Best Pineal Gland Poems
The artists drawing an intense picture with astral aspect
We feel it and it does deeply affect and touch us.
If the artist was balanced when he or she drew it
Like the Egyptian cultures with its hieroglyphs.
It’s the third eye in fact the dormant pineal gland
That resides between the two hemispheres of the brain.
*In War of the worlds, H.G.wells’ third eye visualizes
The spaceship, space travel and the life in some planets.
Scientists act as visualizers too by theoretical research
To transform higher realities in limited physical reality.
*Gray in The Razor’s edge experiences that perception
Getting in a trance ending migraine headache forever.
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*The novel War of the Worlds by H.G.Wells
*The novel The Razor’s Edge by Somerset Maugham
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Living among dead corpses
My creativity becomes stagnate
As I surround myself with
Dreamless adults never realizing
Their full potential in life
Witnessing generational leeches
Attacking the mind, soul and legacy
Of an unsuspecting youth
Instead of experiencing daily
Burst of DMT in his pineal gland
He is subjected to
Buffoonery, treachery
Tricked into selling his birthright
"Soul Contract - Part 1"
“I Am”. The All Seeing Eye. The Pineal Gland.
Perhaps God exists in all of us - the Great “I Am” exists in all of us.
Within all of us The Pineal Gland, The All Seeing Eye?
“I AM”.
Waiting there within us subliminal, covert, invisible
God’s been there all the time
A throne of hidden power for us to sit on, to be driven
Turn the key in the ignition
to another strange dimension
foot to the floor, hands on the wheel
change the gears up a notch
Drive out of this old skin and bone heavy body through
The Doorway to God?
Karmic Generation.
7 Colours in a Rainbow.
7 Dimensions on a rung
Ascending Jacob’s Ladder
Electric Golden shooting Souls,
Energy Light Beings now melting through the Centre of the Sun?
To reach the LIGHT one must have the DARK.
What if there is no light at the end of the tunnel -
what if what we truly see is the apodictic spark,
the Light emanating pure and strong is shooting out from us,
like high beam lights in an ever speeding car on a highway
and the Stag standing in shock, stock-still, eyes glowing bright in the headlights
in the middle of the road up ahead,
is our reflection like in a mirror that we’ve been forever travelling towards
and now is our moment to reach out and meet God above, in another dimension
perhaps this is pure sacred LOVE.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
(1)
Genesis 32:22-31
(2)
http://www.stillnessinthestorm.com/2014/01/pineal-gland-referenced-in-bible-again.html
(3)
"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is LOVE."
>>1111>>THE AWAKENING SPIRIT<<1111<<
My analyzing subconscious telling me I have minor confidence in our people,
Full of resistance as high as church steeples,
Heads in the sand uneducated sheeple lost their ability,
Try this with consonance, question our existence,
Get it together and try it this very instance!
Neglected, Infected which brings great drama,
Buddhist monks call this negative karma,
Equip your mind with true armor,
Receive the weapon of writing stamina,
This isn't imaginary fiction,
This is an awakening conviction,
I'm trusting inner guidance for direction,
Taking my hand, introducing me to my pineal gland,
Connected to my tribal land,
I have found expressed to me internally in a sound,
Never contemplating turning around.
Find your way,
Stop listening to what government leaders say,
We need unity instead of broken community,
Unite and open up your vault,
Lets start a revolt,
But in an era of fear,
The average man inferior,
Never looking at their own interior,
Let me explain, in this society of personal gain,
It will make a human go insane,
Wealthy flying around in a private plane,
They have turned down the wrong symbolic lane,
You thinking i'm insane? Your thoughts are coming out in total vain!!!
I'm just a brother with a live spark,
With an inner vision destroying everything lurking in the dark!
A half cast mixed identity given the European surname Clark,
But I don't care, I have nothing to fear,
As I steer my life consciously aware I see clear,
Always near a book, that’s another place you gotta look!
