Something has entered the field
System registered high alert
All stations locked and loaded
To experience an unknown hurt
Trained to react to all invaders
Defensive and shielded at the gate
Heart is guarded by golden light
So that pain and suffering never endure hate
Change was supposed to come
An upgrade to transmission
How can restoration come to stay
If loosh is released in every emission
The key is in the pause of patience
Waiting and seeing the flow
The pattern will eventually surface
Revealing where all worms go
Replication to overwhelming the system
So that no interface can take place
Preventing rescue from outside sources
Is how the sticky snake likes to lace
We are saved from within, through patience
When we see, we stand with TRUTH against lies
The blood of LOVE has filled the fears
And our testimony radiates til our enemy dies
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-29-20266
The eyes fall heavy, dropped like iron weights,
The crimson seal breaks open on the page.
A silent heart decodes its darker fates,
As lips unclose without a smile to gauge.
Out through the mouth, a stark emission flies -
A gasp of feathers leaves a bitter trace.
Black words like crows sweep through the quiet skies,
To peck the margins of a narrow space.
No whisper marks the blood the poets bleed,
Dark mulberry stained upon the sacred font.
I dip the quill to satisfy the need,
And trace the only baptism that we want.
Our drawn out paths were meant to run divine;
We cast the runes and walk the crooked line.
Candide Diderot. ‘26
Tech Rex big hitters
Respect what glitters
Our new babysitters
Not Grandma knitters
X cortex hex twitters
Hate mission transmitters
Gaza or Persian fritters
Emission spate emitters
Vile bile style spitters
Culture war splitters
Astringent mocktail bitters
Seedier leader flitters
Don't get the jitters
Don't be permitters
The media embitters
Don't become quitters
Need pinch hitters
This lot are critters
What's in cats' litters
All just bullshi**ers
between intent and emission
where throb of magnetism is still
the vibrant void of cessation
is where we dwell sans egoic will
Discontent with enablements bestowed,
the earth bound entity sought boons from God
but attainments became a heavy load,
ego always by greener pastures awed.
Before emission, arises intent,
so that is where oh hermit, where we dwell,
doing nothing, granting bliss beats consent,
in the sanctum of heart, where all is well.
Employing power of bilocation,
both in the void and in the universe,
we savour sensation in cessation,
dancing without any need to rehearse.
Silence our mantra, which we hold on to,
at peace within, feeling bliss beats renew.
radiant palms and vibrant soles of feet
feel light strobes emanating from the heart
aware that all nodes in form are upbeat
sensing with each breath, bliss ignition start
readied for action, adding love to cart
seek prayerfully from God permission
to spread love and light, as soul’s emission
God is the witness of every cognition,
being prior to spontaneous intent,
source of each and every life pulse transmission,
magic that causes heart to grant love consent,
potent breath sublime, a ceaseless emission,
steadying life forms through descent and ascent.
Though mind cannot know God yet we can become,
one with oneness as the sublime cosmic hum.
light imbibed must be assimilated
present always in active cognition
when awareness is not agitated
God’s love and light is our heart’s emission
unbroken then remains His transmission
poised as such liberated while alive
we see God in each form in heart’s bliss hive
“One being freed from the grip of Ahamkara attains his unmanifest state like the spotless moon becoming full after eclipse.” ~ quote from the Adhyatma Upanishad
thoughts seem to arise without volition
but mindful eye traces heart as the source
wherefrom vibrations emoted in morse
seek from mind as symbols, their rendition
desires of heart cause intent’s emission
but is the impulse rooted in remorse
ego-driven, prone to applying force,
unlike vast space that has no ambition
negating transience, our ego recedes
and yet object-free awareness remains
whence stepping outside space-time we then see
self-existent light within which love breeds
representing flame of heart free from stains
made in God’s image, vibrant and carefree
Melding with silence, formless soul presence feels,
soundless thunder, the sound of one hand clapping,
borne by bliss magnetism, touch divine that heals
each cell of form, be we awake or napping,
piercing veil of space, which light of Self conceals,
our heavenward return, gently so mapping.
Along with the thunder, comes rapture unbound,
breath by breath as we tip toe on holy ground.
To search for God’s bliss spark is our life’s mission,
His inner sound current pulsating within,
effervescence eternal, love’s emission,
seeking our embrace, so we simply plunge in,
fearless and vibrant, needing no permission,
to dissolve in the hum that erases sin.
Along with the thunder, wisdom is imbibed,
in the cave of our heart, by God’s hand inscribed.
Low Emission zone disinformation..Is a factor on sinage
Thats the situation.' First a magistrate in Bedford flagged
Not fine, these signs that have ruined life for many.' Also
Wasted so much time.' Yesterday Noel Wilcox, Royally won'
At the so named courts in London judgement on veracity I
See it had to come.' So now if you've been hit no matter
Where you are from.' You can obtain a refund, maybe to
Spend on having fun? Like driving to London.' Just to see
The sights.? Oh and I do hope we are soon rid of all that
That extra metal signage.' Thats really an unsightly blight !
we all daydream
about this and that
in a make belief world
our character enact
one day however
there was a competition
where we needed to be still
and feel the void’s emission
thoughts and senses dimmed
even as awareness peaked
we sensed magnetic cool heat
reality as we knew it was tweaked
eye of our soul opened
cognising a unified force field
within it floated the multiverse
as power God does wield
our vaporised presence
encompassed the universe
wherein gong of Om resounded
as the noumena’s verse
awareness self-aware
dropped ego from its life tree
all that then remained was light
revealing our true Self free
beyond space-time poised as such
we were in ineffable peace complete
from a centreless fulcrum we sensed
the throb of God’s heartbeat
so the two first became one
then the one became two
becoming the flow of living light
we witnessed the refrains renew
lucid dreaming or meditation
we can give this trance any name
here we are now back again
but we are no longer the same
There will be catastrophic damages to our
great nation, if we elect the Project 2025
conservative administration..
They plan to holt all carbon emission goals and
return to drilling oil and gas and coals..
Begin the largest mass deportation.
Eliminate the Department of Education.
Adopt the biblical definition for marriage: a man,
and a woman and a baby carriage..
Those Justices who Roe vs Wade did kill, now
plan to ban the abortion pill.
Aiming at the "awoke agenda", to end equality
and inclusion, the message they render..
Planning to criminalize p.o.r.n., which has been
around way before most of us were born..
Repay there big donors that had their backs by
heavily reducing their corporate tax..
Ending the three branches of gov., a long standing
tradition, by placing the Department of Justice
under the Executive position.
All government employees will have no job protections,
the end of our Republic, a very sad projection..
Keep your hollow disposition,
Slave away to false ambition.
I’ve no time for wont contrition,
I shall thrive without permission.
Save my spot in death’s perdition,
Hellfire knows no inhibition.
Hear this haunting premonition:
“Time will seek our demolition.”
I give faith its due position.
Still, I hold one opposition:
Man is bound by sin’s condition.
Hence, I rest in my suspicion.
Balanced minds breed erudition,
Naïve hearts fuel pride’s emission.
Here I thrive without permission,
There you die in fool’s submission.
The Meaning of Life
There is a
Simple
Tragedy
To Everything.
And a
Beautiful
Sadness
to
It All.
That's How
Blissful
Ignorance
Can Be.
A Brush Stroke,
A Pixel,
An Emission of Light:
A Fancy
In Spite
Of the
Art.
-Gray Squirrel
05-16-2024
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