A fallacy self-evident

What a tragedy to be imprisoned to the mental plane alone, in susceptibility to the mind-control tactics of criminals Controlled narratives playing their destined parts in confirming the fallacies from all angels What a tragedy to be pseudo-science married to dogma So, I stand and watch it all, and in my Soul, I do cry, …

Spirit calls and Spirit moves

What is it about losing organic, authentic imagination? Over what so-called obsolete way are we now living? Now, I choose to exit the game of artificial proportions Dying through myriad flames, as the truth, as the way Ever-pure as choice to let go of the pandemic of modernity Remains, the heartfelt reassurance, the Creator inside …

Vedic sidereal Astrology

Deception of the tropical zodiac, has us degrees ahead In different signs, ruled by different planets, we are off Noting not, the attack on vedic science, it is laughed away Noting not, how what is wise and true and useful is mocked Every chance to exit the wheel as the observer, I see it clear …

The parasiticide of anti-socialism

And so, without a way to make an exit- waftage or tunnel Lithe from thinking, and breathing Spirit into my muscles Livid programmed life-forms make contact, seeking to feed In crave of gentleness, of orgone energy, of the Torus field After listening, it is always confirmed, some not-so-clever Nudge to give that which crosses the …

Hari Mata

Heil, comrade-for, we have lived for the Ultimate Flower Amidst degenerate imitations, in the quiet peace of Her Remontant & Refuting from the center of original Earth In space where many have utterly refused to meet Her Minions of Abraham contest to steal Her True Source Light As our nasal passages fuel the flight and …

Gyroidal Women

It comes as no surprise that we turn away from this whirl How we burn and turn through the Kali Yuga, spinning as women do As the time comes to observe what we’re making With our hands and breathpast enemy lines And we contemplate how to strengthen the torus field Yes, we contemplate how to …

The True Anima del Mundo

The one who’s always here for me, through fire and ice HER, the creative principle, the regenerative principle- ELLA Emergencies, you gave me the Winter and we wintered well Friend of the vulnerable, of the needy, of the innocent-you Endowment of genius made manifest in the spinning of Life Mirror to mend the cracks, warm …

Reclusion

The oscillation between philanthropy and misanthropy Richness of hyper-awareness brimming out of the pores Under and overstated hands conceal the conductor’s play Too reserved and self-contained to be much fun anyway Helping only the gentle spirits, ones inclined to do no harm Beneath the surface, life is preserved with solitude Emerging only to see if …

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