Recovering soul
29 October 2017
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Once upon a Time
We alone
Shifted frames
Not needing passage through death
We occupied clay
Heated Earth
Magmatic stardust
Heart revelled
Mind excelled
The spirit soared young and free
Inside wilderness
Plastered names
We partook in death
Lingering
Mute power
Master the servant now blames
Recovering soul
Reading of the poem:
I am lost – Quin
Sirens sailors sink
21-22 September 2017
Mossy waves
Floating petals shades
Everglades
Wonder’s point
The colours observed disjoint
Hues of red and blue
Colour rule
Teachings of old school
Pupil mild
Like a child
Outer quiet inner wild
Rocking the boat two
Ship at sea
The mind keeping low at bay
Thunderous
Waves that bring
Ship wreck to my toe nail pink
Sirens sailors sink
Reading of the poem:
Sirens’ song
Swallowing the stars
16 May 2017
The perched birds
Chirp to wilderness
Expanding
Contracting
Bridges cross nearing the ring
Dilation in fork
Burst the cork
Bottled amnesia
Opens wide
Onward ride
Memories whispering bees
My token honey
World aflame
The light none will tame
Conquered hours
Blooming flowers
The Heart in mind bending bars
Swallowing the stars
Reading of the poem:
Pure of Heart – Bvdub
All These Moments Are Blue Type – Bvdub
So far from Home – Bvdub
Crossing Wilderness
23 April 2017
The treehouse hanging
Within southern skies aflame
Forever blown game
Symbiotic nerves
In basket of glass shattered
Unrelenting curves
Points of resonance
Reaching through tendrils of Time
Crossing Wilderness
Reading of the poem:
I will be Silent – Over the Ocean
Phoenix Flying 6 : Quantum state rainmaker
25 March 2017
At first Mama Jain thought of taking all the knowledge of the New Consciousness and the way forward to one party, Neptui, she had felt was a little bit more humane and less unethical but then a series of events made her change her mind. On one hand a representative associated with the team of the AIC had clearly apologized for the incident as confirmed to her by Mother and on the other hand there were the other things that Neptui had done in the past and that his team continued doing which did not corroborate the apparent evidence that he was more humane and ethical. Besides, Mother had told her that she was doing fine and should rather pursue what she had initiated as there was no need to carry out the plan that had formed in her mind.
Mama Jain had tried to reach Bluebird on several occasions to explain to her the way forward but Bluebird was engrossed in her daily tasks and with the fear planted from the incident about Mama Jain’s safety, she did not feel like resuming the contact to shift the second grid into place. One night, however, when Nemolusk’s team was unaware, Mama Jain crept up to Blackbird with the rays and took her to the fields of gold so she could be appeased. It was a long time that Mama Jain herself had not been to those fields as two years had passed since she had last visited them, her work having taken her only beside them on her onward journey to the strawberry fields. During their visit to the fields, she observed happily how Blackbird became Bluebird again and pranced happily with the leaves that rustled around the daffodils. Once Bluebird restored, they resumed their journey downwards to infuse the burgeoning of the new lakes that needed to be churned so they could bubble again freely and release the necessary elements into the air. Bluebird enjoyed their travels around as she did not like the grey environment that the team had put around her and she began chirping again sending morse code into the atmosphere.
Mama Jain thought that it was the right time to initiate the rainmaker state again albeit in a more conscious and controlled way. For some reason Mother seemed to think it would cut her some slack if she did so on a very conscious and obviously connected level. She resumed the heartpath core exploration in order to connect back to the Quantum state that had allowed her to bring the rains through. Bluebird fluttered along with her excitedly her wings vibrating within the case. As Mama Jain’s exploration soared higher, her chest imploded with the pressure and they reached an even more wondrous state of consciousness where they saw the people gather around the concept of Love more than around the concept of hate. At the peak of this sight, the dam of Time splintered open and the floods of photons submerged the Earth allowing the people of Earth to start living in loving harmony with nature and each other. Mama Jain and Bluebird knew that they somehow had to get this additional support of the New Consciousness to their own tribes that had stayed behind in the Timeloop and which were still clustered around hate in several spots causing disruptions in the grid. They decided together that the best way to do that would be to transport the floods of forgiveness to the Earth in the only way possible to transport them, rains.
Mama Jain and Bluebird held hands and swooping down alternatively connected the Earth and the skies. When the portals started opening up along the gridline, Mama Jain undertook the vibrational stage several times across the week with the initial ones being very painful as the floods submerged every cell of her body suffocating her initially before she was able to stabilize the effect with the dance of the stars. She was still missing the additional stabilizing effect of the twin but at least his quantum self was helping her through the loops so that she did not fully fly free and stray from the needle’s eye as she wove the torn bits of the magnetic grid in preparation of the diamond tiara for Earth.
