Into the Further You Go

Yes, there have been accounts and stories of people attempting this as it is a traditional song that suffers from an anonymous author, people have generally assumed that it is more than a poem or a song and instead is a list of instructions to direct someone on a journey to something called "The Further". This poem was the inspiration for the film Insidious. I'm sure there has been debate as to what the Further is, I personally believe that it is the venturer's own personal Hell and it is curiosity and foolhardiness that leads one there. The author describes "thick yellow smoke, hideous thoughts and bodiless eyes". Believe what you will and try what you want, unfortunately copies of the poem seem scarce on the internet, so I share my copy with you. Enjoy adventurers.

Into the Further You Go:

To start your venture into the fray first you settle at the end of the day plead to prepare you for what you may see you thank Him for placing the fruits on the tree. And as the ticking takes you further below Into the Further you go.

You light your home with a single flame to guide you out and far from declaim Away from the smoke and what you may see To flee back to safety, the light is the key And as the ticking takes you further below Into the Further you go.

Close your eyes and sharpen your mind all weariness you leave behind any links to love and the world must be shed for what lies below longs to hide in your head And as the ticking takes you further below into the Further you go.

Meditate for an hour and a second keep your mind here and refrain from flection Contemplate the Further and what you may see Let your mind open and your soul will be free And as the ticking takes you further below into the Further you go.

As you steady in this state Explore and venture but do not wait for any company you decided to stem go on without, in Here you can’t see them. And as the ticking takes you further below into the Further you go.

Take the candle you lit before and venture out of the nearest door your sanctuary has gone and your home disappeared Welcome to the Further and all that you’ve feared. And as the ticking takes you further below into the Further you go.

Normality now is to see blinking red lights near and around you in the curling rise of yellow smoke and fog you were sure definitely was not there before and as the ticking takes you further below Into the Further you go.

Your ears and the eternal night play tricks that the faucet overflows with the waters of Styx the reddest lights continue to gore as the smoke leads you to the front of His door. And as the ticking takes you further below deeper into the Further you go.

A warning to all adventurers beware, the bodiless eyes bid a scarlet glare to alert that you’re here to their invisible peers Behind its door, their warnings He hears and as the ticking takes you further below Deeper into the Further you go.

If you grow scared your journey must stop the Further comes alive to bargain a swap of their empty blackness for your beating heart go in through the door for the end to start And as the ticking takes you further below Deeper into the Further you go.

On the other side of the gated way the flames of Hell much further away Hideous thoughts and smells abound their faces spin around and around and as the ticking takes you further below Deeper into the Further you go.

They stare out at you from a single frame their mouths moving quietly and uttering blame and hate for you and all that you’ve done you’ll feel to end, your mind will run. I counted eight the time I went in a tall mirror their faces bent and curved around like a painted frown that one could find on the face of a clown These are the faces of the people you’ve lost the ones you envisioned and the ones that cost you heartache and longing for months on end your thoughts of goodbye up to Heaven you’d send. But no, here they are they swirl in the mirror down in the Further, life becomes dearer than anything that could’ve sparked the idea to share a midnight somewhere but here.

In front of the glass you lose your mind crouched in the dark the door behind you’ll hear it slam shut regardless of luck.

Inside the Further you’re stuck.