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I took a Major Arcana Tarot card deck,
And put foretelling to the test.
The querent would be the Earth,
With a past, present and future spread for our mirth.
I guess I'm the 'King of Swords',
The proud significator;
Of reading the divine fortune,
For the children of the world's holy creator...
Reversed 'Justice' is drawn for the past,
It's for the balance of things as laws would grasp.
It seems as if nature's harmony has flawed,
Breaking the equilibrium of natural law.
'The Star' reversed is for the present,
Happiness replaced by an opposing malevolence.
If disenchantment is our foe,
We have to get into the know!
'The Emperor' is upright, for the future,
Perhaps this leader will provide the sutures;
An authority on good and what we need,
To heal the earth and stop the bleed.
I hope you believe what I hollered;
Please go to your purse, that will be five dollars.
5-September-2021
The way back is the way forward
Birth to death to resurrection—
A man that will impact everyone
Rest in the Chinese pages!
This fountain of discovery
Reveals the essence of this Man and
The Plan of the God who is Greater than All!
In the book of the Han dynasty
I look at the record on the 9th March 5 BC
I see the bright star as reflected in the Gospels
It signifies the beginning of a new era
The terror of sin would be washed away
Because of this Man living out God’s Plan
In the book Volume one, the Chronicles of Emperor Guang Wu
In the 7th year AD 31, I see the inscription,
“The sins of all the people are now on one man.
Pardon is proclaimed to all under heaven.”
As he hung on the Cross there was an,
“Eclipse on the day of Gui HAi from Heaven died”
The terror of sin would be washed away
Because of this Man who died on the Cross
Three days later He rose from the Grave
This is also recorded in the History of the Latter Han Annals No 18
This information has been stored in the Chinese writings for decades
The earth is the Lord’s and everyone in it and
God the Father allowed them to record the events of Jesus
Long before the disciples wrote the four Gospels
The way back is the way forward
Birth to death to resurrection—
A man that will impact everyone
Rest in the Chinese pages
This fountain of discovery
Reveals the essence of this Man and
The Plan of the God who is Greater than All!
Matthew 2:2, Luke 23: 44
An arrow pierced my beating heart
While deep in rapt repose;
Waking me from my memories
Of Milvian Bridge I suppose.
It struck straight in my aorta
Bludgeoning me to death;
Until I woke up sweetly praying
Underneath my dying breath.
I could hear the shouts of anguish
Desolation, mortal pain;
Brought upon us one and all
From our great king, Constantine.
Who came to fight Maxentious,
Roman Emperor of renown;
The lines were drawn and dies were cast:
Brave men were going down.
We forty thousand troops from Gaul
Headed straight away towards Rome;
And when we reached the River Tiber
A flaming cross was shown.
High up in the royal rafters where
The Savior rose from His grave,
Our king declared allegiance there
And Christianity was made.
While we fought like men and brothers
Bleeding buckets to the bones;
And when the fight was finally over
My thoughts returned to home.
All in my sweet slumber
While waking from this dream;
An arrow pierced my beating heart
Once again, or so it seems.
Raw emotions flowing through your veins.
Out of the trenches of rage,
an emperor was reborn.
And yet, you cannot seem to escape.
A lifetime of anger
sprouted from one moment.
Give yourself some grace,
your tears were never meant to decorate this sand.
If you can forgive, inner peace will be restored.
Once more, your throne will be forged anew.
Although we were meant to fight,
I ask for kindness in your heart tonight.
That broken mirror still reflects–
all these scattered shards.
Fractured, but still whole.
Just as the rising tides were.
This is no longer your home,
I’m sorry.
Some people found it quite galling when chicken little warned that the sky was falling. Was our government truly unaware, like goldilocks as she entered the home of the bears? The U.S. is now in the pandemic's throes, oh where is our "king's" pinnochio nose? Citizens now afraid to leave their homes, like Rapunzel in her tower, isolated, alone. While our president waffles pretending to be tough, acting like a troll in billy goat's gruff. Now widespread unemployment and famine in our land. The federal government seems to lack a viable plan.
