A little flip book of pattern play…. Hidden agendas and timelines of pain The master orchestrator always remains The being that’s seeing thru the eyes in our brain Majestic mazes of manipulated minds Creating a Space that challenges Time Eating images and projecting reality Holographic breeding of dystopian fallacy minds under siege as fearful hearts close The challenge to balance the whys and woes The fingers point outward in terrified blame Initiating the lock on the grid of the game The architect cleverly hidden inside The engineers blueprints of cold dead light The synthetic overlay ushered thru stages As the prophets, poets, saints and sages Paint the picture with poignant passion Proclaim the Game as their Saving Mission Whichever Timeline in the fractal you choose There is no Final Boss Stronger than You You will decide in each belief that you Eat How the story goes whether loss or defeat And when the jesters Chessboard is cleared We’ll Play again with Tears and Years To ReMember ones Power in the face of Pain Is to Step into the Joy of Process again To joyfully inhabit ones body and Place To face The tangled web of Destinys Grace Is to Simply reMember you Rolled the Dice In the First Place
When stars fall from the highest Mind and sting the soul Of the left behind We must mourn For our souls were sworn To secrecy in this deep night To imagine the fragile petals Breathing with delight Despite the fright that Must come before the gentle Opening of each and every door We must swallow the sound And touch the ground of our Sorest and poorest wounds Seeping from the weeping that Wept in the night The shallow light that spreads Over our heads and leads Us to right Where we Belong To Song To truth which is essence Which is gleaming and streaming Thru the precious remembrance Of lives left upon the brink Of existence Wondering if they were to breathe Would they shudder thru the sieve Of this world Strained thru to be part of that Which leaves too soon Parts and wholes And partial tolls and lifts And lefts and rights and Tests and matches And catches and streams and Patches of evening glow If only we could know The truth behind the flow So slow Are we, Though In perceiving the rationality Behind reality And even as the light penetrates Our damp skin, With our illusions of sin, We struggle to find the easiest Way in, A place to begin to Swim in the immense sea That is me That is you That is everywhere embodied in truth And therein we sing We sign our names to the times We’ve tried But hence have died Over and over again To begin again And perhaps be free Of that binding grief That we perceive as gripping So tightly around that Which we believe to be Ours.
In winters deathly grip, I choke to spell Your name, in frost, upon the lonely hills, The appendage that writes is wrong, now, Somehow, shaking from the suns low brow, Right at my hearts strange eye, the appendage Has appendages which dangle, unseen, Gangrene in the walls of my mind… Where do the shamans go to die? Where do the moments go and why, Do we tear at truth till the bleeding shows, Till the meetings end, cleave thoughts From the gentle wind, upon which blows The written recipe for the mend, for the Mend of all this tattered flesh, these broken Vessels of forgotten truths, made lost By the echo’s of the hidden hooves Of the horsemen trotting through The moon. The past is played Upon the theatres of light, wrapped Around the core so tight, they cannot Fail to suffocate, to impersonate What they fail to see, what do they see, Do they believe that they are free? Winters face is masked and turned, I burn, I yearn… to learn the tide, To turn the cycles inside outside Over the underside of all that I know, And all that I do not know. All I know, Is that the tunnel beckons me, Warp speed, to the essence of the seed, Point of light traversing the worlds, ah, Galaxies, inside of me, a billion worlds In one single cell, and in my cell, my Prison shell, I retrieve once more, The part of my essence I let slip Thru the door…
