Beneath the veil of mist and moss,
Where ancient stones in silence lie,
The earth still hums with holy force
A sacred song beneath the sky.

The ley lines pulse through hill and harbour,
Like dragon veins beneath the soil and sea
They carry light through time and space,
Through temple ruins and sacred space.

The circles speak, though mouths are none,
Each stone aligned to star and sun.
Their language lives in form and sound
In resonance, where all is Found.

 

Through forest deep and moss-grown path,
The Celtic saints once walked the land.
With staff and flame and breath of prayer,
They healed with heart, not sword or hand.

Saint Fimber, gentle soul of light,
Would rest here on his journey, healing on site.
And Motion Lore, the Druid seer,
Read sacred winds to guide us near.

They knew then what doctors still do not know
To love is to heal its different than the love from cupids bow
To know love is real, and hold love in every thought
You Can shift the fate and never end with nought (o)

 

 

For sacred geometry of the mind
Holds patterns and shapes that reconfigure our pain,
It rewrites soul in golden lines
And Re-births a  made in real time

No scalpel, no injection deep into flesh
Could heal the wounds these patterns touch,
They clear the dark, the rage, the grief,
The hurt too vast, the weight too much.

In bio-resonance the truth is found
Thought and tone can create a clown,
That resonance in vibration holds no bounds
so reversing the problem can be found

 

And higher still the story climbs
To Christ, the Light within all form,
Not bound to church or creed or tribe,
But pure awareness, which arrives in a vibe.

This Christ Consciousness is fire and breath,
A frequency beyond the veil,
A tone that vibrates deep within,
Where even death begins to pale.

One Word, one Name, one hidden Flame
The source of life, that ends all strife.
The Logos, brings the Voice of God
That called the stars, passed on with a smile and a nod

In scrolls of old, the mystics wrote
In flame and light, in glyph and code
The Kabbalah, with sacred keys , 

introduces hidden gates through secret melodies
 

Yod-Heh-Vav-Heh is not just a Name,
But waveform, number, sound, and light.
A key of quantum resonance,
That shifts the dark and births the light.

And when aligned with breath and will,
This code becomes visible,

 a living gate that changes all

 In one true moment.
It redefines us in one call

 

Spinoza whispered, “God is All,”
Not far above, but near, within
A love that lives in every cell,
A truth that burns beneath the skin.

Sir Isaac Newton, also knew, behind his charts,
He read the Scripture with alchemical eyes.
He sought the law, the tone, the code
That moves the stars across the skies.

They Found what sages always knew
That every force, each law and breath,

Can never end not even in death
It’s all  part of one divine plan,
A holy song that is eternally long

 

So come now, seeker be still and receive.
The sacred tone will never leave.
It echoes through out time and space,
It puts a smile on every face

 

The ley lines blaze beneath your feet,

Introduces us to energies we have to meet

The sacred geometry within your mind
Awakens hidden codes and releases the blind,
And leaves no soul in constant terror

As that would be Satan’s error

 

The pain that lived in hidden locked rooms,
The wounds no doctor ever knew
Dissolve in sound, in sacred shape
In light that heals like Holy tape.

Where two become one 

And we become whole

 

This is the healing of truth in words,
The miracle no hands can give.
A shift of thought, a pulse of love
And suddenly, life is yours again to live.

 

The pulse of stars. The breath of trees.
The shape behind all mysteries.
The voice that speaks in light and form,
It heals, it calls, it makes you warm.

The Christ within. The truth you seek.
The soul made whole. The strong made meek.
The tone that waits in you to rise,
A holy chord that never dies.

Rhett St James 

(Founder of Esoteric N.L.P. & esoteric retreats.com)