Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Worlds Within Worlds... (working title)

     I have lived this life extremely messily.  I never did anything "right", never seemed to live up to society's standards, either.  Everyday people would pass me endlessly on the street, wrinkling their noses as they hurried to pass where I sat.  Everyday I looked up into the dead faces of the white collars as they put their lifes' effort into making millions for their CEOs, feeling pity for them.  Then I'd look back down to the ground upon which I sat and slept on thinking: "Two sides of the same coin.... I know I have it better according to my morals but I am just as trapped as they."  A few times in my younger days (those years during which the government deems a "homeless youth" able to be rehabilitated into "normal" society) I attempted to get indoors and hold a job.  It always left me feeling as if people who had jobs willing roboticized themselves and that I just wasn't cut out for it.  One evening I was headed back to my squat when I heard a violent scuffle in an alley.  I peered down there, saw two guys at it and shouted, "Hey!".  One of them turned, pointed a gun at me and everything went black as a loud bang reverberated between the two buildings.

     I awoke later.  As I lay on my back with brightness pushing its way through the thin membranes of my eyelids I attempted to grasp the situation.  I remembered getting shot...... did I somehow come out of it alive?  What effect would it have on my life?  I opened my eyes.  Everywhere was swathed in an unreal white light brightness, different from that of a hospital.  I was laying on grass... strange.  Turning my head, I saw nothing but a field, and I was unrestrained, unlike how I would have been in a hospital.  I sat up, the sky above had naught but a strong glow piercing a sky made of ever-changing rainbow colors.  "Is this... Heaven?  But how?" I murmered aloud in surprise.  Getting up was easy and I found that I still had full mobility and I wondered somewhere deep inside my brain if this is just what those final moments of release of DMT from the Pineal Gland is like, and when it was going to end.  But when I was back on Earth I had "blasted off" on DMT and the place I came to was comprised of spinning fractyls.  This, this seemed real, as I bent to run my hands through the grass.  I paused for a second, now standing, uncertain as to where I should go.  I turned slowly in a circle until I felt a specific direction was "right" and continued that way.  Soon I came to a stream, and looking into its depths I saw that I was youthful again and it sent shivers up my spine.  I had definitely gone to some kind of "afterlife".  As I continued I heard a soft, lilting noise; it grew stronger as I approached.  It was a girl with a similar youthful appearance to my own.  I stopped a short distance away, awkward and unwilling to disturb her song as she picked exotic wildflowers reminiscent of the things I used to doodle when I was supposed to be doing my homework.  She stopped and looked up at me with deep violet eyes, "Ah, you've returned Akshia!" She rushed towards me and wrapped me in a warm embrace.  Her arms and the strange name she had used for me struck a chord of rememberance, but this only confused me.

     She must have sensed the confusion and pulled back, smiling at me in a cherubic way, "I've been instructed to explain. Come, sit with me and all will be made clear."  Instead of plopping down right there we continued in my original direction for a few minutes in pleasant silence while my brain's cogs turned madly:  My name used to be Jill!  I was 30 when I died and now I look like I'm 13! Whoa! Wait.... are those....?  We walked up to a copse of, I guess trees.  They looked as if they were birthed from the imagination of Dr. Seuss and Alex Gray, though.  They were full of spiral shapes, multicolors and thick "U" shaped branches.  We each took a low-hanging branch for our seat and this strange being began.

     "Akshia, do you remember this place at all yet?"
      "No. The name is strange to me yet it resonates deep in my soul."
      "Ah, well, they warned me of this. I suppose I will start from the beginning.  this place is called Kee by us, the inhabitants, though it doubtless has hundreds of different names on Earth, where you just came from.  Here we are born to guard all that is of the Light, good and just.  Earth is a place full of chaos, a mix of Light and Dark with both sides constantly struggling for power.  There is no way you couldn't have observed that during your stay.  Since we up here are supposed to protect Light while being of It, when we have a Youth go thought training but they have a high level of Dark tendencies we send them to Earth as a type of remedial training.   There was a ceremony in that field a while ago that sent your Soul down to Earth in a little baby to be named Jill.  You weren't allowed to remember anything because it is a test for our people.  Our insturctors monitored your progress and apparently you passed on your first try on Earth! If you had become more corrupted in your Soul you would have repeated, and repeated.  Does this make sense?  The Instructors say that your memories of Kee should return, though cases of full amnesia HAVE been reported."

     "So... what's your name? My memories still haven't returned." I smile.

     "Oh! Silly me!  I'm Kiriana, and we used to be very best friends before you were deemed in need of Remedials."

     "How long have I been gone?"

     "Only a year, our time."

