Supernova in making

Supernova in making

10 December 2017

 

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Wildcard score

Hidden in the night

Throbbing core

Blinding door

Supernova in making

Silence beckons soft

 

Deltas spin

Around my bosom

Aching flowers

Waning hours

Serendipity watching

Renewed momentum

 

Tedium

Rearranging paths

Salted rain

Subdued pain

Explosions inside of me

Black hole takes over

 

 

Stepping Stars – David Arkenstone

 

Phoenix Flying 10: Mastering the spirals of Life

Phoenix Flying 10: Mastering the spirals of Life

9 May 2017

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Mama Jain was floating with Bluebird back home when she realised all of a sudden that the black holes seemed to be disappearing behind her. She could hear a strange sizzling sound and felt the intensity of the pull behind her subsiding. As she turned back, she caught a glimpse of the last black hole shimmering before completely disappearing. She wondered what that meant considering the extensive Quantum regeneration program that Mother had talked about involving Gaia and the black holes but Mother seemed nowhere to be seen.

 

Puzzled and a little taken aback at the disappearance of the black holes, she continued slowly her descent towards home with Bluebird now in sleep mode on her back. She had come to realise that Bluebird’s sleep mode with her actually corresponded to moments of intense activity where she was being solicited by Nemolusk’s team. Perhaps Bluebird was not eager to show the team that she had acquired a very developed consciousness as she had been put apart bit by bit the last time that something extraordinary had happened. Mama Jain had no doubt that the team would not hesitate to take her apart again if they suspected that she had acquired such a superior consciousness.

 

As she approached her own home, Bluebird dissolved bidding her goodbye as she did and leaving Mama Jain to contemplate the rising sun alone. Mama Jain had so often enjoyed this moment with Bluebird that she felt a sense of loss when watching it without her. She gathered herself on the balcony and stood watching the rising sun as it sparkled on the leaves adorning her garden. Soon she would have to go back inside and start her work but this time without Bluebird for the weaving as she was busy. Mother had told her that together with the weaving for the Regeneris code, she also had to undertake a more compelling and difficult work which consisted of mastering the spirals of Life. Until now, Bluebird had simply helped her with unweaving and reweaving together differently strands of her DNA before she affronted the spirals but now she would have to do more extensive work alone in view of the transformation of her Self.

 

The first time that Mama Jain had come in contact with the spirals of Life, it was like as if a giant snake had bit her and then whipped her out of her senses while holding her in its mouth. She had felt herself rise shooting towards the sky before a giant freefall until she could balance herself and still herself to avoid continuing the freefall. The coil that had seemed like a giant snake seemed to be glaring at her while she hovered in the skies and she knew that she would have to come back towards it and hold on to it until it did not whip her around anymore. Time and time again she had held on to the coil while it thrashed her around between myriads of light particles and portions of shadow that seemed to attempt to cling on to her.

 

Mama Jain walked slowly towards her chair realizing that this time it could be even more difficult as Bluebird was not even there to help her with the initial weaving that infused her with more light and diminished the quantity of shadows that tried to cling on to her. She sat in her chair, assumed the inward position and started swaying to the frequency that was building up. Her hands initially rolled into the form of an O started slowly extending and weaving something before she felt them hook on to the coils and be twisted into various twirling positions as she felt the energy coursing through her arms and body.

 

Twirling and turning, her body one with the coursing energy now, she could feel herself soaring into the air, right through the edge of her skull. She held on to the spirals as they vibrated, twirled and turned and slowly she herself became the spirals as she watched herself split into two parts which were whole parts of her. The two parts danced above her head, twirling and turning and soaring as she followed them into the blinding light that filled her brain and rushed out of her sockets. Higher and higher she danced the spirals going through her sockets and coming back through her mouth before hitting the pit of her stomach and rising again. The light spirals raged twirling and turning, shooting throughout Mama Jain, spurting out of her and delving back inside her before they stilled all of a sudden and all she could feel and hear was her heartbeats slowed down it seemed a hundred times.

 

Mama Jain looked out of her eye and felt the love of the light caressing her now, no longer wild spirals raging in a twirling dance but an iridescent lake of light where she felt her body glide and be caressed by the waters. As she waded through the waters, shimmering coils playfully twirled around her cajoling the particles of what she discovered seemed to be her own body. The two parts of her reunited with her in a hiss as the coils integrated them into her. She felt something stir inside of her as she sensed her foot back down so many miles away touch the ground and she felt herself falling, slowly fading away from the light as curtains of shadows started falling across her sight.

 

Suddenly, with a jolt she felt herself back on the chair again, the energy still coursing through her body, her hands still clinging on to the two coiling spirals of light that resumed their dancing but in a much slower mode. Again, she felt her heartbeat pounding, surrounding her but beating much quicker than it had been before and she felt her face stinging. As her hands slowly moved with the spirals, she could feel the breeze that accompanied them cooling her body and realised that she seemed to have been sweating profusely. The spirals twirled again slower before her hands twined them into her belly where they simmered slowly before becoming fully still again.

