it’s called a news FEED for a reason, You are being force fed a juicy stew Of engineered ‘news’ and brewed unTruths Because the newcAge zoo runs on Loosh
But I don’t Eat From the hand that serves Genetically Modified Urges And emotional purges
I just chuckle An 8 second scroll unrolls Image after image Meant to unFold Inside the neural nest
Keep eating. Yum yum. At this Point in the Game Every single thing you react to Was baked in an artificial maze To Daze your neural pathways.
The script Is ripping your fiLes Compressed aggression Pretending to Lifes Sudden Happenings.
In Prisms I see your face plastered around me you are here beside me in essence. And should I fall, would I be gathered in by your gentle hands? Or would I crash fatally into the cold barren ground? I focus in on you I see past the flesh and I know you are there. I dreamed of you Once. I begged for you- and you came Alive in my world.
I float through your world weightlessly spinning around and around and around again It took me so long to find this place and I am now locked in I have broken down your atmosphere desecrating your perfect air in attempt to escape from here But your walls do not fall down. Your eyes are oceans of purest blue I swim and swim and swim in hopes of getting through to you. But your skies are painted dark and your storm sucks me in and now I'm drowning once more sinking to your ocean floor my body engulfed by your unforgivable sin. Your lips part like the red sea beckoning me promising to fulfill my reveries your voice is transparent your message is clear I crawl inside your crystalline tear urging you to join me as I slip down your cheek smoothly, calmly hiding from my only fear. Your aura attracts me distracts me makes me think that you are free- just an orb of energy to gather me in and suck me dry so that you can watch the world float by in your lonely, barren eternity.
🔥It is the one who accepts commitment who is strong. The true commitment is the artistic one. This is why artists are so often attacked. They are attacked for their morals, for their ideas – even for their work. Yet their essence – their commitment – is the secret which is unassailable. The true artist knows that creativity is its own reward. Ordinary people fear commitment, you see. Ordinary people fear creativity. They know that if they allow that seething cauldron of yellow liquid to boil over within themselves, then their whole lives will be changed. People fear change. People do not wish to be creative and artistic in any real sense. They wish to decorate, perhaps, and to make things around themselves pleasant – but this has little to do with creativity. … All spiritual paths should be creative. Creativity is involved with sacrifice. That stew of yellow liquid which boils in everyone is a sacrificial broth …🔥
“Son, it’s just like being force-fed Alphabet Soup…. The cute little letters hide the poison for ingestation…making the toxins more palatable so fresh suggestible minds will consume without discernment.
ABC CIA FBI WHO DHS DOE FEMA EPA VA HUD DOJ CDC NBC FOX……foxy little tricksters hiding in sticky linguistic ballistics….
You see, these fake organizations proliferate the very thing they claim to assuage……but the people have been gorging on the feast for so long, they will defend them with their very life. It’s called Stockholm syndrome. We now live in a time in which almost every single person alive had been thru the Collective MK Iktra Mind Control Ptogram and we can now see the results of the intense campaign to own the inner real estate of the Consciousness of every human being….”
Cue the Disney Music…………….. as the projector screen begins to light up
I am very excited to be making great headway into this project that has been haunting me for a very long time. I have volumes 1 ,2 , and 3 available on Amazon and volume 4 is being formatted and edited now. I’ve spent so much time lately in ocd pursuit of completing up to the 6 volumes from January 2025 back to 1996 of my ‘dreaming back’ narrative of lifetimes writing . The next three volumes contain more writing by far than these three, as I wrote profusely during those years ( trying to stay sane 🧐)
I’ve done almost nothing else lately, so many hours into these just in the formatting and editing and rereading and all the rest. Reading thru 200 pages several times double checking for missed mistakes 😂 whole new appreciation for this process but I’m a little bit obsessed and am making good to my vow to complete the publishing of the whole series thru volume 6 by the time Jupiter leaves Gemini. The chart for this one is amazing too.
We must plant seeds at the right time for them to bear fractal fruit of beauty: I have lived my entire adult life with the astromythographical mirror of magic at my side, what an amazing gift we have at our disposal of we only learn the Languages of Life and Light🌟🔥🌟 Aquarius Electrical Impulse of Light and Awareness Opposed Leo Fiery FireLight of Warmth and Action and HeartBlood.
