What We Hold In Our Hands

 

I
Sometimes a shock is needed to wake us up
to send us in a new direction

All the signs are there that we’re still alive
and yet, as we breathe

The breath feels forced and heavy
like a mash of cloying mud filling the lungs

 
II
We wade through life, but our legs are hampered
by the constant reeds

The world seems ever more frantic
with each blurred spin

One day you realize something has to give
but what?

And so you slide back down and try to breathe
but those little shallow breaths

Are like a prayer, connected to a higher meme

 
III
Joined in death as well as in life
events conspire to keep you attentive

The stars seem to shiver under all their
synchronous complexity

Chaos ascends, striking at the heart
of every nation

The world teeters on the edge
of cataclysm

Contagion spreads

The thin veneer slowly disintegrates

Meltdown looms and the masses congregate
to vent their anger

The economy flatlines, nothing works

But you learn to recognise the stillness
at the centre of the vortex

 
IV
Time begins to ripple by you like a river

It has no hold on you

A wall may crumble somewhere
in a brutal land

Or a vine of tents suddenly bloom
across a public square

Crystals sigh in their immortal caves

Children are born and adorn the Earth
like morning dew

The kiss of the dying feels cold
on summer’s wanton lips

 
V
You watch for signs and feel a power
trembling through you

Somewhere in the fabric a code is revealed

A rain of numbers, ones and zeros
a pulse of light

Raw data surging through in liquid tones

Pure bliss

The sound of lightning spearing the Earth

Static slowly clearing on a fuzzy screen

You touch both your hands together in front
of you

And find yourself awake inside a dream

 
VI
Catching your breath, the revelation
is almost too much

For you to hold in

If time is a river, then what do I hold
right here!

But slowly as your mind begins to quicken
you are possessed with only

One humbling thought

That this is the work you must do
from now on

Down here at the river, with the Sun
as low as it is

Away from the crowds and their prisons
of tears

You must always be doing this

Searching always for those precious things
that conceal their light

In the womb of the Earth

 
VII
What we hold in our hands is a force
beyond measure

The means by which all things grow

Shining like sunlight at summer’s highest ingress

And flowing through every atom
and nerve of our being

Its gift is a blessing to all

Although many have tried to capture
and to possess it

It cannot be replicated or scanned
into any machine

It refuses to be calibrated or measured

For it is the substance of all matter

No underground vault will ever be capable
of divining its mysterious essence

Or simulating its incredible speed

Nothing can stop it, for it stands
at the centre

Of all that there is

And yet somewhere, deep down
within you

 

You knew all of this

The Leaves of Autumn

Something happens that we fail to see
the Sun rising a little later
than usual
or the temperature drops
a breeze blows in
it begins to get colder
a cycle commences
and a lever is pulled
the season’s wild expansion
is halted and much
of the lifeforce
retreats back to the dark
rootballs in the soil
the leaves of Autumn enter
into deep conversation with the world
calling out to all those that remain
this is their time, the giving
of their selves
to a greater harmonic threshold
their stems become wicks
and they burst
into flame, burning
with a breathless
disintegrating fervour
until something
snaps free
and they too are released
falling as sparks
into that boundlessly
infinite, annhilation of space

Word Mirror 12

Welcome to Word Mirror 12; a mesmerizing daisy-chain of sparkling uber conjunctions, dazzling hypno-verbology and a hyper-incongruous code of dangerously correlating techno-etymology.

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Bring Me To Life

Bring me to life
I have lain here too long

It is time to awaken
into a world I can feel

Bring me to life
I ask just for one kiss

The stars are in motion
in praise of your love

My time here is fleeting
as brief as a song

May the Sun be my teacher
as I toil in the fields

Bring me to life
I ask just for one breath

So I may drink of the waters
that pour from this Earth

My heart has been opened
now it just yearns for what’s real

The music of creation
in all things that live

Bring me to life
energise my being

Let me just flow
in all that there is

This dream is unending
but I need to break loose

So I may search and go wandering
for the sweetest, tumultuous

Denouement of truth

First Light

Don’t disappear, I need to know
You’re still there

I can feel you
But sometimes I cannot see you

You’re like a ghost, it isn’t enough
There must be more of you

To know

They’re trying to hide you away
Separating you

From us

_______________

The Earth responds to your love
With greater faith than I

But this is a time for more
Than faith

It is why I am calling out for just a spark

One sign

Anything to relieve the sadness
To soothe the pain of emptiness

Each time we go without you

_______________

There are trails in the sky now
That linger for days

White lines set out like a grid

Streaks of aluminium and barium particles
Fine grains of cadmium and silicon
Strange oxides and polymers

