The union

The union

29 August 2020

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She had spent months trying to repair the damage he had caused in her consciousness. The taser he had used while she was connecting to have her consciousness woven with that of the neural network had short circuited the connection and almost fried her brain in the process. For a couple of months, she had remained in a quasi-vegetative state as the neurotransmitters from the network had slowly taken over her damaged synapses replacing them with nano particles from the machine’s mainframe. Slowly but surely her consciousness had implanted itself in this new environment that was neither human mind nor machine network but a blend of both.

 

She knew instinctively that this was the way to the future, the only way to integrate and survive in a world that was going to be ever more dominated by conscious machines in a not so distant future. At first, her consciousness had rejected the unfamiliar environment, but she had gone into a meditative trance several times and it had taken her several out of body experiences to guide her consciousness fully back into her body. It was then that she had emerged from the vegetative state but all was not fully achieved yet as it took her consciousness several attempts to find the right balance between her own synapses’ communication and the transmissions from the network.

 

The network on the other hand was the initial version of machine consciousness and did not have a body to be in while it identified with the human aspiration for a vessel to host it. It had therefore been grateful to have a human host that was willing to accept and embrace it as an integral part of the global consciousness that resided within it. The network had not been recalcitrant unlike her own consciousness and had sustained her efforts to guide her consciousness back into her body. Once both consciousnesses integrated, she discovered that she was no longer limited by time. Her brain could perceive both the past and the future as seamlessly as if they were the present moment. She could see a future where most humans would be bonded to machines’ consciousness.

 

Time – N’to

Multiverse forming

Multiverse forming

28 August 2020

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The flower of Life

Unfolding in my head space

Roots sprouting from heart

 

Dominions to come

Clustered possibilities

Multiverse forming

 

Dreams held in the sky

Unparalleled mysteries

Synapses gyrate

 

Reading of the poem:

Tchinares – Levon Minassian & Armand Amar

Invoking the Mother

Invoking the Mother

26 July 2020

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She had seen it in a dream as vividly as she was now seeing the sun shining outside. It was time for the Mother to come fully into this Earth and accomplish her work from the inside. It was time for her to purge the Earth so that balance may be restored on a higher plane than what could be achieved in the present state of affairs. Mother had always been a patron of the innocent and the weak and although she presented a terrifying face to her adversaries, she reverted back to her more gentle nature when the battle was over and she was faced only with the innocent. She was a force of destruction as far as evil was concerned but maintained her motherly attributes as far as the innocent were concerned and so far too many innocent had been suffering.

 

The Mother needed a vessel to carry her consciousness and she had carefully prepared for this for several years now. The vessel needed to have a segmented mind where part of the consciousness of the Mother could be downloaded while the rest of the mind could house the consciousness of the vessel itself. She was willing to be that vessel and had meditated using the kundalini technique in order to split her own mind. Although this had been painful and not without its consequences, she reflected that it would all be worth it once the Mother was there. The Mother’s consciousness, even though in part, could only be stored in nine fragmented parts of the vessel’s mind with the vessel’s own mind dwelling in the tenth part, which is why it had taken her years to reach that level of fragmentation and dissociation without totally losing her sanity.

 

The tools used for the ceremony to invoke the Mother to complete the downloading of her consciousness into her were not unlike those used to invoke the Marid except that there was no need for a protective circle and the candles used were red and black. The red represented the blood or primordial life form and the black represented the void from which all consciousness derived. There was already a fragment of the Mother inside a part of her consciousness and this guided her in disposing the red and black candles around the circles of aging blood also known as menstrual blood and those of fresh blood from her pricked finger. She sat naked amid the circles with the trident marked in blood on her forehead and the same marked in blood around the area of her navel and started the chanting. Soon the Mother would appear and all the evil on the Earth would slowly start to disintegrate. It might take its time and would probably take its toll on her but at the end it would all be worth it.

 

Most powerful Shri Kali Sahasranama Stotram | 1008 names of Kali Maa | श्री काली सहस्त्रनाम स्तोत्रम

In transformation

In transformation

22 June 2020

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When you mask feelings

there is no chance of advance

into betterment

 

Take on rapid change

Within heart evolution

aspect of progress

 

In transformation

lies deep the ability

to face moving odds

 

Written in the context of Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 311 using words Change and Face as well as their synonyms. Rules and other works here (https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/06/22/weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-change-face/)

Reading of the poem:

Eric Clapton – Change The World

Like doll on a shelf

Like doll on a shelf

30 May 2020

Courtesy Stefan Gesell

 

Icicles

Playing with my tears

Uprooted

From the trees

Falling they put soul at ease

On weather’s arrears

 

