hese Sonnets have an (ABCDEFFEDCBA-GG) rhyme scheme. These 35 Sonnets were written in Tepoztlan Morelos, Mexico city,La Paz B.C. Mexico and California U.S.A. in 1993-94 Are based on actual events that took place in my life. 1Drawn to Tepoztlan I ventured forward, Until arriving there in windy March, Although passing through other occasions, This time decided I would stay awhile, To learn the truthful way of wizards there, And as it were,to find my true wizard, Avoiding the ritualistic hazard, Of marching to a drum I knew not where, Instead in darkness walked a conscious mile, While the wizard guided my elations, With universal consciousness his torch, Which light does shine incessantly onward, And what he told me I reveal to you, That you may learn to be,a wizard too. 2The wizard is the eagle gentleman, Who I met first of May in ninety-three, The last of a great line of warriors, Who sacrificed himself to study war, As he by choice has studied under those, Holding ancient codices of power, From Quetzalcoatl unto this hour, Such knowledge of the universe he knows, To prepare my arrival long before, I came to look for his eternal cures, And blow my mind with his eternity, Which he revealed as truth to me amen, He is a gentleman though calls me god, While knowing well the state of my facade. 3June third,I got up early this morning, To see the wizard I call el mago, Who suggests a walk around the canyon, Beneath the Tepozteco pyramid, Which sits above the town majestically, But first he says that we must sit and smoke, A special blend he calls the conscious toke, He spoke of no time,save eternity, Wherein all of lifes formulas are hid, The very laws which govern all to none, That men cant see blinded by their ego, To throne themselves on folly like some king, El mago said,that men as these shall never, See the truth that lies before them ever. 4El mago and I walked a few hours, Along the mountains and up a creek bed, Until we came to a cave at the end, In which we entered about eighteen yards, He stopped to usher light toward the roof, Then said,there used to be an entranceway, To rooms where young warriors trained by day, And eagles never need a thing to prove, For lending their wings to younger wizards, Except to prove the ground where they descend, As winged serpent with a dragons head, Returning to earth her magic powers, We then flew out that cave toward the sun, To prove we and the universe were one. 5June fourth,today el mago and I went, Hiking the valley led to Amatlan, To see Pedro,a wizard friend of his, Who took us where Quetzalcoatl was born, Where living waters flow from natural springs, And as we stood on such a sacred ground, I saw no altar,no candles around, Just mother nature her sweet praises sings, To the Mayan god it loves to adorn, As giver of the wizards life of bliss, To make a god out of a simple man, For those who deem it worth the effort spent, The three of us stood with that thought in mind, As that thought flew, its own conscious to find. 6June seventh,I flew to el magos pad, Spending the restful day watching him work, As painting is one of his professions, And he does very well in Tepoztlan, Since the subject matter of his painting, Reveals the truth,catching the tourists eye, Which art does keep their eyeballs til the buy, That money then goes to children starving, In Mechico,even though hes Mayan, Flying high on a wizards intentions, Which makes him more a god and less a jerk, To help out those less fortunate and glad, He said that there are children starving now, Potential wizards,he will help somehow. 7June eighth,and el mago,Pedro and I, Went hiking over the Tepozteco, To Santo Domingo,a little town, Which is also known as Occatitlan, Home to a magic cave not always there, Offering a view of the volcano, From inside the cave you see el Poe Poe, Covered with snow where left by nature bare, Connecting all of this to Tepoztlan, Enough to do away with any frown, Connecting doubt to magic Mechico, Which got its magic from the gods on high, He said the volcano now holds the key, To erupt,and fulfill the prophecy. 8June eleventh,el mago took me up, To the top of the Mountain of the Man, Which silhouette does profile a face, Looking upward with anticipation, And clearly seen from Tepoztlan below, He said the mountain is the symbol of, The eagle warrior flying above, Protecting young wizards whereer they go, Ready to die protecting their nation, As this whole zone is still a training place, A military camp called Tepoztlan, Where warriors drink from its magic cup, He pointed to the town below and said, All those who came to conquer us are dead. 9He continued to speak of Tepoztlan, Being the only place in Mechico, That was never conquered by anyone, Even Cortez,ere Tenochtitlan beat, Ran with his soldiers retreating far back, To hide themselves from wizard warriors, Protecting Montezumas barriers, Which no soul crossed surprised by the attack, Of eagle gentleman without defeat, Invisible beneath Mechicos sun, Protecting their sacred Tepozteco, The treasure of the eagle gentleman, He said Montezuma hid his treasure, Where logically protection would occur. 