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Texts by Sylvie Alice Royer *
I lie in the hollow of your dream,
You sense me in the receding wave
I am your forgotten legend.
The call from my depths is tied to the stars.
Strangely, the wave leads to verticality, because above resides high water. If my reflections capture your image ceaselessly, it is to bring you closer to your cosmic essence.
The Sound of Water
Water becomes crystal-clear to the attentive ear.
In the vacuity of the present moment, I place my spirit on the watery surface. I hear its great aqueous body resonate: there a message can be found, secretly encoded since the distant Pleiades.
The water of my body joins softly with these receiving molecules, organising the perfect syntony, letting me receive the forgotten words of Nibiru:
The iridescent mirrors bring us back to the otherness of our first dream
Death associated with water is more dream-like than death associated with earth:
To drink at my source is to drink your soul.
The Adelies discuss amongst themselves
The Flooded Forest
Water continuously reflects our aspirations, offering each of us a flawless mirror in which to observe its chimera. Oceanic memory thus contains all human dreams, like an essential “relay” to awakening consciousness:
A forest of flooded symbols beneath the edge of the skimming.
A refraction without silvering in a state of perpetual ravishment of itself.
A narcissistic dream from which one awakens little by little.
North Mirror-South Mirror
I see every corrosive drop fallen from human ignorance come to life under my feet and form a foul, brackish sheet.
The ocean in my eye,
I feel the immense fragility of the horizon.
The Drop of Water
The fleeting chrysalis removes itself from its uterine hiding place,
A desire for transmutation similarly inhabits a woman’s body,
Suspended between inhalation and exhalation:
I carry on my forehead the radiant signs of Nibiru, Nemesis and Marduk.
Sparkling water streams across my starry eyes.
I am a liquid crystal
Behind the veil, this enigmatic mechanism
I walk on stars
Great changes are taking place in me.
Renibus - Nature's Intelligent Order
The graceful sparganium are born in the squooge of the silt
All the clay on earth contains the Word
"Tell me about the wild grass"
"My hidden face is no more mysterious
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