by Christopher Kay

01 Andron  | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

The first step was taken towards a new path.

She had seen this type of path

many times in the light of day,

but in this instance,

only fragile illumination existed.

Her foot quivered as she took her second step

towards the truth she'd always asked for.

The darkness in the distance

made it impossible to know what lay ahead.

Each archway looked the same as the previous,

and the further she forged ahead,

the more infinite the path appeared.

But then something changed.

She looked behind her and

realised how far she had come.

The path ahead, albeit unknown,

was much shorter than what was behind her.

Confidently, she moved through the door

into the unknown,

and now understood

exactly what she needed to do.



02 Quest  | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

He is an artist. 

In body. In mind. In spirit.

But necessity had led him down

quite a peculiar path indeed.

He had to pretend he was something he was not,

ensuring his bread and butter was earned

so that he could live a comfortable, solitary existence

in his little corner of the Earth.

As he hid amongst the collars of white,

his artistry began to break through the seams.

A fire would still idly burn

in the darkest parts of his eyes,  and bring

an extraordinary brightness to his entire demeanour

whenever he spoke of ‘art’.

Yet under this new identity,

he was constantly sought after for his gifts,

and had felt used by those

whom would never really know the real him.

They would fly him everywhere

in order to tap into the brilliance

that he was trying to hide from them all,

and on that fateful day of inevitability;

the sun was setting, the plane touched down

and the taxi ushered him to his tiny hotel room

complete with single-serve mini bar.

He stood on his balcony and with a clear sky

and an even clearer mind,

and he finally remembered

that all of this was only a detour.



03 Z  | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

A night of Wagner.

The sounds of the orchestra

elegantly filled the gaps

of conversations about the beloved Cosima

and inspiration for Siegfried Idyll.

The Winter’s night felt deathly cold,

but the attraction between them

had grown to beautifully terrifying proportions.

Both had come from places of pain

and emotional trauma

and hadn’t forgotten how to love,

but had simply forgotten to love. 

The last few weeks had left them tightly wound,

things unspoken, things untouched.

He set the mood.

Warm pools of light filled the room

and reflections of candlelight

danced majestically on the walls around them.

It was then that she revealed her grand gesture.

Something to relax.

Something for warmth.

Something Japanese.



Freedom in mind and thought

are the most imperative structure

in the evolution of the human spirit.

When every definition of the word

is put into question

and begins to transform into

a privilege rather than a right;

be on the side of the good fight.

Seek those who also have the courage

to stand up for what is right.

Find the specs of light

between the gaps in the cell

And follow the vibrational frequency

from the inside out.



04 Eleftheria | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

At times, we are too human.

One must overcome the feeling

that decisions made are incorrect

or that they are a magnet for damage.

We all make the wrong choices

and sabotage our own existence.

We are better than this,

yet we don't allow ourselves to be.

We are stronger than this,

yet are more inclined to hide behind a weakened fear

because strength is too hard to search for.

What do we really need?

The physical? The intellectual? The spiritual?

Or just a connection to make someone feel

like they are wanted and worthwhile,

if only for a minute.

It is a side that is never permanently satisfied

and we always look for the next thing

to fill the hollow void of discomfort.

And therein, lies growth

against all odds.




Stamentia | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay
07 Adamas  | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

It is light, life, the sun;

an emblem of purity and perfection,

of invincible spiritual power.

But she wanted more.

Commitment, faithfulness and promise.

But his hesitance provided her

with the deafening silence

that became an answer within itself.

Alone, the silence came back to haunt him.

Darkness set.

As he moved to the front porch,

he lay to rest on the decking.

His eyes drifted upward

to a completely new perspective;

and he finally realised

he did not build her a house,

she had made him a home.



08 Fushika | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

What began as distraction,

ended as inspiration.

With every stroke of the brush

the overwhelming fractures of his heart

were painted over and forgotten.

Upon stepping back to revel

in this pouring out of his essence,

he knew he had chosen the right muse.

Loyalty. Honour. Strength.

Not only the qualities of

his oldest companion,

But also the qualities of his

own Zen-like soul within.



She reflected on the entire historical drama

that lay in her rear view.

The patterns became so obvious,

but none of this epiphany

could be executed in hindsight.

Love was there for the taking,

but she just wasn’t ready for it,

that was, until it was gone.

As she embraced this necessary crisis

by the equally calm river-walk,

a visitor emerged.

