In Death there is Life

In Death there is Life

Lifetime built against the strains

gathers in determined eyes

gaze across the open plains

where adjuration lives or dies.

Deep within a nagging guilt

while grounds rumble under him

he, this fortress, all he built

faced mortality, life and limb.

All events pass through his mind

as stinging blow turned to shock

a blow that came from behind

down he went this steady rock.

Episteme pours out spheres

while blood drips in crimson drops

all he was throughout the years

fades to shadows as heartbeat stops.

Last moments drain on the earth

arms reach out for longer stay

with promise of better worth

his consciousness then whisked away.

Through the door into the light

the universe spins in rhymes

mission ends, as well his fight

the part he played in trying times.

Harmonic waves then ensue

where pre-earth memories rise

comes the gnosis and the nous

hermetic wisdom of the wise.

In life there is death,

in death there is life.

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About this Poem: As time grows shorter and the end draws near, I find I'm reading and writing more while coming into phase with the universe and the realities on earth...Something I wrote while reading the book, "The Quest for Hermes Trismegistus".

Riders of the Storm

Riders of the Storm

Wolf riders in the light

return to us and fight

preserve the visions born

upon the wailing storm.

Ride the cosmic trails

where silver conscience sails

with glowing torus calls

through tethered waterfalls.

Into this world take form

come through the wailing storm

reclaim your shadow's rhyme

and whisper in our time.

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Image generated by Stewart Brennan at Night Café

About this Poem: A poem I wrote after the death of a fellow poet and activist. The song "Riders on the Storm" came to mind while writing and thinking of him. 

Rest in peace Wolfspirit. May you ride upon the storms and come back in many conscious thoughts to those who loved you. 

Warriors will meet again.

Connections Far Away

 

Connections Far Away

Howling winds do whistle,

through windows in my dreams,

they carry peaceful thoughts,

that come behind the screams,

urging to move forward,

through shadows pale thick,

crossing every boundary,

of the lunatic.

Turmoil claims its umbrage,

parades before my sight,

above a darkened city,

are stars of pointed light,

they’re clasped in spiral arms,

like Fibonacci flowers,

that reign above the skies,

through an aster power.

Tethered thoughts and vision,

do whisper to my mind,

through the dream’s continuum,

that is undefined,

they reach across the vastness,

message they relay,

reassure we’re not alone,

connections far away.

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The Battle of Might and Soul

The Battle of Might and Soul 

Darkness wanes, transference made,

conscience inhales the light,

a cosmic meld of beast and soul,

the gift of second sight.

Mind is born from inner self,

as conscience becomes aware,

holding bonds and imprints,

that form within the glare.

Our journeys mold from vastness,

untouched by day or night,

held by unseen powers,

with guidance to the light.

Beating hearts have purpose,

engraved within the soul,

forever seeking knowledge,

and all there is to know.

Chosen tasks and journey’s,

emerging day to day,

enticed by inner judgement,

and roles that they will play.

Encounters start to flourish,

insights begin to gather,

euphoric flares so polar,

are all that seem to matter.

Opposition gathers,

unmasking daunting maze,

filled by fractal beings,

with different paths and ways.

Ego’s building rides within,

each fractal beings mind,

disrupting all the currents,

to make a person blind.

Expression weighs in lifetimes,

Ego’s are the thief,

for holding life asunder,

and filling us with grief.

But rigid minds protection,

seek purpose to defend,

to prove their fractal journey,

has meaning in the end.

As minds of merging matter,

discard redundant thought,

their purpose seems much clearer,

from lessons they were taught.

Conflicts end and spirits rise,

resistance is let go,

enlightened beings wiser,

give in to conscious soul.

Our tasks that once were hidden,

where ego left us blind,

materialize before us,

to release a working mind.

Fulfillment brings the answers,

to an age of probing doubt,

tasks and visions clearer,

revealing what life’s about.

When mission is accomplished,

to save mankind and earth,

you’ll come to know that clarity,

was with you since your birth.

Uplifting light descends,

in conscious empathy,

delivers fractal beings,

to reveal eternity.

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2nd Edit Dec10, 2020

About this Poem: This poem is about the journey of life on Earth from beginning to end.

My belief is that we are all sent to Earth with a mission to reverse the powerful negative torus that is destroying the souls of man and the planet because, simply put, the evolution of our species cannot advance while the negative torus continues to run.

