The Watcher

by Haze

CM 1992

11.11.17. Honoring Charles Manson’s 83 years…
Craig Williams
, author of the recent “Entering The Desert”, contributed this “strangely channeled” piece of prose. Thank you, Craig.

“The Watchers

Are rare Souls which by choice or by karmic gravity incarnate on Earth via the Moons of Saturn to shift, dismantle, and destroy corrupted psychological / spiritual / social archetypes undergoing horrifying experiences in the process. Watchers appear demonic to the eyes blinded by secular malaise, spiritual ennui and terrestrial Control Systems.

    Within the Desert of the Soul wander Wolves and Ghouls, Scorpions and the aroma of death…..the Watcher cries ‘RECHTAW!’

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The Watcher

The eyes accustomed to the light of progress are unable to see the vast uncharted Hinterlands and its terrifying denizens…
The Alien Soul who refuses to be broken is branded demonic and cast aside….
Mani intoned: “I am a grateful hearer who was born in the land of Babylon. I was born in the land of Babylon and I am set up at the gate of the Truth. I am a singer, a hearer, who has come from the land of Babylon. I have come from the land of Babylon to send forth a call to the world.”
The silent eyes mirror the forbidden, the damned, the forgotten, the blasphemous, the murdered….
The sacred and the holy covered by red flesh and black bones….
A world desperate to ignore its Mother, unable to live within Her gaze…
A world desperate to destroy the Black Sun of a world immune to progress and profit…..

The feral howling of Her children will be reawakened upon the Sacred Death, the Watcher returns to the Void of Night, no longer able to contain Her fury….
Where will you be when this funeral pyre is lit? The time is not NOW………

Domesticated minds unravel when Her voice cries out at his last breath…..the time is not NOW…

The absence will signify the emptying of the world Soul, and the return of Her vengeful children who now hear His voice on the Air…Trees….Water…..Animals….
He is free to roam the NOW and ETERNAL…….the time is not NOW…
Abraxas, the sonorous voice of the Watcher calls!!! “Rehctaw!! Rehctaw!!! Rehctaw!!!”

His destiny is etched in red flesh and is NOW and ETERNAL…
The flow of time has no relation to the ETERNAL NOW….
The pace of progress on no hold to the ETERNAL………..
The chosen ones hear……..REHCTAW……….

(Art by Jef Whitehead from the soon to be released limited cassette tape, AKA Abraxas. An edition of 33 will include a wood WAR bead, handmade by Charles)

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