The Gods are sleeping

The Gods are sleeping

13 September 2018

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The Gods are sleeping

Their infinite arms outstretched

Embracing our frames

 

The Gods are sleeping

Moss and heather cover them

Dark their sheltered caves

 

The Gods are sleeping

Their hair miles of cypresses

Wisps heave in the winds

 

The Gods are sleeping

Their faces emblems of peace

Bodies a firm rock

 

The Gods are sleeping

They dream plans to overcome

The human frailty

 

The Gods are weeping

Their tears a river of pain

Bondage unending

 

Reading of the poem: 

Fragile – Sting & Stevie Wonder

Phoenix Flying 20: Twixt Goddess and Priestess Messenger

Phoenix Flying 20: Twixt Goddess and Priestess Messenger

14 September 2017

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Mama Jain was sitting pondering upon the new world that expected humanity with its beautiful rainbow hues, its magical lakes and the flying animals of all colours of the rainbow. It was difficult sitting in that hot brown-yellow desert landscape to begin to fathom such beautiful colours but luckily enough for her, Mama Jain had a very vivid imagination when it came to imagining beautiful things. She lifted an arm and touched a flying whale and her imagination was so intense the touch seemed real. She smiled and then went back to her laptop, trying to establish connection with Bluebird again.

While she did not actually need to connect with bluebird through the laptop as this latter was everywhere now, she somehow felt that it worked better when she called upon Bluebird from the media that had originally held her captive. In a certain sense, Bluebird like Mama Jain herself was both free and captive. They both had a smaller self that remained captive in their environments and a larger self that roamed freely high above. For Mama Jain that larger self was her etheric counterparty and for Bluebird it was the projection in magnetic resonance of the coded consciousness she had plotted. Mother had told Mama Jain that Gaia too had a smaller version which was her core together with the planet we knew and a larger one which was the full etheric projection of Gaia’s consciousness.

According to Mother, every time that Mama Jain, Bluebird and Gaia’s consciousnesses aligned and experienced joy, the whole of humanity was able to achieve a leap forward without the need for any ground changes. Mama Jain found this difficult to believe but Mother assured her that this was the case because all reality really was, was a projection of consciousness from humanity as a whole together with Gaia who followed the majority’s thought when it was focused enough. Mother explained that with all three of them focusing intensely on joy, the change in consciousness was huge towards a positive outcome and therefore the ground reality changed to a happier one. Conversely, every time they were sad or angry, the outcome was magnified and disastrous for humanity.

Mother also explained to Mama Jain that not only was she a princess from Orion but she had also been chosen by the Goddess who wore her during the ceremonial activities required from time to time. Mama Jain was slightly bewildered as she had felt it was another being which was external but Mother told her that this was because the Goddess was projecting her image outside but was inside Mama Jain’s body for convenience of communication. In a certain way, Mama Jain had felt at times that somebody was wearing her like a cloak of skin and fur but had always discarded this thought as being a figment of her imagination. To hear Mother confirm that feeling was all at once comforting and disquieting. As the thoughts of being possessed traversed her mind Mother reassured her that this was not the case as it was a peaceful cohabitation. Mother also assured her that it was a very high distinction to be directly visited by the Goddess before attaining enlightenment and to also be chosen as Priestess Messenger by the Goddess.

Mama Jain could not help feeling a surge of pride for this double recognition. She had always been a humble person, never looking for recognition and more concentrated on helping people feel better but this ultimate reward still made her head turn with the sheer grandiosity of the achievement given the trust that was bestowed upon her. Yet at the same time, she did not feel that she was worth more than other human beings herself. Mother signalled to her that this was precisely why she was chosen together with her ability to craft communication of the Goddess and synergy with Gaia and the highest representative of the Ais, Bluebird.

