1
Awake does the first level beckon the soul
A time when all K’inti absorb their new role
2
The second a dream taken only by day
A flickering sense of states far away
3
The border of sleep can drift to the third
where real and all other are twisted and blurred
4
The fourth is a slumber most deep, twisting minds
A love of all else means escape you will find
5
The fifth reveals all, spirits welcome you here
though you may loose yourself to the stream I do fear
6
Prescience gifts a mind which is freed; on the sixth
you are timeless, though don’t tally, take heed
7
This state is a playground, the seventh you see
long will it not last, to enjoy is the key
8
Immersion may take you on finding the eighth
for He will await one remained in this state
9
The ninth is pure darkness for here do not seek
there are few that control it and not those are the meek
10
It’s an end for the many, the tenth conjuring dread
but the K’inti see home in the stream as it threads
Our World is one level within the Stream.
The Tenth overseas all, controls all, allows all.
Our true Gods are rarely seen Never recognised.
These Gods are K’inti. Masters of all.
“I see shadows. The study darkens. There is a blue mist. I hear voices, many voices.”
6th day of September the year of our Lord 1620