After the first state of Earth stirring where the dust covered the spacetime around them, slowly timid clouds started to form and the rains pierced through. Alternating the dance of the stars with the journeys over the waves and the entrances through the rabbit holes all the time making sure not to stray from the needle’s eye Mama Jain and Bluebird intensified the rains over the center of the Earth where Mama Jain lived first discreetly and then more openly as Mother had instructed. At one point in time there were some Earthly distractions but the bond established was very strong and Mama Jain was able to turn on at will at the beat of her step and to the tune of her chaos dance the summoning of the rains which fell heavily where she called for them. At one point in time, taken over by the glee of the oncoming bliss, Mama Jain even danced heartily a part of the dance of the stars in her garden not caring anymore if people around could glimpse her. During the various episodes that Mama Jain initiated at will, the birds chirped gleefully and she conveyed their chatter and happiness to Mother who watched intently from above, hopeful that the people she had chosen to come closer to her would resume their onward journey peacefully towards Nova Gaia. Mother thanked her for her willingness to serve the cause of the New Consciousness and Mama Jain thanked her back for her immense and unconditional love which allowed her to keep giving Earth chances to attain Nova Gaia without having to start over again from scratch. Mama Jain’s body hummed and swished its way along together with Bluebird that held on to her and pranced along like an urchin. Neither of them could understand why anyone on Earth would rather be in state of misery than in that state of deep and connected bliss. Mama Jain smiled at Bluebird and both knew that the journey ahead might still be somewhat arduous but help was there at hand and whenever the source of Love dried up, they could always summon the rains of forgiveness to wash the lands over and make them brim with Love again.
Breathe – The Cinematic Orchestra
To build a home – The Cinematic Orchestra
Arrival of the Birds & Transformation – El Viaje – The Cinematic Orchestra
The Winter bearer
24 March 2017
Across streams
Weaving the pathway
From Faith’s threads
Rolling heads
I pull on strings of yearning
The hearts’ chords churning
Into dreams
I shun dark away
Blue lighthouse
Frolicking
Twister and rain mimicking
Queen dancing for King
I bore Ring
Amulet of Earth
Totems wild
Bore me child
In wilderness I store her
The Winter bearer
Reading of the poem:
Old Skin – Ólafur Arnalds ft. Arnór Dan
A Stutter – Ólafur Arnalds feat. Arnor Dan
No Other – Ólafur Arnalds feat. Arnór Dan
Happy days remount
20 January 2017
Two to share
Burden of knowledge
When hearts drift
In mind rift
Abundance not in spendthrift
Meaningful places
Attention
Span ordinary
Woollen gloves
For the doves
The spells chanting what he loves
Builder of flurry
Three to keep
The slope winding deep
Into grounds
Life abounds
Solitary mind resounds
Flesh of Heart weighs pounds
Four ensnare
Fates of lines we share
Mind of hare
Brittle bare
In the fields of wilderness
Rabbits left out care
Five to weep
Sand twixt toes doth seep
Time to sway
Games at play
Winners sheltered gone astray
Needle in the hay
Six to count
Up down paramount
Silk mitten
For the kitten
Spinning wheel we now recount
Happy days remount
Reading of the poem:
Feed the birds – Julie Andrews
Chim Chim Cheree – Mary Poppins & Bert (Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke)
Step in Time – Mary Poppins & Bert (Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke)
It’s a Jolly Holiday – Mary Poppins & Bert (Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke)
Let’s go fly a Kite – Julie Andrews David Tomlinson
Stay Awake – Julie Andrews
For whom the bell tolls
6 August 2016
Half circle
Encroaching spires
The end near
The minds fear
The Hearts void of all desires
Purity dilates
Radius
Guides everlasting
Sum of two
Pi disclosed
Three quarters of doors then closed
Skewed mathematics
Hum in three
Voices that sing low
Be the flow
Where time stops
Wilderness now grows the crops
Of sunken gardens
Take my staff
Divide the waters
Birth the wells
Break the shells
Separate the wheat from chaff
Unsung mysteries
The skies wed
Coloured rainbows hue
Like virgins
Sparkling dew
Dying stars colours renew
In the aching void
Grating polls
For whom the bell tolls
Sacrifice
Relentless
Idiosyncrasy human
Their blindness endless
Reading of the poem:
Royaume Mélancolique – Dark Sanctuary
L’être las, L’envers du miroir – Dark sanctuary
Les Mémoires Blessées – Dark Sanctuary
The purple rays of twilight
30 July 2016
Withered leaves
Pages of the fall
Skies that shut
Behind clouds
A lone voice among the crowds
The haunting whispers
Sun shivers
The warmth receding
Into dark
Broken lark
Searching for chirps in bosom
As flow runs crimson
Eyes open
To the wilderness
Looking glass
Mirrors sight
The purple rays of twilight
Suffusing the night
Reading of the poem:
Autumn Leaves – Eva Cassidy
Ain’t no Sunshine – Eva Cassidy
Nightbird – Eva Cassidy
In blue shoes
12 July 2016
Dreamt deity
In peace with the bees
I lived once
Forever
It lasted for a lifetime
Through the rings of Time
Dancing gods
Summoning the rains
Bewitched me
With their spark
The nightingale courted lark
Their beaks ill attuned
We watch pains
Courting wilderness
In blue shoes
To harness
Power of the mind’s stillness
When all feelings die
Reading of the poem:
Boogie Street – Leonard Cohen & Sharon Robinson