Why do we rip? Why do we tear? Why do we crack? When there is nothing there? Nothing but a glare Let it slip Fall thru the lip Of the lie The tattered scattered Wounded sense of Why… Ms.Intense and her Defence is writing Down her W O R L D I forgot that Would-be humans Should be fuming Like factories unsatisfactory Failings Watching the mass Slaughter the lass Who saw thru the Ailings… She weeps aloud Her tears her turns Her aching burns Learns to break away Peel like clay From the potters hands Pieces of thoughts of Creation of good and evil All dripping down Thru my crown Into her Into her Hanging onto the sides Of my smile And pulling it down Into frown The weight of the Hate of the town Where once she slept Upon the Face of the beast Facing east Placing the casing Over the peace The fleece Of which I strove Down she dove Into ground she drove Out the demons That found her Hosting, Like Semen They swam into her, Scanned her for A place to hide, To ride and wait Till the light abades And here it comes! Uh oh, another day! Another game to be played I crack Addict did too… What was that I tried to do? Words are swords To sharpen and Splinter And spank And spit, her bossman Has had enough of it A tough lil bit Of skin To sink into To think it through To become the show Behind the ego To placate and dislocate And anticipate The dissolution Of that mask We made To play The game of ‘make a day’ Into the same old Give and take. Jump up and give A shout a shot A short salute To the World we pollute Before You crack And I crack And we lay Together Dreaming of fleeing Dreaming of feeling Dreaming of peeling The rots Off our dealings Till we can Still stand And look Thru swollen eyes And broken lips To rise Each morning, And to shake loose That grave grip And let slip the noose Of that pimp We call the Ego…
Imagine….How easily, the Transfer has happened, the downloaded Dimensional Devastation as Humans are Trafficked and Territory is reMapped and trapped in saturated frequencies of ghastly Stories of Limitation….
Imagine this….they Say….coders imploding DNA and neurolinguistically enfolding a New Way To Play This Game…mama and daddy holed up in static attics of decay labeled Nursing Homes and Centers for Elderly Stay…. No hope no more of touch or warmth Just a Cold Sterile Hand to help them to the Grave….no rope in the Storm to pull them to the banks of this River of Pain… We Step Aside…. Pretend to cry about this situation…. The InsemiNation of Artificial PlayStations where Creation springs from binary Minds and Satiation brings no Hope for the Scope of this Trick of Light…..
Imagine this…. Into Being…. They Say….. Knowing the glowing power of the Mind to Create inside the Lines they’ve sketched for your Lives….. But Weight…..Of Flesh is the Gate thats kept in Blessed Stasis , just a magic oasis for the baseless claims to take Hold, the Body is the Key to the Heart and the Soul…. And we’ve left our Mothers and Fathers Dying Alone in the Cold….The Disk Drive of the New Timeline rides on the Wiped Files of the Old…….
Imagine This…. They Say… It’s all for your Safety, stay brave and face this calamity behind 4 protected Bars of Irony, 5G(o)D will project it’s Tyrany in ways that make no Visible Waves , Dialed Up soldiers and Digital Slaves , the Progeny of Pornographic Passageways onto the Mass Stage of Awakening in these Last Days of Reckoning…..
Imagine This…. They Say…. Follow your Bliss this way…electroMagnetic Policy will Insure you remain Protected from Pain… No Stain on that soft Skin, their Claims will gather you In and keep you free from Sin, Sure…. Censored by Siri , Us vs Them in a teary Mirror of Theory that’s clearly mired in Sirius Error and Fallacy thats nearing Idiocy…..
Imagine This…. They say….knowing the Codes that Upload your DNA into the Clouds, the Eyes and the Nows are Portals that Round up the Number of Slumbering Souls that Allow this blundering highBrow crowd to Shroud the Skin of Human Men and Women who Stand up loud and proud to remain on the Ground Of Being, Bleeding and Feeling and Risking the peeling layers of decay, fearlessly slaying the predators who prey on the Shame and the Blame that is created from day One in this Game, resisting the blistering of the acid rain that eats away the brain of sane trains of thought…. Who cannot be bought and sold with cryptoGold and Mined and primed by artificial Lines of demarcation….. Masquerading as Salvation as the Battle begins for this metaphoric damNation….
Imagine This…. They Say…. Resistance is an insistence on endangering your neighbor, a crime to be enforced and punished by Angry gang bangers with trigger happy fingers waiting for the neural slice and splice of the Lightsaber Device that strangles organic Sight and paves the way for the GameChanger of digital deLight. Is this the Wager, is this the Fight? Is this the Dream that Mars the Night?