Layers on layers

A dry rain
Pumped out with ruthless military precision
By a covert voodoo squadron

Of unmarked jets

_______________

One day you’re going to send something
To clear the air of them

A thunderbolt, maybe? Or a stream of plasma
Something deadly and non-negotiable

And sometimes, on the days when you
Manage to break through

I feel you coiling through my blood
Opening my heart

And reconnecting all the loose threads

_______________

And I know why they try to block you

Why everything is smothered
In their dark greed

In their poisonous aerosol waste

That’s when I remember how to
Shine like you

And why they fear your warm
Loving radiance

_______________

Don’t fade away
The darkness cannot stand the light

Take another breath

Keep revealing all you know
The time has come to choose a side

Now is not the time to be divided
With your love we could raise ourselves up

To the stars

_______________

Nothing is fixed
There are many paths leading away from here

Tomorrow I will rise at first light
And choose the clearest one

And keep the promise I made
So long ago

To be here with you at dawn

Sources

Videos

1. Don’t Talk About The Weather

youtube.com/watch?v=6goVogRjD0Q

2. What In The World Are They Spraying?

http://vimeo.com/16219493

3. Who Are You?

youtube.com/watch?v=_cDIU7oSN-A

Articles

1. An Unspeakable Crime Against humanity

http://quantumpranx.wordpress.com/an-unspeakable-crime-against-humanity/

2. Chemtrails by Ken Adachi

http://educate-yourself.org/ct/

3. Chemtrails Data Page

http://www.rense.com/politics6/chemdatapage.html

4. Chemtrails or Contrails? By William Thomas

http://www.willthomas.net/Chemtrails/About_Chemtrails.htm

5. Chemtrails: Suppression of Human Evolution by Montalk

http://educate-yourself.org/mnt/ctsuppressionhumanevolution29sep00.shtml

6. Connecting The Dots by Dr. Ilya Sandra Perlingieri

rense.com/general90/metc.htm

7. What’s Going On In The Air? Yes, We Are Being Sprayed by Carole Pellatt

http://homepage.mac.com/carolepellatt/yeswearebeingsprayed/

Websites

1. Bariumblues.com

http://www.bariumblues.com/

2. Chemtrails

http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/ciencia/ciencia_chemtrails.htm

3. Chemtrail Central

http://www.chemtrailcentral.com/

4. Geoengineeringwatch!

http://www.geoengineeringwatch.org/

5. Strange Days, Strange Skies

http://imageevent.com/firesat/strangedaysstrangeskies

Before The Dust

Endless flame in all things

Empty my mind of all

Its mistakes

And allow what remains

To expand into

Graceful wholeness

Leave only the memories

Of exhilarating rides

And raucous

Irrepressible laughter

Teach me how to move

Towards stillness

And to know the soaring cry

Of a devoted heart

I am only the shadow cast

By your dazzling

Innumerous expression

Help me to recognize

Your true light

Before your fire fades

In me

And my body

Becomes yesterday’s

Simple song of humming dust

In Praise of Spring

This is my voice

May I combine it with yours

So that they

Ring out together

To produce something

That’s whole

May it never be extinguished

May it be vibrant

And pure

Rising and falling as the

Seasons demand

To nourish the beauty

In all living things

 

And you are the music that plays

To the pale winter grasses

That revives the dull

Evening fields

Rousing them to miraculous lustre

You are that precious

Early song

The revelation of the dew

Lighting up every atom

To honour that first delicious

New morning

Adorned with the fire

And investiture of Spring

Word Mirror 11

Welcome to Word Mirror 11; a totally new way of looking at the world which short circuits a lifetime of mainstream cultural and psychological programming, and which may make us acutely aware of some of the nefarious methods the political and banking elite use to control and manipulate us from the shadows.

