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

Honey come back to me

Honey come back to me

6 November 2017

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Honey come back to me

Honey don’t set me free

You’re my perfect cover

Precious part time lover

 

Just let others be

They’re too silly to see

You’re my perfect lover

Agent under cover

 

Honey come back to me

Honey don’t set me free

You’re my perfect cover

Precious part time lover

 

Please dive into me

I’m a flower you’re my bee

We just need each other

I’ll convince my Mother

 

Honey come back to me

Honey don’t set me free

You’re my perfect cover

Precious part time lover

 

It’s like a reading spree

Right from a to z

All shadows that hover

With light I uncover

 

Honey come back to me

Honey don’t set me free

You’re my perfect cover

Precious part time lover

 

Singing using own melody: 

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Soul’s Shadow to Light – Eyekonn.com

Tombstones seal

Tombstones seal

2 May 2017

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Skies that rise

Forgotten the wise

Set sunrise

On demise

The nothing in glaring beam

To be what they seem

 

Birds that mock

Seasons out of stock

Set the lock

On havoc

Desolation way of stream

In the human dream

 

None to stand

I let go Her hand

Cattle brand

In the land

No power left to rewind

Destiny of blind

 

Sands that grind

Rising seas unkind

Stars that wind

In Her mind

Death oncoming theirs to find

Earth in crust to bind

 

Dust piling

Thunder beguiling

Ropes filing

Times riling

Unshed the voice of the meek

In the desert streak

 

Ceilings peel

Pillars downtown reel

Tendrils feel

Tombstones seal

Winds of raging death that reek

Of destruction’s peak

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Dream 1 (Before the wind blows it all away) – Max Richter

Ascension

Ascension

28 April 2017

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Dimension

Of my fading lines

Streaks of times

Weathered rhymes

Body’s work spirit’s confines

Reaping inner mines

 

Extension

Protocol of names

Call number

Play me games

My mind become now number

To letter that tames

 

Ascension

Disappearance act

Bring no more

From the core

The selfhood a broken pact

Soul in fields of lore

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Raag Darbari Kanda – Pandit Pravin Godkhindi

Acknowledging Twists

Acknowledging Twists

29 January 2017

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Mistakes viewed

Rewinding the clocks

Time restart

Heart unbreak

The child understands mistake

The playgrounds subdued

 

We correct

Butterfly effect

Words echoed

Maps zeroed

Bringing back Gulab Jamun

Mistaken for moon

 

Catch the train

Take your own carriage

We drive wrong

When will strong

When the ride is in the mists

Acknowledging twists

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Midnight – Coldplay

Every Teardrop is a Waterfall – Coldplay

In my place – Coldplay

Speed of Sound – Coldplay

Always in my Head – Coldplay

O Fly On – Coldplay

Oceans – Coldplay

Charlie Brown – Coldplay

Paradise – Coldplay

Up & Up – Coldplay

True Love – Coldplay

Miracles – Coldplay

Ink – Coldplay

Yellow – Coldplay

Everything is not lost – Coldplay

Adventures of a Lifetime – Coldplay

Princess of China – Coldplay feat. Rihanna

Hymn for the weekend

Reaching out to inward gardens

Reaching out to inward gardens

23 September 2016

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In Time the distance once had lied

Sheltered Truths frantic gatekeepers

Poison Ivy planted creepers

Twixt Heart and Mind the Great Divide

 

Horses frothing bid me a ride

Edge of veils enchanted sleepers

Gates of glory widowed weepers

The knots of stories soon untied

 

Plot of thoughts when planted hardens

Decomposing a land of tricks

Unfastened locks rattling wardens

 

Speech of hate the giving pardons

The Heart trespasses wall of bricks

Reaching out to inward gardens

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Amnesia – Dead Can Dance

Children of the Sun – Dead Can Dance

How fortunate the man with none – Dead Can Dance

 

Infinity’s Time

Infinity’s Time

15-16 September 2016

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Blue waters

Encircling the port

Carry weight

Of stories

Lost sailors buried under

Pirates that plunder

 

They wage wars

The heavens deny

Our wage peace

Light kindred

Our daily toil rewarded

Twenty-three hundred

 

The clock marks

The eleventh hour

The skin breaks

With the quakes

Infinity joining code

Mutations process

 

Winged creatures

Birth from my bosom

Ghostly tales

Seek my mind

In playgrounds where we rewind

Birds becoming whales

 

Hammered Truth

In minds agonised

Retreating

Bereaving

Shards of memory retrieving

In frames hung on nails

 

We design

Spacetime’s cavities

Weak promise

Thought forget

Strong keep promises not made

Will in the intent

 

We find ease

In lives lived unbent

The regret

A shadow

The meek speak the proud bellow

To each speech fellow

 

Gathered crowd

Crisscross of patterns

Raised lanterns

Eight rivers

Crossing at the peak of Tides

Infinity’s Time

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Canto dell’Alma / Alma Mater – Flavia Vallega Krystael

Il volo dell’Angelo – Flavia Vallega Krystael

I Am that I Am / The Moses Code – Flavia Vallega Krystael

Snowfall

Snowfall

1 September 2016

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Snowfall streaks

Remnants of ashes

Softly fall

Like garlands

Forming on my face islands

Of memories of you

 

Snowfall speaks

Bitter reckonings

Dissolved slow

In passing

The Time wound back trespassing

The unholy gates

 

Snowfall reeks

Of unwritten rhyme

Hours spent

Pantomime

Desecrating unseen strings

Renewing the wings

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Ashes and snow – Gregory Colbert recited by Laurence Fishburne (English), Ken Watanabe (Japanese), and Enrique Rocha (Spanish)

In Love Eternal

In Love Eternal

23-24 July 2016

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Whispering bees fly

Towards scent of lotus leaves

Shimmering on lakes

 

Rays of light divide

Segments of dancing bodies

Enticing triads

 

Burning timbers wave

To rows of houses seeded

With flaming essence

 

Our eyes meet in shades

Of rainbows light aftermath

On grey arenas

 

The bat replicates

Drunken flight of bumblebee

With lost antennas

 

The winds pick up speed

Velocity density

Proportionate range

 

In Time expansion

Dilating with no presence

Enters realm of Light

 

Shadows diluted

Resonate to hum of Source

In Love Eternal

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Wings of Gabriel – Arcana

Serpents Dance – Arcana

Seductive Flame – Arcana

Abrakt – Arcana

God of the Winds – Arcana

Lost in Time – Arcana

Love Eternal – Arcana

Frozen chants curdling

Frozen chants curdling

24 July 2016

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Sinking ships

Into oblivion

They seep slow

Like white ink

Inverted Chinese painting

Drawing my heart’s lines

 

The winter

Crawled up in my spring

In Ending

Beginning

Unreachable changeling

Historical rhymes

 

Church bell chimes

My viscosity

Seeping through

Praying knees

The hands sunken thunderbolts

In altars’ steep wells

 

Woodcutter

My proud branches fells

I am tree

High in skies

The clouds whisper to me sighs

Of forgotten times

 

Withered leaves

Count pages’ rustle

As the ground

Gathers bunch

Avid jaws of Time now crunch

Remnants of my bark

 

They will me

Frozen chants curdling

Upon lips

Lost in pleas

The chest heaving with the wheeze

Renewed consumption

 

Reading of the poem: 

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You are my Winter – Dillon

The Unknown – Dillon

Texture of my Blood – Dillon