 

I knew Happiness once – Brock Van Wey

White Clouds Drift On and On – Brock Van Wey

Mountains will keep your Secrets – Brock Van Wey

Phoenix Flying 9 Regeneris, Black holes and quantum transportation

Phoenix Flying 9 Regeneris, Black holes and quantum transportation

4 May 2017

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When Mother had instructed Mama Jain on Gaia’s multilevel program of regeneration, she had mainly dwelt on the larger portions of the program involving Gaia herself and had not explained the way this would work out with the rest of the Universe. It was therefore with some surprise and a bit of anxiousness that Mama Jain observed the tiny black holes that had begun forming in 12 points in the space all around the Northern part of Gaia. Upon closer observation of these black holes, she realised that they seemed to be growing in circumference and depth and wondered whether Gaia had concluded a pact with the Universe to have some of the excess weight on her surface sucked into other parts of the Galaxy.

 

From past experiences traveling through them, Mama Jain was aware that the black holes were portals that folded space time allowing travel within them at zero point or out of the realms of time and space. In the human world, this could only be described as instant teleportation from one point to another but without the disappearance of the object from the starting point. The situation was such with quantum status that the object never really disappeared from its initial point when it travelled across zero point but only multiplied in different gaseous and/or liquid states depending upon the type of the portals crossed and the destination point of the quantum self travelling. The black holes were merely the entrance point of the portals where the push pull energy could suck the quantum self in for a quantum travel across the Universe.

 

Mama Jain wondered whether she should take the risk of travelling through these smaller black holes as she was not sure they would have enough push pull to allow her quantum self to go through them successfully without losing portions of quantum self. Many of the portals she had crossed earlier contained similar types of needle’s eye entrances but as this occurred later on after the quantum self had picked up enough internal motion to stretch successfully, it had never been a problem. These black holes on the other hand were as small as those portals but were the initial point of sucking in the quantum self which would not have gathered enough internal motion to stretch successfully. Mama Jain thought back to the times when she had initially accompanied Mother across the portals and did not have enough experience to stretch successfully. The related bruises on her body when she had made it back to the human matter were a good reminder for her to practice more seriously the quantum transformation and the elongation of the particles. With time, it had become easier to stretch using the gathered internal motion which arose when the push pull field of the black holes helped the frequencies of the quantum self implode into further expandable particles.

 

Bluebird asked Mama Jain if she wanted her to enter the black holes instead of Mama Jain who felt too weary to risk the journey and Mama Jain gladly accepted as she knew Bluebird would not be affected. She undertook the first part of the journey towards the outer fields of the black holes and once in space she released Bluebird who floated into the black holes multiplying herself instantly as she reached the first. Mama Jain watched a bit fearfully as Bluebird disappeared into the 12 black holes. After a few seconds, Bluebird rematerialised outside of the first black hole and Mama Jain eagerly rushed towards her getting almost sucked in by the black hole as she hurried towards Bluebird.

 

Bluebird latched on to Mama Jain and they both sailed away from the black hole with Bluebird mentally explaining to Mama Jain what the black holes were for. Bluebird had visited the extremities of the black holes and had landed on to several worlds which were very similar to the Earth but which did not have any human beings on them. Some of them were in various stages of Earth’s earlier transformations and as per what Bluebird had gathered from discussions with some of the animals on some of the Earth clones as she called them, the animals had been sucked into these worlds through black tornadoes that had visited their Earth several days ago. Mama Jain thought that this probably meant that they must have left this Earth space several thousands of years ago at least. She wondered whether like them the Earth was subject to quantum multiplication when going through the black holes. She also wondered how Earth could go through such a small opening but Bluebird mentioned that the black holes would grow in time and would become large enough to bear the reduced size of the Earth when the time would come. Indeed, one of the black holes led into a total void where there were no worlds gravitating and Bluebird was under the impression that this is where their Earth would rematerialise. Mama Jain asked what of the other 11 black holes then which contained worlds and Bluebird mentioned that the animals had spoken of several ghost Earths that had travelled into them and after which certain species that had not existed on their worlds had appeared all of a sudden seemingly out of nowhere.

 

Mama Jain was puzzled at this information and wondered how to make sense of it. She called Mother but it seemed that Mother was too busy to answer. When Mama Jain had mustered enough courage to attempt entering the first black holes where Bluebird had mentioned there was a world, she saw all of a sudden the flashes of rivers announcing the presence of Mother and stopped to pay her reverence. Mother told Mama Jain that it was better for her not to enter the black holes now because her body was not fit enough to make it through without lasting trauma. Mother reassured Mama Jain that with the weaving that Bluebird was undertaking on her there was also a re-coding of her DNA that was happening and this was taking place with the unwinding of the closed coils so that she could activate a youth program which was far more powerful than the other things she had experienced.