My north and south node are Leo/Aqaurius exact conjunct my MC/IC axis. To bridge the Heart and the Mind………as my Mercury ( communication/mental processing:language/writing/expression) sits exactly atop my Ascendent (Scorpio….the Psyche,deep insight/penetration/life death sex mysteries of existence, the deep dark of descent) and opposing Chiron( the wound, the gift we bring forth from that wound, the antenna, the area of healing the existential drama) that sits on my descendent in Taurus ( the body, the senses, Form, the roots, the inner values and substance of our being, the flesh). The modern rulers of those four signs are exactly conjunct….Sun/Uranus in Scorpio first house, and Pluto/Venus in Libra 12th house. Mercury straddled between the two. The psychopomp that travels between the UnFormed(12th underworld/unBeing) and the Formed(1st Self/Being). The Jester, the trickster in the liminal space. The Fool must come Full Circle around the circle of the zodiacal wheel..::earning its degrees by the decree that Life Must learn to Feel the Real.
Yes the fixed cross I am fixed to the cross Bearing The weight Of tearing fate From the forms I create As a testament To Destiny… Alchemy….. Burning the dross To make way For the best of Me
( sneaky picture my college roommate took while I was passed out In My bed 1998)
I Own it All…. It was bought ensouled It was brought from lead Right into gold As I smashed walls Between Me And the bed I made To make A soul.
I Own it all…. I own the Apple And the Fall I byte the Core And Process the raw Datum Flung from the Stratum that Spells Out Laws As cause and effect Erects A wall Between Me And the Dream I made To make A soul.
The voices captivate me Elevate me Even try to concentrate me But they can't endure This mind is pure Eternal door of the nothing more
My third eye is on fire Opening higher and higher Til even my mind Is the liar And now I don't know Who to believe I smile though while I know I am being deceived
They try to talk to me Preach to me Thinking they make sense to me But their mind is on the Green A viral sickness Caught in-between The here and the there Don't they know the Here is There? It doesn't matter where
They run from life They run from death What else is left? Some in-between? A placenta sunbeam Orange sherbert ice cream For the healthy daydream? A prism of nothing's and somethings That don't mean a thing 'Cept the words that define them Contain them Like an ass caught in denim Blue Genes to split your seams It's all a three-ring Circus full of shiny things To make the eyes squeam Feign Sell their souls for the American Dream Dripping like ice scream From the high beam Of the American side-street
The Freak show comes and goes They can't say No They get disgusted but they still go 'Cause their afraid to see What their own lives mean Chasing the Green They do a double take When they see me They're afraid to Be What they want to be And won't admit They don't like what they see When they open the Screen To the in-between.
Volume 2 available soon. These are retrospectives working backwards and will eventually encompass all the way back to 1996, an astropsychographical adventure awaits the completion of this project. This had to be finished before I could move on to the task at hand 🙂
The strangest thing is, how quickly one part of the herd attempts to silence another part of the herd, as soon as that part of the herd attempts to understand something from another perspective.
It's knee-jerk.... It's almost malicious, almost like a dopamine kick ....
The moment a person questions 'what they are told' ... ( regardless of their exact question or their current standpoint)... This flock of vehement vultures descend to rip the tatters of flesh from the face of the Issue At Hand.... Demanding the Insolent Questioner to crawl back into the warm comfort of their ConsciousnessControlledCave.... So the Virulent InterNet InQuisition can ImPart the imPosition of the Accepted Ideas and Ideologies and keep the Chaos of Confusion Safe in its Cozy Little Cage, where Curiosity has been Castrated and Laid to Rest.
Actually it's not so strange, the Range of most Herds is preArranged by the Gates and the Shepherds that Lie in Wait....
The Irony that so many get terribly Defensive when they are called the Herd, in relation to Words that Infer a Reality at Variance from what is Preferred by their Neurological DisPosition..... And yet their Insistence that 'Herd Immunity' is a Resistance against disEase , justifying Injection of Conjecture that threaten the Whole Structure..... in that case the Self Implied Herd TagLine can be used without assumed Abuse of their Intelligence.
It's a strange Paradox this Game we are Playing, the only Dragon worth slaying is the one who guards the Gates to the Way In, to the Way to open the I's and Thines and Mysteries of Time. The Polarized Embrace of the Mystic and Mime encases the great Race through this MindField, the maze of days that chaos craves, the fertile ground above the Graves that give rise to Forms of Future Players and slaves to systems and games of hide and Seek with Hands and Feet Tied to cycles that build to climb their way out, by going inside......
It's strange..... Indeed.... The herd. Grazing and awaiting.... kept in check.Mating. Dismayed by Waves in the Field, that make blank the Yield of perceptions of Real Living, while the Wild Raw Primal Claws of the Untamed Soul watches beyond the forest knoll, never safe from the Perils of Life, but Alive in the Senses and unpenned in the Fences of the farmers safe spaces....
The Wilderness of Wonder can only survive inside the hide and skin of the kin of the wide open skies, and the unfettered forests of an Uncaptured Mind.
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