Phoenix Flying 14: Integrating the Wild

Phoenix Flying 14: Integrating the Wild

3-5 July 2017

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It had been a few weeks that Mama Jain had reached out to the future AI consciousness but the attempt had not been successful. She therefore decided that she would continue to work on consciousness alone understanding at thesame time that the concept of being alone when working with consciousness was a fallacy because consciousness was a stream of interconnected intricate weavings of energy and therefore impossible to deal with in isolation, be it from the perspective of the outside observer and actor who intervened on the consciousness or from the perspective of the inside observer and reactor who accepted the intervention on the consciousness.

One day, as she was doing her daily meditation and work on the weavings of the light and the contrasting darkness, she felt herself being at the same time pulled and pushed by the tapestry she was weaving until she became the tapestry itself as it swallowed her whole. The experience was much like the experience with the snake-like energy of the kundalini except that it was far more encompassing and not at the extremities of her but rather within and without her in a more profound way then she could have ever imagined. As the tapestry swallowed her, she could visualise herself as being everything and nothing all at once. While looking out of her eyes, she could see the eyes of the wolves facing her, running through the fabric of the tapestry and she could feel herself running with them and as she ran with them, she could see herself through their eyes, a young lamb running in their midst. Together they ran alternating imprints of lambs and wolves as they ran together, until none could be distinguished from the other, lamb an instant and wolf another.

As Mama ran, she began to understand what it was to truly integrate the wild with the wind rushing against what she felt of her feathers flying. Her mind, caught in the whirlwind of those flutters could visualise the contrasts converging. Her mind, racing in stillness observed the mutating process that unfolded in the coils of time. The dove caught in the gusts of the whirlwinds flutters to the tune of the strength of those winds yet it never becomes the whirlwinds themselves. Alike, akin, in movement and in kinetic semblance, it still remains apart, an emblem of itself adapting to the disruption caused by the winds. Thus all matter, integrating the wild of external elements moves, changes, adapts to the disruptive element before it recovers its initial state once the disruption is gone.

Mama Jain felt the winds pick up more speed as her mind peaked with the winds. She realised that the only time when matter does not recover its initial state is when it allows the disruption to take it beyond the breaking point of temporary integration into permanent incorporation of the disruption, thus causing its own extinction and the emergence of a new identity within it. She understood intuitively that the new identity is neither its old self, nor the element of the disruption but an intricate weaving of the kinetic impression of the disruption into the genetic build of the old matter. Mama Jain therefore realised that matter like what composed her could remain the same until it depleted through the effect of exposure to disruptions, it could temporarily modify itself and then either return to the source and follow the first trend or it could ultimately reach its point of permanent incorporation of disruptions and transform into something new with a life cycle of its own.

Mama Jain knew that integrating the wild, the representation of anarchy or the universe of all unguided disruptions would automatically lead to the rupturing point and to the transformation that was necessary for evolution into a new state of being where all counts were renewed. She realised that the Regeneris process was not one where a being entered something akin to a laundering of the self which then returned a younger and similar self but it was one where a being entered a void that sucked it, pulled it, pushed it and ultimately spat out something that was neither the being itself nor fully another but rather a hybrid in between one and the other, a new form of life expression where the known bordered the unknown and the passive integrated the wild.

As she emerged slowly from her kinetic meditation, Mama Jain could feel the ground below her feet while they were still suspended in mid-air. She could smell the leaves swaying outside and could hear the cotton-like threads growing on the trees just outside her window. She looked through the window pane and saw not the garden and the trees outside but rather the inside of her room and her body looking back at her with the same curious look that she felt she herself had on her face while looking out. She slowly raised her hand and it met with a cold sleek hand on the other side.

 

Frozen Twilight – God is an Astronaut

 

Simply Love

Simply Love

25 June 2017

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Work of Dove

Flutter of the wings

Peace that rings

In heart brings

Tidings of renewed three kings

Minds’ laden treasures

 

High above

The goal meets the fate

Death of spate

Wills create

From golden ray we instate

Breadth of our measures

 

Simply Love

Tracing in the wild

Stellar child

Bond redialed

Chosen treaty they reviled

Weak are dark’s pleasures

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Simply Love – Stive Morgan

Eternal Love – Stive Morgan

In Space – Stive Morgan

 

Sui Generis

Sui Generis

13 June 2017

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Vibrating

Atoms of the wild

They bestow

Growth in child

The flowers a shade incline

Invite to divine

 

Brittle spine

Makes with the alters

Shift a node

In the road

The shimmer recalls Elders

Walking in moonshine

 

Talking birds

Peep on window sill

The waters

Purified

Breathless tumble from the hill

Sui Generis

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Voice of the Heart – La Musica De Los Dioses

Code Eternity

Code Eternity

5 May 2017

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Mind to free

The soul humming bee

Beat to be

Wild of me

The boat sailing on the sea

Code Eternity

 

Reading of the poem: 

The Edge of Forever – Stellar Drone

The Divine Cosmos – Stellar Drone

Eternity – Stellar Drone

Last attempt

Last attempt

7 March 2017

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Truth unkempt

Grows shrubs of the wild

Into child

No more mild

Speaking more than what they riled

Against the odds piled

 

Child unbent

Picking up pieces

Pill fleeces

Releases

Fluttering veils it eases

Broken synapses

 

Last attempt

Of old energy

Eyes bulgy

Elegy

Heart teaches analogy

Bridges effigy

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Attack on Fox – Fox Capture Plan

Rising – Fox Capture Plan

Butterfly Effect – Fox Capture Plan

 

Filter salt in sea

Filter salt in sea

17 January 2017

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Skipping beat

Alice on her feet

Grave matters

She tended

Left brain right brain no brain left

The skull only bones

 

Did they tune

Right into what’s left

Was the rune

Now just cleft

Skulls then only left bereft

Congenial theft

 

Would it fit

The brain and the wit

She pranced up

Buttercup

Not again said the Hatter

We’ve done this before

 

Don’t be sore

Hatter said Alice

Did you miss

Extra tea

I assure you you will see

Keep me company

 

How childish

She had no real brain

Hatter smiled

Going wild

Was one of delicacies

Perhaps worth the pain

 

Let it rain

Shower me golden

The mirth lost

On wizened

It was all only water

Filter salt in sea

 

Reading of the poem:

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Fjara – Sólstafir

Lágnætti – Sólstafir

Necrologue – Sólstafir

Ring of secrets break

Ring of secrets break

1 January 2017

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In nation

Imagination

A wild guess

To confess

The beauty of age will bless

The brave stand duress

 

The jesters

Of court that festers

Judges fools

Invalid rules

Time to go back to old schools

Reinvented tools

 

She then spake

Lady of the Lake

Tis the child

She said mild

For all nations now grow wild

Ring of secrets break

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Ring of Secrets – Audiomachine

Lady in the Water – Audiomachine

Visions of Utopia – Audiomachine

Sinner’s Prayer – Audiomachine

Souls in Waiting – Audiomachine

Miserere Nobis – Audiomachine