Vision of Hor-Khahotep

A vision as told by Hor-Khahotep:

In the mist of a lucid dream, present is two recognizable heroes, a master artist, two overseers and myself. Hero one is emphatic and confident of his victory. He states, “Adonim, Adonim.” He grabs a paper and writes the word, then points and says, “the Spirit of Adonim”. Hero two walks in holding a small black notebook and says, “this is where you can find the Spirit of Adonim". Simultaneously, the master artist begins to draw lines conceiving from the written word of hero one. Line by line the image is revealed.

Then, adding color to the masterful work, the finished piece is exquisite depicting a man standing on the hood of a car resembling a Kaiser Dragon that seemed to be falling out of the sky from left to right. The car had a bit of personality to it and had been damaged on the far side with its fiery insides showing, but it appeared to be tires as the insides like an explosion of tires had made impact. The person on the hood of the car is facing in the direction of the viewer, but not looking directly ‘outside’ the painting. He had a calm demeanor and was dressed in a fashionable red hoodie, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. Knowing his fate had already been decided, he seemingly kept a serene look as if falling from grace was always a part of the plan.

The overseers cheer and clap with emotion for the artist with one of them proclaiming, “you will reap at least $20,000 for this work!” At that point, everyone proceeds to go about their way. Before disappearing, hero two hands me the little black notebook. Upon receiving the mysterious black book from hero two, I open it. The book contains names and images of those who’ve displayed a triumphant spirit and have received immortality in particular places of history. The book also contains nine short poems. The contents revealing the names and images are impenetrable and are sealed with an inscription that reads 'see the function of codes' and advises the reader to begin reading the nine poems. So I begin reading as follows:

I. Moonkiss

As true as the golden hue of a full moon

that reassures your tune,

the melodic inference of Orion’s entrance,

seriously followed by Sirius’s brightness

that rings hallowed,

Aldebaran staring as the stars conflicting

over auspicious deference,

the preference of the observer is the ultimate yes,

the guest of the night skies rejoice,

See this is the choice,

the will of rapid succession,

Evolution in circles, mark after mark

the Highest Procession.

II. Veil of Artemis

Artemis lives thus Orion gives his might

A child is born and Sirius sets his sight

Where the dice of God falls, the cards are

dealt

The virgin sits where the kings have knelt

When the Sun agrees the Holy Spirit is felt

The Dawn of Light is the riches of wealth

The wisdom of sages envelope the pages

The bards of stages sing the notes that rages

Engulfed in flames but the Truth remains

The message of the Word is what the Flute

contains

One blow from the wind and it spreads throughout

Artemis lives! Is what Orion shouts.

III. Divine Child

God’s emissary under an auspicious crescent

A smiling moon upon earth’s essence

With gratitude to that beam of Light

Hope and glory teems with might

Along the path the cosmos flame

Ordered by that which is divine in name

Timeless is that Divine Ark, the Master’s

emblem, the Virgin’s spark

The will of Truth is thy knower of self

One pillar of earth is a sower of wealth

Three more evens the score, nature honors

the son she bore

Primordial waters come immortal men

Celestial orders of fire and wind

Define harmonies of hot and cold

Unearth the paradox of new and old

The man of earth the mortal god

The sand in dirt the morbid trod

Suspect the suspicious tongue

Only seek out the Auspicious One

It is He who pervades in all, preserver

of man when made to fall

The Rising Sun is the conquerors plight

Restoring balance in orderly flight

This is the will the Father bestowed

The luminous moon a magnanimous abode

Sits the one whosoever awaits

In patience and peace to endeavor with fate.

IV. Deception

I can neither agree nor disagree

But I am the owner of a disposition

of a different degree

You see what you seek can be

inconclusive to intrusive eyes as me

Such a decision blinded by the skies

of God I meet

From opposite paths we walk

adjoined in the street

Festive times binds our trust until

we part then mans thought is beseech

By the rhythm that corresponds to

the sowing of seeds

Man’s heart has been taught before

you start, you must plow the Earth

with greed

Thus, the soil is wrought with naught,

the plant bears fruit then withers its

leaves

So while on leave the absence of

empathy allows for forgetfulness of

the steeds

Back to festive times allows the mind

to forget the disease

Back to square one for some fun

we’ll submit to relieve

So I can neither agree nor disagree

until both sides can advent to believe

In a decision intended to admit the

truth of perceptions that’s meant to

deceive.