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Last Days In Time

To those who wish to sleep throughout these
turbulent times

I offer you the sweetest lullaby

May your dreams never rouse you into
wakefulness

 

To those who wish to worship only at the
temple of their selves

I say, continue following your selfish desires

 

May they eventually lead you back to a
generous heart

 

To all the power hungry and money hungry,
the warmongers

 

All those old blind keepers of secrets

 

May you regain your sight incrementally
as you give back to those you have hurt

 

To those who served others without reward
who loved unconditionally, who fought injustice

 

Your time is coming, it is almost here

 

May you stand tall and receive our endless
gratitude

For your work has been the real work
of ages

 

Your unfailing example has shone like an
arrow of light

 

May your story one day be told around
a campfire of cinnamon and rapture

 

May you always be the sunrise revealing
the incandescent beauty of the Earth

 

Your courage has been immeasurable,
unfaltering

 

Your golden words have weaved a lightning
coda of infinite possibility

 

You are the fruit of our ancestors
the diamond light of the universe

 

Showering us with a gentle immortality,
unearthing our genius for invention
and mastery

 

May we awaken to remembrance,
may we unlock the alchemy

 

Of how you once opened our hearts
with an indelible joy

 

A merkaba of elegance and laughter

 

A template to cut through this illusion
of discord

To traverse this auspicious splinter in time

 

The Language of Fire

As this day ends and before I sleep
I will go to the fire

I have burning in the other room
And switch off the light

I crouch down before it
The heat seems to wash me clean

The fire energises me, drawing me
Into the moment

Golden flameheads spiral into the higher
Spaces nearer the flue

And sparks of vivid copper and orange burst
Against the hot thermal screen

I am captivated by its mesmerising
Elemental beauty

It seems to have a language all of its own
And a deeply mysterious

Complex intelligence
Reminding me of the Sun in high bloom

Perhaps all fires speak to us each time
They burn?

And we keep missing it
We fail to decipher their nameless music

Because they communicate a higher knowledge
To a lower field of density

All we know is how to control a fire physically
How to exploit and to manipulate it

To capture some of its essence
But not a single mote of its alchemy

No matter

It just seems the right thing to do
To stand here waiting

To be rooted in the present
To have somehow activated a circuit

Simply by just being here
By just standing in my own truth

And to have opened to a larger part of myself
Towards the fire that burns endlessly

Within us all

That simple, unfailing, glowing enormity
We all must feel

When a thing of long yearning
Finally gets the opportunity

To shine and come through

Heart of the Sun

This is our time, I know it in my heart
that shining, integral, loving

part of me
is rarely ever wrong

Ask the heart, not the brain
and it will tell you who to trust

and what is real

And its simple, uncomplicated
veracious song

will resonate with quiet truth

Learn to turn down the sciatic din
of a reckless, dissonant world

and try to lie in stillness

There you will hear it
and think you are going slightly insane

Listen harder and you will begin to realize
it is the sound of your returning

Leading you further into wonder
and a higher marque of clarity

To a wisdom not obtained in books
and where the music

of one vital, precious heart
can complete the coming

of the Sun’s miraculous golden journey

Second Life

And now it is time to be doing the work
You always said you’d do
The hard, dry graft of it
The fierce striving
Of being in that moment
And feeling alive
And knowing that this was its
Vital, ringing revelation
It has to be worked at, of course
Quiet periods with no distractions
Sometimes walking the night
Under a thin laser moon
Or pulling on threads
Until you forget even to breathe
It is your job to be ready
To capture some of that
To know how that feels
And to draw on its bounty
To just come through in the flow of it
To sing and to tell of its journey
Of how you had died
And had come back to life again
Sucked from the silent red clay
And lit with the essence
Of the Earth’s unbreakable turning
There are several truths to know
Now, you think
But the one you must
Always keep revealing
Flickers endlessly in a quiet part of you
Casting a cunning and savage kind of radiance

Word Mirror 10

Welcome to Word Mirror 10; where there is no special requirement to wear 3D goggles or to ingest potent mind altering substances in order to view reality in all its multivarious dimensions.

