Who are you, man? Walking on this earth of misery
Condemned to vain existence, following low things.
The truly Grand
surrounds you, though it never reaches you
As you are a prisoner of your poor knowledge.
Who is it to redeem you? This invisible
figure,
The ruler of your dreams?
Whose help do you implore when your horizon is not enough?
Is it God?
You find yourself
enclosed in this room
From which there is no way out.
There is no door that opens to your knocking
But a drawbridge that closes
in front of you.
Your inner self is hidden behind walls,
The cold walls of your inner self
Shielding you from the outer
world.
You determine the point of time,
At which you open yourself to this present world,
At which you allow contact by weak
media -
Through your senses, that deceive you.
You see the dawn but true light never reaches you,
You sense warmth but you
are
Surrounded by frost.
The Serpent, the Evil, the Lord of Darkness
Reawakens and leads the way.
Secret knowledge,
forgotten over milennia,
Discloses itself to you, tears down your walls.
You receive strength but not from within
yourself.
It is the contrast between darkness and light.
A dark access to the Gateway to the Underworld
Opens within the
fires of Re,
That donate you light to honour the Sun:
The passage to a new Kingdom is created.