In the depths of the dream sequence -
I am sitting atop a great mountain.
Looking down, great waves of fire wash over the collective psyche,
locking the masses into the wheel of life.
High orders of chaos
weaken the spirits of men
drawing legions of souls deep into the great below.
Cycling. Churning. Burning.
I smell the sacrifice blowing in the wind stream.
Vast beyond comprehension.
The great inferno burns,
feasting on the sloth and hedonism of humans
living like animals.
Noble Knights are consumed by Gopis -
while they laugh and feast on their bones.
High Goddesses are absorbed into the darkness
of royal delusions,
sleeping deep in the moist soil of their fleeting desires.
"Om Tara Tu Tara Ture Soha"
The 64 Dhakinis sing on high.
Children bumble around like atoms -
succumbing to chemical dependency
like a herd of sheep to the slaughter,
while great sages are tortured by demons -
alchemizing the great paradox.
A flash of light.
I wake up - in bed -
decoding the mystery...