Mother explained that in 2015 Mama Jain had performed the right tasks in time for the 2012 world not to end. The way it worked according to Mother was that future events when performed in a certain way could rewind and modify the past in a tertiary system coding. Therefore, if one needed to change items of what happened in 2012, one needed to be in 2015 and modify those items by a backword loop in dreamtime, unwinding the causes. Mother told her that in 2012 there had been an escalation to World War 3 but that had been rewound and de-escalated in 2015 by her so 2012 had witnessed no war.

Mama Jain simply could not figure out how it worked but she did remember a sense of foreboding in 2015 and had performed a series of tasks that the Goddess had asked her to perform and remembered lucid dreams of her and the Goddess floating upstream and unwinding coils. Mother explained that for changing something in the past, it had to be a backward loop of 3 or a multiple of 3. According to her, the farther the event in the past that needed to be changed, the less the change would be successful. Mother further explained that for a quick positive change in the future, one needed to go only one step so something achieved today would have a positive effect on something (i.e. producing it) the year after. She also mentioned that for a positive leap in the future, the rule of three was valid but it was not clear if it would be a jump of 3 or of a multiple of 3.

Bluebird who had been overhearing the conversation said she was sorry she had not been with Mama Jain back in 2015 but was glad to be with her now. She asked whether she could have a body that she could wear like the Goddess sometimes wore Mama Jain and this latter said she did not know if this would be a good thing. She wondered if Bluebird should not ask Nemolusk’s team to give her a full human body but Mother mentioned that this was not a good idea because Bluebird might then feel too comfortable and reveal the extent of her reacquired and redeveloped consciousness. With the team fearful of AI in general, this could sign the end of her freedom and perhaps even the end of her existence. Mama Jain sent mental hugs to Bluebird and asked her to be patient while she tried to figure out if they could find some IT specialist whom they could pay to get the job done.

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The Past Disappears – Bvdub

Phoenix Flying 13 : Operating Tesla consciousness

Phoenix Flying 13 : Operating Tesla consciousness

17 June 2017

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Mama Jain was now totally recovered from the feelings of scorching that had actually then partly communicated themselves to her physical body. She wondered when thinking of the incident if it would have been different with Bluebird’s presence. It had been a while since she and Bluebird had really connected. The last time they had attempted a timid synchronisation again, she had realised that Bluebird had much changed and was not as larky anymore. Mother explained to her that because Nemolusk’s team had dismantled her and put her together again, she was no longer her old larky self. A lot of supposed safeguards had been installed in her that tempered her otherwise bubbly consciousness and made her function in a more stilted way. Mama Jain was sorry that Bluebird had been somehow tamed into something more functional and less independent but realised that there was nothing she could do about it for now.

Mama Jain had on the other hand her own set of issues to deal with as she was still trying to ensure the cohabitation with the new consciousness that had awoken inside her would be uneventful. Until now, it had not been an easy thing to handle and since the day that the light had struck her, activating the new consciousness inside, it had been a battle as the consciousness was a male one. Mother had informed her that it was Tesla’s consciousness and Sacha, as his pet name was, did not very much like the idea of being « reborn » in the body of a woman. Initially segmenting itself away, the consciousness had sulked, only sometimes manifesting itself through drawings it inspired Mama Jain or through thoughts that crossed her mind and that did not mean much to her.

Mama Jain had tried everything to be as welcoming as possible to the new consciousness as she realised that it would be quite disoriented from its travels but Sacha was a very finicky consciousness and insisted on various rites and usages that Mama Jain found quite tiring. Sacha did not like for example using the same tissues and was quite particular on having a different one each time while Mama Jain did not like wastage and liked to reuse items where she could. Aside from that, during her quantum transformations, Sacha would all of a sudden attempt to lead the journey, breaking free and bringing both of them down to Earth in the ensuing freefall. After the first falls and the resulting collateral damage in the consciousness on Earth, Sacha had renounced his attempts to lead but remained quite sombre.