Imagine This…..they say….. Keep your Eyes on the mediaL Nerve…. But I Say … You Deserve Better…. DeServe unFettered Life that still bleeds and Sings Blessings Together in hordes of human Offering. Imagine Carefully…. I Say…. Because I Mages enCode the Wisdom of the Way and our Power is The Pinnacle of Creation in this Play.
Is ‘spirituality’ and/or ‘divinity’ and/or ‘enlightenment’ truly about transcending the body and this ‘material’ existence? In my experience, that very belief creates a rigid perception of AllThatIs….. If we are self aware and conscious…..on a very basic psychological level….are we not far more aware and conscious on deeper levels(fractally infinite?)….and if so……does it matter what ‘someone’ labeled/labels those deeper levels of awareness….or whether a specific ‘angle of perception’ is ‘true and enlightened’?………….Is it easier to believe that we are ‘accidentally’ caught up in this material world in this material body, to learn how to escape the very material we are living……than to see that this ‘material’ is conscious and aware and is us, just as much as/more than some abstract notion of spirituality and divinity, and that if instead of trying to escape this level of energy, we embrace ourSelves down to every particle, every unit of awareness, and transform it into higher and higher frequencys of ‘existence’ and consciousness, we will find that we dont need to ‘transcend the body’ whether it be our ‘individual’ bodies, or the body of earth, or the body of our universe…etc etc etc.
Did we really focalize ourselves in this time/space continuum, this specific fractal of consciousness, just to see how fast we can leave it? I think that a basic inability to truly see and understand the true power of what we each are, on all levels, leads to the belief that one must escape this reality in order to be divine, or to be deserving of ‘god consciousness’. I think that alot of peoples viewpoints are patterned from christianity and other religions, and they dont even realize it….but whenever that fundamental ‘desire’ to leave what we are now, and/or our ‘body’ , etc, to rejoin some ‘spiritual haven of eternal light’ takes center stage, that same religious paradigm is still lurking and working under the surface…..
personally, i think most people would benefit from truly relating to and understanding the ‘darkness’ within/around one, and by coming thru that darkness and pain and negated bits of consciousness, to transform it……….into Power…not power over(even over ourselves) but power TO BE…..an infinite variation of things and dreams and streams of force and consciousness and forms and feelings and blah blah blah………….I think that we as a whole, for a long ‘time’, have had an obsession with ‘the light’………and dont even know what it means……..
just some thoughts.
as a previous poster mentioned, I also have met many people (and been one) who have denied the pain in favor of an idealized airy fairy realm of divine light. I understand at this point in my journey, that its not about denying anything, whether ‘material’ or ‘spiritual’ (they are just different frequencies of the same energy…)but to EXPERIENCE everything, to FEEL IT, to BECOME IT, and to LOVE IT, for consciousness/awareness sake……..and when the experience is passing from focus……….to LET IT GO….without creating a rigid structure from it….. To be totally open to everything that manifests, on any level, and to learn to travel the threads that connect it all, in ever deepening ways……to me, that is Power. Power of Self/God………..and the more energy you can ‘withstand’ and ‘transmute’……..the more of Self/God etc, that you have ‘realized’…………………
….whether ‘dark or light’…..my intention is to experience everything, and to become aware of more and more of the Energy that Is, in whatever shape it takes…..and to evolve WITH my ‘body’…individually and collectively….not AWAY from my ‘body’……….its quite easy to travel thru and/or ‘escape’ into worlds of very light/’high’ vibration while ‘leaving’ the body…………….its far more challenging to revolutionize the body and ‘travel with it’…………….making every Cell in AllBodies totally Aware………………………….
…………………….so the whole cycle can breath itself out again in an even more conscious state………………..inhale, exhale…..
……………………..the endless cohesing and coalescing of the AllThatIAm………………………..
just another angle, {{puella …..Charleen
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