We come from the land of dimpled smiles, the bridge between worlds, the tethers that tear at scar tissue and rip open wounds, so the tribe can be fed with the stories that wake their Souls. We talked often of this role, the single handed need to make everyone else’s Pain go away, be all things to all people, be the shoulder that bears the weight of all grief and fear. We made the journey over and over, from one world to the next. Your now my ally in the unseen. You’ve told me the nature of the twisted web, from your perspective at the fountainhead…. And I give my word that I shall speak it so that the demons can be free.
There is no monopoly on grief, we all carry a piece of each other, different than anyone else has, a part of a mystery, a magical thread, that no one else can see. In Life, you were pulled and unraveled by all The grasping fingers that rip at the covers, skinned by kith and kin over and over….in Death, the Same ……the same fragmentation , no one can live up to that projection, no one can carry that , not even Saturn or The sweet soul of Capricornian love of Other. I’ll meet you there, where there is no tugging. Where nothing is wanted from you, needed from you, asked of you, blamed on you, taken from you, or hidden from you…/ I’ll meet you there in the Nether, and we will tell The story as seen from inside the center of the Web. My friend, my Soul Brother, we’ve traipsed thru time together, for aeons, and I thank you for what you have blessed me with, by your sweet smile and the kindness and love you poured out. No strings attached, was our love and care, and perhaps that is the only place where real Sight can dare to stare into the eyes of Truth.
This year I’m going down into the RIpples to honor my 43rd year of Solar Cycling thru the PrismGuarded Realm…. I’ve been Hunting the Hunter who has hunted me for lifetimes. Last night as in the Ethers I was watching on observing an altercation, I turned my eyes back to the door as I stood and a sudden BaM!!!!! Felt almost like the time I was hit directly in the face by a volleyball that had been pounded by a very strong hitter , a dude at Rec bball in CT which knocked me back several feet flat on my ass;) a sense of calm as my awareness reflected on what had just happened, I was unsure but my consciousness hovered slowly lettinG go the tether, and I realized a Shot had come from those whom I had turned away from. A bullet to the face was a strange sensation anyhow.
I woke directly into this morning with the impact still throbbing. Then noticed that my entire jaw on the right side was more fully swollen with the impacted Wisdom tooth that rears up now and again. There’s nowhere for it to go. I heard ole Wotan tell me that the dance of Sun and fiery Mars sitting on top of my natal sun/Uranus exact conjunction in first house( head /face ) now opposing Uranus in Taurus ( neck/voice/throat) is inFlaming me, the Uranus opposition intensity being stoked as The Wisdom buried in the Jaws is trying to emerge. The Voice that is trapped in the throat , telling me it’s time to be born into this world. I have to Face it. Literally, had to do an hours deep intense facial fascial maneuvers including neck and shoulders, and then much of the swelling had subsided. The Pain Gone. Sleep came back to me, whispering that there is nowhere to hide, any longer…..that which is stuck hidden inside my jaws which hold my tongue and where stories are told, is Impacting the way I Face the World. The Stories must be Written and the entire fascial inTension released so their is room for Wisdom to Break on Through.
Some have told me to cut out and violently remove this Tooth, this reminder, so to make pain go away. But I chose at age 19 to never take a pain killer or allopathic medicine. And I’ve stuck to it, Felt Fully and Faced each Pain in the Embrace of Somas Palace. I follow it, it always leads me to the Selves buried deep within the Matter of my Flesh, where dreams are buried and beating at the door for attention.
My descent is in honor of this Dance, Seaming Fractals Dreamimg Me, Wearing the Masks of My Past and Glaring at the Mirror til they See me.
So my 43rd Solar return will be spent Alone in the Solace of Nature and Soul, deep in ceremony for the mysteries of Birth and Death, that which is wrapped tightly around the 18th and 19th of November for me.
Novem = nine /ninth month The Gestation Nov= ‘new’. ‘Ember’=small live fire , Hebrew’appointed by god’
What shall be born from these flames wherein the zodiacal wheel at this moment so intensely proclaims that The Time is Now For me To Open and Face The lost Scroll Within my seams
Here in the hypermedia digital era, it’s easy to become desensitized by over-stimulation. As I passively absorb more and more sound bytes, videos, and impersonal data generated by external sources, the more desensitized I become. It doesn’t stop there, though. The more desensitized I become, the greater my craving for more intensity- intensity of sensation, feeling, visions, intimacy, action. This craving has never led to more intensity, but n u m b n e s s , a state antithetical to my life as a creative and feeling person. That’s when I stop and become very still within myself. In this stillness, I withdraw my attention from the outer, and realign with my inner V e r t I c a l sources- energy rising up from the earth through the base of my spine, and the cosmic energy coming down from above through the top of my head, the crown. My previous intensity craving soon vanished. Eventually with enough time and practice, the natural sensitivity of my central nervous system restores itself, allowing me to experience the innate intensity of the Life Force itself- when life itself is enough.
