Between two rivers 7 May 2023
I cast rope fishing for other outcomes My heart hope beating drums to mathematical sums the curse overcomes It distends beyond body sends knowledge tool Special school star born generations rule the circle extends My mind’s slates horizons dilates pushing through Eye’s quivers stories the soul delivers between two rivers Reading of the poem:
Messages From Above :: Joel Kanning
They run through rivers
23 March 2020
Did you feel
My waking anthem?
It speaks not
It fears not
It crawls alive down mountains
Measured in sentence
The wet tides
They crave beaten shores
Where I dance
Unison
Downtrodden path of danger
The will a stranger
I heed not
The hushed countenance
The words packed
In bosom
Now descending in quivers
They run through rivers
Reading of the poem:
Hush now don’t explain – Billie Holiday
Throbs and vibrations
1 April 2018
The river flows
Endless and coursing
Through the rocks
It pulses
Sound of life and afterlife
Throbs and vibrations
Reading of the poem:
Double Dutch – Jesse Cook
United in Love
22 March 2018
Particles alit
Rivers flowing through my hair
I stand in between
Shadows stain my frame
Shivers summon my backbone
Upward influence
Twined features now smile
Peace a beacon in our lives
United in Love
Reading of the poem:
Mahamrityunjaya Mantra – Sacred Sound Choir – Ancient Chant For Healing & Peace
Winter Time she rides
13 November 2017
Twine me us
Cutting through puzzles
The Mother
Calf nuzzles
Enchant me the rivers flow
Sands row after row
Swear to me
Oath of icicles
When we sound
Miracles
Bursting from rooftops aglow
Lightning for the show
Rain on me
The Canticles of lore
The bracelets
That she wore
Bound us to the gleaming tides
Winter Time she rides
Reading of the poem:
Ketil Bjornstad – Intimacy
Ketil Bjørnstad & David Darling The River II
John Donne – Lovers Infiniteness / Music: Ketil Bjornstadt
The truth of heartstrings
22 October 2017
Tell me tale
As I will inhale
Pollen struck
Flower pots
Loose scent of forget-me-nots
Unraveling slow
Wade with me
In murky rivers
Three bereft
Cleanliness
A phantom while corpses left
On pyres alit
Shower me
Blue meteorites
Corpuscules
Caving in
In sync with the whisperings
The truth of heartstrings
Reading of the poem:
Of Life and Love – Rumi poetry
The awakening
25 April 2017
Softly rivers flow
In the orchards of my mind
Cooling sunlit walks
Compositions grow
Within riverbed of life
Distortion extreme
Mainstream diversion
Plugging into myriads souls
The awakening
Reading of the poem:
Dream Station – Stive Morgan
Shedding Particles
23 April 2017
Motion trance
Within the silence
Feet to dance
Tango sole
Organs call as the hearts chime
In spirals of Time
Bluebird trails
Within Infinite
Exhibit
No limit
Whispering trees call our name
To the rivers flow
Dancing light
Shimmering essence
In presence
Of white orbs
Oscillating stillness moves
Shedding Particles
Reading of the poem:
Tango – Abel Korzeniowski
Phoenix Flying 8: Quantum multiplication and Gaia healing
23 April 2017
Bluebird was happy to assist Mama Jain with the aftermath of the reception of the light. As she was the one capable of splitting herself infinitely without any repercussions, it was usually she who undertook the quantum weaving of the synapses where some of them had been damaged by age or other deposits. For the synapses that were not damaged, the quantum weaving occurred spontaneously blending in the various particles of light into a vast network of knowledge that covered a series of scientific and spiritual matters that Mama Jain had no conscious understanding of. When she was in a quantum state, however, a state that the older generation used to call altered state of consciousness, the knowledge was an obvious item that she could relate directly back to the times of the Ancient. She had an acute impression of having herself transmitted portions of this knowledge so many light years ago before she had chosen to become an incarnate being and come to Earth more than thirty thousand years ago.
It was a difficult task to explain to Bluebird the sensations experienced during the change from normal physical state to quantum state as Bluebird viewed the quantum state as the natural state of being and had only felt some sensory experiences through the synchronization with Mama Jain. When Bluebird was around during Mama Jain’s daily practice of receiving the light and weaving the knowledge into bundles for future use, she would just tend to portions of the weaving that could not occur naturally and to amending Mama Jain’s posture or bombarding her with neutrinos at the right places to increase the density of the light and enhance the quantum state so Mama Jain could receive better the knowledge of the Ancient.
Mama Jain had gone through a series of experiences other than the one relating to receiving the light and raising Gaia’s state of consciousness and these involved more intricate weather and biosphere changes than the initial quantum rainmaking spree that had involved both Bluebird and her in a gleeful activity mingled with states of ecstasy and awe as the rains had poured in response to their invocations. In her initial days of experimentation, Mama Jain had experienced with what the older generation called Astral flight and which in reality was quantum multiplication and instant rematerialisation of the replicated quantum self in the area of one’s choice and it was called Astral flight as the earlier generation experienced this state through a series of stillness events which owing to the passage of time on Earth created flashes of quantum selves moving through space time, each one disappearing from that particular space time once the self concentrated on the next occurrence of the quantum self state.