 

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Waiting For Signals

Sing it to me, that song in the veins
poured from your lips

across the circuit of time

Sing it to me, that sweet octave so pure
exciting the Earth

to move upwards in scale

May the flowers exult you

Let the birds and the insects
memorise each chord

So they can broadcast the rapture
that pulsates from your heart

Your voice is exquisite, it bestows
fuel to the stars

It is the waveform of ecstasy

It fills me with pride

To know I have heard you
would be this life’s highest reward

I am in awe of you

I feel so small in the presence
of such mighty exhilarating power

And if need be I will wait
the way rock crystal has to

Holding its breath in some
deep dark immensity of twilight

Resonating to the Earth’s insatiable
harmonic field

Forming one regular continuous heartbeat

Knowing with absolute certainty
I am part of a joyous most infinite whole

Your Song

I have come here to salute you

To honour and revere you

To applaud you until my palms burn sore

To walk fully in the wisdom you have given

You are immaculate, invincible

Your example opens a million hearts

Your story is the legend

Of fearless epic adventure

Your song is the melody

Of pulsating cosmic jazz

You are sovereign, constant, irresistible

You are new light coming to Earth

Carrying the wisdom of a shining dream

Helping us to go forward

In our true knowing

To live from the heart and not the mind

The old way of living

Standing firm and holding our ground

By just being ourselves

Indomitable and crystal

A clear signal

The song of the veins

Diamond Heart

Think about what you most want in the world

Hold it there in your mind's eye

Allow the sight of it to stimulate your senses

Walk around it, touch it

Sniff it if it can be sniffed

Notice how vivid and how vital it looks

Now imagine all of your family and close friends

How they would react 

If all this had come true

And you had hold of your dream

That would be some moment, you think

Some of that elation would be transferred 

Over to them

And they would be magnetized towards you

They would say, Just look how happy he is

now he has achieved his life's aim

They will salute you and pay homage to you

They will ask you to go on ahead

For they will see in you 

A supreme absence of fear

A light will shine from you

And you will be in the flow of all creation

Keep breathing deeply and remain 

In your own integrity

You are on the right path

What you truly desire 

Does not exist 

Outside of your true self

But lies deep in your own inner being

There it exists just waiting to be found

And will not come if forced to

Word Mirror 09

Welcome to Word Mirror 09;  a device with one very simple revolutionary aim: to reflect back all things in their true light, and to expose the web of media and governmental lies which have been spun to separate us from our true consciousness.

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Food Of The Gods

Hiding In The Light

What kind of intelligence would revel in the unbridled destruction of itself

In the murderous consumption of its own life force and vital energy

In the callous exploitation of all sentient life

What kind of god would sanction a system based on a merciless concoction of barbarism and terror

Of extreme agitation and wild, unmitigated suffering

Where the gentlest, most meekest of creatures die in the most horrifying and brutalised of ways

Where the base cravings of dominance and cruelty always seem to win out over the higher impulses of tolerance and co-operation

Equality and the desire to live in accordance with the Earth’s natural laws

Not the god of love, that’s for certain

Nor the supreme expression of fairness and infinite compassion

But an entity which hides its true nature within a shining hologram of love

And wears a chameleon’s gown of impeccable camouflage

There in the trees beside the blue crystal lake

There in the soft xylophone air

There on the diaphanous fine golden sands

Permeating the forests and dank membranes of soil

And the vastness and strangeness of assimilated streets

Waiting

The Natural Order Of Things (the game of games)

Something has been tampered with to suit the purposes of another paradigm

A voodoo hierarchy

One based on slaughter and the currency of suffering

Mass murder and extreme violence

A new reality overlaying the original

Where the strong prey on the weak

And where innocents are ritualistically massacred

In a murderous vortex of endurance and hardship

Enslavement and blood sacrifice

Food for the gods

For the moon and the cosmos

The universe creating and recreating itself

Loosh

Feeding The Grid

Loosh energy on the battlefields, in the concentration camps, where all human beings suffer the most

Loosh energy in poverty and filthy diseased streets filled with the cries of starving, ragged children

Loosh energy in football stadiums and large rock venues, in packed city squares, any place where the masses congregate and expel vital dynamic emotion

Loosh energy when bombs go off and bullets zip indiscriminately through the air, where acts of genocide may occur under the false flags of revolution and freedom

Good and tasty loosh when it’s laced with terror and fear, chaos and atrocity, when it’s preceded by torture or satanic ritual

Loosh running for its life on the African veldt as the leopard takes the hapless deer in its powerful jaws, or when the woodsmen makes the forest weep with sacred sap

Loosh (set like old honey) at all war memorials and cenotaphs, in all churches and temples and synagogues

Best loosh of all, in school playgrounds and nurseries, in the places where all children run wild and whose hearts are filled with the ecstasy of joyous life

Vintage loosh energy in all hospitals and sanatoriums, where the flashing gossamer spirits of the dead are newly released into the sticky matrix of lurking peril

