Sonnets From The Wizard's Apprentice.
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Sonnets From The Wizard's Apprentice
rhyme scheme. All 35 sonnets are ten syllables per line.
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,
To learn and be what wizards are and do. .
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 life's formulas are hid,
The very laws which govern all to none,
That men can't 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 wing'ed serpent with a dragon's 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 wizard's 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 mago's 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 tourist's eye,
Which art does keep their eyeballs til the buy,
That money then goes to children starving,
In Mechico,even though he's Mayan,
Flying high on a wizard's 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 where'er 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 Mechico's 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 Pedro's place,
Where we ate and drank the ritual pulky,
Then bebopped around to a reggae tune,
And then smoked kindly Pedro's 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 brother's grace,
He said,don't 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 time's elusive hour,
Exchanging time for cycles from the ground,
Of mother nature's 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 won't 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 nature's 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,that's 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 everybody's 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 mago's room,
And passing through his room,back to my place,
And then again back to el mago's 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 utopia's 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 Mechico's 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 he's 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 earth's abyss,
El mago said,though I was born a man,
That I'll 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,I'll come to power,
Seven counting from nineteen ninety-four,
Which is one year past the year two thousand, *
When to the world,my mastery I'll send,
Which they shall neither deny nor ignore,
The truth of my bloom'ed 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 Ku's 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 man's 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,it's 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 it's 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 wizard's 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 wing'ed 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 God's 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 there's 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,
That's a small price to pay,to lose my wife.
28July twenty,and I'm 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 won't benefit anyone or me,
My heart is broke,but I'm still standing strong,
And I don't 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 I'm glad,
For now I'm truely free to roam about,
Just me,my searching spirit,and no doubt.
29It's now April nineth,nineteen ninety-four,
I'm 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 I'm in the states,and I'm free,
And to leave behind me that dreadful pain,
I'm headed to my parent's 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 I'm 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 I'd never met before,
Came right up to me,and she told me this,
"This is your last life here,you're 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,
I'll 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,
He's the same God while having multi fame,
By which each culture codes, a diff'rent 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 one's 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,it's 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 disciple 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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DON ALEJANDRO ... MAYAN ELDER
September 1999 ... Santa Fe, New Mexico
We are all here because it is our destiny, our mission. Spirit has called each of you here. You are special. I am no more special than you are. You are more than me. I am a poor Mayan. We do not have schools and universities like you do. We live in the poor countryside. What I have is given to me by my father. The Cosmos is the source of our knowledge. We study the Cosmos. Our books are the Mayan Codices. For us, this is our writing. The hand is a book. We have 5000 codices. We study these. We communicate with the invisible ones, the star people, who gave me my name,"Wandering Wolf." I come in fulfillment of the prophesies of the Mayan and Hopi, which says: "Those of the center will unite the eagle of the north and the condor of the south, because we are one, like the fingers of the hand." This means that the elders of Central America will unite with those of North and South America. This is a fulfillment of our prophesies, that is why I am here. our elder astronomers are watching over time and when it will be fulfilled. It shall be fulfilled in Twelve Baktun and it began on August 17, 1987, the Harmonic Convergence. It was then that I began my walk all over the world. The Harmonic Convergence began the Twelve Baktun, Thirteen Bahaou and will end in 2012 or 2013 by your calendar. This will end the fourth period of the sun by our calendar. There will be huge problems. Catastrophes and cataclysms will befall us. So I have been asked to speak to you and all over the world, of these prophesies and other elders, too. We speak in defense of the natural world. No more pollution of the planet. It cannot survive it, and then we will not