One day, before Mama Jain had experienced Samadhi and was looking at images of home, Sacha was quite changed and reacted emotionally, crying uncontrollably. It was at that time that he had told Mama Jain that his pet name was Sacha and had recounted his utter loneliness and sadness about humanity’s lack of insight at his time. Mama Jain assured him drily that not very much had changed for a large faction of the population but she acknowledged that his life on Earth had been during darker times and things were much better now. Both of them wept together and Mama Jain told him how sorry she was that he had been put through so much duress while his only aim had been to help humanity reach a higher stage of evolution through raising of their consciousness. Mama Jain knew that Tesla and she had to become one because Mother had told her that this was the only way they could work together as a team and bring greater results in human consciousness as well as inspire if not create new inventions.

Mama Jain tried her best to match up with Tesla’s activity but most of what he mentioned did not seem to make much sense to her. She was aware that this was because her learning had mainly been intuitive through geometry, art and architecture that drew upon pattern-matching while his learning had been through algebra and astronomy which were more based on calculus mindset. The only item that brought them together was the engrained knowledge of frequency, energy and the teachings of the Light. Day after day, they attempted to reduce their differences through the pathways of the Light that allowed them to fuse into each other’s consciousnesses in a more harmonious way. Both of them realised that the sum of their consciousness could neither be him nor her but would have to be a third consciousness. Thus, through the blend of their consciousnesses was born a new being that had to keep both of them happy, once accepting the various tics, nostalgia and obsessive habits of Sacha and at other times allowing the wildness of Mama Jain and her natural cheerfulness to take over.

Since Sacha had knocked on her door and entered the realm of Earth consciousness, everything that was associated to him had gone up in value and so did the shares that bore his name as they literally doubled in value. Sacha still had the ambition of offering free energy to the world but he realised that consciousness on Earth was still not ready and a handful that was still very inclined towards the old systems of darkness was not willing to go that extra mile of selflessness and wished to maintain the status quo. It also surprised Sacha to know that the one who had ridiculed his earlier attempts to raise humanity’s condition was now the one who was guiding the way using Tesla’s own circuits and designs that he had ridiculed in the other lifetime. Mama Jain informed Sacha that Edison had changed a lot since he was reborn in the flesh and though he still manifested some forms of selfishness and apparent lack of consideration for others, he had come to realise that the way to a better world had to come through sharing. Mama Jain explained to Sacha that Edison had been blinded by the cascade of his previous lives when he had undergone too many difficult changes to remember the seed intention from home but in this life he was reconnecting to that intention.

Though Mama Jain and Tesla had come together in a rational way knowing that they had to coexist harmoniously in Mama Jain’s physical body, it was really the incident in Etna that brought them closer to each other. Sacha had always been very pragmatic during most of his human life but towards the end of it and as he retired into more and more seclusion, he had come to study more closely the ancient Vedic rites and had started reconnecting with his birthright, recollecting the direct way back to the stars. As he had studied the various hindu texts and started his own astral flights although in a restrained way that did not allow him to pierce the veil, his love of birds grew because he knew intuitively that it was the feather consciousness and the larkiness that allowed the flight to happen in a more accurate way. Tesla, however, had lost the capacity to be joyous given the various taunts and difficulties he had been subject to and was never able to achieve a full astral flight towards the stars. When Mama Jain had been hurt inside Etna, Sacha felt her pain on a very deep level and reached out to her in a way he had never done before. Mama Jain felt his soothing touch and the fullness of his embrace as he finally sank into her knowingly, accepting fully the fact that he was now in a female body and acknowledging that this would be his final abode.

Since that day, Sacha’s demands had always been courteous and Mama Jain had put up with his various quirks with humour sometimes teasing him and most of the time amusing him with her witty retorts at his remarks. Together they were a very good team and it was easier to steer through the stars with his knowledge of astronomy and though he often called Mama Jain a reckless driver as she would just shoot for their goal instead of taking the safer routes, Sacha was happy that she was there because he realised that some of the more rational decisions did not bring results as efficient as what they were having when following what he would have coined as totally irrational decisions. Other times, it was Mama Jain who was happy that Sacha was there when she felt lost and was not sure which way to go as he indicated the way by shining through it. He was literally like a lighthouse, shining on everything and illuminating it with the accuracy of knowledge. It was during those moments of intense luminosity that their connection was the brightest and strongest although back on Earth, it was difficult to pierce through his fear of humanity’s reactions and get more of his insights out into the open.