10So then,we both took flight to Pedros place, Where we ate and drank the ritual pulky, Then bebopped around to a reggae tune, And then smoked kindly Pedros special blend, Which set the mood for el mago to talk, He asked me if I thought that it was good, To join the universal brotherhood, I said,yes and on such a path I walk, He said that I was wrong unto that end, That it has only led man to his ruin, To try and strive for false eternity, Of brotherhood,without a brothers grace, He said,dont be a universal bro, Just be the universe itself to show. 11June twelfth,today el mago taught me how, To channel some universal powers, Derived from formulas which make up laws, Easier understood than often found, These laws,he calls the moment of power, And when obeyed,power is then channeled, To play with elements changing the world, Just by removing times elusive hour, Exchanging time for cycles from the ground, Of mother natures rhythm without flaws, To banish then all the man-made hours, Which fall short of eternity and now, He said the formulas what hold the key, To learn to channel all eternity. 12He said that under these same formulas, A man could create for himself some wine, Or create enough wine to last his life, Which wont last long,to abuse such a law, It takes more energy to lift the glass, Than create countless vats of primo drink, At the atomic level,what I think, Has little influence for changing mass, But that the universal level saw, The formulas,without ritual or strife, To sit at natures table and to dine, The dream of every man that ever was, The moment of power is the action, Which then sets the formulas in motion. 13The mayan harmonic number system, Is based on a binary progression, Making the code of transmutation two, Yes no,black white,on off,in & out etc., A dot is one unit,a bar is five, And the shell is the zero completed, And the key number which then is needed, Is thirteen,keeping harmony alive, To channel the tun,thats in the galact, Whose own galactic mind makes me and you, Who makes up all the consciousness or none, From thirty-one thirteen wherefore did stem, The thirteen twenty code of life itself, Collecting dust on everybodys shelf. 14June fifteenth,and today I saw Pedro, We went to his house,where he then showed me, The mayan sacred calendar Tzolkin, It looked as though made from a computer, I asked him to interpret what it meant, He said that it measured the great cycle, From thirty-one thirteen B.C. first call, To twenty-twelve A.D.last testament, Which then will prove itself in the future, Above all other calendars to win, The race to measure all eternity, Which it will prove and so far proves to show, It is the only calendar thus tells, True dates between all heavens and all hells. 15June nineteenth,and today el mago came, To my room very early in the dawn, He motioned to follow him,which I did, Taking us both then to el magos room, And passing through his room,back to my place, And then again back to el magos pad, We did this thirteen times to make him glad, And it was not to exercise or race, But to fulfill the thirteen mayan loom, Which is the codex on the mayan grid, That ku kul kan prides on his back to own, The design which the mayan made their frame, On which was built,such a conscious culture, Could transmutate,and return from the future. 16He said the woman sleeping must give birth, And when she does,the treasure is revealed, A flood of knowledge turning Mechico, Away from poverty to consciousness, Which every other nation then will seek, And give their everything to see the truth, When ancient mayans return with their youth, To guide the younger wizards who are weak, Back to utopias sweet righteousness, A fact that every seeker then will know, And should prepare themselves to then be healed, When those who journeyed far,return to earth, The woman sleeping is the volcano, Whose sign erupting,starts the magic show. 17June twenty-first,today Pedro and I, Met el mago downtown in la plaza, Where we ate,and then took a conscious walk, Through Tepoztlan,which was high in power, Enough to show ancient temple ruins, Invisible to those who can not see, The truth of Mechicos eternity, From where the knowledge grows and it begins, From seed to blossom and then to flower, Blooming its consciousness from healthy stock, Then transmutate,as the wizard maya, To soar the heavens,and to live on high, El mago said that a door will open, Which leads from earth to the mayan heaven. 