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

Into a New Age

Into a New Age

29 October 2017

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Fairy dance

Nibbles at my feet

At Midnight

Witching hour

Time opens up the flower

Petal at a Time

 

I blow rhyme

She blows the bubbles

They reach me

In music

Overcoming the rubble

Of a life crumbling

 

Frame tumbling

Hastiness reflects

Intentions

Set so deep

Inside Heart promises keep

What the mind rejects

 

Send me note

Summon me a flute

We will play

While they shoot

Shadows on the wall the same

Intention in game

 

Hurried steps

Down winding staircase

That the winds

Whistle through

Patterns projected untrue

The light sometimes lies

 

Hear my sighs

I bleed contr’alto

Bridges lift

Heart’s gusto

Takes frozen frame in tempo

Into a New Age

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

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The Mercy of the World – Quinn

I will believe – Quinn

Things once held dear – Quinn

Deliverance

Deliverance

10 September 2016

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The timeloop

Frantic rewinding

The edges

Reminding

Of the jaws of Time grinding

All coming to Halt

 

Forgiveness

A token to ask

Heavy task

Lone shoulders

Sun setting behind boulders

The very last time

 

The Goddess

She preserves all souls

Her imprint

On insoles

In the mutated species

New life as Pisces

 

The children

They announced New Age

When the rage

Covered Earth

All purified by waters

Through heavenly skies

 

Waters flow

From rivers of sage

Shining gills

Receive Light

Spirts beckon to the Sight

Of shores in distance

 

Deliverance

In warmth of twined suns

They gather

Roots of loss

Elements all within toss

Winged creatures are born

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Kyrie – Antaeus

 

Dissolution Time

Dissolution Time

9 August 2016

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Mind racking

Shelves of solutions

Magic books

Sever hooks

Tales twisted by clever crooks

Opportunities

 

Spell woman

Spirit spells nothing

Only heart

Shines bright through

The key to skies in the clue

Code in the heart’s light

 

Eye sees spark

The heart sees morrows

Brittle ends

Beginning

Crossing over skulls and bones

Into new alleys

 

Shiver hard

I breed menestrels

Wilting bard

Composes

More than the feat of Moses

Dreamtime creation

 

Chimera

Bellerophon slays

We have ways

Set in skies

Splitting they shatter the lies

Breaking all the ties

 

Desperate

Measures peak at noon

Dissolution Time

In the rhyme

Where the quakes meet pantomime

Replicating chime

 

Reading of the poem: 

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La Paloma (No More) – Elvis Presley

Only You – Elvis Presley (The Platters)

It’s Now or Never – Elvis Presley

 

Gravity propelled

Gravity propelled

7 November 2015

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From bottomless pit

Between the red and the blue

He rose from split

 

I watched in stillness

As fires ignited core

Red and Blue then fused

 

I walk on Water

One foot set before Other

I walk on the sands

 

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The crowd held me down

Thorny bushes they planted

As the fires burnt

 

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Mother they confuse

This message you flow through me

With me messenger

 

I jumped through timeloop

The Grace of pulls and pushes

Gravity propelled

 

The lighthouse now gleamed

Twelve stars in the seven skies

Red lay within Blue

 

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Diane Arkenstone – The Voice of the Sea