(From Last words by Antero Alli ; Vertical Pool ; )
🔥🫀🔥 As a cyclical scorpionic need, I go into seclusion from most of the outer world, to restore my own sense of integrity within my nervous system. As an extremely hypersensitive raw nerve exposed to an ever growing array of assaults form the electro-smog of modern technocracy, it am constantly having to re establish my own boundaries in order to not cross completely into the Abyss of Madness which has been hunting me for as long as I remember. Here, now, in the corridor of my Uranus opposition, ( natal exact conjunction with Sun….if you know you know)…. I am taking a break from most outer sources of stimulation. I will be making a journey to a state inward to rebirth as the new Self that is forming beneath my skin. I’ve died and returned over and over in this life, letting go each time of all that is most precious to me, in order to follow what is asked of me within my own Spirit. That time has come again.
I’m so filled with gratitude for the blessings in my life; the large community of souls who embrace me and support and encourage my creative expression; my haven of stillness, my home in the wild, which was only made possible by the insane trust Others put in me and my spirit, and the generosity of help from beings who I hope one day to be able to return some semblance of beauty; my son who has grown into a kind and unique and strong young man who will turn 18 soon; for my parents who left me free to become and express myself authentically, who without knowing it, gave me the gift of the wilderness and freedom, and no emotional manipulation or restraint when I chose again and again to head out in possibly perilous paths alone at young ages; for the many gifts over the years from all my friends in different lands and times, who have contributed to my life and soul in so many wonderful ways. I’ve been helped always, along my path, by so many. I never understood why others put thei confidence in me, or extended such blessing and generosity of heart and home…. I can only hope that in some way my own spirit offered something in return in some value that is not measured in material ways. Thank you to all who have been the foundation, the pillars on which my awareness of beauty have been honed and tempered; thank you to all the Fires and furies which have alchemists my soul, all the pain, all the disasters, all the woundings , all the enmeshments and entanglements that have forced me to step up to the plate and Know Myself. Thank you to all the traumas and fragmentations, which have given me a warp and weft to weave my own story and heal and transform my DNA, ever in process of freeing more and more of my selves from the dream; thank you to the Muses, the Daimon who has tossed me to and fro forever, demanding blood, commitment to integrity, descents into darkness and ascents into the highest realms. Thank you to the sometimes overwhelming emotional extremes I was born and blessed/cursed with, tyrbOntensiry of perception and devotion to the deepest tunnels within human experience, I made it out alive, and after 43 years I’ve finally found a way to remain somewhat intact, somewhat sane, amidst those furies…… learned that my nervous system needs huge amounts of solitude, stillness, wilderness, learned to honor that, learned that for every day of activity around Others, I need three to detox others’ energy and restore homeostasis to my body and mind, learned that my space is sacred, and can only be opened to another in specific ways and times and reasons; learned that my time is sacred, and after having spent most of my life trying to live others’ lives, with no boundaries, no sense of where I begin and others end, finally in 2019 drew a line Nd made a vow, to die in battle, which means I will follow my joy even if it kills me. When I stopped putting my life on hold and instead of getting tangled up in others dramas and lives thinking I could save them, help them, I pulled my energy back in to my own Self and began to create the life that had been hunting me forever, torturing me til I finally obeyed the decree of my Daimon, and let all else go.
And now the journey continues, a new descent , a new rebirth, a new way to play with life will unfold.