18El mago said,the next transmutation, Is scheduled for the year two thousand twelve, Ending one cycle,and starting the next, Another five thousand two hundred years, And those who miss the portal must return, To the schooling of their wizard lessons, Teaching them the truth of their false fashions, Which they will understand when they then learn, To rise above the warring and the tears, And read the message in the maya text, Which teaches them how they may then evolve, To the next stop,at the conscious station, El mago said that those who miss that door, Must stay,five thousand two hundred years more. 19July first,el mago said that man is, Now in the last cycle called baktun twelve, The next transformation of all matter, By a galact synchronization beam, Through which the sun and earth are traveling, And that myself through mayan wizardry, Will connect to the beams own energy, Through the secret code,which hes revealing, To me from his own mayan conscious dream, The truth which falseness shall never scatter, That I through wizardry will soon evolve, To heaven from the pain of earths abyss, El mago said,though I was born a man, That Ill star travel,like Pacal Voltan. 20July the fifth,today el mago said, That I was to be an initiate, To join the thirteen A H A U solar kine, That in seven years,Ill come to power, Seven counting from nineteen ninety-four, Which is one year past the year two thousand, * When to the world,my mastery Ill send, Which they shall neither deny nor ignore, The truth of my bloomed conscious flower, More precious than any earthly goldmine, Whose gold is easy to depreciate, Turning what once was gold to worthless lead, El mago said,I have a ways to go, But soon a solar master I shall show. 21El mago continued to speak some more, About a solar master and his role, As servant warrior to the bright sun, A human who has a dream light body, And through the skilled use of his kuxum soom, His own galactic umbilical cord, Connects to the source,a Solar Lord, Right at the heart core of the mayan loom, Which passes through the printed circuitry, To pour into the universe as one, Of thirteen channels,making up the whole, Of Hun Nab Kus solar galactic core, El mago said,the solar masters are, To guide the younger wizards to their star. 22July seventh,el mago said that I, Will have many trials and tribulations, Just as the perfect rainbow must pass through, The storm before its perfect colors show, So I too must pass through my own dark storm, Before arriving at my perfect hues, A true Satanic darkness singing blues, About the punishment about to form, A punishment which I alone shall know, As like the risen Jesus also knew, The Christ,with mans imperfect confessions, For which I,too like Christ will have to die, And rise to life again,the good Satan, Whose light was meant to guide the path of man. 23El mago continued to speak about, My own role to balance the two powers, And that for every light,there must be dark, And that in the whole mayan scheme of things, There is no such thing,you can call evil, Since both to them,is the same power source, The perfect stallion,a white and black horse, Neither white for God,nor black for devil, Yet balancing the power of all things, Not Mother birthing life,nor killing shark, While the perfect combination flowers, Whose color scheme create no fear nor doubt, El mago said,its not the black or white, But all colors combined,that wins the fight. 24July eleventh,today el mago, Took me to climb Teotihuacans, Pyramids of the sun and of the moon, He said that its the place where gods touched earth, And I believed him with a godly sense, While standing top the solar pyramid, Which magnatism I felt never hid, Instead attracting me to its intense, Power,the cradle of a wizards birth, Beneath the eyes of God above high noon, As we both vowed and pledged our future plans, To let the mayan in us always show, While practicing our Mayan Wizardry, The pure white magic of eternity. 25July fifteenth,today el mago said, That there is only about eighteen years, Which we have left to us to get prepared, To transmutate as mayan Lakandons, He said that for us yet there is still time, Enough to prepare our bodies and minds, By practicing kon that wizardry finds, The harmonics inside us made to rhyme, With all our earths rhyming with all our suns, Which rhyme from us,with mankind then is shared, To help end all the wars and all the tears, That no apprentice should be left for dead, For as we prepare ourselves we help those, Escape the self-made darkness of their woes. 26July sixteenth,el mago spoke today, Of ku kul kan,who is the dragon king, With the body of a winged serpent, And god to all the mayans everywhere, Whom he gives the key to transmutation, To the next higher state of consciousness, And ever closer to Gods perfectness, Which we understand by comfirmation, That ku kul kan is waiting for us there, Whom God has chosen as his testament, To give god praise and faithfulness bring, To him who will show us the proper way, To transmute,just as the old masters did, Through wizardry,that from all fools is hid. 27July eighteenth,and now it seems that I, Will lose my wife to one who was my friend, A fallen apprentice to the wizard, It breaks me down to see it happening, But theres nothing I can do to stop it, I have already seen them making love, But it