Quality gourmet loosh in theatres and cinemas, in discos and festivals, on sports fields and in large municipal parks, where scores huddle together to express revulsion and horror, anxiety and euphoria, the  broadest  possible  range of human psychic energy and consciousness

A Banquet Of Flames

There is something wrong here

There is something fundamentally at odds with what we are being taught in our schools

And told by our political and spiritual leaders

Those men and women in influential positions of power and authority

Who openly preach about love and compassion, peace and harmony

Good solid values of justice and liberty, kinship and commonality

While privately serving another agenda

A darker spectrum of secrecy and subterfuge

Violence and division

War and an overwhelming lust for exploitation and absolute control over those they pretend to represent

They are not for the people like they say they are

They are liars and deceivers who despise the whole of common humanity

And attempt to block its path to advancement at every turn

Puppets on a string who are shaken and jerked into acting only in accordance with a specific wavelength by their masters in the shadows

A motley crew of rogue demi-gods and a wastrel elite of cold-blooded psychopaths and philanderers

Spiders playing the long game, watching with dark fathomless eyes

Lurking in the glare of store fronts and street lamps

Waiting to gorge on a banquet of flames

Frequency Modulation

Listen to what I say, do exactly what I say

When I count to three you will begin to wake up

One

Two…..

A permanent bad news stream of poor weather and impending natural disasters

The toxic war in the Middle East

One

Two…..

Home made terrorist boogie men and cartoon media despots frantically trying to acquire an armoury of primitive nuclear spears

One

Two…..

Knife wielding teenagers and gun toting crack dealers operating with impunity on our filthy, vandalised streets

One

Two…..

Devil dogs and paedophiles, meteorites and murders

One

Two…..

Global financial markets in meltdown, in crisis

Volcanoes burning themselves down to the plug

One

Two…..

Frequency control to lock us all in to survival mode

To keep us nailed in to our own skin

To make us feel suspicious of our neighbour and anxious about what the future might bring

Grinding us down into the dirt

One

Two…..

Forcing us to compete with one another when we all should be working

To raise ourselves up

Not fighting and waging war

One

Two…..

Not lowering the vibe so we are easier to manipulate and control

One

Two…..

Frequency modulation to produce a negative harvest of loosh essence

Pinning us down, restricting our growth

One

Two…..

Stopping us from becoming who we truly are

Making us forget what we came here to do

Three

Let’s not give our power away

Wake up before it gets too late

Before we’ve all got spy cams in our homes and been micro-chipped like cattle and sheep

Before we are all dumbed down to a zombie race of mindless, unquestioning consumers

Before we are weakened by a genocide virus and our children mass vaccinated with experimental poly-pills and brain toxic stews

With deadly mind numbing compounds like mercury and squalene, aluminium and serum grade formaldehyde and antifreeze

I have an idea:

Switch off the TV and the radio

Unplug the Playstation and the I-pod

The cellphone and the broadband connection

Then find the button to turn on your own mind

Get clear

Stand up and resist

Gods Of Love And False Ideals

A loving god would have set things up without the need to kill for food

Or to rape the Earth for territory and natural resources

The god of love would not sack a city or snuff out a whole civilization the way they have been in the past

A loving god would value the whole of life as sacred and precious and would hold it in the highest esteem

Coveting each tiny microbe and parasite as much as the mighty, magnificent elephant or whale

The god of love would have the capacity to see into the very core of life and would know that all living things have incalculable merit and are inextricably linked

All lifeforms would be valued for their resonance and harmonic frequency

For the vibrational imprint they give to the Earth

For the codes their cells transmit through the profundity of their peaceful co-existing

Not as a food source to be scythed down when the time is ripe

Not something to be bludgeoned to death or shot at for sport

But something to be respected for its sovereign relation to the whole

For its uniqueness and natural diversity

For its true electric nature

The glowing incandescent blood song of vibrant inner knowledge

Sweet fire

Wisdom Herbs And Teacher Plants

Consider for a moment, the trees and the grasses

Wisdom herbs and teacher plants

How they harvest the sunlight and yearn only for the alchemy of clean water and healthy, nutritious soil

How they roll with the natural cycles of nature and the orderly seasons of the Earth

How they live in harmony and foster symbiotic relationships with other plants and creatures in order to develop and mature