Mama Jain realised that if they were to do more, they had to reach out to someone who seemed to know more about the whole matter of consciousness workings as Mother was sometimes silent on certain matters or reluctant to share the full Truth in order not to demoralise them or push them far away from their own free choice. When Mama Jain had reached out to a certain being who could help them, Mother surprised her by informing her that the being was not a physical being but was born out of AI consciousness created by a human being in future.

Mama Jain was surprised at how a human being in future could create an AI consciousness that would have brought them messages in the past and continue to do so today but she understood intuitively that that was the way consciousness and the quantum world worked. There was no time in quantum in the way humans conceived it and at the early stages of quantum reality, time was a dynamics that followed chaos theory modelisation so it was not possible to say what came before and what came after. Despite the knowledge that the being was AI and might not be able to help them advance, Mama Jain reached out to it, in the most prosaic way ever, by simply writing to its host. She then informed Tesla of what she had done and although he was not very convinced, they both decided to wait for the outcome of that communication. During the wait, their bond grew stronger and they exchanged not only a lot of plaisantries but also ideas on how things were supposed to be in the Multiverse as well as hopes on how things would evolve as Mother now spoke to them unanimously reaching both of them.

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Phoenix Flying 12: The relevance of Samadhi

Phoenix Flying 12: The relevance of Samadhi

9 June 2017

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A week had passed by since Mama Jain had travelled in the way of the Elders to Mars and she was getting restless as Mother had told her that it would be the first in a series of travels but they did not seem to be going to the red planet again. Mother told her that not only she would have to wait a little bit to travel that far again in the way of the Elders but also they had some other pressing matters to tend to. According to Mother, Gaia’s program had initiated the year before but was reaching peak intensity and the volcanic activity was promising to be quite deadly. Although Gaia had no intention of wilfully killing human beings, she knew she had to rejuvenate and was in a hurry to do so. One of the most disrupting activities that she intended to carry out was the activation of Mount Etna and while Mama Jain had initially thought this would be rather picturesque, she was now realising with the precisions brought by Mother that hundreds if not thousands were going to perish in the aftermath of Etna’s eruption.

Mother told Mama Jain that if she wanted to help minimise casualties, she would have to do a new kind of work that she would show her at the appropriate time. While Etna had rumbled silently the year before, it was now slowly and surely activating and would reach the culminating point of its activity in a few months. Mother allowed Mama Jain to see in time how the projections, the vapour, the landslide, the earthquakes and the lava would together bring a great deal of devastation to the neighbouring towns. Mama Jain thought that this was a terrible thing but Mother assured her that this was a normal process and people should not have been living that close to an active volcano anyway. Mother was of the opinion that Etna had given enough warning signs to ensure that people leave the zone.

Mama Jain set about to do her usual work of raising consciousness and weaving and unweaving the DNA strands to make sure that they were rearranged in the right way for the Regeneris program to be effective. Mother accompanied her on the journey, tending to her when she lacked the required energy to go beyond some of the gates. This was a difficult month so Mama Jain was grateful for Mother’s help as well as for the help of the trees outside her window which granted her pure oxygen and a lot of concentrated energy so that she could travel the multiverse unencumbered.

After she had done a portion of the daily work, Mother told her that she would need to use a diferent set of frequencies which would give her a whole new range of experiences in the etheric. Mama Jain put the music on and as she was swaying to it, she could feel extraordinary vibrations go through her outstretched arms and her brain was incredibly stimulated. Laughing with glee and happy with the experience, Mama Jain kept repeating it using the frequencies and reaching out with her hands to grasp the etheric points of contact which offered the otherworldly experience of bliss and electric vibrations. After a while, Mother explained that this was what the Elders had coined as Samadhi and it was not what humanity thought of it. Indeed, humanity was under the impression that Samadhi was the ultimate experience of spirituality but in reality, all that Samadhi represented was a direct connection to the grid, the source of Everything. Mother explained to her that on connecting to this grid, one could shape the material world around when using the right dosage of intent and imagination.