is nothing I could ever prove, And I would be better off to drop it, And not call them on their immoral thing, Which I must bear alone without a word, Against those whom I loved unto the end, And for their happiness,would gladly die, For they have both taught me something in life, Thats a small price to pay,to lose my wife. 28July twenty,and Im still very sad, To lose my wife to him who was my friend, But I must be strong and overcome this, Or I shall surely wind up in my grave, Which wont benefit anyone or me, My heart is broke,but Im still standing strong, And I dont know if I should blame them wrong, For as the wizard said,I must be free, Desiring nothing,nothing to save, Bidding farewell to all with one last kiss, As I soar upward,preparing my end, A new beginning for which now Im glad, For now Im truely free to roam about, Just me,my searching spirit,and no doubt. 29Its now April nineth,nineteen ninety-four, Im sitting inside 101 cafe, Oceanside California,from the rain, A lot has happened since June ninety-three, I have been deported from Mechico, Accused of causing trouble for my wife, Who told the Feds that I threatened her life, Which was a lie,to get me out,I know, But for now Im in the states,and Im free, And to leave behind me that dreadful pain, Im headed to my parents house to stay, And try to regroup my plans as before, To take to Chiapas my searching bones, And find me with the wizard Lakandons. 30April eleventh,and Im feeling good, Although I have no earthly possessions, For I remember back in Tepoztlan, I was downtown in May of ninety-three, And a woman Id never met before, Came right up to me,and she told me this, This is your last life here,youre off to bliss, Getting off this planet forevermore, To fall in the ranks of eternity, And learn to be a god,from just a man, On the next level with the conscious ones, Whose thirst for peace outweighs their thirst for blood, And as the wizard in Tepoztlan said, Ill learn to lead,just as I once was led, 31April thirteenth,today through a codice I learned of the Supernal Chariot, Which is the mixture of the firmaments, As told in the white wizards Kabbalah, Which is the writings of the ancient Jews, Teaching the truth about white and black magic, Which they call miracles,not just a trick, And now today I receive this good news, Which proves the Wizard King is Jehovah, As all of His white magic testaments, And who has many names to His credit, From Quetzalcoatl to the Jewish Jesus, Hes the same God while having multi fame, By which each culture codes, a diffrent name. 32April twenty-eighth,nineteen ninety-four, And today I went to the library, And found a book on some magic powers, I found a mention of the Kabbalah, And Sacred magic was used by Moses, His earlier grimoire of magic spells, Not published with his other works thus tells, Magic swords and prayers for lovers uses, And ones own blood mixed with said formula, With results guaranteed within hours, And Moses is mentioned in history, And old magician Egyptian folklore, But beyond folklore and more serious, Was able to transmute his consciousness. 33May eighth,I am finding out the real truth, About Spiritus Alchemist magic, It seems the formulas for conjuring, Are similar in the following ways, Both black and white magic use Pentagrams, Both black and white use ceremonials, Except the black will use fallen angels, Yet both the black and white use Tetragrams, Both sacrifice on very special days, Except the white needs no human killing, But uses animals to do the trick, As long as they are clean and white,its couth, Both black and white magic are very real, The white is for life,and the black to kill. 34May tenth,white magic is harder than black, Since the evil angels are more willing, To cooperate with a sorcerer, And the white good angels are more cautious, To lend their power to a mortal man, Who first must prove all his good intensions, Until he does,there will be detentions, To give it him until he proves he can, And once he has it,should raise consciousness, Helping the power in him to mature, While decoding the secrets channeling, Through his own spirit,and to God get back, The *Key of Solomon I now have found, To be the only true magic around. 35June first, I find it easier each day, To now conjure up the Sacred Magic, Which Solomon got directly from God, I now have angels noticing me more, And I can even question them alone, By using certain ancient magic words, That Solomon used conjuring those lords, And to the true seeker are ever shown, As they were shown to others long before, And now are signs upon this road I trod, Which shows me even now the goodly trick, To obtain power for my Sacred Way, For pleasures received from endless wishes, Master of fools,and controlling witches. The End * 2001: I published my sonnets --on the internet, for the first time, --(see sonnets 20-23 * Holy white magic from God. © 1994 Angel De Fuego -----------------
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