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As said by the wise ones, wisdom dwells
In contemplation; there we must seek her.
So it is with the musing mind; always seeking
To nourish itself with seeds of guiding wisdom:-
Thus, so it is and must always be when we feed
On thoughts of creation, us, heaven, hell, and earth;
What we think and hope for cannot be divorced
From time and place in ourstory and culture.
Our reality here is not of heaven but of earth’s hell
And our freedom and liberation must be viewed so.
Indeed, heaven is beyond time and space—beyond
Time and history—we are not.
We are fixed in a definite time, history, and culture
As earthy beings and cannot divorce ourselves from
These realities; for perception, rather than conception,
Is the human clue to all our real-life realities.
Liberation never has been nor should ever be allowed
To be a mere fusing concept—an ideology—rather, it is
And always has been, a well-strategized perceived process:
Fought for and won. Indeed, to be or not to be, it can never
Be a question of; on the contrary, it’s always an answered reality.
This life
Raised with absolute values, rules and regulations
Questioning them constantly, expecting to be killed for it.
I pretend to believe, for my own sake, when I am a child.
As an adult, question things in Sunday School, and feel wrath of others.
Doublethink belief, I am a liberalism wanting liberty and equality.
Whereas capitalization and socialization is impressed upon me with iron hands.
I wiggle out and escape, remembering that I rooted for the Indians
as a child in the sixties, feeling an empathy for them as every TV show
allowed the cowboys to dominate and rule.
My Next Life
I hope to take my New Age beliefs with me into my next life
Sure, I have incorporated a bit of Christianity, mostly the New Testament.
I hope to remember how to hypnotize myself, and to meditate.
It has served me almost better than prayers which are answered quickly.
I hope to incorporate my open-minded attitude, and my need to know.
Whatever comes will be up to my angels and spirit guides, of course.
They know the messages and knowledge I have learned in other lifetimes.
I hope to retain my imagination, and be allowed the childlike freedom to play.
As my breath flows, here and now
I plan to dabble in life with a toe full of chocolate.
A heart full of mirth, which is not directed toward others.
But rather full of hope and optimism that this might be one of my last incarnations
For I think the ultimate goal is to give away my ego and my individuality
And become one with Godmind, encouraging and inspiring the ones who struggle
to maintain hope, inspiration, enthusiasm and confidence.
I cannot imagine any position more worthwhile.
I believe this is the quintessential goal and I look forward to it.
Written 12/27/2021
Contest: Doublethink Beliefs
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
If my muse chose to leave the comfy clouds
To give me a hand in toiling this land
Pray, I trust he would be one so bold,
So ferocious, yet, so tender at the same time!
With the world he would battle
So as to have me smiling at all times
While to my heart he would have submitted
Fearing neither the loss of his ego nor that of his might!
Yes, if my muse chose to be human,
He would make sure that to him solely I remain attracted
While keeping, around him, an air of solid authority
One which would give the world the impression that I merely obey!
When instead, I become the one to rule, with my feminine gait
My creative tempo and my hidden world
To him I would have unveiled my soul, fearing naught
For, after all, my muse already knows me inside out!
Pray, together, we would have walked on forbidden paths
When the sun would have dozed off and we would have attempted
To build a ladder so high, that climbing it would have allowed us both
To reach the comfy clouds, the glowing moon and the realm of dreams!
If my muse were here, on Earth, pray, he would have me enlaced
At all times, in between the arms of his love
Caring solely to glorify me and my load of imperfections
So that, to be allowed to glance at the depth of his eyes each night
I would have made it a must to beg Death to allow us an eternity to love!
I know that when we gave this new life a start
We never, either one, wanted to involve the heart.
As we are both so clearly damaged
Neither one somehow has life managed.
And no we have yet to meet face to face
We still have our very own special place.
Through your words you so eloquently spoken
You have started repairing my heart that is broken.
Though we will meet some day
I know we will somehow find a way.
It is imperative for you to see in my eyes
That my feelings and words are not lies.
You have seen the darkness in my soul that resides.
Yet you alone still wish to remain standing at my side.
Your complete submission to me
Has truly and finally set me free.
You want to be my pet and slave
A little pain from me is what you crave.
One day I will place upon your neck my collar
And on that day you will be allowed to holler.
I say thank you to my loving pet.
Our course has now been set.
For this unusual love of ours
Is easing and erasing all our scars.
Courage and strength are just a few gifts you have given unto me.
There is yet one more precious gift that you have allowed me to see.
That is the inner beauty I have within.
Come, our unusual love does begin.
I come here in goodwill;
you will not harm or imprison me.
I am a brother in your God’s eyes
and here to aid with your guidance.
You are beings on a quest
for eternity’s elixir;
souls seeking sustenance
from your creator.
Too swift to act on your own ideas;
you do too much harm rather than good to yourselves.
You harm all life, including your Mother, Gaia;
you are killing her.
In doing so, you exterminate yourselves;
I am here to assist you, preventing such an end.
We are what you call, Angels;
you will listen to what I say.