It carried itself proudly reminding her

that she too was now filled

with the same ancient wisdom.

If something was meant to be,

it would return in time.



09 Prehistoria | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay
10 Forgodden | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

There's no such thing as an ordinary person.

Only ordinary choices. Only ordinary fears.

People chase the wrong thing. 

They chase the security.

The expensive shiny objects

little realising they are chasing illusions.

Think of a time, when you were at peace,

in a place where only you

truly understood the beauty of the moment.

No matter whom you shared it with

ever understood the place where

you forgot everything for a second,

but it felt like an eternity.

But to remember it, seems like a fever dream;

never the same as the actual event.

It occurs when your physical vessel and

spirit mind are one and the world knows it.

The vibration is true.

The energy is forcefully lifting

and transporting you towards something bigger.

In that moment, you are the creator.



A beautiful frequency danced across the night air.

As all in the room became centered,

Mother became their true north

leading with light, guiding with love.

Just like her mother before her,

her graceful calm was a gift to the collective.

The lessons were simple

for those ready to receive them.

As silent undertones of oneness swept through the room,

the calming foliage caught alight

and a delicate smoke surrounded them.

It resulted in a delicate nudge into

the direction they should have always been facing;


As the haze of clarity dissipated

and they returned back to the third realm,

a state of love and calm remained.

Something they knew they would have to

continue to carry in their hearts

if they were to survive the often dark depths

of the human experience.



11 Intention | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay
13 Crypstone | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

A hijacked history hidden in plain sight.

Awakening led to questioning

and with this, theories rather than answers.

But no matter how egocentric his emotions,

the deep questions of the past

kept him in a state of ascension.

A simple stroll through any city young or old,

would cause feelings of déjà vu.

Tartarian structures and sublime architecture

disarmed of their true purpose

and now, veiling a folkloric corruption.

But with the death of one civilisation.

comes the birth of another.

Never to be unseen, once truly questioned.

Emerging through the trees and

understanding the edifice that lay before him,

he wouldn’t be fooled again.

History was just that – his story,

And he could rewrite any way he felt.



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As the collective observed

the singular entities in the crowd,

the grid shifted into a new energy field.

Love vibrated through the echoes of the chants,

even when wrapped within elements of disdain.

The people stood united.

Races, religions and creeds melded together

in a sea of oneness and song.

Their feet stomped rhythmically

sending messages directly to Mother Earth.

A father was not just dad that day.

He was a freedom fighter,

Not fighting for freedom that had been taken,

but fighting to always keep the freedom

he would forever carry in his heart; his son.

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A generational gap away

lay his father who had seen it all and more,

and in a relaxed state with a wry grin,

could visualise the outcome and be proud

that his strength of character

and lion-hearted integrity

would forever carry on into a positive future.


With the stripping away of the programmed self

came a deep state of mourning.

As its ebony feathered wings

drew back to its sides

and with its footing firm and still,

a once negative portent

became a positive path forward.

Through its magnificent eyes,

a sharp intelligence and ethereal wisdom

poured out in pure energetic waves,

providing the perfect example

of how to proceed.

Akin to an apocalypse,

this wasn’t just the death of an old way,

it was the birth of something new.



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18 Guiternal | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

He had finally found what he called his flow state.

Reacquainting himself with nature,

but tethering himself to his human experience

with the lit cigarette between his lips,

he became a conduit for brilliance from above,

and let it release through his fingers

and into six perfect steel strings.

Each note followed on melodically,

bridging perfectly and formulating

a soul-fulfilling prophetic masterpiece.

As he crossed over to the fifth realm,

a realisation still flowed through him

that he had already applied the flow

in his own unconscious roller-coaster of a life

to everyone whose path he crossed,

and to the lives he had also created

with the other half of his soul.



Like clockwork,

she awoke before the sun rose

but instead of joining the slave ships

on their inevitable journey

through the mouth of the beast,

she took to a different vantage point

for a true change of perspective.

Through subtle polluted clouds

and the thick blanket of motorised noise,

a feeling of lucidity flowed through her soul;

the programming now instantly recognisable.

The organised chaos of the urban jungle

would always continue on

without her participation or presence.

But she knew she had to participate

in a forward motion of action

in order to reach her true destination

and rewrite what she once thought was her destiny.

Mother Nature waited patiently on the horizon for her,

as she had always done.



20 Scape | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay
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