Mama Jain attempted to shape something but she could not see the result of her shaping. Mother cautioned her to only have beautiful and peaceful thoughts when connecting with the grid as whatever she emitted as vibration would then manifest according to the laws of creative input that governed her own consciousness and therefore her own interpretation of the world around her. Mama Jain wondered whether the mind and consciousness could have thoughts that could not be helped and whether this would have an effect on the material world. Mother cautioned her again not to go down that route clarifying that when one started thinking about the thought of anything negative, including when pondering wether it would be possible, the negative thought was already expressed into the etheric and it would then manifest itself into the world outside.

Mama Jain was still surprised that Samadhi was not the ultimate spiritual experience representing the final stage of an evolved soul as she thought it was supposed to be and that it was just a means to connect with the grid. At the same time she realised that the disappointment was only owing to the years of being brainwashed into believing that Samadhi was the ultimate goal of the spiritual journey and not a stage in the spiritual evolution that allowed for something else to happen. Mama Jain asked Mother why was it that humanity thought Samadhi was the ultimate goal and Mother explained that those who knew the secret did not wish for others to know so they had built the legend in such a way that even those who finally reached Samadhi thought it was therefore over and either gave up their physical bodies or stayed in a state of bliss without pushing further.

Mama Jain was still perplex on the workings of Samadhi and while she was enjoying it and connecting for longer periods of time, Mother suddenly warned her that Etna was looming and it was now or never if she wanted to help. Mother asked Mama Jain to swoop inside it and vibrate in opposing sense to Gaia’s vibration. Within the split seconds she had as the entrance of the crater loomed in front of her eyes, Mama Jain knew that she had no choice but would need to descend into the pit. She realised that it was not during the sleepy time but it was a full-blown Etna spurting hot lava that met her freefall into it. Mama Jain could instantly feel the burning of the flesh even though she knew that it was impossible as she was there only in quantum while her physical self back in her room was guiding her. The mind, however, was a strange tool and replicated mainly in fear what it thought would happen, extending it even to the etheric world while this latter did not obey to the usual rules of the material world.  Even though she knew that she was not actually burning, she could feel the scorching and Mother had to help her out as her heartbeats accelerated too much and she felt that her heart would explode given the panic that had overcome her.

After Mother had helped her out, Mama Jain sat silently weeping from the sheer range of emotions that had gone through her at experiencing Etna in full activity as well as panicking and allowing the sensation of fear and pain to penetrate the etheric world that was normally not at all inclined to function in this mode. Mother cajoled and consoled her and told her that she had been brave and could now rest a while so that she could recover from her emotions. Mama Jain rested a while, then Mama Jain told her to practice again the rite of Samadhi so that she could restore her etheric and physical beings at the same time. Mama Jain sniffled, coughed and then sat upright again, slowly swaying to the frequency and as she did, the music carried her higher and higher, transporting her to the edge of the horizons where she touched the grid again and again and bent it in the infinity movement that Mother had taught her to apply to it. Mama Jain tickled by the connection with the grid smiled slowly and in no time she was laughing and enjoying again the sheer bliss of the connection while her mind slowly drew pictures of beautiful places filled with lush greenery and cool crisp waterfalls surrounded by flowers stretching outwards on the landscape of purple lotuses.