be able to survive without our mother earth. There is no more distinction between races and colors and creeds. Your sadness and loneliness is the same as mine. We have the same feelings of love. Why? We have the same sun, one breath, all the earth is fed by the one sun, air, water-mother earth, and we return here. We are the flower of the earth of different colors, sizes, scents. You and your music -we all go in the same direction: toward the Creator. The Mayans with their hands tied, hearts torn out are in the codices and were fulfilled five hundred years ago and to the present day. These prophesies are being fulfilled. In Guatemala, we cannot ask for food or land, or they will shoot us. They come at night and take our leaders and shoot them and torture them, rape them, and take their hearts out. Pregnant women have their babies torn from their stomachs. These injustices began five hundred years ago and continue to this very day in all the Americas. They want to destroy each other and turn mother earth into money. Soon the illness, heat, suicide and drought arrives. LETS SEE IF WE CAN FIX IT with money when there is no water, polluted land, air, seas...we cannot. We must do it now, before it is too late, we must stop cutting down the trees. We seek the unity of all people to seek no more pollution. Lets think about the future for our children. What will we leave them? A tank? A gun? We must leave them love, equality, freedom. Earth belongs to the Creator. It is for humans, for man. Man divided and put boundaries around it and owned the land. No one can claim the sun or air - it is for all of us. Mayan astrologers know a lot but do not say everything. In these past days there are many doomsday sayers. On August 11, 1987, the positions of planets in alignment brought more energy on the earth. There will be more earthquakes, volcanoes, floods, hurricanes, tornadoes, etc. During 2012-2013 there will be a great comet and a red comet. We are all creatures of the earth, but in space there are others. Comets might fall elsewhere. These are not predictions of death.But a great illness will come from pollution. That is why we are gathering, to stop the pollution that will cause this great illness. It is the fulfillment of a prophesy. During 1994, in Guatemala at a meeting of the elders, we lit a sacred fire day and night, and for seventy two hours there were more than three hundred elders participating. Not just to talk about the prophesies, but to awaken the power centers of the earth. That is why we are here now in North America, in Santa Fe. Each elder did their ceremonies for ten days. This was called the Continental Gathering Reunion. In 1997 we met again in Bogota, Colombia and ended in the Amazon. Over four hundred elders came. From there the indigenous people of North America were selected next in Santa Fe. Hopefully, you will help us. It is a prayer for Creating Peace. At each gathering there are certain papers presented and ceremonies done. Each tribe will share their knowledge and their prophesies, their ceremonies at the ceremonial sites. We struggle to defend our Mother Earth. All the goals discussed at the gathering must be written in a book. We are writing a history and publishing it. So the authorities can read it. There will be a thirty six hour prayer for peace. Everyone prayed and made offerings and created a memorial. The crystal skulls that are from the Mayan pyramids have been given to a woman to hold and protect. Later they will be returned to the pyramids. Anna Mitchell Hodges is holding them. These crystal skulls were brought from the Pleiades, they speak of reincarnation. The elders know the science of the lives in this. The Mother of Mayan science is Pleiadian. These skulls must go home where they belong. This is the science of the future after 2000. You were called to be here and carry this message. SPREAD THE WORD!! The Wingmakers are actually the star people. Mayan actually means "my people." They first came to Atlantis. Our first pyramids are there, underwater. In the Bermuda area. Tulan was the name of the city of Atlantis. Their great prophets, (star people), came and gave an oral transmission. It has been passed down for thousands of years. In the beginning there were four of them. The first teachers from the Pleiades taught the astronomy and the beginning of creation, the Great Mysteries. They have the power of the sixth and seventh senses and the third eye. They came to teach us these things. The way of working together, etc. There have been many visitations from the Pleiades, then they return there, then they come back here again and come down to Asia, Tibet, Kaimaya, and in India also. "Nagamaya" they were called. There are glyphs that speak of these visitations, like the Wingmakers. More will be discovered when it is time. In 2012, these wise ones will return again. There are some now incarnated in bodies, we do not know who they are and it is a secret until the time comes. This is the return of the ancestors spoken about in the prophesies. They will all arise, not just Mayan, all of us. The prophesy says: "May it dawn, may the new day come, may people have peace and be happy." To guide you with these messages, it is the message of the dawn...the bringers of the dawn. You will see then where we have come from. The Psychic says we, together will see our mountains, our children, our waters..."Now that I return I see my children confused in different religions and cities destroyed and my mountains and deserts and rivers polluted." When they return in 2012, what will we show them? What will they see? Take this message and share it. This is why we are gathering, to tell people the importance of saving the mother earth, of stopping the pollution.
Thank you.
Don Alejandro
Wandering Wolf
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