Waking from a dream in the land of Khemet, mists of the hot desert sand in a mirage I saw myself only I wasn’t myself as I know - I was standing naked at the edge of the dried up host to what was once an olive tree - nothing survived in these times somewhere around 50,000 BCE when the land and people grew thirsty for water and the sun dried up the mists from the morning. There he stood in the distance, it was like a dream in a dream that prophetic sense and a calling of ravens above to another lifetime and a rising of the hot sun O’ Ra.