Shuffle the cards of fate and walk the path of beauty. The sorcerer-rogue knows it’s path is through the darkest of days, into the dreams of fall, through the summer of theft and a spring of treasures.
Bem-vindas Amigas Tranquilitas
I am not tormented, for I am rich - the threads of competence have brought me exquisite bountiousness, for my fate and destiny is to be the owner of everything I’ve stolen - for I am no Warlord, but a master of sleight o’ hand, so I shall vanish from sight and stealth so well nobody will see me, friend. So my carriage is full of stuff - the inventory of secrets is for me, the Lord of Rogues, the knower of Supreme Secrets and the richest thief of The Clan of Silent Wolves.
For I have traveled the Seven Seas as well the Silk Roads, I have seen the temples and stolen what I need from them.
Carpe Diem
Carpe Diem
Carpe Diem
For my knowledge is secret, as granted on me due to Supreme knowledge that I have acquired during my quests for wealth and Supreme Power.
The Djinn as my guide, in perfection, I have been welcomed into the marketplace once again, where the ships sails from all over the world to bring goods and gadgets created by the greatest dwarf engineers and elf sorcerers.
The one thing the dwarfs taught me and the elves recommended too, is that the enemy of the best is the fast — so one must proceed in slowness, not in haste, to bring forth the greatest of thieves, as the prayer of the Nine Gods of Merciless Thievery should be done with slowness…
Here I am, on my knees, in Reverence for the Nine Gods of Merciless Thievery. Their cold-bloodedness has taught me one thing, and that thing, is the knowledge of Shadows.
The Birds of Paradise are a perfect friend the Thief, and a symbol of the Rogue Lord.
When my partner in crime was arrested in the hands of those filthy, fragile hearted guards, I promised her one thing, and one thing only - to become the most wealthy Rogue the Empire has ever seen. To be the Lord of the Thieves that the Gods would forever favor, and gloriously exalt.
So the colored Birds of Paradise may sing and the Phoenix of Thievery would be reborn in the infinite fire of a Rogues Colors. In the beautiful garden, and the shores where pirates travel to new worlds unknown. This merciless union of the rogues is in honor of the Birds of Paradise - for among the rogues, I am the one with the fastest hands and the most patient infiltrating of objects. A rogue’s glory is in the limelight, as an object of celebration. To not remain in invisibility for ever, but to make one known, perhaps by the scribes and those who sing the songs of the Divine.
But Don Aapo, Who Are The Supreme Secrets For?
My friend, the Supreme Secrets are for those who always do their best, assume anything can be stolen, and lay their eyes on the golden treasures - for they are ours to steal for ever so. The grace of the Nine Gods of Thievery are sacred as the vow of Silence of the Clan of Silent Wolves.
For the best thieves and rogues are to be glorified in A Gallery of Legends… For those whose belts are black are to be revered and exalted in glory for the rest of their lives on that day of perfection, and all, and I mean all of the Supreme Secrets will be revealed for the glorious few who shall arrive. For a moment.
Those who shall earn a title will thus be glorified in Heavens and Paradises Unnamed and Unseen - by those who molded the Cosmos and Sunya itself.
The Void is for them who stay as silent as the wolves.
Carpe Diem.
Carpe Diem.
Carpe Diem.
So you may grasp the day - so the best of days may be with you every step you take, and the Guru of the Rogues shall light the lanterns so they may echo in infinity and never be burnt out as the fire of the Bird shall either not.
So shuffle the cards of Fate — and hope for the best possible hand, to play it against the very best of the best, to reap your rewards in the Gallery of Legends — for the most skilled of rogues and artists — those whose inner state is for ever flowing in ebbs and flows, and for them whose mood shall swing as the kids are swinging in their playgrounds…
To break down inner resistance and be free of preconceived ideas of who we are — to connect with the Inner Rogue and be one with Everything. To dream of Power.
So the One Heart of the Rogues may guide you in your footing towards the greatest of missions — to change the world for good.
And to stay as invisible as God himself. To become a true devotee. To be a pilgrim of the One Heart, walking in Beauty and Unity for Truth and to Illuminate.
So friends, do you now, understand it; for whom are the Supreme Secrets?
So listen to me now — be proud of your skills. Be proud of your competence. To be purified, be vain — for your essence is Ishq — the Divine forever falling in Love with the One that dwells within You, as You.
