Showing posts with label Michael Ruppert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Ruppert. Show all posts

Sunday, May 29, 2022

Cycles Come and Cycles Go

 


Cycles Come and Cycles Go

Oh, can you hear them calling?
voices, rhythms, they grab hold,
they rise within a heartbeat,
from forgotten days of old.

Awake, these champions rise,
confront misguided reasons,
in thoughts of light and darkness,
on cusps of fading seasons.

Cycles come and cycles go,
moving fast and moving slow,
minds are open, when you mend,
all’s revealed at the end.

Purpose wrapped in shrouds of dusk,
held by scarves of brilliant light,
moving fast, unfolding years,
bold perceptions bringing sight.

Shining eyes through hooded cloaks,
determined in defiance,
stern expressions hold the line,
held firm by non-compliance.

Cycles come and cycles go,
moving fast and moving slow,
minds are open, when you mend,
all’s revealed at the end.

Above the crimson shadows,
where enlightened whispers flow,
empathic streams of healing,
against the madness, glow.

Aire surrounds, thick with vision,
our prophetic thoughts are forged,
replacing voids of the mind,
where warnings were twice ignored.

Cycles come and cycles go,
moving fast and moving slow,
minds are open, when you mend,
all’s revealed at the end.

Audacious, bold and fearless,
in confidence, promise made,
declarations long before,
in histories that do fade.

Hubris plays with apathy,
glaring flaws of stitched up men,
never see the eschaton,
that spells their mortal end.

Empires of the ages,
once consumed, they leave no trace,
while old ones fade to shadows,
new beginnings take their place.

Cycles come and cycles go,
moving fast and moving slow,
minds are open, when you mend,
all’s revealed at the end.
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About this Poem: “Cycles Come and Cycles Go” has been rewritten from its 2014 original form to better express the content that comes from three distinct influences on me. The first is a song called “The Wicker Man” by musician “Damh the Bard” that connects to a pagan harvest ritual. The second influence is by investigative journalist Michael Ruppert and his writings on societal “Collapse” brought on by peak oil. The third influence is by investigative journalist “Graham Hancock” and his writings on ancient history, spiritual connection and consciousness. A plethora of ideas are well documented and expressed in Graham’s trilogy of books, “Fingerprints of the Gods”, “Magicians of the Gods” and “America Before: The key to Earth’s Lost Civilization”…

And of course, there is my own spiritual awakening and experience with consciousness that ties into all three.

Cycles Come and Cycles Go speaks of the conscious connection to ancient civilizations, the collapse of our current civilization and the awakening to old spiritual connections to the gods, the universe and mother earth.

Damh the Bard – Explains the Wicker Man Ceremony



Song: The Wicker Man by Damh the Bard



The Wicker Man is a pagan harvest ritual where people gather together, build a giant man made of branches and burn him as a community offering to the old gods in thanks for the bountiful harvest that will carry them through the winter. It is a spiritual ritual with a conscious connection to nature, the gods and the universe.

2. Michael Ruppert and his investigations on industrial society’s collapse: In Memory of Michael C. Ruppert (1951 – 2014)

3. Graham Hancock - “Magicians of the Gods” An Overview


Saturday, June 27, 2015

Cycles Pass and Fade


Cycles Pass and Fade is a Poem about the cycle of life, the clash of thought, and mans amnesia of his past. Inspired by the song “Wicker Man” by Damh the Bard, and also Michael Ruppert and his PRN Radio show “The LifeBoat Hour”

The first draft of this poem was written and released on January 6th, 2014 under the Title “Clashing thoughts in Worlds Unseen”…I wasn’t satisfied with it and so I rewrote it on June 27th, 2015 and included the new title; “Cycles Pass and Fade”.

Cycles Pass and Fade

Hear the drummers drumming, the rhythm of the fold,
feel your heartbeat rising, to forgotten thoughts of old.

Wrapped in shrouds of dusk, and scarves of brilliant light,
moving fast, unfolding plains, reflections in the night.

Shining eyes through hooded cloaks, determined in defiance,
thin lined expressions smile, held back in non-compliance.

The air is thick with vision, prophetic thoughts to gorge,
Crashing on benighted shores, the warnings were ignored.

Moving in the shadows, enlightened whispers flow,
Empathic streams of healing, against the night they glow.

Waiting champions rise, holding oaths to advancing legions,
thoughts in light and darkness, confronting forgotten reasons.

Audacious, bold and fearless, in confidence, promise made,
like declarations made before them, they wither, pass and fade.

Cycles come and cycles go, new life takes its place,
the siege engulfs all history, the old ones leave no trace.

Yet still the waves of apathy, flood the minds of men,
who never see the eschaton, that spells their mortal end.

Stewart Brennan

Inspired by the song “Wicker Man” by Damh the Bard


Damh the Bard – World United Music

AND…

Also Inspired by Michael C. Ruppert and the LifeBoat Hour

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