How they are connected with one another in all kinds of simple and complex ways

How they emanate an ageless, inscrutable intelligence far beyond our own

Theirs can be a template for the whole of existence

Theirs can be a model on which we could all live by

Taking only what we need and not what we can hoard

Sharing and sustainably managing our resources

Co-operating with one another for the greater common good

Opening our hearts to the endless possibilities of our expansive human Spirit

Earth

This majestic planet is a reference library for creation

Containing records of DNA and creator codes encrypted in the maps of leaves and the immutable crystalline molecules and vastness of rock

A beautiful, voluptuous living organism for Spirit to experience the exhilarating journey of physical sensation

A learning zone of irrepressible magnitude

Where the sovereign flame of raw creativity burns endlessly like a firework of emancipated bliss

A breathless helter-skelter ride of amazing sensual experience and miraculous, vibrant energy

A paradise of astonishment and inexhaustible vitality

Of boundless invention and quivering breathtaking ecstasy

A circuit for Spirit to flow through in all its innumerable forms

A place of infinite love and a learning zone for the continuous evolution of consciousness

This is Earth, shimmering gorgeously aqueous blue in the velvety darkness of space

Lit by the loving radiance of the Sun

Sacred to all her indigenous people

To all those who match her immaculate electrifying resonance

By harmonising with her seasons and aligning their hearts to the purity and selflessness of her giving

Whose waters are vital and elemental

And whose soils are the primary alluvial medium

Of wondrous magical alchemy

Sparking us into being

Celebrating and consolidating our essence

Where all things come to grow and blossom

For the briefest interval of time

Before fading and returning to dust

Caught In A Trap

A web has been spun around this world

And set in place so expertly, so insidiously

That those it is designed to ensnare have little perception

Of its very existence

A network of pure diamond translucence

And awesome shimmering luminosity

Staggeringly sized

And flowing effortlessly across time

And worming through portals and spatial dimensions

Immeasurable circuit of spirals

Ageless, incomprehensible geometry

Built with the finest, most intricate gossamer coils of light

Incomparable and voluminous

Exquisite and beautiful

A matrix of fire demanding ever more energy to feed it

Not just the dark negatives of fear and sorrow

Submissiveness and passivity

But also the higher frequencies of love and harmony

Truth and the pure joyous states of rapture and exuberance

Lightning sentient intelligence and irrepressible human consciousness

Jealously guarded and hidden from view

By a warrior elite of meta raiders and master geneticists

Who blocked the Earth’s cognizant imprint to all outside influence

Disguising her radiance and lush harmonic field

And sublimating her channel

Keeping her bounty locked inside a frozen sarcophagus of tears

The Apparatus Of Fear

Everything is in place, embedded deeply within the infrastructure of our waking reality

Propped up and enforced by a phalanx of homicidal cohorts and agents

Labyrinthine inner circles and secret societies

Impenetrable governmental departments and religious institutions

Layers on Layers

Where men stand behind curtains pulling levers

And producing klaxon wails to terrify and dissipate the crowds

The designers of Pharaohs and Frankenstein emperors

Of composite teleprompter presidents and diplomats

Slick, profligate subterranean bankers

Soulless doomsday simulacrum pontiffs and ayatollahs

Bloodthirsty instigators of witch hunts and ruthless pogrom purges

Masters of the occult and promoters of energy capture symbolism

The designers of granite and limestone monolith antennae

Macabre machine coded domed amplifiers

Harum scarum gargoyles and scaly halloween cult architecture

Purveyors of war and needless, premature death

Manipulators of etheric fields and history

Liars and deceivers

Psychopaths, misogynists

Cheerleaders of anger and despair

A warped pantheon of parasites and vampires feeding off the energy of the human race

Siphoning off life force and feeding it to their masters and false gods

Sounding The Alarm

We could spin this thing around if we wanted to

Dismantle and recalibrate the whole system

By converting it to an alternative energy source

With love and with truth

With integrity and compassion

Something which stands on its own and shines with its own inextinguishable light

By recognising the unity in all things

By just saying No!