Continuing on your present path,
you will brown dwarf your home.
Those of you, who destroy for profit,
believe you can move to another planet...you cannot!
Such destructive entities,
will not be allowed to destroy everything.
Once I finish here, you will have your choice;
continue on the same path to doom or follow my advice.
Eternity belongs to those souls
who magnify others and those others include...
your Mother and her siblings.
Harm them and you’re the equivalent of,
a malfunctioning computer to be permanently,
shut down.
I am Michael, the Archangel.
As a rule we've lived with laws, some are
Part of ' the fabric' of the globe i'm quite sure.' Things like biological immunitys (gain over time) exposure to bacteria has
Worked really fine.' Developed on a framework of farming, not least foraging
In field and forest, and fighting men and
Beasts..Sometimes death occured following septic events, yet with rudimentary medicne, as humanity we beat most of these moments.' Though
Many lived in tents.' Our chickens always
Scratched the earth, and lived well on veg
Waste.' We brushed against bush and brambles, and wild produce we'd taste all
This produced a very 'hardy strain' that even beat the plauges, that hit us once and again.' The convieniance of piped water, helped even more.' By the 1950s
Our immunity was strong and sure.' Enter
2020..And we were told we needed laws.?
Laws to keep us from mingling, laws to
Lock us away.' There could be no going in
The sunshine, no singing, and definatley we (would not be allowed to pray.?) In the
Body 'or a church if you are not sure?' and
It seems to still be a thing in the U K for
Sure.. Though some wish to pray and to
Save others lives..That was only the perogative.' Of world pharma..Are my maths about right.? The same agents that
Supply drugs to (many clinics) and after
Wars..They are raking the billions, in its
Almost condoned by some type of law.'
Now to all who are confused.? I say one
Thing to you..If you Don't beleive the
Evidence..Then scientifically stay in theLat
Concocted W H O..DID WHAT STEW.!
The Goddess willed me you, surely
But I am sure that,
What she mused,
Was a pure and loyal bond!
Since you made your choice clear,
I'll take it that life is just a lesson
And our results from living it
Would determine our exit points!
I shall focus on pleasing the skies
And I shall live for my death
While praying to the same Goddess
To will to me as she wills it to be!
After all, if you refused to hold my hand,
Somehow, I shall not be blamed
Someday
When the lights of death
Shall take me back there
Where our story started!
Our tale has met with its end
I shall not fight it
Rather, I shall revolve upon it
As our world herself does
Upon her own meaningless existence!
Life is a lesson
And Death shall be my final graduation
I shall have to keep learning
So that I meet with fair enough results
As to be allowed Excellence!
I am sure the Goddess will understand
Of this plight of mine
Saving my soul remains my sole aim
As for you
I pray
You get some enlightenment too
If not
Then maybe those powers ruling
Over the Goddess
Placed a bug somewhere
For reasons known to themselves!
And in my lesson,
I have just reached the last page
Of a chapter
A new one will have to offered to me
One tainted with the
Beauty of life's canvas
As
In between the lines of my curricula
There has to be room for appreciation!
Gravity is a cage, welded by God.
To confine greed and selfish curiosities.
To restrain this plague called us.
This lonely orb should be allowed to colonize.
Ingest life from deep space eyes.
Follow a rainbow to its end.
Bend time around our wishes.
Sleep in the seams of space.
Offer a rosary to an alien race...
and pray their hearts are different from ours.
The skull suffocates the brain.
Keeps us from knowing our truest destiny.
The brain should be allowed to drift about
like a great red storm cloud.
Sniffing God out.
Travel at the speed of mind.
Ingest today and times gone by.
Feed all there is to feed.
See all there is to see.
We have all had to start somewhere
picking up your pen by your hand
putting down on paper as the mind speaks
hoping to achieve something real grand
At first others may think you don't have it
but persevere on in yourself believe
for one day your efforts will bear fruit
at the right moment the seed will conceive
You may have your ups and downs
but ink won't stay forever dry
shake it blow it even spill it
for it must never be allowed to die
Believe in the gift you've been given
stand up and don't let the pen slip
remember it's your personnel ink writer
make sure you hold it's grip
Inspiration will surely come to you
keep the candle lighted all aglow
watch your hand move on the paper
so the ink will for ever flow
(this is based on the following quote:
'Inspiration is like the air, it always free! but deadly expensive when you breathless, if you know what I mean . Someone somewhere could be in stressed, holding their pen hopeless. Will you be the light in the dark?')
Prisoner
Please do not look at me
Do not wipe away my tears
I am so pathetic
Tied and chained
Held as a pet by man
But, I am not a pet
I am a father
Two kids and a mate
Now, they are just a memory
Living in a forest so far away
We climbed and swung together
Ran across the jungle floor
We are always together
We were always a family
I was born to live free
In the world where God placed me
Others are still being trapped
Sold and traded as pets
Slaves to men who really don’t care
Tortured and chained for amusement
Someday someone will learn
They will free us
We will be allowed once again
To live, play and raise our young
The way we were meant to