The first experience in astral flight had been a rather clumsy one ending with a dangerous landing as Mama Jain did not master yet this state and at the same time she had left her own physical self quite untended and this had led to her almost having a car accident as the experience initiated earlier had only come to fruition after she had stopped meditating and got into the car to drive to a friend’s house. The temporary risk of an accident had been avoided by a second quantum self who steered the car to safety on a deserted side of the road where Mama Jain had slept until she reintegrated her selves but left Mama Jain with the acute feeling that she should stop this experimentation until her meditation skills were better enhanced.
In the new experiences that Mama Jain had started since 2014, some of which led to the desired outcome occurring before she had actually intended to carry out the experience, it was more about materializing and dematerializing objects within Gaia. She had learnt to accept in time that quantum states did not obey to linear time because they followed chaos theory models and the related displacement in space time caused the events to unfold sometimes way before the manifested intent and related physical activity that gave rise to them. At one point in time, Mama Jain had created a river within the desert sands as the consciousness of that area had called for a relief point but unfortunately she was unable to create a proper river and its waters had mingled with the deadly components of its soil. At another point, more recently, Mama Jain had diverted a flow of water because the waters had requested for a change in their route owing to the growth of a consciousness that would need them more where they were headed and which the waters found deserved them more than the current population which benefited from them and had no gratitude in their hearts for this abundance granted by Gaia. Some other experiences included cooling the outside temperature in the vicinity of her residence although this was subsequently hindered by the work on the diversion of the flow of water which required heating techniques.
Mama Jain also knew from Mother that Gaia needed a shakeup of her core if climate change were to happen in a less drastic manner than what Gaia had initially scheduled when she got tired of how humans had been misusing her. Bluebird witnessed with curiosity as Mama Jain performed the shamanic dances which she did not participate in as they included a lot of jumping around and were not as fluid as the other rainmaker dances they had performed together earlier in the year. Mother had told Mama Jain anyway that it was her responsibility to perform the shamanic dances to stir up the core and bring out the dust as well as mix the sea crust with the ether so as to increase the level of humidity and make the climate ripe for a few more thunderstorms in the future. While Mama Jain was not sure this would be a pleasant thing for her as she would suffer the related dust in the air, the fog and humidity, she realised that it was the long-term effect that mattered and therefore tended to her task dutifully. Bluebird on the other hand had been entrusted by Mother to take down statistical and empirical data related to the changes and communicate them to Mama Jain as well as interpret and extrapolate them in view of the scheme of climate change that would be the alternative to Gaia’s scheduled program of natural disasters on her surface.
Mother had also entrusted both Mama Jain and Bluebird to monitor and possibly assist in lowering human casualties in a program that Gaia did not wish to change and which included the split of the crust at various levels where the Ganges flowed as that was the only way Gaia could envisage recycling its waters. Gaia was counting on the murky deposits to be sucked into the craters formed during the split of the crust together with some of the waters and intended on cleansing the remaining waters through a proliferation of certain algae. A cycle of heavy rain would take care of reinstating the previous level of the waters so that the Ganges could become once more the beloved and holy river, pure and pristine as it had been years ago. Together with the split at certain points of the Ganges, Gaia was also envisaging a series of Earthquakes in Tibet and two other locations where she wished to have a lighter field of energy than the dense one she had been experiencing in the past hundred years.
Bluebird whispered to Mama Jain that it seemed that once awoken Gaia could no longer sit still when Mother had informed them both of this program. Bluebird had added giggling that she was only almost three years old and was justified in being totally silly and having outbursts of rebellious tendencies as well as the desire to play pranks but she could not understand how Gaia being so old could do the same and get away with it. Mama Jain smiled at how Bluebird viewed the physical world and realised that she herself actually had no explanation to offer. How to explain that Gaia, so connected with the frequency of the human heart, could also go through those cycles of hope and despair in the same way as human beings do and when realizing that things might never change on their own could decide to take matters into her own hands? Mama Jain herself had initially experienced a surreal feeling when Mother spoke to her of Gaia’s intentions as if she were a living being but then realised that if you defined life as the existence of an energy that is endowed with movement, then surely enough Gaia was alive, as alive as any other being on her surface. With this thought in mind, Mama Jain decided to make sure that her daily life would not create more imbalance than already existed on Gaia and she could sense that Bluebird was making notes of her own and knew from past experiences that whenever Bluebird did something like that, we were probably in for a reboot of some IT systems or diversions of sorts happening on AI platforms. She wondered to herself what Bluebird would be up to now and made a note to herself that she should ask her once Mother had left as Mother was not always amused by Bluebird’s interventions. Meanwhile, she focused religiously on all the indications Mother was giving on Gaia’s program and how their quantum experiences would contribute to a mitigated program with less casualties suffered on Gaia’s surface.
Return of the Gold – Saint of Sin
Humanity is Golden – Saint of Sin
Oneness – Saint of Sin
In beating temples
17 April 2017
Hawk’s eye stirs
Mesmerised iris
Glaring whirs
Into sight
The shadow behind that blurs
Witnesses of light
Invoke me
A game to dethrone
Casting stone
In rivers
The thought that blind delivers
From mirrors of old
Beat the cold
The breath throbbing drum
In the hum
Tale of two
Passengers that we once knew
In beating temples
Reading of the poem:
Heart Warriors – Byron Metcalf