The breeze, with its tossing about, speaks of the movements on the water Surface and sends out the shivers.
From those waves I will read the future fate.
Oh silphs, inhabitants of the Air, Be the mediators between me and the immaterial beings By Paralda dominated
So that I may decipher to roar of the wind Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas
The ethereal foundation, void of every substance. Ouroboros you are the void that everything is, You are the primordial substance that is Chaos Now no more shapeless and empty as the central fire Vibrates and floods it with light The real secret is still unspeakable Only through the mediation of symbols it can be pronounced, Its thought has been awaken by the changed vision of all things. Oh silence, teach the disciple of the ancient wise men, So that every shape may become expressive and every sign may suggest deep vision
The snake, son of Apsu generates the Chaos, Its motto is one for everythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