Rookies thinking they're awake, but most cant find the time,
In psychological denial with excuse's saying its validly fine,
Working class living,
Resulting in limited self education receiving,
Which is the highest level of sinning,
In the beginning the universal consciousness was bringing,
What today I am seeking,
Connecting conscious thought together, Forever,
But individualism causing a crash of disconnection,
A world wide collapse bringing stagnation,
This is an invitation to break this current way of civilization,
Go back in time within the mind to make the connection,
Then you will receive true knowledge in a healthy neuron collection,
Listen to what the awakening spirit is saying!
I've been in college for four years and i promise I aint learned s***
Thank god i'm on scholarship and I didn't have to pay for this s***
They haven't taught me anything about this machine we live in
If you want to teach me something, teach me why society tries to destroy black men
Teach me how to start my own and don't groom me to work for someone else
Teach me how to be rich inside and out so I can respectfully attain true wealth
Teach me to operate from the heart and not just from the mind
Teach me that I can do anything and not just chase a ball or spit a rhyme
Teach me how the universe works mentally and how I should be aware of my thoughts
Teach me the truth about this country and why these wars are really being fought
Teach me things about myself, like my pineal gland
I could care less about the subatomic particles of a grain of sand
Teach me how religion is used as a means of control
Teach how to live without religion and how get in touch with my soul
Teach me about the chemicals that go in my water and my food
Just show me how society should truly be viewed
Teach me all the things that you should really be teaching the youth
All i'm asking is for you to teach me the F****** TRUTH!
We settled into the bay and,
Like lovers kicking the sheets down,
We grabbed and furled, grabbed and furled,
Unveiling a red vista.
You never told me you loved me,
And I never had the guts to speak.
So we threw cherry bombs at each other
From the safe side of a mountain
That was made from our imaginations.
Listening to little pirate angels,
We play out our misadventures,
Swooping in to rescue each other.
We tie off the boat using
The knuckled floor of the cerebellum.
What to do, oh, what to do
With such bedlam?
33rd BIRTHDAY
Back to back taking from a formula,
But can be stormier within the storm,
Uninformed ignorantly believing lies is the norm,
These words are here to inform, me and you, open your third eye,
Subconscious schema stimuli, on high within all the divisions,
Seeing what you envision, decisions before committing to a decision,
Risen above the system, not within! It’s not where I been,
But physically seen what I seen, been in my dreams but I bear witness,
Spiritually learned necessities, learnt by being an enlightened fiend,
This is me as it seems, I’m out of that smoke screen coming with Truth,
Truth of the truth, no one’s near truth, no such thing as a conceptual truth,
Just ruthless beliefs beneath where this word rhyming priest,
Is seated and can’t be defeated,
I’m spirit and scientific, you need to leave it rest!
Brings richness in a lyrical feast, least you turn away today,
Swayed by your stormy day, mind on automatic, an unconscious play,
Remember outweighed thoughts creating distortion is the world’s way,
So on this day, May I may I, try to explain these words before I die,
I fly with spirits of ancient pasts, past down knowledge as I ride,
The tide with Neo and his quick flow blowing up the matrix,
Sick mode bestowing semantics on ya fixes and needs fixing,
Neocortex raking the tricks from the flicks and inflicting,
A complex net, the internet has detected,
Injecting infecting projections of disconnection,
Dimmed down, no longer wearing your crown,
So profound, mistrust underpins the system we have crowned,
But I’ve found, located and activated the pineal gland,
So stop and understand, if ya can, don’t stand down,
With a frown ignorance remains astounding,
Spiritually drowned, never found you have been uncrowned!!!!
Quincy Mac
date written: 12.12.2015
Why, in the world, is there so much control?
Society is curled, to someone else's goal.
Human rights and freedom, are now stated in law,
Those rules though, the 1%, still seem to ignore,
Guess that's allowed, after a cosy dinner at dave's?
This sunken economy, that more taxes will save!
We're all in this together, let's give ourselves a pay-rise
The rich take more, the poor get less, Torie's idea of a compromise!
With the flouridic calcification of the Pineal Gland
Blinding the mind, so they can steal the land,
As mankind loses sight, of our true potential
The lies that are sold, become so influential!
But Sheople don't see, they gobble them up whole
Buried from truth, outsighted by a mole!
