The transmigration of your soul
On the night of the bats, Osiris will tell infinite love poems to you Isis great mother goddess, her beautiful beloved idolized.
And the transmigration of your soul will be sealed and hidden in the sarcophagi of the new frozen necropolis. Meanwhile, Anubis will keep the story of the transmigration of your immortal essence in tombs protected by quicksand and brown sands.
And your immortal soul, in that celestial place, will contemplate all the forbidden truth of the hidden, intelligible essence.
The four real elements: water, fire, earth, and air, will protect you Isis, Egyptian goddess of resurrection and magic.
And your soul, already calm, will travel free in two winged white steeds to rest in the shadow of daily oblivion.
You will be the traveler of dawn, immortal pilgrim eagle, messenger of time immemorial on the ineffable path to the Moksha, to Nirvana.
And your spirit already calm, appeased, will dream of a more human world.
A world far away, stripped and distanced from attachment, desire and grasping, vile betrayal and unreason. A spiritual paradise distanced from betrayal and cruel deception. Ethereal whirls will engulf fatal vanity and arrogant pride; the mortal pride and the excessive vanity of the material world.
You will sing songs to the celestial universe, sanskrit songs, to appease the spirits of the gods Zeus and Mars.
And your spiritual contact with the luminous states of the mind will feel the tear of the attachments in your sweet and immortal soul.
Divine immortality, unrestrained supreme liberation, in the dreamlike and fleeting paradise of broken dreams.
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