Prepare you´re flesh, to the spirits void journey...

the tower it´s a mark to the end of human frontiers, also separate dominions of the ones we know and named as life forms; 

it is too, called as a threshold from the living experiencie out from whitin, to the chaos unborn, primordial waters and void; there, where lies the cause of all creation, whose it´s in the beggining and it´s just at the end, an effort and effect of senses manifested...

outside these walls, many tongues of fire and flesh awaits you, with great brutal force and outstanding powers unleash, they constantly crush and make tremble all the raw basis and foundations of our mind, and the world as it´s know for today, in diagrams theory and structures...

it is the root of space, where no human beings will last long or exist, far beyond a few minutes alive,

it will suffocate you and consume it all, the energy of mind, matter and spirit as well...

and there, thou has to go, all true brave heart seers, witches and magnus magus,

to learn wich is the regnant meaning of life and death, and what´s inside the middle of both reigns; 

inhere, where no life dwells nor any order or purpose and reality, resist to stare...

for what i´m teeling you here, it´s a master key to chaos and a path to enlighten, the old eye of the ancient one, allways new, the primitive zero almighty, all lore of black and white, green, yellow and red, and all phosphorus, sulphure, quicksilver flames and disguise of words, works, orbs and mazes in science and arts...

or maybe...

¿it´s just a trap, for the weak and faint hearts?; 

none can´t say about by now; but surely i can teel you, that there, beyond the gates of tower comes around very uncanny things, visions, where reality loath in movement, behind the true meanings of love, hate, form, category, anguish, pleasure and pain, species, meaning, race, grace, corruption or natures...

i know, some day you´ll have to go, somehow she´ll get you there; fly by sky if you ask it for with great passion and care, but before that, just make sure about yourself intentions, and realize if your heart is worthy enought for this great, dangerous, maybe ugly as beautiful and wonderful journey, cause if not, it might be your last one steps on this earth...

inside whitin you´ll find understanding from the opening key we told you, to get rid of all duality of laws, and find lots of more secrets untold; you´ll have much to discover in thy mind tissues and frames and yet; still will remains new flesh to taste like new wisdoms to flare...

but beware, of the dragons tail, and don´t get caught by the whispering lurking ones; for they will be there searching for your soul, wanting your breath, eating your heart if they can; walking besides you even when you don´t seeing them, but believe me, they will be there wailing, just to make you breake, vanish and fail... 

for all what i told to you here, better hear what i say, wisely and close; don´t just believe, stop searching and start finding and remember; all rituals and trials been told to you, teached or learn to you, executed by all humans of mankind in all cults of culture and history; will not been enought for this time proof of your ultimate face on the mirror whose has not any surface...

look for "tlamatinime" to overcome this pass of it, it´s a tip but don´t be so sure of it, always learn to assist yourself precisely by the paths of doubt but dare at time !

even when you´re surrounded by all kind of feelings, toughts, desires, presences of entities, lights, shadows and all kind of voices of many, many colours, forms, systems and power charges, and don´t, try to run, but never crawl instead, just dare, to be yourself imago in a extinguish way...

so, enigma will rise in front of you and here...

you are, what it is at present, where all blood, tones, bones, meat, senses and meanings of logics and common senses will not resist, her claustrophobic hot and lovely embrace; remember time it´s matter too, and can be change, history as well can be change; but this is not an easy operation, but it can be done, don´t worry if you cannot make it there, still you might rise again and return from the living dead...

standing here, all surrender and falls apart inside her arousing body of storming blast magnetic vortex; it´s a gift for the strong and brave; cause she´s the one beast with and without all the signs and names, and all fragments collides inside her womb, where all flourishes, merge and melted from all around...

now go on, dare to cut strings of conviction and madness,

and call her, call her when you´re ready,

she´ll sent you an errant for you...

call for it when you´re done,

call for the bringer of dark moist...

"Magus Sinister Aeonik Impulse"