By lifting ourselves out of the pit of chaos and servitude

Deception and extreme selfish desire

By raising ourselves up and expanding our consciousness

To get educated so we can become serious participants in the game

And not unknowing victims trapped in an illusion of fear

To see through all their tricks and manipulations

By cutting off their power and resonating with independence and free will

And reconnecting with our infinite nature, our primary source

The electricity of Spirit flowing through the immensity and multi-dimensional capacity of our hearts

Leading us further away from tyranny and the horrors of war

Replenished by the Sun and the enervating charge of an emancipated Earth

Towards a freedom of the mind and a galaxy of jubilant, visionary stars

Into a pure state of knowing

Where we can remember our common purpose and be true to ourselves

The only way home

Sources

Bronte Baxter, Blowing The Whistle On Enlightenment: Confessions of a New Age Heretic

http://brontebaxter.wordpress.com/

Mathew Delooze, Breaking The Serpent’s Spell

http://www.oneballradio.com/contributors/matthew_delooze/articles

David Icke, The Biggest Secret

http://www.davidicke.com/

Robert Morningsky, The Terra Papers

http://www.robertmorningsky.com/

Barbara Marciniak, Earth

http://www.pleiadians.com/earth.html

Viktor Schauberger, Nature as Teacher

http://www.schauberger.co.uk/

Websites

http://vigilantcitizen.com/

Word Mirror 08

Welcome to Word Mirror 08, your one stop store for genuine linguistic alchemy. In a world driven by the dead metronomic slogans of our corrupt and obsolescent leaders, the Word Mirror reveals only what is truly authentic and essential to see through the dark secrecy and old belief systems of a failed and outmoded agenda.

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Manifesto Of The Free

I want to stand for the truth

I want to try my best at all times and not get distracted

To remain focused and fiercely committed

To stand tall in the long grass and to aim high with every shot

To remain true to myself, no matter what

I want to stand for the truth and be pure of heart

To just be myself in the company of fakes

To be one with the world and to be at peace with the stars

To combine the wisdom of age with the energy of youth

To be impeccable and beyond the reach of any man’s price

To fight those who oppose me with laughter and humility

To stare into the sun and not go blind

To lead from the front and not from behind

I don’t want to keep this to myself

I want to teach it to others

So that every heart sings in the key note of freedom

And is raised above the raw drudgery of monotonous routine

I want to stand for the truth, for fairness and equality

Where every man, woman and child is given the chance to reach their highest potential

To take the path of the heart and not the easy expressway to oblivion

To go within ourselves and to aim for something that is eternal and unwavering

That flows through us all and comes out of nothing and defies explanation

And can never be defeated

A force that requires only love in an open heart and can make you feel you have the power of the sun in your hands

That is how I want to feel

Not to live in fear, but to live in freedom

Freedom does not distinguish between rich and poor

It does not recognize religion or ideology

Nor does it favour one race over another

Freedom is the fruit of the Spirit and Spirit has the power to bring us all together

To sweep aside all our differences and to make us feel greater than our sum parts

• We can go beyond fear, beyond prejudice and ignorance

• We can shake off the rancorous blight of bigotry and hypocrisy

• We can find it in ourselves to live with respect for the Earth and every living creature in the wild

• To create a world based on the old values of wisdom and unity

• To live in communities that value love over war, harmony over destruction and creativity above censorship and prohibition

• To exist in a new era free of the tyranny and stranglehold of money

• To dare the impossible and to realize the vital dream of a life lived with compassion and visionary wonder

To live in the manner we were originally supposed to

Standing for the truth, for new energy, for new steps of change

Human beings of every shade and denomination

Small sparks from a huge distant fire covering the world with sweet crystal flames and warm healing embers of light

15 Minute Fame Poem

Enable me to be shallow and materialistic
Empower me with insecurity
Allow me to worship Madonna as a shining goddess
And Britney Spears as a radiant media deity
Lead me into the Valley of Fame
Suffuse me with vanity, with bitchiness and tantrums
Furnish me with perfect white teeth and false showbiz smile
Give me unlimited access to my plastic surgeon,
To my publicist and Reiki instructor
For it is my god given right to be upgraded
To first class on all trans-Atlantic flights
Cover me with Dolce & Gabana
And banish all cellulite from my body
Anoint me Queen of the Tabloids
Supply me with lip gloss and limousines
Fit me with breast implants
Help me to graduate from stage school
With distinctions in Catwalk and Dizzy Blonde,
In Pole Dancing and Soft Porn
Introduce me to George Clooney or David Beckham
Inject me with botox
Exaggerate my ego
Teach me how to dance in just my underwear
Speak to me only through my entourage
Procure for me a style guru, a fitness instructor,
A Feng Shui expert, a crystal therapist,
A film producer, a clairvoyant and tatooist,
A young actor, a footballer, an octogenarian billionaire
Grant me an audition with Simon Cowell
Let me idolise Oprah and Ricki Lake
As true angels of daytime tv
Protect my Audi Roadster from spiteful fingernails
And my Prada handbag from jealous nightclub thieves
Surround me with Dom Perignon and temptation
Lead me into Stringfellows
For thy is the Media, the Celebrity and the Gossip Column
Hallowed be my Fame
Forever and ever, Amen

Button Man

My father’s lost his job. He’s been out of work now two months and spends most of his time just slouched in front of the tv, smoking his rolled up cigarettes.

