Devas in a Haunted World

"Devas in a Haunted World"

come forward all,
gather around
my sweet Devas,
all elemental and
nature spirits 
Devic borne



You,
the Becoming -



owls black-eyed,
the messengers,
present wisdom shocking
to you, spirits unseen
now disclosing
uneasy epiphanies



they the watchers,
always watching



greet you on your
inbound journeys
they mind speak to you
through third eye
they walk through 
all your walls
granting immunity




like spectral phantoms
the size of sweet small children,
grey skinned age’d gnomes
older than eternity – The Fey,
They -
never speak with moving lips




standing firm
in front lines
protecting
some strange
other -
Being




velvet Devic paws
trace the tears smiling
soft upon the gentle
people effaced
inside you all
the lionheart still, 
roars



those who
now clearly hear
The Legend
moving ever closer
clearly hear the call



reigning stars upon you
reverence arrives
glistening gold
on pregnant clouds
full and bursting forth



the mysterious Bounty 
hovers like a hornet,
there is a fear 
to being reborn,
always when unknown,
a new life erupts
from its once hidden
hard found central core



for many
The No Go Zone
whispers latent
otherworldly, this
labyrinthine kingdom
in you all, marked by 3



the event that
delivers you all
from evil
the small death ecstatic
that rapturously guides you
Home



enveloped
by choirs
of heart piercing
armoured legions
never before seen



you watch
hiding
entranced as if in
the lost state of dream
from your caverns’ entrance -



ears bleeding a sorrow heard
from the pure love singing
large light wings, outstretched
six winged, repeating
The Word’s word



giant Seraphim
7 princes
stand beside
that which
Kingly sits
surveying all



guards of honour
strange alabaster and gold
pyramids, flotillas surround
the state of 
Being,
too many to count, like
talismans, those which
Horus wore
as if he never left



there seated
on royal platform
commanding countenance
holding ankh key
turning slowly
the regal sceptre
engaging conductor


directing
unearthly armadas 
casting lightening bolts


the 5th level gifted
to lower worlds
Heaven on Earth
transcendental
descends
to underworld
mortals




the earthquake sound
cracks the sky
cat’o’nine tails
marks its body 
with reconnaisance orbs
pods, like swarms of glowing
blue morphing butterflies
dancing in the electric veined sky



becalming hurricane winds
trumpets announce 
the Hawk-eyed Falcon King
in the now death-stilled sky,
platform slowly rotating 360
ominously magesterial
it suddenly halts
He strikes his sceptre once,
it's echoe loud and ethereal


the Hummingbirds
sharp-beaked sitting
in cups and saucers
arrive flying down through
transparent lie-lowing clouds
into the underworld



tandem sentries
scouting brimstone
gliders without fear
havoc rousting ghost particles
on oscillating light beams



there are
no
sharp teeth
there are
no
scorpion tails



but some form
of majesty unheard of
arrives branding mortals
with rapturous dust DMT
flashes before the eyes
shiny gods and monsters
shuffling goblins 
holding baby 
circus clowns 
in black suits 
and frowns 
hallucinatory


feeding all
unconditionally
in the aftermath
its medicinal love like
Manuka soothes 



anointing all
in the brightest sunlight,
fed again like Samson’s
riddle to the Philistines,
honey from the Lion’s rib
caged, to become again



something
much 
stronger



Lyrans moonlit and majestic
roar life into strange
evolving warriors
lifting chins no longer
lowered in shame



they replace the straight lines
in this foreign world
where smiles sewed tight
lost in books of judgement
and imprisoned chapters



turn to curves
joyously through
your delerium
you are catching onto
the word -
Unite



what was buried in context
deciphers what was lost
in forgotten chapters
read briefly too long ago
in walking slumber salad days



soulful memories
ascend swiftly returning
prophecies read so many times
misunderstood, neglected, forsook
miss-told meanings 
in redundant ancient book



All Devas,
now reborn return
there is no running
nowhere to turn
the furrowed Winter
arrives too soon



frowns of mercy
Meerkat leylines fraught
the only marks
upon your foreheads
upon your faces



confronting you
loudly it states
a profundity
empirical or method scientific
you have freedom to choose
to believe
your own reality



what is really
walking with you
talking to you
in your dreams
another you?
in another dream?