Carpe Diem.
Carpe Diem.
Carpe Diem.
Sail The Vast Oceans
So become a sailor — dive deep into the depths of the ocean to find a pearl worth diving for — and see, truly see, what this world is made of — it is a jewel and a precious gem of the Lords and Ladies of Paradise. Through a mysterious force I would only refer to as Fate it would bring forth all of it and all more in it’s name only to be sought by itself — only so the Bird of Paradise may flap it’s fiery wings and be reborn.
I am an Owl in the Night
The sacred Wanderer, The Beautiful Boy and the Night Owl. Those form the triad of my soul — the three folds in my Heart. What does the owl say? Hoo-Hoo-Hoo.
This place is haunted. The Owl framed right there, it is as a torment is — in the dark forest the Owl is the Guardian of Secrets.
So knows the Wanderer, who has walked through the darkness alone — and the Owl became a friend of his. Thus named Beautiful Boy — It is the way of the Night Owl.
In the dark forest one can’t see, until dawn is here.
So hear the Songs of the Night — once again.
The Songs of the Night
Nocturne, nocturne, nocturne. For a friend, whose soft voice can echo in the Night. The pleasantness of the Master of Yogis - A friend of many Siddhas, and the Knower of the Secrets of the Yoginis. Thus, the Songs of the Night can be sung by many — and to hear them at once, is the way of those who desire them most.
So I ask you once more; what does the Owl say? Hoo-Hoo-Hoo? In her nocturnal way, the owl hoots in the night — as the Guardian of Secrets should. To know the Secrets of the Forest, simply ask the Owl.
The Supreme Power
In these woods, a fire can keep us warm for the night. We should seek shelter from the rain, and let the moonlight guide us. The radiant moonlight is all we need. It’s beauty is exquisite and dramatic, as it lights the sky. Written in light are these words.
This winter will not take us, not without a fight — a Wanderer is made to travel, and to survive in the most challenging of circumstances. So, what do you say? About the travel and the roads ahead — has it been a pleasure to walk, or a burden on your feet?
So why is it named The Path of Supreme Secrets? You ask…
And I say I have no explanation for it. So to say. But one thing I must say, it has been a pleasure to be.
So no more restless.
The Laughter of the Buddhas
So why does the Buddha laugh? For this, I have not the answer, despite knowing it exactly. Perhaps it is Nirvana, or Samadhi, or whatever thing it might be about meditation to make one giggle like a mischievous child. But this I say; the laughter is to be taken into heart for now. Listen to these words and laugh, like a crazed ecstatic. To laugh is to live. So the Buddha laughs, because he lives. So live and laugh, that is his teaching. And the best of jokes is yet to come, the epic punch line of it all, the cosmic joke.
Be strong. That’s what it takes. And be ready for a journey of a lifetime, to go into the depths of your mind using itself. It is like a hand that is drawing itself — an endless maze that leads nowhere, just fun and games. That is it.
The Riches or the Beauty?
Did Jesus make us choose this, though? I am not sure if so — but I would like to thank him for it, since he did say that a rich man can never enter the Kingdom of Heaven. So what is the Kingdom of Heaven? It’s probably a place of sweetness and pleasure as well as happiness and pleasant experience. Maybe where one can find power and tranquility. A place where one can play and be free. So a rich man can’t, apparently, if there is a point to the words of Christ.
So which one would you pick? The gold, or the nectar? The riches or the beauty? Whatever it is…
It isn’t over until it is over. just a matter of time. It ain’t over till it’s over, and I won’t be made a fool.
Yet I am a fool. A fool for gold. But may it be so, that I may be a fool for beauty, and only that. A fool for a Siddhi. A fool for magical powers.
Consciousness Can Play With Itself
This is one realization I made in my solitude. In my alone. Consciousness has magical powers and life is just it playing with itself. And that play is really fun stuff. Nothing else could be more perfect. That’s why they say that the Universe is deeply perfect in Vedanta. That suffering is ultimately Maya — an illusion. That it’s not absolute like spiritual, or metaphysical things are, such as consciousness.
Consciousness = Absolute
The contents of Consciousness = Relative
Contents being for example all emotions and feelings experienced by the Self — all pain, all pleasure, boredom, even things like Heaven and Hell, all of it just phenomena that ultimately is passing and is experience. So ultimately transient.