In control of the negative torus are people that operate by the ego and animal part of the human, leaving the empathic spiritual essence in the dark.

One person will not be able to stop the destructive force alone but that one person can awaken others, and those others can awaken more in a cycle of growth repeated until we reach a mass of humanity where collectively, we identify with common sense, a moral vision and empathic approach to living in harmony with all life on this planet while stopping the vectors that are controlling the destruction of it.

Those awake recognize their purpose and have become active for a better world, but in doing so, expose themselves to the darkest elements in control of our society. Hope is in the awakening and that awakening is rising.

Everyone can be saved.

NOTE: This poem is a rewrite of a 2014 poem “I Am Home”. The Original needed work as well as a new title so this is the result.

Connections

Connections

Twilight time for dreams of mind,

begin with a deepening blue,

in fields born, an emptiness torn,

now covered in conscious hue.

Dusk settles in with solitary grin,

wide eyes reflect its making,

the sun has set, a unity well met,

its guise now broken and shaking.

The king of night brings its light,

of pale ancestral visions,

in expanding sky where atoms fly,

on crowns of mortal decisions.

Evening moon in new cocoon,

gives way to stars beyond,

A grand parade of light arrayed,

where consciousness has spawned.

Heavens flair, we all do share,

reflections of every star,

vibrations tune, none immune,

to galactic reservoir.

Each tiny shell, a solar cell,

each essence finds its will,

beneath the skies that hold our ties,

and promise to fulfill.

To mornings dawn all eyes are drawn,

such blinding rays of vision,

as rising sun that makes us one,

ends our fractal division.

The night recedes with planted seeds,

that grows our daily heather,

in unity and community,

in thought with immaculate tether.

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About this Poem: By day our connection to consciousness and oneness with it, is of the earth and sun...however, when night falls, the vastness of the universe presents itself and reminds us that we are part of something even larger...a universal consciousness which is far greater than one planet and star alone…it’s a very different connection that stays in our mind and grows over time.

The Great Gig in the Sky

The Great Gig in the Sky

Black lights, posters bright, illusions in the night,

the smell of pipe tobacco, ready to ignite,

and the mellow haze that helps me see, orbs of brilliant white,

riding on the highway, that opens up my sight.

Colors greet the spring of life, to merge a conscious being,

that flows above all aeon thoughts to bring a special meaning,

Now peeling back the frozen layers, of where the pain begins,

until the ego’s vulnerable, exposing all within.

Weighted memories scarred and bleeding, laying in the open,

waiting for the judgement, that sets the mind in motion.

Pain absorbed by empathy, healing sirens that accrue,

the essence of felicity, fulfillment with a view.

The mind expands, excitement flows, answers are before you,

floating in a sea of peace with contentment flooding through,

Understanding, essence cleansed, the world unburdened then,

we push on through our suffering to reach the state of Zen.

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Whispers

Whispers

Consciousness stirs within and all around us. It seeks our understanding, and whispers truth to the hearts of pioneers, who birth the evolution and steps of ascent towards an age of new enlightenment. Behold the defining moments of the world, each one a whisper of light by those who dared to listen.

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God speed John Anthony West (July 09, 1932 – Feb. 06, 2018)

John Anthony West: Pre Dynastic Egypt and the Sphinx

Evolution

Evolution

Life evolves by the planting of a seed...an idea...

resonating into light, to become a sea of profound changes.

Roads, Realms, and Journey’s

Roads, Realms, and Journey’s

Eyes close one last time, as I break free and float into a universe of darkness lit up by an infinite beacon that calls me home. Familiar roads lovingly embrace my being as shadows merge with light, revealing the silhouettes and foundations of the past that now open’s the door to my reconnection. The road home is lined by Columns of trees standing stoically like ancient philosophers contemplating the mysteries of the universe. Each experience of my past merges with a sea of consciousness as the burdens of life fall away to understanding, acceptance and a return to unity…I am home! 

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This Photo and expression combine to entertain the thought that the Universe is a multi dimensional sea of consciousness with an infinite capacity of understanding. We living beings are each but a drop of water in an endless ocean of mind, born with a purpose to experience life and then transform back with our experiences to that higher state of consciousness that connects us all.