Look over there!’ They say Fingers pointing to another maze Of preScripted pageantry for the modern slaves ‘Keep your eyes on that one’ Rising on the Ecliptic The eclipsed fist of refundant mystics Cabal.istic lipstick stains on this ballistic mistletoe The kiss of death is the pre-game show Govt sponsored Mind manipulation mk ultra puppet ….created for your viewing pleasure…. straight from the public pulpit As These Frequent Seas rising tides hide 33degrees of crime rising thru Spineless minds ….. there are agendas that need speeding up You know…the acts of the apostles of AI gospels Playing with energy.in motion as emotional rockets Topple the trust and build new towers of fallacy invasion of Amygdalas…electromagdalenes mandala “Look over there!” They demand, as WAN fans out and chessboard pieces are moved about Voices from the skynet scalar gods uploaded to the mind via DeoxyRibohMyGod the Jab.berwocky is on the loose and harvesting The loosh, the fruits of this next stage of assimilation As the synthetic tears Metta-morph-eyez The entire nation
For those who Fear the Virus, but who do not realize the world they are ushering in via that fear. It’s well known that when people fear for their existence they will do some atrocious things to other beings, in order to alleviate that fear. Many examples if you want to look. It’s also a Known that when a presumed Authority Figure in Uniform gives orders, the psychological state which that induces in the average person creates a fear response that makes them obey, even against their own deeper principles. If you are unfamiliar with the most famous study( since people claim to love studies and experiments and science……) check out the Milgram experiment. https://www.simplypsychology.org/milgram.html
I know that I am Free, and I will be creating a different reality than that which is being presented and That the masses are solidifying on command, like a hypnotic subject who obeys the dictates of the Doctor who leads their very suggestive subconscious mind into creating an all-consuming reality that the Doctor has chosen for the subject to play out. If you understand the Nature of the Mind, and Neurolinguistic Programming, and you also understand how Biochemistry works and how the Endocrine System of a majority of the population has become enslaved by a variety of substances and methods, if you understand how Fear acts upon the Somatic System this shouldn’t be hard to fathom…. without even getting into the esoteric side of things. If you are capable of removing even further the thick veiled layer of Disbelief in the power of mind, enough to understand how Mind Control works and realize that govt sponsored MKUltra programs never went away and that the Collective itself is the result of a long history of subtle and not so subtle proven tactics of Disassociation and Mental Programming, you will begin to understand a tiny fraction of how the System as it Stands Today is reflecting all of these components, and many more. To admit that one is is Swimming in a Sea of Frequency that one does not understand but that is controlled by those with a proven track record of nefarious Intent, is a step toward learning how to raise the head above the water. The Age of Aquarious is the Age of the Electromagnetic Waters and the possibility of Amazing Understandings coexists with the possibility of a far deeper level of inPrizm.ment. We’ve all been here before, we’ve all made the decision to Live or to Die Slowly…. Death Comes for All, but we’ve been programmed to Fear it so fully that the Atrocities that come from subservience to this terror and the power wielded by those who Seem To Be in Control of these Forces and who can grant ‘some Comfort’ in the false security of believing one to be ‘safe for a little while longer’. In this process of Giving up what makes us Human, we lose all reCognition of what it means to have Sovereignty and Life within this Great Being who Nourishes us, and Always provides. There is no Beauty without Risk, there is no Love without Risk, there is no Aliveness without Risk, there is no Creation without risk……. There is only Dull homogenization, Emotional stagnation and flatline, Simulation and binary repetition, and a Virtual Atmosphere of Lets Pretend To Feel while we Hide in a Bubble of protection that sterilizes our Very Will To Live…..watching reruns and memes created by augmented intelligence in a Web of One dimensional consumerism that feeds you only what you are programmed to accept. Over Time, the lack of Somatic Spontaneity and Creative Risk and the Possibility that ‘anything could happen’ leads one to the opposite spectrum of Human, and into a Cyborg Hive-Mind Drone whose Colorless and Lifeless Intellect has become the Second In Charge Dictator who can only take orders from the AI GoD who now Simulates Life Through You.
If you Open Your Cells Right Now, turn your kEy(e)S To the Sky👁, and put your Feet on the Ground , open to the vast secrets that the Nature of the MotherHolds in her Alchemical Cauldron, your body will start to reMember, deFragment its HardDrive, and begin to UnInstall the rogue programs that replicate as a Virus through this Collective EtherNet that we are all Logged into.
There are such Treasures in the Technology of your Body, that if you knew how to tap Into, you would never ever give up the sovereignty of it to any man/woman/machine….. And would never again be swallowed in the kind of fear that widens the separation between you and the Spirit of Life that sustains you.
What World will you Create? I know what I’ll be doing, and when my Time Comes to Change Forms in this Dream and leave this Character I’ve created behind, I will gladly give my Soma back to the Mother and let my Flesh become her Flesh, and I will Go unfettered and Free, fully Feeling, Fully Embracing every Flaw and Fantastic Fascination of What it Means to Have Truly Lived, To have Truly, Been ALive…..
Because to Die before your Time, still walking around, trapped in Fear, is the worst Fate that could befall a Being….. Instead, I will Dance with my Destiny, which is my own Creation, and will open my Arms to AllOfMe so that I may Be a Medicine for those who are Thirsting for the Spirit of Wonder.
We all Matter into Mother Measured by Maats Tether Twisted Sines Waving bravely In the maze of Ether All ways Always riding Nows And nursing from the Sacred Cow ……….but some.in.Time Rewind the Bloodlines And find the WideOpenSee And Enter Consciously Into the LivingDream No longer Trapped In mapped Out mirrors No longer wrapped in Fears and Tears…. Tangled in whethers And whithers and whence Blaming the Game And shaming All Sense For the Terrors that rip choice from voice as Moistened lips Part The Red Seams of this Begotten Reality. To be Sovereign Is to Reign Free From Root to Crown As Seed to Tree Becomes What Is And Always Will Be… Adventures In Seaming And Dreaming I and We Between Games of Waking And Falling A Sleep.
