The Magnetic Road

The underlying layer,
The Substrate,
Of the simulation here
And the parallel reality there
Is magnetized.
And I got here 
And came from there - 
From my birthplace
To a reality-mysterious 
Via the magnetic road.

The moon shifted in the sky
Upon arrival
I noticed
During this time 
When Venus burns bright.
The iris of my eye 
Breathed
Reality shape-shifted
I envisioned 
War in a war room
And negotiation 
In a wormhole
Blood on the floor.
Our emotions 
Were modulated
With the magnetic force
In an intense 
Methodology
The Substate held
Our minds 
And hearts
My own music went static.

I succumbed 
To staring at a blank wall
For how long? 
An eternity
The wall became etched with a sword
But no one appeared
To slice my throat
I mourned 
Even though a part of me
Wanted to live
And later 
Upon the wall
Faces of noble men
Who must be remembered
At least 100 heroes
Who had traveled the magnetic road
Before
And even later 
Upon the wall
An open door appeared - 
Sent by colleagues
Thru the door
Another veil and another
Adventure of intensity
Actively engaged upon
And reality shifted and lifted
Lighter
With time.

After awhile it was not clear
If I was born there in the past place
Or born to be here in the new place
Awakened
By the light 
For striking
Around in the dark.
For sure
When I arrived back
Where the moon shifted back
To its familiar locus in the sky
I knew, gnosis,
The knowledge of spiritual mysteries
And so
Not being fatalistic
I also knew
This was not yet my last stop
Via the magnetic road.