      "Wow, I was.... 30 back on Earth...."

     "Time is relative....."

     "Einstein said that back on Earth."
      "First, he learned it up here."

~ Part 1 - Fin ~

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Light Love

I-I feel you, sweet Source,
You are flowing through my 
Uplifted being, directing my life
With a firm yet gentle hand.

Full, I'm full with Energy,
Positively glowing, step-by-step,
Word-by-word affirming hope and
Manifesting cleansing, healing Light.

My soul, body and mind is in
Rapture, all a frenzy, covered
In a layer of tickling, tingling
Energy, enveloped in millions of tiny kisses....
3:47 am
Aug. 15th, 2013

I sit perched upon a precipice,
Looking back down the rugged mountain
I proudly survey the terrain traveled.
At LAST! The long hard journey is paying off!

With new eyes I gaze upon this
Bright, fresh, new landscape filled
With so many new blossoming, fresh
Towering trees, flowers and worker bees.

Brimming with new energy, I feel
My soul Lighten, my body full to the brim,
Tingling all over like a divine embrace as I spread
Little knowing seed of Loved Life everywhere.



The beat flows through and through
Filling me up so I'll dance with you.
Flowing and reaching energetically
A point of mind of sober Ecstasy.

Thank you Source for this blissful, lovely Peace
At one with the beat won't you dance with me?
We are all free and we are Beloved, so love it!
There's consciousness rising and no doubt of it.


Sat. of Beloved

Standing, staring
             Upon the masses

Taking in all the happy
Smiling faces of lively couples
And this time I fee not lost,
But send a quick silent prayer to the Devine.

I feel like it might be Time
Time for a partner who Uplifts my
Soul and helps me Grow.

Grow I must so I shall blossom.
And may I be able to fully
Uplift others, the one whose Souls
Require the healing I so desperately wish to Give

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Classism At Its Finest

Should a man be judged by
The shabby clothes he wears
The way he smells, for the fact
That he is a simple bum enjoying a hot meal?


Should a woman be judged by
How short or long her skirt is or
How she does or doesnt show her cleavage or
How she may or may not put out?


Should a person be judged because of
Their sexual preference(s) or
Their personal gender identity or issues or
Their capacity for loving many at once?


Should a person be judged for
The god or gods or lack thereof they
Choose to worship or not worship
And for the rites that go with it?


Should a person be judged based on
Whether or not they trust our bi-partisan system
Whether they are Democrat, Republican,
Green Party, Libertarian, or Anarchist?


America was founded by the people,
For the people and increasingly we are
Shoved onto the sidelines of society or
Put into boxes of stereotypes.


That homeless man with his pack
Could really be an Angel stuck on
This now hellish Earth, being his best
So that he might be prepared for wings again.

That woman in the "slutty" clothes
Is not asking for rape, she's
Merely taking pride in her beauteous
Figure and graciously allowing us a glimpse.

That gay couple walking down the street
Holding hands, locking eyes and lips
Just want the same legal perks as any
Heterosexual married couple, grow up.

All religions are created to mollify
The masses into the division and slavery
Of our current world social structure
Take what truth you can and dont feel superior

The anarchist you label an idealistic fool
Is just sick of the fucking bullshit
Gritting their teeth at socioeconomic injustice
Wondering: Why can't we just live free?


Heartbeat, Drumbeat, Song

Shy and uncertain, I stand
Staring around a room full of
Expensive hand-crafted cozy rugs
That look as if each could be a flying carpet

Earthy brown and tan colors combine
With bright reds of passion in
Intricate detailed intertwining patterns
On these masterpieces fit for Sultans.

I peruse the back courtyard area,
Admiring the raging flaming fire
That anoints the mild night air
With a smoky aroma reminiscent of Home.

People begin to arrive and congregate,
And suddenly I'm not such a stranger
As I chat, laugh, mingle and puff-puff-pass
With all these beautiful souls I've been missing

By the time I come back to the fromt
Thirty energetic people are at one with
The beat and the resounding cacophany
Is so intrinsically beautiful it will never be forgotten.

I sit outside the circle, swaying with the
Rooms echoing heartbeat, picking apart layers
And as I let my ears and mind go I begin to Think I hear something other than drums.

Its like a chant, barely audible, flowing
Like a river beneath all the layers
I question in wonderment the sound I hear:
A womans voice crooning universal sounds.

My eyes hungrily gaze at the mouths of all,
But I can't place it; am I really just
Hallucinating it? But no, I hear it again,
Close my eyes and savor the precious moment.

I feel the energy of the music as it
Wraps around all involved, uplifting,
Heartening, strengthening all our spirits
For the next lunar month and feel blessed.