I hope one day we'll all become brave
We don't need illusory money, we are not it's slave!
In these times, this dawning of a new age
Humans will be free from money and fear, it's high time we left that cage!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Asper sweaty palms,
and other physiological ills
nothing beats infusion of
spine tingling electrifying chills -
experiencing psychological nirvana,
(nope NOT even
prescription medication pills)
except attaining, experiencing, and succumbing
delivering to bodily flesh, sans
nightly cathartic, intrinsic dream changing stills
and pacific inner calm gained,
thru shuteye, which tranquility
vis a vis REM hark able slumbers instills
necessary linkedin kickstarter instagram
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verity corroborated by perusing reliable
opinions painstakingly researched tracts
compiled by hands of
expert sleep specialists quills.
No surprise to me reading
(easy to understand)
judiciously, meticulously, and
professionally researched studies,
which unswervingly demand
the absolute zero tolerance
to deny deep jeep grand
(Cherokee) surrender into the land
where lovely bones and flesh
at rest, the agreed stand
hard quota of about seven hours finds
Melatonin the naturally occurring hormone,
secreted by the pineal gland
augmenting figurative trip wire,
where entire corporeal being fanned
by naturally biochemical processes
as if...complex species
guided by invisible hand.
Today, upon arising
without deafening vacuum
cleaner, yours truly did not feel gloom
me, nor rankle, an ordinarily mellow (Hume
more wrist) fellow, nee unlike
yesterday morning, where boom
ming ear splitting cacophony
gravely rented death stillness
unwittingly did exhume
even the grateful dead,
they did fuss and fume
(lumbering like 10,000 maniacs)
furious with rage
unbridled as many a jilted groom
(imagine a billion infuriated room
Hun hating thwarted lovers) assume
ming stanced ready to throttle throat
of she that chose to clean house
no matter engendering global sonic boom.
I meditate as a gentle sentinel,
Protecting and cultivating my peoples mental,
Journeying into man's pineal gland,
To overstand,
And take a message like Remy shand,
I hear a celestial voice from my Heavenly past,
So I prostrate on green grass,
And watched the overcast gloom and the storm clouds pass,
How I asked did this tremendous task come to pass?
There was a deep sigh,
Follow by a silent but manifest reply,
"Look toward the sky trough your third eye,
Spin like kingly hair,
Like blood in the vein,
And the atoms that forms the air,
Bringing rains
Enabling you to travel the astral plane,
Are you prepared?
Your heart is the fountain of truth for you
To quench the thirst of the earth's youth,"
The temple is shaking,
The vision is fading,
The voice starts stating it's time to awaken
I'm channel emotions sailing a endless ocean to bring the vision of this mission into fruition
annilating into the annilated annilation,
I begin to awaking from this meditation with the revelation,
And a message for my nation…
7/7/21
Just a sample of who I am
Experienced hardship firsthand
Not a sham
They say never bite the hand
That feeds
Yet there is continual greed
Across the land
It's gotten out of hand
Never went according to what was planned
Feeling damned
And stuck in quicksand
Occasionally in wonderland
And unable to understand
This is not just another fad
It all goes full circle like a rubber band
Took a stand
Opposition was not a fan
And they wanted to kill a man
Doing bad
Going mad
Heartbroken and sad
Gave it a stab
Threw a jab
And took a dab
Spent a tad
Of time at the pad
It all really wasn't that rad
As a man
And easy-going lad
Never been part of any clan
Used to ride the tram
Always lived below a dam
Occasionally sprayed a dish with PAM
And ate lamb
Or yam
Rarely ever was it SPAM
Or toast with jam
Was in the front, middle or back of the caravan
Did or didn't use the pineal gland
As I stood still or ran
F*** you and your scams
You'd best scram
Or you'll need a bedpan
If you're not already a dead man
Going ham
Burning through dabs and grams
Then hitting grand slams
Like a madman
Or else it all goes down the trash can
Oooh look. Oh wow. Correlating jumping twists and combinations of bunnies,irons,toothbrushes and eye lash curlers. Turn then a stick. Rotational gravitation and melodically performed interludes. Such magnifications of a single note. Kissing a kindling to produce an even steady glow. Epitomising myth,fables and heavily guarded secrets. Yet seconds are counted by a tick tick tick. And if a lion says hello then one should not discuss crochet with a snooker cue. Balls then in many halls. Darkly dimming daring done. A persnickety perennial pineal gland. Hahahaha and the forts. Hahahaha and a day is one hour 9 minutes. Hahahaha cubes cantering. Xxxx zoologist zones. *** meteorological *** clapflap xx
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Writing stops fighting./ As we empty the chambers of our minds, streaming raw un-filtered
emotions through the channels of our pens, our brains become clear; fitted with a new lens.
