Swastika Man Woman

In 1965, I fell into a trance. 
My soul soared up into the Womb of the Sacred.
A Swastika made of light, a vortex 
of love and endless creativeness embraced me.
This was the homecoming of my soul.

A Wise Old Man in white robes in a dream, 
marked my throat with a white Swastika. 
He said, "Take this as your sign and redeem it 
so it will strike love in all hearts that behold it."

This is how I began my lifelong search 
for the historic truth about the Swastika 
and my journey to detoxify it from the sins of the Nazis 
-- my journey to re-sanctify it. 

 2 February 1938 - 13 November 2012

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