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The DOITThe DOIT
a concept long ago
replaced by the flag
of a manifest destiny
built up by the thought structures
we find ourself today in
the current mindstate of the Ego
and the flagship of Consumerica
& His ideals.
Our story takes place Democracity,
the capital of and paradise for
yet it is the battle field
for the emergent culture
where a new and unspoken manifest destiny
The flag of multinationals
is not honored by them
even though mainstream hagiographic reporters
venerate it and the DOW in their unquestioning.
Unpublicized crime is stricken from records or
has simply made no notice
censored by distraction
to a culture hungry for its cues.
Buy and buy into -that's all that matters
for the selves that cannot differentiate
life from fear.
The Fire Flyi watch the world often in my dreams
tonight i am some sort of butterfly winged fairy
sitting on a ledge in a far away paradise
holding my knees, pressing them close to my heart
i mourn for all the loss, all the ignorance, all the pain
that i see across the sea and horizon
of my old home
but i am something different now, this new being
and somewhere else, this beautiful place
i felt helpless at first
as if all i could do was watch
as my old world burned before me
and i was helpless
that is, until I realized I was not
i was still the same, and perhaps more equipped to help
so i went back in, into the fire i saw ahead
to offer whatever i had and whatever i could
The Intention of Raver JI am a teacher. I could end it there but I will elaborate.
There is a quote from Marianne Williamson, it says "A miracle is a shift in perception from fear to love". We often think of a miracle as a one time event but a shift in perception can sometimes take longer. It can be that a one time event takes you to a place in your consciousness (being or mind) where you decide to search for information that sends you then on a path to further realization and thus elicit a "miracle" by the definition of Ms. Williamson. So a miracle, is not the finish point, but the beginning point. It can be the catalyst event that sends you on a journey of a new reality you experience because your perception has shifted. I can attest to this fully.
I had a spiritual experience at a rave. I would say that it was the first one that probably got me hooked -and so I kept going. I was introduced to this culture through a group of new friends who later became my core crew
A few of my favorite thingsLove
light and peace
star feathers and dreams
these are a few of my fav-or-ite things
My Ethereal Tightropei walk an ethereal tight rope
balancing between blackness and clouds
i lose my step
and fall into both.
the bottom of the blackness feels like a dark cave.
through my darkness
i see myself on the other side
in blissful free fall.
i am separated as if by a pane of glass.
a falling sea star
through clouds of spectacular color
I am joy
rushing unceasing unending feeling
pure, misty dissolution
in the dark, I wish to be that joy,
my palms pressed against the glass,
but I am just a witness to it.
split i turn around,
leaning against my wall
i slip down slowly
embracing my knees-
I know i am alone
i am not sad …
and i am not afraid …
i just don't know why i'm here…
a small vibration
inside my heart-
i take a deep breath,
and walk into my darkness.
Amrita Awakeningstill and silent in the purple silken night
the city smiled in twinkling lights
making night clouds still glow white
i sat before my pool, i knew not really why
with a crystal in my hand
still and asking, i looked to the sky
no answer -i close my eyes
and go deep within
tapping into the darkness inside my skin
so much pressure, my forehead tense
i push against dark walls hoping to make them...
but pushing doesn't make your shadow friend
i realize that -
relax and breathe, sink deep, be sweet
the night became more silent
sound dropped out all around
high quality, empty, profound.
a piercing quiet
an acoustic knowing...
i let go of my fear-
a thought emerged
it was so clear.
my being felt the crystal's plea.
and I knew now what to do.
i let it's knowing enter me.
it shot me with energy
a rising heat-
amrita rushed between my knees
hot and reaching for my heart
i fall face first into my pool (of new me)
mercurial –beautiful rainbow reality
held under by bliss, col
I wish youI wish you an eye to see the wonders,
A listening ear to understand the word.
I wish you courage to speak your mind,
The resolution to suffer without complaining.
I wish you to have an eye for a sad heart,
The desire to soothe the other’s pain.
I wish you the light that illuminates your life,
The friend who follows you until the end of the world.
I wish you thoughts that make you feel happy,
The perseverance to swim against the current.
I wish you the insight not to pick a fight,
The wisdom to laugh also about yourself.
I wish you the patience to understand the pain,
Steadiness not to doubt in yourself.
I wish you the greatness to forgive the enemy,
The power to raise your voice against injustice.
I wish you a heart that beats only for you,
The helper that voluntarily carries your burden.
I wish you the courage to keep your word,
The strength to avoid trouble and disputes.
I wish you the joy of benevolent giving,
At all times the question for the purpose of life.
I wish you alway
The Angel who can't flyShe doesn't know how to live
without the constant fight to keep her head over water
The struggle is her Safeheaven
An Eden which
her fragile feet.
