Obsidian Gateway (Emerald Tablet 3)

I stood before the gateway carved in black obsidian, Stars moved slow through the void beyond the prism, Seven hooded figures in the blue flame shimmer, Eyes like galaxies watching straight through my spirit. No words spoken — only thought transmission, Mind to mind through the ancient rhythm, Every heartbeat echoed through the chamber walls, Like time itself paused waiting for the call. They showed me how the soul gets trapped in cycles, Fear-born chains and survival idols, How men build prisons from greed and ego, Then pass them down pretending it’s freedom. Light in the darkness, gold in the mind, Lost old wisdom still echoes through time, Stars above and the world below, As within so the rivers flow. Light in the darkness, fire in the soul, Dust to the stars where the old winds blow, Seek and the hidden door opens slow, Truth ain’t found — it’s remembered below. I saw the rise and collapse of nations, Priests selling fear disguised as salvation, Kings using gods to control populations, While truth sat buried beneath translations. Mind-state drifts through mirrored dimensions, Soul grows heavy through false intentions, Every lie eventually poisons the speaker, Every proud empire slowly grows weaker. Quick shift — gold scripts — torch smoke twisting, Stone halls — low chants — deep drums hitting, Star maps — cold sands — old gods listening, Time bends back when the rhythm gets driven. Then came the lesson hardest to carry — The darkness outside reflects what’s buried, War in the world starts first in spirit, Heal the mind or the cycle repeats it. No enemy greater than unconscious hunger, No kingdom survives when the heart grows colder, The strongest soul ain’t violent or feared, It’s the one who stays centred while chaos appears. Light in the darkness, gold in the mind, Lost old wisdom still echoes through time, Stars above and the world below, As within so the rivers flow. Light in the darkness, fire in the soul, Dust to the stars where the old winds blow, Seek and the hidden door opens slow, Truth ain’t found — it’s remembered below. I travelled beyond through the gates of vibration, Past the stars and the spiral formations, Saw human lives like sparks in the ether, Every soul slowly waking deeper. And the masters warned through the blue fire flicker, “Never let knowledge replace inner wisdom, For minds without love become self-destructive, Building machines while the spirit grows ruptured.” That warning still echoes now more than ever, Through screens, through noise, through endless pressure, Humanity racing through technological visions, Still searching outside for inner redemption. But the old truth survives through rhythm and feeling, Not blind belief but conscious revealing, The temple was never some far-off kingdom, It lives inside every soul still listening.