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.
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.
Freshly fingered fabrics lapse into gentle silence, those fraudulent fabrications that twist into violence and disappear have dragged tear by tear down my cheek registered fear among all but the meak The brave, they say, is the true slave to fantasy.....But I pledge myself to anonymity suffering gently these sweet thorns that are born from trying too hard from crying too loud aching and waking and forsaking the crowds sweet appraisal; The damsel is silent, in distress underdressed in her amnesty... this distant hypocrisy forgets me and I swerve to define this line of my observations this truth of my inner nation proclaiming itself to be free mired in mud transpired in blood higher than the seers who predicted the flood. Babble on....sweet priest deceive the ignorant on the streets of Babylon anoint your tampon and slide in to plug up the slut of your ideology to stop the flow of connection of energy from the heart of god to the god of Earth who whispers secrets in the form of Birth.
Don’t fall for it Don’t trip over your own silly I~s As they get tangled up in the lies
It’s All by design The ‘discovery’ of heinous crimes The ethernets trembling with mangled minds
Every little crumb Has been scattered for you Every little Morsel of tattered truth
Don’t fall for it They’ve covered all the bases Dangled all the angles
It’s doesn’t matter Which narrative you choose All they want is the harvest of loosh
Memes spread like Wildfire Or Electrical fires in mourning DEW They bore their way through To the heart of you
PreScriptZions planted deep Narratives scripted for sleep A lullaby to ease your mind Brain Wash Rinse Repeat
He said But it’s all coming out Now The lies and wide angle crimes That butchered the Sacred Cow
The Holly Wood is Burning Sages Smudging the skies as fiery Rage Wages war against the Turning pages Of history …. Or HerStory
Or ThisStory
Or thatStory
She Said Yes Yes all of this They drop the bombs rapid fire Idols fall in burning pyres
Raze the foundations to start anew Land grab wealth transfer all true Red blood blue roof smart meter Lithium ion protocols of Zion Never tasted sweeter
Than this
Confused mass of Overload
He said I think I see the program A livestream from the webcam of the I Am In Tense Saturation In Formation of WAN
Fries the wiring
Shuts down the mind Overload of ‘Now You Know’ Makes humankind Blind
She Said this is just the beginning Of a script written long ago This is just the thinning of the human egos
On Fire From within Ungrounded Neural circuitry Artificially Intelligent Bourgeoisie
Floodwaters rise as Earth and Sky Are torn from the marriage bed Blood shed sacrifice of the dead
The wind blows red As the Old Age trembles and Falls Scorched map and torched walls
Built Back Better When Time Calls And Space begs for the New ‘LetterOfThe Law’
Take a deep Breathe Y’all
He said But the intravenous line Is stuck deep in my mind The Memes and the Scenes and The ai live streams have me primed
To rise up in indignation As altered Carbon hardens In stasis Waiting for the next mutation
The prophetic dialectic That preaches salvation
She Said Yes Yes of course The Flaming force of this Staged Drama Enforces the very script The Horse Whisper of the Apocalypse That Rips the Timeline in Two
Is created by Me and You
You See
We
Are the Creators of this Dream In a reformatted Neurolinguistic RealityStream
It is Our Blood and Tears and Terrors And Fears That grease the gears And Set in motion the Black Mirror That was planted Inside This AtmoSphere
They can only simulate Fabricate neural playscapes And plant them inside
Our sleeping minds
The synaptic traps become Ties That Bind As the Blind God gropes through Time Demiurgic Purge and Absurd Crimes Align
As We are Urged
To Merge
With Machine Mind
He Said I won’t fall for it I won’t Fall
I will withdraw the feeding tubes And alchemize the vessel
The same Agitators are firing up the magic theatre, pushing buttons and turning knobs and working overtime to Fuel the Mobs, Bolshevism reLoaded, matrix enFolded, collectivism imploding as Moles encoded with socialist roles erode the Souls of the unknowing Voters, masking Intentions through rehashed Inventions of Rights and Conventions that gather attention by viral assistance of this demonic dimension of conspiring contingents....
These disEased Agents of Aggravation have no ability to act with Creation, instead swimming in the Sea of Simulation, repeat repeat repeat after me for your salvation, masked Ablations in the heart of Sensation, Living Libations that destroy all Nations, wandering Lewd in powerful Suits and Red Roots that control Mass Circulation, MediaL translation, teleVision Stations and political Triangulations.....
It's Crowd Control, nothing New, the Next Episode in the Stewing Zoo of the She Brew that's brought to you by Manipulation of the Youth and elimination of the Truth of the Elder Minds who Hold the Memory cards of this TimeLine, wiped fiLes, Lives deFiled, Lies in piles of discarded bones, buried beneath the million dollar homes of the Elite Few who poke and prod the children of God to rise up in False Resistence, to overthrow the Souped up System, and when the Chaos Swallows the Followers and Sells their Souls, the Masked Manipulaters reDefine the Lines and Step inside their Scripted Roles ....
🃏ReWrite the Script and Create a new ZipFile that Opens with Codes that Free the Wild Heart of Sovereignty Within🃏
A piece of you a piece of me flesh is burning rapidly the catalog of life is expired the shopping malls have all hired camouflage adorns the streets angel dust in driving fleets across the streets Brains are scattered torn lives bruised and tattered stinking life in forms of pain left to drown in the acid rain A piece of you A piece of me flesh is burning rapidly
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