When told to knuckle under in the storm
of lies, I stood tall in the truth and scorn rained down on me by those permeated by fear, calling me dangerous, insane
bypassing lament, I cultivated
my own organic growth, and I abstained from consuming the narrative obtained through frequencies of hate unabated
the timeline I choose leads me to sunbeams
and thriving plants luxuriate. My dreams lucid and powerful reach into murk remedy past where unhealed traumas lurk.
Inspired by: Storm, Lament, Cultivate and Knuckle.
Featured image: Down dog in sunbeam.
We are caged by our cultural programming. Culture is a mass hallucination, and when you step outside the mass hallucination, you see it for what it’s worth.~Terrence McKenna
At sunrise and set I smash old beliefs
that drive me. Indiscernible motifs stun children before logic can arise shut up and listen, discredit your eyes
and just ignore your gut feelings, you must hallucinate, participate and trust a higher power. Inconsequential your intuition is nonessential.
The golden gleam cutting through manmade haze
the light lifting horizon lines til blaze burns off the matrix chokehold, setting free imaginative creativity.
Inspired by: Hallucinate, Drive and Stun.
Featured image: Last night’s sunset was improbable, vivid, fleeting gorgeousness.
My favorite word is one that’s hard to say
— blame game‘s the online flavor of the day and though recrimination gratifies it feeds the mean streaks of divides. Likewise
insidious fleshing out memories
insistence on boundaries, therapy digs in the victim/perpetrator binge that keeps us stuck in perpetual cringe
We step into our power, like magic
as we dissolve the old tales so tragic and release the resistance, giving voice to yes, my favorite word. Say it. Rejoice.
Inspired by: Gratify, Flavor, Boundary, Likewise and written in a stream of consciousness for the SOCS prompt “ your favorite word” and the healing practice of saying yes to the exact situation and circumstance triggering your resistance.
Featured image: Sweetgum balls or “witches burrs”–which some believe can be used to create a magical gateway.
“The center of the Mandala is the Now-moment, where, through the quality of attention, we constantly create ourselves anew.”~Richard Moss
After the complete breakdown comes breakthrough
but in the chaos of the fallout few own the consequences of their choices embracing instead resistance voices
and what you resist persists defiant
grows your molehills into mountains giant obstacles right in your face to reveal the quantum state: what you observe is real
mattering as you focus and select
which possibilities claim or reject. What scientists neglect in equations their own intent propagates invasions.
Ironic how as children we are taught
we’re meaningless and that our words are not the power that creates reality. We learn to spell without logomancy.
Inspired by: Giant and Breakthrough.
Featured image: Wind-created mandala at the base of a pine.
Here is a user’s guide to magic pill terminology. Red pill: wake up from the matrix. Blue: return to the matrix. Black: nihilism. White: optimism. Orange: understand Bitcoin.
As programmed patterns lull and lure, profane
extolling: to drink the kool-aid’s mundane, the stamina required to see (free will) though likened to a colored magic pill
and grouched about as dimwits take the stage
is yet another psy-op to engage focus and energy. The root, the field dynamic and magnetic is concealed
by the false web of narrative displayed
on screens in childish illogical ways. There is a droplet sparkling in view which clears the haze and all the lies cuts through.
Inspired by: Drink, Droplet, Grouch, Mundane and Stamina.
Featured image: This sparkling droplet just outside the fuzzy web called forth today’s poem.
For decades (centuries), official media and government have been using their bully pulpits to publish lies and self-serving gobbledygook. To control what millions of people believe and think.~ Jon Rappoport
The depraved united to skew the view
distort the facts, reliable truth coup –when you own the press, it’s easy to do– call me conspiracist as I break through
the queue of visitors led by the hand
through galleries constructed by broadband and humming with that 5G frequency that irritates my sensitivity
outside I go under the dazzling stars
as Moon and Saturn dance retrograde Mars and then the sun reveals the crimson leaves and yellows brighter than artists conceive
Inspired by: Crimson, United, Reliable and Visitor.
Michael Bury, who predicted the 2008 financial crisis, has now completely gotten out of all stocks, and left in his portfolio only the papers of a firm that invests in private prisons and mental institutions.~Forbidden History
As AI sorts and categorizes
the lions and the sheep for franchises rising in the great reset, human stock replenished to fill each hellish cellblock
eyes on the profit, greed steers the cowed
undereducated overmedicated illogical and dazed, beclouded frightened and frustrated, agitated
chanting we must choose the devil we know
since moral compasses no longer show an it harm none impossibility there’s barely leeway for civility
yet sit in silence and engage the heart
unlink the chains beliefs have forged to start outside prison/asylums to create the truth beyond the narrative of hate.
Inspired by: Prison and Replenish and Bob Marley’s Redemption Song. “Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can set us free.”
Most people over the age of 18 have a calcified pineal, where a hard shell forms around the gland, and our access to the astral realm is effectively shut off.~ InsightState
The spooky calcification fluoride
causes to the pineal gland third eye deliberately closed cast in darkness our intuitive lights dimmed to starkness
with gruesome results, blind and angry led
by propaganda news, curated dread. I create harmony, decalcify my sovereign power, insights multiply.
Inspired by: Harmony, Darkness, Spooky, Gruesome and this two-minute explanation of the perils of fluoride.
The link for the quote above details 11 ways to decalcify your pineal gland.
Great Seal of the United States. “We set the All-Seeing eye upon the pyramid.”~Grace Moray.
I realize I can’t pretend to sleep
to summarize the dreams I tried to keep have dissipated and though I beseech the walls between the worlds cannot be breached
and so I rise and open up the blinds
and leap into a dazzling sunrise that lifts me up and joyously reminds me: open my eyes, living is the prize
Inspired by Summarize, Dazzle and Sleep.
She says, there’s only love and fear so which
element is keeping you up, my dear? Switch on the light and oscillate the air. Sleep heals what ails you but you wheeze and weep deep
in the night as thieves prowl in the street. You
peek between the blinds, this incomplete view you could upgrade to embrace the shades who haunt you and taunt you your fears have made you
Inspired by: Upgrade, Oscillate, Fear and the SOCS prompt Element.
Featured image: seeds with space filter.