stealthily arrive
the other Devic
the strange ones



commanding
the Ptolemy
in you all
star gazing from the
past to present
future



questioning
fictitious flummeries
from ridiculous reality
conjecture
bread like body
wobbling manna now
melting Jell-O
on all your tongues



placed to speak
a new language
with your mind
not with your lips
you learn to unlearn
what you were first taught



The other Devas,
from the other world
emissaries from the
higher realms, through Star Gate
emerging regiments,
march closer to you all now



they will choose
time and place
of the great merging
from their encampment
invisible to underworld 
mortals, 

they are the 
supreme master immortals
in their field room
in the ever present
unassuming clouds



another time
was Armageddon
ostentatious waves
its brief dispatch
alarmingly entered
your imprisoned minds



stamping tragedy
into all your stoic
blood thirsty stories
those, of religious wars
and battled glory



beliefs now
are challenged
for the lies stretched
in tomes you so zealously
followed; within you,
the naivety seen



by the hidden shadows
you created
monsters unseen
weigh the ignorant dark,
the unworthiness
in you all,
you called it all in,
beckoning redemption



confessionals
over crowded
hearken last minute calls
in you all,
before you rise -



within you,
first,
all you once believed
is broken, you then fall
to be amended amenable



Magick
you’ve never seen
but thought you understood
possesses your hearts
no sensible rhyme or reason



hourglass turned
upside down,



New Devas
all fresh and green
begin to believe nature
in its innocent purity
never gives up
the ghost
now you find it worth
your respect to worship
to save, all too late



in your holy space,
what need now
for false Pontiffs
their lies uncovered
implicitly acknowledged,
truth of it all sorely understood



purple and red cardinals
pretentiously royal
chirping graceless graces
try to save face
with all their
little children



the sheep
still flock around them
wool tarnished and oily
wide webs and poisonous spiders
caught in their own firewalls



Come
all beautiful
fearless Devas
courage to bear witness,
calls poets not priests forward
to re-write their defeats
with true romance



come gather around
you sweet and true Devas,
your new illuminated
Devic kingdom entreats,
the truest believers



hypnotises, entrances
bathing you
in divine colours



beckons all you
bluest blue sky believers
your light life flows
with and through us
forever and ever



as if
You
were pure as nature
you the racing rivers
newly alive, abundant
providers in the 
Water of Life, flow



Latin sedes planted
in a holy See
their true goodness like
finding a grain of sand
in a sea of mud, all drowned



host tided over,
now tarred and feathered
sent off for rose crux Requiems
in their bless’ed
white smoking black hearses



The Sun
watches over all



Blue Sky
Eye of Horus
The God Seat
warms all
who withstand
the darkest dark night’s storm



walking hand in hand
now,
holy ghosts all



placing bare feet
in the higher vibrating
Devas’ footsteps
hear the mysterious
epiphanies waking
climbing ladders
to your 7th level dreams



coded imprint
like DNA
decoding truth from lies
before your eyes
ultra violet skies
burst to reign
alongside new allies



The Devic Kingdom
resides in you again



Swaying,
The Trees
sing you in,
they call you
out by name



All the forests
in you breathe,
they say,
I Am
the oxygen
you need
to breathe to live,
again



where
true sovereign walks,
Tree of Life
breathes its life
back into you, again
you say,



I Am -
alive



as above
so below



your true nature birthed
as if new born clear-eyed
after this, the greatest storm
lifts you, angels and
Devic elementals towards
The All, 
you all
glowing like 
lightbulbs



in that place
where innocence rises
to conquer the small gods,
buried deep underground
in your ridiculous religious wars



the truest Devas
in you all, climb upwards
growing like rampant ivy
you cover and break through walls
there you are kissed by strange myths



face-to-face
eyes mirror
the reflection
of your
new worlds
where



Love never loses
Love never hurts
Love never sleeps



it never ceases



You are bee stung alive
now into another form,
into your other beautiful worlds,
honey speaks to hungry hearts
feeding the true being inside you



through mindful mouths
the true being in you
finally speaks



through rite of passage
opening the door
between
heart and mind,
empathetic, both felt -
it sticks



Dream time arrives fast
days of darkness snuffed
candles bees wax
rolled and blessed
cotton wick burns
evanescence



curtains drawn
3 days
closed
on the demons
in you all



residing



in a haunted Mother
in a haunted world



Devic saved,
waiting for the fall



(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)




After the Great Storm /Ane Brun
https://youtu.be/k0i98x1rvBU

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