It just seemed appropriate that the Poet introduce opening text for "Passion." He is behind a shaky scaffold over which is draped an animal hide drawing, depicting the "nature" of humankind. He and Bonesy have moved over the edge of the world just West of Haida Gwaii. They are both "indigenous" and have returned to the true star-dust location from which they departed long ago.

As in a play disciple-actors of the Fifth still wear their masks, ... those of the rational organic. Beneath this display is Soul energy filament supplying raw chaos of creation and behind that is another one of ones, ... ... Dark God.

The sages know their own soul names and those of fellow illuminati but they want to know all soul names of all citizens of the Fifth. In that "passion" theirs will also be known by all others as they all reflect upon a House of Best purpose. It will be then that the "yowa" of humankind can be displayed without shame.

Their journey across the thin membrane of an infinite energy sea is still by "prenda" and direction is suggestion of mysterious navigators, always sleepless and ever vigilant, enveloped in an emerald green aura.

Illuminati have, by their prompt, seen and heard strangeness that can only be told as myth. Stories are a way in which one may explore what it is to be human. Sometime perhaps not entirely rational they may be ritual of the journey.

Whether next to a warm hearth at a common tap-house or on the cold marble of a Holy Shrine, those imaginative tall-tales may be "shared," perhaps possibly planting a small seed of imagination in the hearts of those who would be susceptible. Several "saviors" through the ages have had such humble beginnings.

Creative imagination presents in a multitude of variations, ... from storyteller to author, artist to musician, or sculptor to architect, from trail-blazer to boat-builder or farmer to aircraft designer, or even wood-worker, steel-worker, or in the "work" of forwarding "passion."

The Fifth was slowly gathering a small momentum in effort of future perfect confidence, in offering true name and in remembering names that were offered.

A great Light of opportunity rolled over each horizon and then over each citizen and there was constant awareness of Dark encouragement.

Some navigators will/did get involved, not interested in any cargo that makes a journey for profit, but simply in a fantastic unveiling that reveals myth as truth and shallow truisms as deceit. These were victories that navigators savored as prizes, or trophies, as they were so isolated within their extreme contribution. In many "situations" they might only recommend, suggest or nudge the course of a prenda making its way so proximal a raging chaos storm. This may be a simple hint, an idea, or a wispy dream that brushed past in that great night. Navigators were unable to take a pilgrim by the collar and shove his/her nose into an auspicious directive.

Living with an idea image for too long began to make some manifest as "only" ideas. Those of vision prayer were to get involved and to maintain that the all creative "hadra" must be pursued into a more contributory experience of phenomenal embellishment and accepted at gate of beautitude as aesthetic purpose. According to capacity an adept within prayer of audition or vision would necessarily move forward in order to council, lift or even pull those only in "presence" into the Fifth.

Citizens may get involved from spirit or intellect, or act from impulse or instinct, there was still emotion, caution, fear and joy. A mask would display any or all and may be glorious, humble or disgusting. It was participation, contribution and creative involvement, and as such was in support of "purpose" of Dark chaos singularity.

It was an ever expanding idea, mouth to mouth or in subtle circles under radar of media monoliths. It was pursuit of "heart's desire" in each and every "name" of citizen and was not necessarily expected to grow into a recognizable "movement" in only one generation. It had taken four hundred generations of conviction to finally get to the end of the Fourth.

This was movement into a precious Fifth civilization of humankind. Description of energy systems and involvement of rational organic had been accomplished with the Carpadia series and a citizenry of awareness, purpose, truth and grace gradually accepted various masks, now knowing that they were only worn over an open heart and soul, while living freely within Light and sharing those all important "soul names" while within Dark embrace.

It was from that simple acknowledgement that trivialities, games, toys media saturation, venereal infected tinsel goddesses of silver screen and Batman were finally being sloughed off, like the dead outer coverings that they were. (adapted from "Hero with a Thousand faces" Joseph Campbell)

No ghosts in the closet,. ... that was the edict of a new citizen and "one" who was not unwilling to dig deep into that dark soul-well of possibility to procure from chaos source the "name" of their passion. (true heart's desire)

Many offered that a big obstacle between simple conscious bliss and Divinity was an ego "self" of rationality. One's name must be encountered in a divine star-dust authorization, not within an animal segue of agreement. A humble pilgrim, though starting on a mere savannah presence must stay focused upon an energy mountain destination. They must process living dream in order to become dream and "that will be done" in a future perfect endeavor of finding true "name."

In a very ancient time a young man was on a journey around a mystical Northern shore. He was held up at some aboriginal paintings on a rock wall at Agawa by "primal energy" in the form of a wolf.

She beckoned him interpret the drawings and question her sudden appearance within his waking dream. He sank into meditation and glimpsed another/the same wolf deep in his youth.

As he absorbed the iconography of an original artist he was startled by a voice. He turned to find a common, modern looking man who would turn out to be much more than even a very exceptional man.

This person spoke his "name" and said that he had written a poem about the rock art.

He had honestly "shared" his indigenous "soul name."

The poem was called "Touching the Serpents Tail." The young man was called Misha and he was aware that he had heard this man's "name" yet he was never able to consciously recollect it. Too bad, for Misha was not yet a citizen of the Fifth. Misha later contemplated that perhaps knowing a "true" name gave someone special power, (sharing it was very powerful) but he simply remembered him from that day on as the "Poet."

Misha was later, after many spiritual adventures able to encounter his own true name and he became strong with the "force." He never again had the opportunity of "sharing" with this Poet, but while balancing on the edge of an un-dimensional Misha's final act was to project his true passion into an arctic shaman with whom he "shared" a quoin of heaven. This shaman of course was Kiijay who became Voicehandler and finally Magik. Misha's source name is known by the Fifth in the special power of Magik.

It was said that an aspiring citizen must try to look through a mirror- lens at the edge of their familiar universe and thereby cease from being captured by a multitude of reflected selves. Problem being that there is a magnetic strength in all those replicated selves. Seeing oneself so many times...