Muddled thoughts become distilled. Violence turns to silence. Trading anger for kindness, and
sight with blindness, in the intention that we may create hope/ out of this fire that we've
stoked./ I hope I haven't spoken out of turn, but this burn in my lungs/ and the taste on my
tongue, full of bitterness, reminds me why I have chosen a quiet mode of communication
over this. Because noise calcifies the mind./ Never to see what lies behind/ the portal of
discovery called the Pineal Gland./ Secreting the sacred chemical of god that baptized you at
birth. The power present then, is the same one in this pen./ And though words create
illusions, and we feel stuck in our delusions,/ down the rabbit hole we must go./ Let your
spirit knead you like a piece of dough. Molding you into the true form you were born in,
through, and from./ When I was nine I built my own drum./ And outer manifestation of my
heart and its ability to beat./ Guiding my feet along the track that they tread./ I will follow the
eternal thread of life that we are all strung from./ And from this pen that pours forth ink, I
lay these words upon some paper/ so that my mind can cease to think.
Fell out of bed upon my head
After dreaming I snapped this thread
Sorrow whispers filled me with dread
As I pondered what lied ahead
Stubbed my toe on a soul laid low
His wounded tale filled me with woe
Such remote hopes dashed long ago
The mountaineer climbed a plateau
Could not command my quaking hand
Raging from that pineal gland
Toiling through such mortal demand
So my liver could turn to sand
I spied a flea chowing foul brie
These perked insects still torture me
His scissor mouth tossed up a plea
Begging for some Omega-3
Blood spurted out from the sink spout
Surely there's no pathogen drought
Orders of saints began to shout
Till my bathroom was deemed devout
Fire and turmoil sparked up to broil
As my kitchen became the foil
That cursed stove offered boiling oil
While all the food began to spoil
Locusts and bees prepared a squeeze
Hoping to plant me on my knees
While they consumed fodder with ease
Their hairy legs proffered disease
Brats from the crown gathered around
To point fat fingers towards the ground
Corruption scrambled to surround
Yet quests for truth shoved most profound
That dreary day begged me to slay
To make those ancients start to pay
For tearing down this brave hideaway
And quashing our civil foray
You served as mage to quell my rage
Urging my logic to engage
The loyal keeper with his cage
So the fresh page can guide as sage
We know not who we are and yet we spar
Striving to somehow gain the upper hand
Fires of desire shift on our heart’s radar
But since taste of joy bestowed now seems bland
We yield to lust consuming contraband
Our ego is blind yet for truth does grope
Our soul contracts but wishes to expand
Heart beseeches head with love to elope
Distance from lust to love indeed seems far
But it’s easy if soul’s journey is planned
First things first, leave the door of heart ajar
Then thoughts that arise, are mindfully scanned
Awareness is by our soul presence manned
Truth transcendental is beyond mind’s scope
So dump ego and obey God’s command
Heart beseeches head with love to elope
Our void-centric eye sees form from afar
Where God hides, we cannot comment offhand
He plays on spine’s thirty three stringed guitar
Some sages point to the pineal gland
Others to monks in a faraway land
Life force ebbs; we see we’ve run out of rope
So in staid silence, beliefs we disband
Heart beseeches head with love to elope
God’s touch dispels delusion, strand by strand
Slippery’s the slope but now we have hope
That we’re living light, we now understand
Heart beseeches head with love to elope