The Illusion of Morning

The sun broke the dawn, in a pageant of light,

Ra had arrived, to do battle with night.

A great warrior-god, clad in garments that glow.

Herdsmen bow their heads, in the fields far below. 

Ra's eyes finally fix on the object of his sight,

On a mountain, dying nightly, is a god's timeless plight.

The bringer of morning nocks an arrow and takes aim.

A bolt of pure sunshine hits the vulture and bursts in flame.

With a nod from his head, Ra casts a sad look and then

In a wild burst of speed, over bowed heads of men.

His radiance shatters visions, and evil dreams that are real.

A dark monk shields his eyes on a high black bastille.

An arrow strikes the wizard, in his round little butt,

He turns, shakes his fist, the message clear-cut.

Ra roars in laughter, as his steeds cross the sky,

And approaches a small glen, and hears his lover's outcry.

This object of affection, through the aeons of time,

A goddess of beauty, sung in chorus and rhyme.

Now, Ra's no Adonis, but Aphrodite cares not,

(For it's a well- known fact that she likes her men hot.)

In the glistening like a rainbow, she arrives at his side,

She's come a long way and will not be denied.

Ra then ties the reins, holds his love in embrace,

The heavens are a witness, that he continues his chase.

Her hands bear a huge scroll, direct from Olympus,

With a seal, blazened brightly, from my own nemesis.

Another tale unfolds, as each play their game,

Two gods from the heavens, each filled with love's flame.

 I nod at them slowly, which is always returned,

These missions from Olympus, though, leave me concerned.

You see, Ra is a friend and does take my place,

So I can spend a few days with a lover in Thrace.

But for now I view the world, in my eye a slight tear,

And I rumble the mountains to remind them I'm here.

Such a start to the new day, the sky on my shoulder,

I take up my vigil, far from happy and older.

The next time there's thunder, raise your glass with great cheer,

For though you can't see me, I might be quite near.

You know that my name is Atlas, and I shelter mankind,

If your future looks hopeless, would a trade be unkind?

I have no idea where the inspiration for this poem came from but it was a real pleasure to write it. With this Ascension process well underway, many have discovered that they are actuallyAngels, returning Ascended Masters and yes...even gods and goddesses as well. We have a mission to bring the Creator's Love and Light to this physical dimension we call Earth  Take every opportunity to do so...and ensure that gratitude is an essential component to your spiritual practice. Yes, prepare for the miracles when you do this.!

If you enjoyed this piece, you may find some interest in my other writing, namely stories I have narrated and recorded and are available - for FREE, of course - for your listening pleasure at any time.

1) Sorceress Of Silence : Reese Lomax has just moved into a new building to find it firmly in the grasp of a demon. She must use forbidden sorcery, which will have a hefty price tag on her soul, to ensure this entity is no longer able to interfere in the phsyical realm. Her mentor's real identity is revealed to her and takes action that will have very serious repercussions.

2) Angelic Sorcery : The sequel to the above story. Using ancient sorcery, Reese constructed two astral beings to carry out her orders and they have been set free...and are actively engaged in a killing spree. Assisted by an enigmatic Mountie, her true identity is revealed and she must use all of her new-found wisdom to lure and trap them...in their own dimension of reality. One errant action and a part of her consciousness will remain trapped in another realm.

You may also enjoy perusing my spiritual blog entitled "Walking In Dreamtime".

Blessings and Light,

Bright Sorcerer 

If you are interested in using my voice for your own project or inquiring about my writing in general, please feel free to contact me. I specialize in narrating spiritually-based literature. bright_sorcerer@rogers.com