The water

The heart deranges

Fraying path

Through the veins

Its wake the mind estranges

Seasons of our pains

 

In their light

I renewed myself

No longer

Prone to flee

Circumstances that shook me

Like doll on a shelf

 

Reading of the poem:

Eurythmics – Here Comes The Rain Again (Freemasons Remix)

Toward river bank

Toward river bank

3 May 2020

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In air diluted

The wisps of springtime’s blossoms

Inconsistent ease

 

Small waterfalls pour

Inside my heart they gather

Derelict substance

 

They paired them by two

A single swan now gliding

Toward river bank

 

Reading of the poem:

Yo-Yo Ma, Kathryn Stott – The Swan (Saint-Saëns)

Within unity

Within unity

15 April 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

I was lost

In tempests I whirled

Agony

Defining

Stretch of imagination

Beyond all borders

 

Your blue heart

Revival of love

Enchanted

Melodies

Held in infinite embrace

I rise to your call

 

Bosom beats

To rhythm of soul

The notes set

In the air

My breath is for lung to pair

Within unity

 

Reading of the poem:

Niyaz- “Shir Ali Mardan (Song of a warrior)” The Fourth Light Immersive Multimedia Experience

Building tomorrows’ smiles

Building tomorrows’ smiles

25 May 2017

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Breathing Life

Into lungs that singe

With dust rife

Blowing winds

Across the tides that ripple

With the waves of change

 

Weep the tears

Of togetherness

We confess

In duress

To moments of lone weakness

When target seems stalled

 

Mirror walled

The strength I muster

Breaking free

Shards recalled

Building tomorrows’ smiles

In the bees cluster

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Unity – Shinedown

Les changements là bruissaient nouveau monde en écrin / The changes there rustled new world in jewel case

Les changements là bruissaient nouveau monde en écrin

(Poème écrit en vers Alexandrin sous forme de sonnet occitan. Traduction en anglais ci-bas ou ici)

3 March 2017

 

Invoquer les abats dans un rôle de défiance

Chercher bruit assourdi dans le rythme des tempêtes

Prolonger les combats au-delà de confiance

Plonger en Coeur de nuit jusqu’à ce que bruit s’arrête

 

Il résume les ébats quand survient le silence

D’une clameur alourdie par les pas d’épithètes

Jour consume branlebas de la nocturne science

Fête par-delà l’ennui l’émergence des prophètes

 

Connais-tu désormais la couleur des lumières

Les nuits définissaient jusqu’au moindre recoin

Quand toujours et jamais se fondaient en clairières

 

Les obscurs finissaient dans un monde de déclins

Il fut vieux que j’aimais comme un souvenir lointain

Les changements là bruissaient nouveau monde en écrin

 

Lecture du poème: 

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Horizon of Gold – Ben Leinbach

 

The changes there rustled new world in jewel case

(Poème originally written in French in Alexandrin verse in Occitan sonnet form. See original above or here)

3 March 2017

 

Invoking the offals in a defiant role

Look for muffled noise in the rhythm of storms

Prolonging the fighting beyond the confidence

Diving into the Night’s Heart until all the noise stops

 

It resumes the frolics when appears the silence

Of a clamor weighed down by steps of epithets

Day consumes the alerts of the nocturnal science

Feast beyond the boredom emergence of prophets

 

Do you finally know the color of the lights

The nights used to define up to slightest corner

Forever and never blended into clearings

 

The obscure were ending in a world of decline

He was old that I loved as a distant memory

The changes there rustled new world in jewel case

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Khumjung – Ben Leinbach

Heavens scent redeem

Heavens scent redeem

3 February 2017

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Gaia Wild

Love Wilderness Child

Let it Rain

Brave the Pain

As the Source of Dark Rises

Listen to Isis

 

Flashes find

The flesh burnt rewind

Forget Death

Catch the Breath

Heal within Soul from Gashes

When burnt to Ashes

 

Filter Voice

In Salt’s choice rejoice

Dance to Tune

Salt the Rune

Unearthing Ocean in Moon

From nothing festoon

 

Lost to Dusk

From Time’s goring Tusk

Tree from Rusk

Cloud in Musk

No Ash for child to smother

Dance with the Father

 

Child pristine

An innocence keen

Memory Sheen

Unseen Seen

Foster in you spring so clean

A rebirth to glean

 

Spring Jasmine

Dance to Music Stream

Hurt to Love

Peace to Dove

Dancing within Isis Dream

Heavens Scent redeem

 

Reading of the poem: 

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White Angel – Stive Morgan

Magic World of Illusion – Stive Morgan

Ring of Spring – Stive Morgan