735.
Exaltation to Mary:
Queen of Patriarchs
To God be the glory
For enthroning you, Mama Mary
As Queen of Patriarchs – Queen of Heavenly Host
Among all queens & patriarchs – you are the foremost
You are the Most Blessed Queen
The Queen of queens, the Queen of Patriarchs, free of sin
The patriarchs in heaven bow down to you, oh Queen Mary
Oh Heavenly Queen, to you also glory be.
Amen.
-11/05/2019
(Dumarao)
*Exaltation to Mary as Queen of Heavenly Host
Phosphorescent planetary
paths petrify prematurely,
Profoundly powerful
photospheres perish
pathetically,
Prominences polarize,
Propagating parabolic
phantom - shadows,
Preterite plasma - bursts
petrify periodically,
Precipitating permanent,
pitch - black primordial -
gloom,
Prototypical pulsars
paradoxically portend post-
stellar doom,
Profound planetary
patriarchs perish perpetually.
(And Jacob came to Shalem, a city of Shechem, which is in the land of Canaan, when he came from Padanaram; and pitched his tent before the city.) Genesis 33: 18.
Who is Jacob?
Jacob is son of Isaac; brother of Esau; father of the twelve patriarchs of Israel.
Land of Canaan means Palestine which belongs to Canaanites not Israelites. So clear in Torah.
Palestinians
Real owner of that land
Jacob came to them.
As the Sword lies await in Stone
and Death is Conquered, Alas The Way comes Forth
and the Soul is Reborn and Reborn and Reborn
until the Day of Reckoning, How Sweet Is This Forge
and by the Blade, Subdues the Evil One
All Victorious, All Triumphant, All Return To The Sun
and The Great Seal Erupts, Let Thy New Age Commence Nigh
and Heaven Descends to Reclaim it's Light,
through Fields of Battle where Souls are Wrought
we claim our Victory, for Heavens Calvary is Unbought
and the Nations Tremble, for here come the Saints and Cavaliers
through the Upheavals, a New Jerusalem, a New Israel, a New Shield
Justice is Divine, No Staff Too Just
and The Great Patriarchs of Old Ascend from Dust,
and The Church Trembles, what was lost is Yet Again Reclaimed
these Swords of Heraldry Vanquish these Miseries, and Abraham is Uncaged
and by The Pillars Of Salvation, We are Set Free
and The Blade Of Science Claims it's Victory
Here I stand
Amidst the Crossroads of Life
Abandoned, Worldly Pleasures behind me, Forsaken Crimson Wasteland
Here I Am
Pouring Libations to the Oracle of Truth
Selfish Desires Beyond Me, Rites of the Sacrificial Lamb
Messenger of the Crossroads, I Prostrate Before Thee
Time as a ever Rolling Stream, A Speckled Phantasmagoria
I look forward as my Faith is Sealed, The Shaman's Stone Revealed My Destiny
On my Right
Kindred Patriarchs Hold my Hand
Designate Strength to Avoid Dismay for Eternity
Fortify Me With Sturdy Ideals, May I Stand Upright
On my Left
Nurturing Matriarchs, Soothed, Comforted and Healed
Suckled And Secured, I Yield, Restored am I, Divine Spirit of Purity
Here I Stand Before the Thinning Veil, Maiden of Unbounded Weft.
Baruch atah, Adonai
Eloheinu, Melech haolam,
asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav
v’tsivanu l’hadlik ner
shel Hanukkah.
Praised are You, Lord
our God, Ruler of the universe,
who made us holy through Your commandments
and commanded us to kindle
the Chanukah lights.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Praise You Jesus, Lord at thy birth,
Son of God, Love's Pure Light,*
Whose greatest Commandment is to Love,
and Whom John testified is
the Light of the world.**
Blessed are you, Mary,
Queen of our hearts, Mother of Israel's Hope,***
who blessed us with your Son to help us be holy,
allowing your home to become like a menorah centered in
Jesus, the Shamash.
Blessed are you, Joseph,
Light of the patriarchs, Foster-father of Jesus,
who taught Jesus (the Son of God!) how to pray,
and who with the Holy Family did kindle
the Chanukah lights.
Blessed are you -- yes you!
A child of God our Father, you are loved!
Contemplate the miracle of Chanukah with the Holy Family,
and Jesus our Shamash kindling in your heart
the Light of the world.
(*Silent Night lyrics
**John 1
***Mother Miriam of the Lamb of God's religious order's title)
abc
the early days when everyone was alive
def
the beats of the hearts that coloured my world with purity
ghi
the candid memories made when All Vibes Are Positive
jkl
the perfect feeling of all seasons when joy was the ultimate trip of the day
mno
the way the earth smiled when the matriarchs were still around
pqr
the way the world felt complete when the patriarchs were doing their job right
stu
the laid back feeling of a full saturday that was so activitous
vwx
the smile of the endless freefall in a little kid's mind
yz
wondering where the now long since lost pieces went to the perfect puzzle
Octaves of robustly vibrant light
we hear
and see energy's synergy
co-gravitating
Multiculturally co-arising light and power
polyculturally dipolar
insight with resonant energy sounds
PolyEarTheism
sacred integrity's healthy wealth
enlightening octaves of potential
Fractally eco/theo-logically win/win
within
Mirroring exterior ego/eco-logical
both/and appositional
double-binary octaves
of symbiotic integrity
Climaxing healthy wealth
internal cultures of octave listening power
and external climates
of bilaterally speaking healthy light
shedding stressed shade
in unsafe dark disappointment
Even odd Desolation Wilderness
can burn
from overheated capitalism
supported disproportionately
by Straight White Western-Northern
MonoTheistic Patriarchs
Our mature
adult women
internationally redeveloping indigenous wisdom
Rediscover
uncover revolutionary revelation
All giving birth
empowering
our same integral
enlightening
Whole Open Systemic
cooperative
Revisiting
sacred green minded,
red/blue-bicameral hearted
NonViolent PeaceWay.