Play dead said the devil, and they did, in fear They wrapped their face with poisoned lace And mapped disgrace with leaden tears Play dead said the devil, and close your eyes So they stitched their lids and ran and hid And twitched and cried and begged for light And ate the lies that they were fed Play dead said the devil, dressed in Red Cold and still with broken Will And isolate in iron gates and wait until Fate has made the Devils bait A foundation for the future of Pills and Kills And Willing shills who deveState And speed the rate of fleshly ills. Play dead said the devil and wear your muzzle The puzzled panic enDemic in this gimmick DemonAcrobatics thick with automatic tactics That stick the sickly crowd in homogenous tax brackets with InTentsive Care packets That shackle the scared borg factions Into complete submission of mind over matter Of fact-Checkers stuck in the whack Job Sideshow of undeniable homeWreckers Who have mediAted crass mind control onto The medicated masses, RedRose colored Glasses tipped in a salute to fascist Masters Who cash in on disaster like fortunate Forecasters that blast programmed hashtags into the minds of all classes and kinds Of women and men trapped in the delusions Of their own illusive split Ends…. The devil said play dead, and they did.
Oh, Now….it’s Time….. It’s Time and there’s Space to Rewind the film…. The flimsy foothold of the Brash and Bold on this begotten realm… How many ways shall modern day slaves continue to be led into the graves of their own complacency, ‘just obey! Obey! Obey and it will all be ok!’ They say, wrapped in a silk scarf of compliancy, their muzzles made of murdered dreams and infantile Seeds of sovereignty trapped inside seams that bleed…
Hiding…. Behind ether Names…. Playing games of victimhood while the flood of fallacy fragments further into decaying Shame and brooding blame that puts the icing on the Cake… Games of Woke! and Wake up Folks! RedPills and cheap thrills bypassing the rich inner Yolk of true Union, spoken Spells and broken bells choking on cloaked yells trapped within masked Hells of poisoned Wells of spoonfed minions that dwell on the ledge of opinion , twisting the layers of the blooming Onion into nefarious dungeons of blind blunders that plunder the abundance of this Mother that wonders why her children Hide from the power of Perception that resides inSide the Eye(I)s and minds and hearts and finds no relief from the bytes of belief programmed so deep in Man that the Body breaks down from the demands…..
Take a deep Breath, my Friends……. Ruminate on the Death that stands and keeps Watch, tocking and ticking and picking the ripe fruit with sickles and cycles and scythes that tickle the insides of Time as it unFolds and enFolds the Ties that Bind, flowers that fractal out from Points of Power and Play Pretend….. Play dress up games of going insane and falling from the Abyss, just to wake from all This and reMember the Twist in the Plot, written in when the Byte.n Apple grappled with Sin, trapped the fragile Sense of men into warped parodies of Purpose and Pain, forced maladies of mindfuckery and maim, principalities in forgotten games of shame…. and oh…..my…….gOd it’s goddesses in modern bliss of ignorance reminiscing That and This with premonitions of missed Intents fishing for cattle trapped within the Fence of hissing GovernMents…..
Ment is Mind and Menses is Mined and cryptoPirates wind the Time, Watching for Signs as heinous Crimes blur the lines of all that Is and Was and wasn’t for Sale, Scripts ripped down the middle and PreScriptions Riddled with impurity as security is impaled on Alters of vocation, altered vacations quarantined in nations backstreets, blinking Red Warnings as the Burning blood is bled from the Mourning Sun , muzzles on heads that form the glory of the Red Tide, Marks Made on Blind Guise who debate in Time the need for the Chosen to Lead the Cattle to the frozen wasteland inSide.
Breathe deeply, my friends. Untwist the Strands and Stand on your own Two Feet. Life is a Gift, and the reWard is Sweet for reMembering This.
Are you being Planted as a MonoCulture Crop, made vulnerable to disEase and PestiLance? Hybridized And cloned, temperate-Zoned in the GreenHouse Dome where Golgothas Germ Harvested within the Worms of Farther and Larger Sperm Gardens march toward the Silent Silicon Sunset…. Planted, like Crystals in New CAge shops , spreading the signals and wearing the Sigils as the New Sage Crops Drop like Flies, filing Lies and smiling with Eyes InstaGramatic Sunrise Wines to brought to dine inside the Grapevine? The SCrypt unFolds and holds the crystalline Key, Byte by Byte inside the Body, our Fascia-ish Net holds all the Codes, of all Our Lives as Plants and molds and Silver and gold and minerals Sold like cattle into slavery, taut to tense in Irony, sought like sins in destiny’s grinning Spin in the Toroidal See of Dreams…..Salt of Earth are We, Lost at Sea, Seizing Seams and Serging Thru Eternity. Ponder the linguistic Alchemy that weaves your neural Tapestry….and StandUnder the Opening, keeping your Cellves Seeds Organic and Free.
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