V. Critical Mass

You can hear when it in rains, it’s the voices of the pain

The Whirlwind of Truth is the spirit of change

It can take holt like the fiercest waves on a boat

An uprising that pangs the remains of slave revolts

Invoked by maims upon countless names

Unchanged laws cover the bodies of the slain

Like a runaway train the demon gets off scot-free

While love ones dissolve in puddles of grief and misery

Removing the veil allows the wind to turn to hail

They cover their heads, close their eyes and tuck their

tales

Then shriek blasphemous words that reach the depths

of hell

Abound in estate with no amounts at stake

The unjust blames, which surmounts distaste

Limitless are those that renounce the face

of he who surfaces support but hides his plate

The wisest chef cooks for the seismic taste

But never allows his guest to crowd his space

Unbeknownst to partakers, the viands were laced

By the sorcerer’s hand and the precision of an ace

Derision was planned and the outcome was based

On a story of fool’s gold in a land of waste.

VI. New Dawn

For dawn is near and the night sky flickers in fear

Darkness’s clutch is held fast

For the appearance of knowledge is lucid

And in man’s soul, it’s acknowledged fusion

The wearer of armor protects the forbearer from karma

Either Maat or Dharma, the error of terror harms us

The whole is One, from the scrolls is Sun

One revolution of Earth equals degrees of evolution in birth

Multiplication in creation is the factor that makes nations

Assigned by geometry, seekers can behold God’s honesty

The Truth prevails, is your quest for heaven or hell?

Order and chaos are stations, modes in relation

Those chose receive harmonizing codes to salvation.

VII. Paradoxical Harmony

The one above of the peaceful essence is crowned

The Golden Horus sits on the cloud

The celestial bards behold the chorus with the gist in their smiles

The Word of the Flute sounds the churn of the Whirlwind of Truth

Then knowledge is sought with the return of the ibis of Thoth

Before you get caught in the hieroglyphs of thought

Understand the demands of the Whole in its parts

Whether it’s the falcon or the eagle that spreads its wings

the Light of the Venerate God is manifest in all forms He kings

The beautiful order is the harmony of things with all things

While the eternal recurrence of forms of inundation begets change

So peace be in this heavenly abode

Until the angel cries to the son of man what the prophet has told

Then Heru of the peaceful essence who’s crown is gold

grips his sickle and reaps the Earth’s ripe vine that’s bound with souls.

VIII. Voice of Thought

The land of milk and honey

Stores the black man’s soul of becoming

The rays of the sun vows to shine forth

upon Abraham

Thus births nations that favor him

The womb of the One God

To the tune of the sunrise

To the commune with Isis

Makes the boon of Osiris priceless

Like the air in a balloon

The heir of terror is doomed and the crown is won

From the chaos of Nun begets the conquering son

The battle ignited the Word

The righteous order is exemplified in the flight of the bird

The hawk stands on two feet, holding the rod and ankh

Emblems of power and eternal life from the tower of rank

The cries of the Bennu bird underlies design

Rising from the ashes, time after time

The scepter calms the primordial waters

When Ptah speaks creation becomes Divine Order

Sacred words of magic conjure up and consume

Death and rebirth in the wisdom of Thoth

and the justice of Maat is what polishes tombs

Knowledge of Cosmic Truth is unity and authority

The Divine Being use to be pharaoh but now Christ is majority.

IX. Into the Lens

Black is magic not the stereotypic thrills

A creative force of imaginative spark

Beyond the valley of the social peaks and hills

Let’s Snapchat about the image of the idol

An illusion of an illusion courts attention

But distorts the blemish of survival

Here’s a telegram, mind is the camera of thought

The eyes are an instant flash of light sans the dark

The mark of the lamb stands as I AM Absolute Truth

The false bravado demands the abandonment of the

higher arc of roots

The misconceptions of vision is seen through the

concepts of intuition

Comprehend?

Well give me an Instagram to explain my dimension

All is needed is a second

the tongue forms a sword, the blade features a weapon

No parades but the stage creatures are steppin’

The direction is the consumption of souls

Behold, look into the lens to see the function of codes

Upon reading the last word of the last poem, the seals of the hidden contents magically dissolve and the names and images are finally revealed. As I go to glance at the first name, the master artist burst into the room having previously left with the painting. He exclaims, "the first person who saw the painting was also the last person to view the painting." I inquired, "what do you mean?" Without saying a word, he pointed to a black duffel bag he was holding with a firm grip. Plopping it down on a near by table, the same table where hero one originally wrote ‘Adonim’, he unzipped it and said, "the overseer was prophetic with his words because here is the $20,000 I received from the first and the last!"

Then, I awake.