The Shaman Tales 9 : the mutation

The Shaman Tales 9 : the mutation

8 May 2020

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The spell seemed to have worked. It was sent out in the collective consciousness as she knew it needed to be sent out in the open. It was more effective with being read and she knew that she had to inspire herself three years ago from then. She had slid into the timeloop during her altered state of consciousness and inspired herself back in 2017. She had then watched as she created the poem that would provoke the onslaught of what was happening just now. She knew it had to be done. The flu had to be released into the world because the end effect was the mutation that needed to happen. This was the only way that they could resist what GAIA had in store for them. Their lungs needed to mutate into one lung, breathing in a completely different way than how it had breathed up to now.

 

As with every time she projected herself into the past with the altered consciousness, everything went haywire for her in the present. Devoid of her consciousness, the brain alone was not able to function normally and was clouded by the overwhelming synapse points where the memories were being mixed into the present state of being. The past, the present and the future seemed to all merge into one apocalyptic moment and she could see the waters engulf the land as well as see the ice age that was to follow the overheating of the planet. All those thoughts raced into her head like realities that presented themselves to her. She could see all of it happening as if it were happening in front of her eyes. Meanwhile, her consciousness was inspiring her in the past to create the worded intention and put out the magic spell into the collective consciousness.

 

Her consciousness saw the words and at the same time saw them manifesting. It was a flu alright, but it was a flu that needed to fundamentally change the human body. Like every time there was a significant shift in the Earth requiring a shift in consciousness and in the bodies, it was always done through a flu or some other pandemic. Her consciousness was then satisfied by what was released and came back to her in the present, right in the nick of time before her mind would go into overdrive with all the stimuli and shut itself out forever. The flu was not as deadly as the Spanish flu before it but they seemed to be afraid of it even more. They called it covid-19 and treated it like it was an enemy. Little did they know that they had to go through the process of catching it in order to mutate. If they did not mutate, they would not be able to survive the shift that GAIA was preparing for them. It had had to be done despite the thousands of deaths. They must all catch the flu to avoid humanity becoming extinct on the planet once GAIA’s program had come into place…

 

Dead Can Dance “Yulunga” 2005

Meanings of the Light

Meanings of the Light

31 May 2017

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Inspire me

Icicles forming

Around stars

Swallowed through

The lungs throbbing in new hue

Rainbow pastures fly

 

We don’t die

Realms of Unity

Breaking forth

Forts us hold

We listen to stories told

On brink of shadows

 

Raise in rows

The withered and small

Hear the call

Overhaul

Fluttering ravens recall

Meanings of the Light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Breath of the Divine

Breath of the Divine

23 October 2015

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Stillness slowly crept

Pervading all my senses

As I quit tremors

 

I have learnt lesson

Hastiness in healing scars

All will come in Time

 

Soul ignition sparks

Outcry from heavenly realm

She smiled angelic

 

The scent of Mother

I filled my lungs with it sweet

Breath of the Divine

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The touch of your hand

The touch of your hand

6 October 2015

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When the moon is high

And the ocean glimmers white

Your salty tears flow

 

I kiss the ocean

That your sorrow may now cease

Breathing your anguish

 

Your breath stored in chest

In between ice and the fires

As my lungs breathe pain

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This world of wonders

Like a dreamscape of slow bliss

Alteration spells

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There is a quiet

Within my Heart’s whispering

That speaks of your face

 

The touch of your hand

Past recollections ghostlike

In mid-air flutters

 

I see our glory

Reunited in loving

As new landscapes rise

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Beyond Connection

Beyond Connection

2 September 2015

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I constructed you

You then deconstructed me

Laughed, hid the pieces

 

The key to the mind

Lies within thoughts’ meanders

Keys to heart flicker

 

Captured and released

Unwilling pact of freedom

Misplaced denied bonds

 

My hands lay helpless

Numbness then blood flowing back

Tingling sensations

 

Phantom cords cut all

Wounds that had crusted over

Where salt cauterised

 

Seeking the prison

Of mind that had most mattered

Cotton for the soul

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Beguiled mind relived

A lifetime of servitude

To masters that fleeced

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A shiver calling

To birth of a new era

Where slaves buy life back

 

A penny for Love

No quarters given today

Dime dozen’s fickle

 

Your form bathed in light

Cast against my darkness spelt

Chance of renewal

 

The candle’s flame lisped

Slithering towards my heart

Whispering new tongue

 

Every language ours

My thoughts trail off into yours

Beyond Connection

 

Ears pick up no sound

Artful measures a hiss feigned

Lungs filled in silence

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