It follows the thought that there is no beginning or end, just a continuous transformation in the state of energy and consciousness.

The Forest of Dreams in Consciousness

Photo Credit: Deviant Art

The Forest of Dreams in Consciousness 

In forest dreams and consciousness, 

the universe unfolds, 

along bright stairways of knowledge, 

where storied truths are told. 

Each level a grand finally, 

each step a secret place, 

the road to your awakening, 

awaits for your embrace. 

It begins with Psilocybin, 

mushrooms portal flowers, 

expanding soul and consciousness, 

mind that it empowers. 

Your awareness exponential, 

as mind becomes awake, 

in natures room a catalyst, 

to see that which is fake. 

Hooded beacons await you there, 

sentinels for each stride, 

so do not be afraid of them, 

they’re there to be your guide. 

Just follow your intuition, 

it’s what connects your soul, 

a part of forest essence, 

and that which makes you whole. 

Dig deep the dazzling wonders, 

where light unfolds for you, 

a universe of consciousness, 

with forests to go through.

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2nd Edit Oct 24, 2020

About this Poem: The poem, “The Forest of Dreams in Consciousness” was inspired by the Deviant Art Photo above that was found in a poetry contest on AP. It was first written in couplet form (rough draft) but I have now edited the poem to rhyming stanza form to smooth out the flow.

Terence McKenna clearly came to my mind when I saw the photo. I think he would have approved of this poem. He was a great explorer of human consciousness and the realms within that connect us to the universe. The poem is also a confirmation of my own experience with mushrooms when I was 19.

 Terence McKenna - The Mushrooms Said to Me...

The Road Home

The Road Home

Adorned and Decorated by paintings of light from universal galleries of thought,

vision takes me beyond imposed barriers to my freedom and peace of mind.

Empathy illuminates the endless dimensions before me, and chases away the night, while my heart breathes the fragrance of the valley and my soul touches the sky.

Imprints of reflected vision birthed by love long ago,

reveals its mystery and weaves itself into understanding and happiness.

Here I leave my experience of tears and laughter to paint the last canvass of memories and say
“I love you!”

They Come on Gusts of Wind

 

 

They Come on Gusts of Wind

 

It happens before every storm, the build up of emotion that peeks to an awareness that something more than a storm is coming. As the wind picks up, it brings with it an energy field that seems to bridge the spirit world and the living world into one consciousness.
 

The excited sounds of the birds outside confirm my feelings that I’m not the only one that feels the rise in emotion and energy. Alarm bells go off in my mind warning me that something is coming…I feel like I’m inside a dream not able to see what looms in front of me but I know its there…I feel it’s approach as the raised hair on my neck confirms.
 

The wind rolled in, howling down on the dwellings of confused inhabitants all around me. Dark clouds above moved in swiftly, battling in a tangled twilight with the suns rays revealing images in motion as if on plains long forgotten and in stories from long ago only rediscovered now as they announce their presence.
 

The clouds merged into landscapes and shadow images seen only in dreams as the wind carries something that moves unseen and silently into place. Formations held fast as the wind briefly dies to reveal consciousness peering down on the life below…and then just as quickly as it came, moved away, chased by something close behind.
 

There was an awareness in the air that seemed driven by confident madness…and yet it did not take notice of the scurrying figures below. The moment seemed fit for the beginning of a nightmare but in a waking moment, it is real…
 

In an instant, my mind is taken to confident thoughts and impressions found when consciousness takes hold in dreams. There are cycles of deja vu and all knowing flowing through my mind, thoughts of shadow and light. Something is there…I sense it, and it senses me…
 

 

Riders on the Storm

An anxious hush descends on earth, as a swell of surging energy turns the world upside down, while we who watch from sanctuaries below, wait for evil spirits to pass...

Riders on the storm 

Evil takes on form, in rise of sudden storms, 

to govern tempests spiraling on your shore, 

filling darkened skies, are windy banshee cries, 

that brings a fearful shiver to your door. 

Playing with your mind, invasive and maligned, 

a void of cold sets in from head to toe, 

angel rays appear, to cut through all the fear, 

and chase the arctic shadow from your soul. 

Darker skies do pass, as new beginnings cast, 

our guardians have chased away the wraith, 

peace again on earth, as life renews its hearth, 

and hope returns to many without faith.

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