colourful pansies giggled with rosy cheeks
so like them were you inviting
no innocent flower enticing into bower
wise woman with spell laden books
neatly lined, in an outfit so divine
and in a corner next to oil lamp
beckoned your goddess refined
alive in calling frame gilded solid
come into white linen where
serpentine I will attuned you mine
candles flamed in gentle desire
holy and mundane sweetly attired
scrolls from Lemuria and Atlantis
their musicality danced with breasts
circling black hat as your test
aah, witch, my beloved pitch I long
for that dim room of angelic song
trees peeping in eventide breeze
cedar essences in decanters to
please, blouse loose with ease
let your wand take me into clove light
chequered with autumn leaves so bright
will I but connect to protect white loaves
red-haired apricot mystic witch invites
nipples harden anticipating a short delight
[Honorable Mention: All Poetry Contest: Feb 26
In Atlantis,
we were not star-gazers—
we were time engineers.
The constellations were gates,
breathing frequencies
into the bones of man.
The stars are not above us,
I whispered to my students,
they are the memories within us.
To us,
the zodiac was not prediction,
but remembrance—
a wheel of origins
spinning in our veins.
Our Lemurian brothers
did not chart the heavens—
they felt them,
as sacred tones in the waters,
as songs trembling
in the heart’s tide.
We, the Atlanteans,
cut the skies with mind,
sharpened by precision,
hungry to master
what should only be served.
Aries—fire of the first incarnation.
Scorpio—the keeper of endings,
death and return.
Virgo—the servant
of divine design.
Aquarius—blueprint
of the cosmic mind.
But knowledge turned sword.
The wheel we built for healing
was stolen by the elites,
its power bent,
its harmony undone.
And so Atlantis fell,
and Lemuria drowned,
and the zodiac we once lived by
was scattered—
like broken stars
across the sea of forgetting.
Mother Earth vibrates, communicates, and is referred to as Eden, Gaia, Heaven, The Fifth Dimension, The Great and powerful Atlantis, and Lemuria.
Vibrating at higher frequencies and connecting to higher levels creates an uncanny, but exciting euphoria.
The Secret Universe unveils hidden esoteric spenders that the ordinary mortal never imagined.
Take the red pill, plunge into the rabbit hole, and immerse yourself in a matrix of life never fathomed.
Find within yourself the excellence of love wrapped in the compassion of a uniquely brilliant, flawless pearl.
When awakening to a higher dimension, compassion flows, and all potential is vast where wonders unfurl.
Do not render your energy to anger or fear, which indicates false evidence appearing real, leading to doubt and the path to the dark side.
Fear festers on failure, which leads to anger, hate, and suffering, so avoid people with anger tendencies and do not confide.
Lemuria
the lost continent
sunk beneath the Indian Ocean
like Atlantis
or was she Atlantis?
Helen Blavatsky used pseudoarcheology to incorporate her
into her mystical-religious doctrines
she claimed Lemurians were mystical
possessing powers of esp
able to communicate with extraterrestrials
her writings elevated the myth of Lemuria
an exaggeration of evidence
but proof of a brilliant imagination
a cornerstone of her philosophy of theosophy
Mother Gaia vibrates and is referred to as Eden, Earth, Heaven, The Fifth Dimension, Great Atlantis and Lemuria.
Vibrating at hire frequencies and connecting to hire levels creates an uncanny but exciting euphoria.
The Secret Universe unveils hidden esoteric spenders never yet imagined by the common mortal.
Take the red pill, plunge into the rabbit hole and immerse into a splendorous unconceivable portal.
Find there an excellent love wrapped with the compassion of a flawless pearl.
When awakening to a higher dimension, the compassion is tremendous, and the potential is vast where wonders unfurl.
Antediluvian shadow lost to time;
A republic ancient and true.
Sister Lemuria and brother Mu,
are ghosts of better times.
Triplets swim the tides and passing whales sigh,
as they pass through ancient remains.
Ghosts wave at orcan traffic and jaywalk through water-laden roads to scattered temple ruins.
They say that water collects and cleanses;
sunken lands are a coveted collectable.
While the, uneducated-educated, deny the past;
history travels the seas;
observes an unfolding future and shakes its head.
Mistakes continuously recycle themselves
when mortals are in control.
Atlantis knows that other continents
will join the collection;
it’s inevitable;
mortals can never leave well-enough alone.
The sphinx holds secrets,
meant to remain secret.
Ancient secrets, alchemy,
are not meant for uneducated minds.
Those ignorant of this ancient lifestyle,
must never know the secrets.
Modern minds are incapable of controlling,
modern technology;
ignorance and overconfidence,
can destroy universes;
such has been, too many times before.
Past civilizations,
on the road to techno-marvels,
self-destructed;
Atlantis, Mu, Lemuria, are among them…
cowering beneath Neptune’s waters.
Tthe human species,
pursues destruction,
more than anything else.
Sphinx is wise, to protect her vault.
When the species,
collectively realizes it’s own failings,
Sphinx will divulge the combination,
to unlock her vault.
Life's an adventure
When one's mind
Always ventures
Until they find
The bliss that
We all seem to miss
Yet, it has never
Always been like this
In the days of Lemuria
& Atlantis
When the magus
Resembled a mantis
Greek for prophet,
Or seer
Don't believe
The end is near
Always listen to
What your heart feels
& never what you hear
Since, that'll only induce fear
It's raining angel tears
From the clouds who
Rumble quite loud
Lightning shoots up
Into the darkness
Of the floating abyss
Yet, the sun remains
Above it all,
So, learn to fall;
Yearn to arise
So high,
You reach past the sky
As time passes by
& surpasses my need for glasses
Many have heard of a lost continent in the Atlantic
But there are some who believe there was one in the Pacific
Grab hold of time’s clock and switch it back 85 thousand years
Peer through history’s mist, legendary Lemuria appears
Their ancestry is thought to be Asian or Polynesian
Did this evolved culture build the stone heads on Easter Island
If they existed and how they vanished, we can't know for sure
For any artifacts are now lying on the ocean floor
Hostile natives of Atlantis have been blamed for their demise
It’s said religious Lemurians were attacked by surprise
A lesson can be learned, however, as history repeats
Many peaceful cultures have succumbed to militants’ defeats
Those who have spiritual inclinations don’t make weapons
And the death toll continues to rise well into the millions
Men who seek power are always seeking to control our Earth
But on Judgment Day our Lord will decide who has the most worth
near-death experiences enhanced psychic powers
hypnotic readings, memories dissolving when he woke
“Sleeping Prophet’s” two eyes fluttered to a close
spirit eye probing universal consciousness
Edgar Cayce credited with medical breakthroughs
deemed the “Father of Holistic Healing”
out-of-body journeys to afterlife realms
history uncovered, tapping into Akashic Records
astonishing accounts of every life born
fourteen-thousand other world journeys
Atlantis, Lemuria, lost civilizations
third-eye concepts know no time/space parameters
Note: Dedicated to Edgar Cayce (1877-1945)
*Entry for Rick’s “Spirit Eye” contest
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