She can't touch without scarring
Still she yearns for a place to belong
an Utopia for angels
But her wings are to heavy to fly
when she spreads them she can
Passing of the AngelsEverything remembered was fuel for the sparkling machine,
like the boy whose hand he held underneath the sky of India.
His pudgy grasp promised great cities, country lanes
and crowds of smiling faces.
Cupping the flower of the world inside his palm,
he breathed whispers of plans and hopes—
when the boy became a man, he made them all come true.
Ten thousand miles of ground passed under a mentor’s feet;
no dogma or ideology ever took the place of simple words:
I’ll take another step.”
There was an old river-man who had one wish:
“Please come ride my boat with me.”
So they sailed down the Minakami,
eating flavored rice balls the old man’s wife had made.
Prayer is not for asking, but for telling:
You say, “By God, there is no other option.”
The gears of the Earth move when such a sound is made.
And the machine we ride isn’t cold or hard or mindless;
it’s made of Christmas Eve and Halloween candy
and little Gold
A Dying old WomanHer skeletal remains left imprinted on the bed
bodily fluids of plasmatic yellow sugar cane
had stained through the sheets and into the frame
the vast wealth of her knowledge had been lost with age
the visage of shaking muscle tissue over bones wrapped in too much skin
was the only image imprinted on the land lord who came
he came and he knocked
and his nose hairs burned with the stench of what had remained
nothing left but empty veins
wire hair and bones saturated in dark decaying flesh
under the hot sun of a long summer day
her fingernails looked like wood chips burrowing from under the skin
her sunken yellow eyes glazed over life and sin
and anguish held from so deep inside...
it all seemed very innocent
until the grandchildren no longer came
until the siblings squabbed amongst themselves
as to who was responsible with what had remained
now there is nothing left to say
nothing left for the casket to lay open for all to see
because after the math what was left was a pile of old bones
MultiverseClinging desperately to reality the unknowable knows the gravity of what we do not see or perceive in this infinite sea of possibilities. Still grasping firm to discern as it yearns to learn to return to a time or place before being concerned with how to be reborn into a world it knows and is confirmed in and known in in turn. Entangled between fabrics of temporal mathematics and dogmatic moral fanatics in choral their horrible quarrel systematic in nature to cater their material god trapped static by a celestial equator in the erratic pre-protohistory of the arterial abroad of existence if not a mystery much greater, a fraud.
Only Within OurselvesIs it courage in the face of fear
Or fear in the face of courage
That compels men to desperate acts
Of self-serving ignorance
A means to an end
To fix the things that seem so incomplete
Until they are completely broken
To find answers to the questions
That stand unanswered and unknown
So that the mystery of life may remain
In the shadow of humanty's soul
Written on the hearts and minds
Of those who seek the secrets of heaven and earth
To avoid the fires of hell
As if the meaning of life could be
Written in a book
Painted on a canvas
Performed on a stage
Sung in a song
Or bought in a store
Only within ourselves can we find ourselves
That is why when all other questions fade away
There is one that never loses its taste
When time becomes irrelevent
And all that's left is dust
"Who am I?"
"Who am I?"
Im a cirrus cloudThere are many clouds that live up in the sky
the most familiar ones are the puffy and stormy clouds
mostly everyone knows what they mean
since the clouds like to show their personality
i think people are like clouds
sometimes on how they act match a certain type of cloud
i got some cumulus and others as well
im not sure what i really am but i took a guess
im a cirrus cloud
that lives high up in the sky
small and not very seen
but they say they look kinda pretty
they look very nice up there
however told that snow might come down along the way
that could be me, if you mess with me ill whip up a snowstorm
but that is quite rare, since im not seen much
because so, ill just stay above there
and look around other people's clouds
maybe ill be seen by some people
and make some fellow clouds along the way
Room Full of Books
A room full of books is like a portal to other worlds
You can travel around the world without leaving the very page
You can go to anywhere your heart desires
A champion's tale.Another step down the road.
Another fight to win.
Another story that was written.
And I wouldn't have wanted to be with anyone else
The legend of the Champion.
The legend of the team.
That is why we are who we are.
We are helped by our friends.
Led to a new level of achievement.
That is how it works.
Life may lead to battles,
But I am safe with my friends.
I have learned with them,
And it allows a great way to live
Touching Hopethe sea roars
our oil rig rave
we dance between oceans,
primordial and cosmic;
both taunting us.
dance harder -
pour more sweat and soul
into those dreams
into those visions
into your future
made in love and protest.
instigated by lasers
i am shot into the sky
trance-ported by an electric eruption
i linger lightly in atmospheric suspension
connected to galactic essence and
a web of patterned light beams
i see my fellow ravers dance below me,
as my head is a geyser of light
kaskading falling surrounding creating
a vortex illuminating our party;
illuminating our deed.
what is this? …
as i hover in the sound field of manifestation-
ah! my hard work tonight has paid off.
i am touching hope.
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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