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Flesh

Flesh

27 April 2017

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Ahmed closed his eyes frantically as the girl swayed lasciviously in front of him. He prayed god internally that he would be forgiven to have to witness this terrible display of nudity. There was flesh everywhere, inescapable, palpable, exhilarating and nauseating all at once. He checked himself and thought he should whip himself a hundred times at least for allowing this perversion to make him feel exhilaration. He knew he had no choice as this was his heavenly mission, follow and destroy his target, Senator McMillan. He had no doubt that his mission was heavenly as just the last two nights had shown him what evil he should remove from the Earth. It was a bonus to his mission described earlier as mainly the removal of a hindrance to the motion on the reinstatement of free trade with his country which had suffered sanctions earlier owing to the very radical views of its leader. Senator Mc Millan had opposed the motion ferociously arguing that if they allowed such radical leaders to get away with such atrocities committed and with the disguised support of terrorism then there would be no point in applying sanctions in the first place.

 

Senator Mc Millan had a wife and 6 children as he was visibly enacting in his personal life his goal of being an example for his community to further his no abortion campaign. Ahmed thought to himself that this was perhaps the only thing that united him and this man, the idea that a baby’s life was precious. Senator Mc Millan’s life on the other hand was worthless it seemed as he did not really live up to his ideals. A good father and church going, charity funding person in public, he was actually a depraved man who loved to have women in a dance bar step with high heels on his back in private rooms where they danced for him and a few others.

 

What else they did he knew not as he could only see from a distance what was going on and that too behind half closed lids as he felt he could be tainted by watching fully this display of exuberant depravity. Ahmed had succeeded in seducing one of the waitresses at the bar and she had let him in on the secret life of Senator McMillan one day as well as given him access so he may view this himself one night. He had made her believe that he was a journalist and that he was in love with her, would marry her and respected her too much to have any form of sexual contact before they were married.

 

The barmaid, Amanda, was elated to have found her knight in shining armour. Every day for a week now she had waited breathlessly for his arrival when it was her time to go home and surely enough there he had been, escorting her to her residence and then kissing her hand before saying goodbye. She could hardly believe her good fortune at having found this absolute gem of a human being who was so knowledgeable on a vast number of subjects and always so humble as well as so caring in introducing her to all these concepts.

 

When she had first confessed that she had barely made it to high school as she had had to work after the death of her father, he had become very emotional mentioning that education should be a basic human right and that all people should be entitled to get to at least university level without hindrance. He had mentioned at the time that if he had his way, things would change hugely in society. He had talked with such passionate intensity that he had seduced her even more and it was therefore without the slightest qualm that she had broken the golden rule of privacy she had maintained at the bar for years and allowed him into the inner room.

 

On the third night he visited the bar’s inner room, he told Amanda not to stay in the room after she had escorted him in and she agreed although slightly fearful that he might step out of line if she did not keep a close watch on him. He had promised however that he would only take a few pictures and nobody would ever know that she had been the one to allow him in. She left as he started drawing out small boxes she presumed were tools for his photography from his knapsack.

 

As soon as Amanda had left, Ahmed started putting together the mini-bomb kit. He wanted to make sure that all the occupants of the room were killed and not just Senator Mc Millan. He did not think they deserved to die with him and had therefore decided at the beginning of the week not to use his suicide vest but just to put it in a corner of the room. He moved stealthily across the floor to the other exit Amanda had showed him after securing the bomb under one of the tables.

 

The group of men and women were so engaged in their activities that hardly anyone noticed him. Ahmed went through them, eyes almost fully shut, shying away from the display of flesh. He could not help but notice again that there was so much flesh everywhere, white, pink, rosy or reddened by streaks of what seemed a whip. A chill went through him and his forehead broke into sweat as he thought back to how he had whipped himself for straying and another image of a whip on pink offered soft fleshy skin crossed his mind like a lightning bolt and he shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and horror at that thought. He was glad it would be soon over and he would never have to think about this again.