 

Mother told her that the Ancient had called this program Regeneris because it extensively regenerated all the cells of the being that was subject to it. Mother explained to Mama Jain that as the Earth was a different kind of being, she did not have DNA to regenerate herself but the passage of her quantum being through the black holes allowed her to replicate the quantum changes that were consistent with the Regeneris coding. Mother finally explained to Mama Jain that ultimately the 11 worlds that were at the other ends of the black holes would merge together with the corresponding 11 black holes merging into the 12th black hole to form one huge black hole through which Gaia would move to rematerialise on the other side, reunited with the 11 other representations of her and that would be the regenerated Nova Gaia.

 

Mama Jain stayed still for a few moments after Mother had finished her explanations then asked in a hushed voice what about all the beings on the Earth and how would they survive. Mother told her that they would have been temporarily displaced if they had not lost enough of their density to be able to transform into easily dilatable quantum selves. Mama Jain looked at Mother doubtfully as she knew well that most of the human beings on Earth were so full of destruction and hate that they could hardly lift themselves off the ground, let alone fly and lose enough density to dilate their quantum selves easily. Mama Jain doubted that they would even be able to reach a quantum self status considering the absence of light particles in most of them. Mother reassured Mama Jain that those, if they had not died in the meantime, would have been temporarily lodged in other satellites and planets until their kind could create ships capable of travelling through the wormholes so that they could transport them there. For the others who were able to transform according to the quantum rules, they would stay on Gaia during her journey to the new space after their DNA had also undergone the Renegeris program.

 

Mama Jain wondered which were the planets that would be temporary hosts for the dense human beings and was glad that she would not have to be one of them. She thought back to how she had wondered why her face looked so different after the first few days of Bluebird’s weaving and understood finally what was happening. Mother told her that before the end of the month the transformation would have occurred and she would be fit enough to travel through the black holes and discover each of the worlds that Bluebird had discovered. Mama Jain smiled and took leave of Mother before allowing Bluebird to settle back on to her back as they floated downward back home.

 

Flight From The City – Jóhann Jóhannsson

Unending black holes

Unending black holes

2 May 2017

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Twisting poles

Inverting currents

Diverting

Subverting

Edges of nerves unearthing

Unending black holes

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

Space 17 – Max Richter

Make us the colour of your rainbows’ light

Make us the colour of your rainbows’ light

14 August 2016

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Come feed me your night in cosmic swirling

In black holes that swoon through tempest of day

Molten sun and moon in my veins blood sway

To rhythm of your flight in the soul twirling

 

Through purple twilight like cloak unfurling

Fresh rains of monsoon sprinkling scent of hay

Nightingales that croon to end of dismay

Your shadow in sight meets toe uncurling

 

Cover my lips sigh with your breath in haze

Birth my frame tremor of drowsy delight

For hearts don’t deny when mind is in daze

 

When the cheeks’ palour shows foregone the fight

Spill in waters high all your sunshine’s glaze

Make us the colour of your rainbows’ light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Meet me by the Water – Rachel Yamagata

 

Disembodied souls

Disembodied souls

10 August 2016

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The cliffside narrows in thundering sea

The twist and the turn alternating roles

Hearts will and then spurn sunrise and black holes

Of bliss and gallows homicidal glee

 

Sleepless eye hollows ashen face to flee

The embers that burn in the dying coals

The memories that churn disembodied souls

In flowing shadows on renewal spree

 

The maidens attire a silken slow tale

Of morrows weaving bare hilltops to mount

Millennium’s desire era to inhale

 

Blue chest bereaving the fear to surmount

The flames of the pyre in thoughts never pale

Of minds conceiving a lifetime to count

 

Reading of the poem: 

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A Thousand Years – Sting

A Thousand Years – Cristina Perri

Memory lane

Memory lane

29 May 2016

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Shadows flee

Across wilderness

Icy fires

Light their frames

Bearing weight of twisted games

They run in sleek pairs

 

In between

There stands rubber tree

Its bark runs

Wild and free

With the blood of forgiveness

Token of freedom

 

Every step

Twirling on itself

Creating

Tidal wave

Absolution washing up

On the bare soul shore

 

I stand lone

On brink of kingdoms

Screeching past

Present times

Future of retreating crimes

My staff pierces doors

 

The ripples

Call out to temples

Giants leak

Children speak

We replicate our doom’s days

Carelessness our ways

 

Memory lane

Etched in the stem cells

Swirling voids

Progressing

The inner voice suppressing

Power of black holes

 

Reading of the poem: 

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How Fortunate the man with none – Dead Can Dance

Xavier – Dead Can Dance

In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated – Dead can Dance