At birth everyone is given a colored gem. These are the gems of the sleeping and the gems of the awake.
The gems of the sleeping are polished and marvelously cut. In their sheen lies a phantom named consultation, who appears beautifully and with gentle persuasive phrases. His tongue is a forked asp and a conduit of lying, but his eyes are deep colors and peacefully easy to escape in.
The gems of the awake are rough and unpolished. They are discovered in odd places and cannot be purchased. Their rough crust is devoid of reflection and undermines their worth. In their dullness is a spirit named absolution who is as patient as a growing tree. He speaks only rarely and then in incomprehensible languages. His worth is measured in the richness of experience and his gifts are easily perceived by the six senses.
The gems of the sleeping:
VIOLET is the sparkling jewel of wealth and its privilege. It is The Lord of the sleeping,
RED is the vibration jewel of relationships. It is coveted for its bestowed virtue and distraction. In its shining facets the worthfullness of all men is measured.
BLUE is the cold jewel of influence. Through its mock regard men are imbued with false confidence, their false worth amplified.
BEIGE is the shining jewel of acquisition. It is a window to the tangible for others to gaze through. From its influence a vacuous security is granted. It is an invisible prison whose beautiful cells few men choose to escape from.
The gems of the awake:
YELLOW is the living jewel of sanctity. It is the peace granted to wanderers whose core is absolution.
GREEN is the actuated jewel of growing. It is a tendril of change which climbs and dies and synthesizes with the seasons, never railing against the influences which exist to oppose it.
GOLD is the shimmering jewel of revelation. In its layers are the scrawled characters of a million languages.
WHITE is the resonating jewel of the living. The god-light is manifest in its prism, and the elements of living things, cells and vapor, air and water are it's resonance. It is alive with the living current of glorious actuality.
God is known to wear a ring containing the colored gems of all men. The stones are held in a four pronged fist. The first prong is untruth, the second is law. The third is acceptance and the last the promise of heaven. The religion of the sleeping is an abomination, a bramble of truths and untruths, Their god-light is a bleeding watercolor and the solace they find there is self sustaining. Their infinity is a meticulously crafted bait dangling from a line.