We must dress
up ourselves
in patience and grace
when we look in
the rearview mirror
at our lives
how things used
to be…
We laugh with our friends
at the memories of
such and such, but
we must surrender
or fall apart to…
aging
In surrendering
we gain a true sense
of self and
an understanding as to
who we really are…
The frivolousness
of the past
lies behind us
in fond memories.
Onward march, we go
for there is much power in the
embodiment…
aging
ahead of us.
We must take our positions
as matriarchs and patriarchs
and as elders
because we have earned it
aging
They say wisdom comes with age
Every day above ground is a new lesson
We look up to the elderly & wise
The Whiteheads and the patriarchs
For answers to things we don't understand
If man are really this sapient
i call upon the wise and the hoary ones
For i have a question that troubles me
Can Somebody please tell me
...what happens when we die?
Some say we become angels & fly high
A place of no pain & no cry
With our fallen kins we shall reunite
All the pain gone & forgotten
Better dead than alive!
So should we all embrace death?
My chief says we become spirits
A semi-God status we assume
Our children shall worship us
And we shall bless em accordingly
What if we die with nothing
What shall we give to our children when they ask?
My uncle believes life is a journey
And Death...the destination!
Every man is obliged to walk the journey:
Yet No one is eager to reach the final stop
Sadly, eventually we all hit the hole
And that's just the end!
Is life really this empty?
After all my question remains unanswered!
Too much speculation...too much fantasy!
Can somebody please just tell me:
What really happens when we die???
Entrusted with divine oracles
reverberating with “Thus saith the Lord”
of wondrous historical chronicles
proclaimed as “Thy Word”...
you documented sovereign miracles
on scrolls, through frayed, cannot be vanquished by evil sword.
Hence, you are honoured with your diligence
along heavenly vision-iridescence
to publish the Creator’s statements
not using any pen, but crude scribbling implements.
Inditing* blessed Scriptures
you are ancient writers of spiritual calling
endowed with wisdom of grandfathers' scribe-features
exposing Genesis patriarchs in their faith fulfilling
never under desk lamp but upon the Holy Ghost’s illumining ventures
assured by God’s power, never failing.
Thus, your devotion is commended indeed
by what you’ve done, many souls have been freed
reached with the Almighty’s love and grace
blessed while reading His living Book with trust and praise.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
July 9, 2020
In hindsight
I suspect my dad silently hoped,
secretly conceived,
vicariously needed his dream
I would become a multi-talented musician.
He said, No.
behind my mother's gentle apron
strings of soft-voiced disappointment,
but also hidden within unspoken fear
of Catholic influence
when I was invited to join
The Vienna Boy's Choir.
I was too young.
I would be missed--the farm was an absorbing enterprise.
I wasn't ready.
They weren't ready, yet,
to let go.
But, then offers of guitar
and piano
and trombone lessons,
and choir
and worship music leader
soon followed,
as if from straight white watered
washed
and lied patriots
blessed by prize-giving patriarchs
who listened barely long enough
to hear I was marketably good
as an entertainer,
a professional,
not just another deep soul singer
or deeply soiled male dancer.
#4
Luke .16:19-31
‘’Royal’’ Dives revelled while
At his gate sick Pious lay,
Rabid dogs cared for Pious wounds.
Till illness had its way,
He rejoiced with Saints he cheered.
Dives still; with thoughts for none,
Torah rejecting, digging a hole
He died. The ground his body held.
Their ways reversed he felt the heat.
Relationships widened still.
A chasm yawned, ‘Pious’ he called out but,
He sensed the pain but couldn’t help.
Dives carelessness behind,
His kin He hoped to notify;
What hope could be received?
If ‘’One risen from the dead’’ did not
Impress.’’ for those who won’t believe.
Which termini to leave? Which way to go?
Paradise or Hades, money, possessions!
If they won’t hear or know the truth,
Hear & read the patriarchs & prophecies,
And those you know can fill some space,
Just choose which way to go,
To continue in the race.
Saint Augustine.
“The New is in the Old concealed;
the Old is in the New revealed.”
He was a herder of many sheep.
Often he whipped his tongue and spared the rod.
He lived for the Lord, for the harvest to reap.
With all his heart and soul, he loved his God.
What words can suffice to send off a soul?
A soul of a priest, a servant of He
Who by words so sacred, words that extol,
He descends from on high for you me.
Gladly he sat in the person of Christ,
Healing souls and forgiving our sins.
Offering what God had sacrificed,
Gaining grace for us to save our skins.
Now gone, he goes to join the patriarchs,
The saints on high. We'll miss you Father Marx
We are one people,
with one home,
and one flag."
D. J. Trump
Hmmm.
I was with him
right up to the last word,
where I so hoped,
without any realistic expectation,
he would say one "climate"
Waving many diversely colored
polyphonic and polycultural flags
on behalf of health for all species
and against pathology for any ecosystem.
Democrats support WinWin politics
for all polypathic flags
of Earth enhabiting cultures,
where nationalistic elitists,
Plutocrats and entitled patriarchs,
are blinded by their own short-sighted ego-centric flag waving
for secularized wealth,
dualistically devoid of double-boundaried sacred health.
National flags rise and fall,
and still Mother Earth expects an answer
to which one climate we would have become
the fairest of and for us all.
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