When I transfigure, when I step through the diaphanous veil dividing the mortal realm from the immortal: Dare not weep for me! For I shall be in Summerland, freely gazing upon the radiant faces of Mother Goddess and Father God. From their Divine lips I shall hear of ancient mysteries that no human tongue can utter. When the conditions and time are proper once more on earth, I shall return again, on the desert wind. So it has been. So it shall be.
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