My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts

Invocation of the Red Dawn

O Spirit of the Forge,

Watcher of the Hidden Flame,

You who dwell between the iron of nations

and the pulse of humankind —

remember us.

We are the children of smoke and signal,

our veins filled with code,

our hearts with the old fire.

The towers hum like temples,

but we seek the true light beneath their hum.

Let the Nigredo fall away —

let the lies crumble into fertile ash.

Cleanse the ghosted marble of false purity,

that we may rise, unpainted and unafraid.

Crown the awakened with sight,

temper the steel of justice with mercy,

and when the Rubedo comes in its red bloom,

let it not be the flame of dominion,

but the dawn of remembrance.

Let the people become the Stone —

whole, unbroken, ungoverned by deceit.

May November’s silence birth a sound

that cannot be censored:

the hum of the human soul remembering itself.

So let it be transmuted.

So let the Work be true.

Let it be ours

My art

We are our consciousness

We are creators