A portal to our inner self. The journey of the "fool", waking up into his own dream.Directed, filmed and edited by:Nir ShraiberPoem “Who am I?” (The temple of Solomon the king)written by:Peter MooreScreenplay by:Victoria Grebezs & Nir ShraiberMusic by:Estas Tonne(Bohemian Skies, All roads leads to Rome-Jerusalem)Vocals and Hang drum by: Victoria GrebezsActors:Peter Moore “The Storyteller”Victoria Grebezs “The Fortune-Teller”Pierrick St-Pierre “The Fool”Estas Tonne “The Hat Wizard”Freja Olofsson “The Witch”Justina Azrienne “The Dancing Fairy”Dariush Matloubi “The Meditator”Lisa Angel Celea “The Elements Fairy”CC and Titles by:Geri DogysSound remix by:Leon Galperin (SoundPro Studios)Sound recording and backing cello by:Jerome O’Connell (‘J Rokka’), Bristol, UKPost Production by:Nir Shraiber (Indi-Ya Creative Productions)Production Assistant:Goutam BhartiMany thanks to:Declan JiAna RominaDarlini Singh KaulKapil GabaProduced by Indi-Ya Creative ProductionsAll rights reservedDeep gratitude To mama India.::Indi-Ya Creative Production-https://www.facebook.com/Indi-Ya-Creative-productions-112813608852090/::Estas Tonne Music-Website- https://estastonne.com/FB - https://www.facebook.com/estastonnemusicpage/::Victoria Grebezs-https://www.facebook.com/VictoriaGrebezs/?fref=ts&__mref=message_bubblehttps://hangmusic.com/::Pierrick St-Pierre-Website- http://www.mrbananashow.com/FB- https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mr-Banana-Show/299176586812611::POEM “Who am I?” (The temple of Solomon the king)Who am I?I cannot say.You see, my seasons they change from day to day.Poet, Priest Assassin, ThiefMy magic suspends my disbeliefWho am I?I’m just a pack of liesI’m a tower of cardsI’m the yarn Of a bardI’m the jest Of a foolA glittering jewel ...I’m just a candy-coated castle in the sky.But this little self?It’s just the day-dream of an angel.It's the shadow of a rainbow.It's the twinkling in the inkling in the blink! Of an All-Seeing Eye.So tear down your lying I-dolls and let your spirit free.Stop searching and findstop listening and hearstop looking and simply see…Do what thou wilt! And no other thing.Wander alone in the crowd - and sing!And fear not the taunts of the man and his massesbecause when disaster comes knockingIt’s us fools who'll be laughing.Now Noah and his folks were the neighborhood jokeTill the rain started falling and the levees brokeand - too late! - the profane saw the error of their waysat the end of their tethers in The Ancient of Days.So don't get manic and panicked when Terra turns titanic …Just don't stand and stare at the wave as it breaks:Do what thou wilt - Whatever it takes!Follow Lord Fortune wherever he leadsand petition your angels to tend to your needs.Go crazy!, Go wild!Get wasted!, Get wise!Wake up from your nightmares and stop believing their lies!Get active!, Get radical!Get real!, And get magickal!Aspire to your highest and embrace all your lows -Give in to Desire: let the flood of lust flow.Let experience unjudged be your Teacher Supremein the mystical marriage of The King and his Queenfor devotion delivered from lust of resultdestroys the delusions of the personal cult.And the seed of the apple The Snake gave The Dove?That was Shakti and Shiva united in Love.For the fruit of The Knowledge of Good and Illwas a necessary evil - but a bitter pill.But the fruit of The Tree of Eternal Lifeis the salve to alleviate our mortal strife.The kiss of the cobra both kills and curesand the only defense is a heart that's pure:it’s a drug to unhinge The Temple’s doorand the key to The Kingdom where Love is The Law.The word of sin is restriction;So give in to your Sacred Addiction!Get drunk on the wine of the Light Divineso bright that it bites and it burns your mind blindTo all but to Loveand the Grace of Creation:Divorced from mistaken identificationAs you watch every breathwith dispassionate wonderat once here-and-now and in the blissful Blue Yonder.So let reason and passionbe your left and your rightno more divided than day is from night.And then unite by your Arte, your head and your heartbecause emptiness ends where Eternity starts.So let go and let rip.take a ride - take a trip.Get to work get to bedget a life get a grip!Take leave of your sensesYour cunning pretenses;pick up your beds and tear down your defenses.And then retrace the course of the spring to its sourceIn the time before mind where God Al-One knows:In The Garden of EdenWhere The Tree of Life grows.Peter Moore