Om Shanti,
A meditation on the cycle,
The passage through birth and rebirth,
And birth again through all the ages of history.
I the soul,
Draw myself into the consciousness of being,
Just the soul.
The seed,
The tiny pinpoint of bright,
Divine light that is I the self.
The soul that contains the recording of the entire cycle of eighty-four lives.
This is I.
I draw myself away from the consciousness of this body,
As a tiny little light,
A being.
I go far beyond the consciousness of this life,
And as I fly far away from this world,
I reach the home of light,
And I see myself as I truly am,
A being who has passed through all time.
I see my future,
Which is my long,
Far distant past,
My golden age at stage.
I see myself in the perfect form as the deity,
The human who is divine in all aspects,
Full with all virtues,
Complete,
A perfect being,
One who has all qualifications,
Perfectly balanced,
And totally beautiful.
I see myself as the golden age at king,
The queen,
The royal being,
One who has complete self-sovereignty.
Nature follows my each and every signal.
Science serves my every desire,
And each desire is pure and for the benefit of the whole kingdom.
I pass through birth after birth,
And I arrive into the silver age.
Before there were so few of us deities,
Now there are more.
The world seems bigger.
There are more palaces,
More beautiful gardens.
It is a reflection of the perfection of the golden age.
Still I am pure,
Still I am perfect,
But gently there is a decline.
But I continue changing my costume,
One pure body into another and another.
And then something happens,
My crown of light is lost,
And body consciousness comes.
There is such a subtle loss,
But yet it is a loss,
And I have found myself in the world of mortals.
As a human being,
It is now the copper age.
I remember there is a being,
There is a source of might and light,
But I can't reach that being.
But I remember there is someone.
I build temples,
My devotion to that someone is at its highest peak.
And as the lives go by,
I write scriptures,
I perform austerities,
But yet I seem to be moving further away,
Negative karma comes,
And I have fallen into the iron age.
All around there is suffering,
Confusion,
Spirituality is dying,
Religion becomes irreligious,
And there is strife among humanity.
Still I search,
And at last,
In my last body,
I find that supreme being once again,
And I come into the diamond age,
The age of enlightenment.
I am in the confluence age.
I am rising,
Journeying back to my pure,
Perfect,
Golden age stage.
This is the return journey.
