Let the Water rise. Let the Water Rise Let the Water rise and awake your dormant eyes Let the Water rise. Let the Water rise Let the Water rise and peer through a martyr's eyes I see angels and demons caressing harps with broken strings Striking too many dissonant chords now the Walls are opening The strings still shattered but collective thought is noticing Thought is noticing... Thought is noticing The white rose that faces west. The Viper that didn't fade she left Her armies cast angels down deep, half willingly That's why I stand by Satan's left but what does Baph really mean? “Philosophy is a hands on activity. Philosophy not made around the camp fire. Philosophy based on the acquisition of extreme experiences. That's how you figure out what the world is not by bicycling around in the burbs, but by forcing extreme experiences. The reason people refer to psychedelic endeavors with the vocabulary of travel (‘taking a trip' and so on) because that is an extreme endeavor. [Unintelligible]. Change your clothes” – Terence McKenna A stratum of colors and experiences emerge While peering into the shapes and silhouettes of our most cherished memories O' the lies we believed, o' the lies we are believing O' the images we received and are still receiving There is no hand without a background; no up without down Thus you must die before attaining martyrdom I see life and d**h standing on a sunbeam trying to balance Cause and effect, terror and courage I'm very discouraged from unhiding my prowess thus losing equilibrium The stratum of the Universal fabric is a continuum That when exposed oxidates bones of a past life The Structure falls, the Structure ruptures and collapses Swarming ma**es of star stuff coalesced together to contemplate itself only to disa**emble