In the three little pigs, as I recall, one piglet built his home of mostly straw. The wolf came and blew it down, leaving nothing at all. Another piglet worked hard, not seeking a "quick fix" and built his home of sturdy bricks. No matter how forcefully the wolf blew and tried, his home remained intact with this piglet inside.
I don't recall reading in the preamble that American lives should be a gamble? How many more will die, clearly nobody knows but one things for certain, our emperor has no clothes!!
Gaia, the favourite Empress of the Emperor Sun,
The true definition of beauty,
Elevated above all else, none other could compare,
She wore a crown that placed her beyond others,
Richer than all her compeers,
Only she had the power to give life,
So fertile that everything she touched prospered,
But she let this get to her head,
So she turned away from the Sun,
They say pride comes before a fall,
And surely she was, proud as a peacock,
So darkness befell her glorious face,
Plagues, famine, drought, and wildfires disfigured her skin,
And slowly, she began to lose her most prised possession,
The gift of life,
This brought her to her knees,
So she embarked on a journey, her very own Odyssey,
This was not a revolution,
This was a path to redemption,
This was the path of restoration,
So she prostrated herself with frustration,
She wept and begged for mercy, for forgiveness,
And the Sun heard her lamentations,
And she found favour in His eyes,
And it forever shall be remembered,
That the merciful King heard the cry of His beloved and answered.
I wonder how much,
if any, distance
we might uncover
between The Lone Warrior
surrounded by weary white YesMen,
and The Naked Emperor
surrounded by timid white YesMen.
Both Warriors and Emperors
long for those they serve
by ruling over,
by disempowering healthy democratic voices
of critical dissent,
to wake up to their personal
omnipotent
privileged vision
and sacred words,
their supremely authoritative
and defensively authoritarian
win/lose knowledge
That competition to serve as YesMen
YesWomen
YesChildren
is the only appropriate role
for weak serfs;
those with too humble
poverty of spirit
and degenerative win/win nature,=
integrity
responsibility
compassion
Rather than daring
to look into our own Lone Emperor
richly naked eyes
of narcissistic disappointment.
Like all of us,
all Naked Warriors ever healthy long for
is to be appreciated
and played with
by peers
of resonant
compassionate integrity
caring
health wealthing.
The nakedly lonely
Warrior Emperor
of win/lose capitalistic politics
is not what EarthTribe had in mind
as reborn worshipers
cast our famous ballots
for EarthMother's sacred
non-yeswoman birth
Back
back to enlightenment
of GrandMother Moon.
Gladiator
Chosen from slaves
Trained to fight
He was placed in an arena
A sword and shield his only defense
He fought and killed
Spilling the blood of a hundred onto the sand
His final match he fought bravely
Defeated the emperor spared his life
Never fighting again he was bound
Tied between two pillars of stone
Naked, he showed the scars of a thousand beatings
He learned so long ago how to live in pain
Whips with steel tipped leather ripped his skin
A morning ritual for the rich
Sand was ground into open wounds
Flies ate their fill from his flesh
He always stood mute
He never showed the pain or any feelings
Alas he tied a horrific death
Beaten so badly that knew one knew who he was
He was born a slave
He fought as a warrior
He became a hero
He ended up as a martyr
Dying at the hand of a tyrant
He never once talked
He never told anyone
He died with the secrets of the arena
Once again he was a hero
Even in death
He was a gladiator
I: Sheep
next door to 19 chimneys
and 'the dark satanic mills'
a flock of sheep is grazing
oblivious in the hills.
II: Other Animals
venezuelan poodle moths
sea pigs, star-nosed moles
mata matas, sugar gliders
shoats and water voles.
aye-ayes, dik-diks, wobbegongs
chicken turtles, loons
shoebills, snipes and yeti crabs
and cozumel raccoons.
pink fairy armadillos
bilbys, 52-hertz whales
the red-lipped batfish, panda ants
and emperor helmet snails.
the pleasing fungus beetles, thrips
hellbenders, great potoos
lilac breasted rollers, bongos
glass frogs, kinkajous.
the rare long-wattled umbrellabirds
chubs and munchkin cats
satanic leaf-tailed geckos, shads
gars, nits and fancy rats.