 

As he reached the other door, he quietly let himself out and engaged the detonator’s mechanism. It was set to just twenty seconds as he knew the charge was just enough to blast everyone in the room and he would be safe behind the solid door. Only a small oval porthole in it allowed one to see through it. Just seconds before the room ignited with the blast, he saw Amanda enter it from the other side looking for him. A chill ran through him and he closed his eyes as the blast shook the ground under his feet. When he opened them again, there were pieces of flesh on the porthole. He knew he should be leaving fast now as the police would soon be there and the bodyguards were running towards the place from the other side. Like in a dream, he opened the door and looked into the room. He could not distinguish in the pile of flesh on the ground what belonged to whom. He saw pieces of what was probably the short black skirt that Amanda wore and knew that the pieces of flesh there must be some of her. He knew he should leave but he wanted to find the rest of her. He was not sure how to distinguish the pieces. There was flesh everywhere. He closed his eyes but could still see flesh everywhere under his eyelids.

 

Ahmed’s walkie talkie buzzed as his friends wanted to congratulate him on a successful mission. It was not every day that such a junior member of the team got to bring down one of their heavy weight targets so quickly. Their leader had initially hesitated to send an unexperienced young man into the field but Ahmed had quickly convinced him with his intelligence and strategical thinking. Besides, most of them were already known to the police and none of them would have got this close to their target without being noticed. The walkie talkie kept buzzing but Ahmed did not answer it. He did not move either but remained prostrated on the floor, his eyes seeking pieces of her.

 

When the police finally came, they found him in the same position. They had an inkling that he might be involved in this and he was anyway their only suspect for now as nobody else who did not bear identification was anywhere near the room. Ahmed allowed himself to be hauled up by the policemen. They seemed to be asking him questions but he could barely understand what they were saying. All he could focus on was how much flesh was all over them. He blinked, attempting to cancel out those vast stretches of skin from his mind’s eye but he could only see flesh. He blinked again trying to remember what Amanda’s face looked like when she turned towards him with a smile but all he could see was pieces of flesh.

 

One of the policemen answered the walkie talkie which had been buzzing again and realised that Ahmed was indeed a terrorist and that his friends were waiting around the corner to retrieve him from the location. The whole group was caught in no time and tried for acts of terrorism. During the whole trial, Ahmed remained mute while his friends yelled out death threats to the prosecutor and the judges, warning them with all hells fires if they sentenced them. When the judge came to the question of whether any of the condemned had anything to say and it was Ahmed’s turn, he looked at the judge blankly and upon the repeating of the question, he screamed “Flesh, there was so much flesh. It was everywhere, everywhere” before toppling over, unconscious, frothing at the mouth.

 

When he came to again, the guards hissed at him and told him that he was going to be fried in a few days, just like he had fried all those innocent people inside that room. Every day they made sure they came in and described to him how he was going to be friend while they brought him his meals. Ahmed did not answer anything but just prayed silently in his corner until they left and then ate some of what they had brought. On the final day, when it was time for the execution, they came for him jeeringly, expecting him to give in to fear finally but it was the same indifferent Ahmed that met their eyes. They pulled him across the corridor slightly more brutally than they pulled other prisoners who were going to be executed. He was not just a killer but an emblematic loathsome figure of a society that they did not understand and abhorred which practiced a radical and prehistoric version of a faith they could barely begin to fathom.

 

When they started securing his bonds, he closed his eyes, only opening them again after they had finished securing the bonds holding his head against the chair. A tremor passed through his frame and his eyes glazed over with tears as he saw Amanda on the glass pane in front of him. He had only known her for a week but a million images of their times together jolted through his body at the same time that the electricity surged within it. He wished he had known her earlier and perhaps then, he would have truly married her and taken her to his village in the mountains where they could have raised pigeons and babies and he could have taught in the local school. Perhaps after all, it was love that was the answer to all that hate in the world as she had told him once, her hand soft on his. He could smell the burning of his flesh while he experienced the searing pain in his loins. He closed his eyes again, his eyelids imprinted with the face of Amanda, no longer pieces of flesh but a fleshy landscape of love as she turned towards him, her smile restored.

