. . . ubiquitously bemused and befuddled we blundered while
in wonder were we rapt, trapped in a vapid verisimilitude of vainglory we valiantly vied,
enthralled by elegaic epihanies and endless, ennervating eulogies to our own emancipation
we tried to ply the peripathetic metaphors of metaphysical mannerism whilst we moved
through these, our sullen and sullied similes of being.
Doubtless our biographers will not wax as verbose as those of the "shock troops" of the Rosicrucian and Theosophical Mysteries, (Crowley, Blavatsky, Yeats and Waite et. al.) but we of the Aquarian Mysteries Revolution will have suffered, and gained, much, much more (and make no mistake, gentle reader, the psychoneuropathology of Consciousness Expansion, and it's attempted repression by the post- modern Judeo-Christianic status-quo, IS the heart and soul of the Aquarian Age and it's advent)!
"We are meant to be
Instruments of Love
Sent to tame a cruel universe
created by a jealous God."
- John William Thrasher