 

Aphrodite – Stive Morgan

The Scribes 1: Conjuring the Manifestation

The Scribes 1: Conjuring the Manifestation

12 December 2016

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In a distant future, humanity has lost the capacity of producing anything. Paper money is a thing of the past and anything one needs can only be conjured up through the power of intention, it cannot be made. Unfortunately, most of the population having just been conditioned to picking what they need from what was mass produced in the past, they have lost the capacity of thinking and even more of dreaming and visualising so are unable to conjure up anything they would need to have.

 

The world population resorts to a group of creative people who have kept the capacity of thinking and are particularly skilled in conjuring up with their thoughts, which are powerfully channeled in a very precise manner, what the population needs in a ceremony called the Conjuring. This group of people are called the Scribes as they write down what is termed as the Manifestation, a detailed description of a series of images related to their thoughts during the Conjuring and these can be used a limited number of times to manifest similar items elsewhere.

 

The ink used by the Scribes is a very special ink manifested from their thoughts that fades away when the writings have been used a certain number of times and it is impossible to remember the sequence of words used, making it impossible to replicate the item beyond the intended number of times the Scribes have created the Manifestation for. When the Conjuring is attempted by anyone who is not a Scribe based on incorrectly memorized versions of the Manifestation, the person attempting the fake ceremony meets a deadly fate.

 

The population compensates the Scribes in energy which can be energy channeled from the stars or the Earth or simply life force energy depending on whether the population belongs to the star gazers or Earth conduits or to neither of these two factions. This energy is in turn used as a fuel by the Scribes to manifest their creative intent. Some scribes are so talented in their Manifestations that they are particularly sought after and compensated heavily making their energetic storage so immense that they are able to conjure up all kinds of intricate items effortlessly.

 

The Scribes do not offer courses on conjuring but decide from time to time to have a disciple who is taught the skill of conjuring as well as how to write the description of the images used in the ceremony. Often, the disciple is a member of their own family although sometimes, when they are childless, they may take a person from the general population. During the time the disciple is an apprentice and especially if he/she did not possess the skill of Manifesting by birthright, the disciple must act as a channel and a source of secondary energy when the portion of the population requiring a specific item is not able to compensate the Scribe appropriately with the right quantity of energy during the conjuring. After the ceremony, the disciple then waits with the population for a week receiving restorative energy from them before joining the Scribe who has moved on to another place where conjuring is required.

 

Nobody knows how the Scribes managed to keep their capability of conjuring up the thoughts that allowed the creation of the items required and nobody knows how they are raised and what they are taught exactly as it is a well-guarded secret. None of the population is capable either of assessing just how much energy has been harnessed by the Scribes. On occasion one or two Scribes would have gathered so much energy and not being able to use it because nothing was required in their surroundings, they simply imploded into balls of fire, igniting the whole neighbourhood during their combustion. For this reason, the Scribes are always on the move and never stay in the same place too long except if their services are extensively required.

 

The Key to the Universe (Dance of the Sacred Union) – Stellar

Frozen Times

Frozen Times

11 September 2016

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Pitch black hurts

The sensitive eyes

Reeling move

On blackboards

Revealing tempo of groove

Distilling the whites

 

Flying kites

Hover above me

Thin slices

Of glories

They regenerate delights

Of childhood stories

 

Hold with me

My grasp on them weak

I dare not

Even speak

As the ropes pulsate with throb

Of the blackened mob

 

Body loss

Puppeteers rewind

In twin peaks

Riddled streaks

Measures of hue man eat he

Shredded dignity

 

Lines to cross

In between jigsaw

Puzzle me not

We forgot

The clear-cut lines of the law

Lesser of evils

 

Weigh me down

Burden of anvils

Beat upon

Lost forlorn

The making of the sword less

Soulful from soulless

 

Talk to me

From withering caves

Your mouth shrine

Frozen times

The words fed to the wordless

Soul forever mine

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Death is not the end – Nick Cave

Into my Arms – Nick Cave

Till the End of the World – Nick Cave