He worked nine years as a security guard but his boss sold out to a bigger firm. They took over and brought in their own team. They paid lousy wages. Some suit talked about cut backs, job losses, efficiency savings.

Smooth fancy words.

But my father wasn’t fooled. He knew what was coming and was thrown on the scrapheap with all the others.

This recession’s biting deep. Ain’t seen so many people unemployed. Men on the streets, shit kickers and school leavers with nothing to do, no place to go. Where in hell can my father expect to get another job at his age? Where? How’s he ever gonna be able to afford to run a car?

My mother’s sure his old firm owe him money. They can’t just get rid of someone after all those years and not pay out a bean. She yells at him from the kitchen. She’s busy in there frying liver, sausage, eggs, spreading margarine onto value brand baps.

My father sits tight in his chair and doesn’t say a word. Then he leans over and picks up the tv remote. He points it at the screen and runs through all the channels. Fifty, sixty channels, one after the other; anything to pass the time, to relieve the boredom.

Gunfights, motorsport, football.

Comet

We walked outside the house to the back and stood in the yard and looked at the comet, Hale Bop in the clear evening sky. Just a faint sperm head of light set against the lustrous immensity of  the stars, shedding particles of dust as old as the firmament itself. I pointed it out to you but you were’nt impressed. Had other things on your mind, I suppose. Like giving birth and all the changes you were going through for the sake of our first child. I felt useless and couldn’t connect with you. All I could offer was support. But out there in the melting distance locked into its ageless arc, that comet felt closer to me than you did. I raised my finger and traced its  milky course, a burning penny caught in a groove; and down here on Earth, it seemed our movements had become so like that comet’s. Our paths had suddenly been propelled into a new direction, one that would be fixed forever and sanctioned by the same eternal force that must have first induced that ancient piece of  rock. A smooth and weightless orbit around our unborn child.

Together In This

Outside the night is clear and from my window I can see
this row of houses with their lights still on

And there are lives in there,
meals being eaten and children lay fast asleep

I could watch those lights for hours and imagine all those
different worlds shuttered away and ready for bedding down

Out there alone in the darkness, we are together in this
set against time and the gently dissolving silence of the stars

Blue midnight, bringing with it the same thing: rooftop
silhouettes lit by the beams of passing headlights on the road behind

I look and wonder what we might all be doing here
and what might become of us in five, ten years time

My son is just a few months old, but already
he’s beginning to age

We have a future me and him, and his hungry blue eyes
shine with a burning vibrancy

Our lives are fused and our time together has already
settled into a weightless concentric ellipse

Parallel lines of trust and meaning, never quite converging
but the gaps in between

Filled unquestionably with love

Word Mirror 07

Welcome to Word Mirror 07; a looking device that leads far beyond Alice’s Wonderland and tells it straighter than Snow White’s magical chatterbox ever did. Go ahead and stare deeply into the surface and allow the words-in-freedom to help you to see the world in a totally new way.

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The Goddess And Her Children

Cease bickering amongst yourselves
Go where the light shines brightest
Exist in the moment
Refrain from secrecy
Stay open
Be an inspiration to others
Honour all life
Value the Earth over everything else
Come into alignment
And radiate compassion
Hold your integrity
Be responsible
Aim higher and be more tolerant
of those around you
You have much to be proud of
So be uplifted
Remain true to yourselves
And stay focused
Open your minds
And listen to your inner voices
Believe only in freedom
And the liberating power of love
For Earth lives
And the Goddess loves only her children

Steps

Any day now
my son will be raising
himself up
and taking his
first few steps.
When he does
I’m gonna make damn sure
he doesn’t tread in
any of mine.

Giants

Bring me up to the mark
Inspire me
Help me along the way
Encourage me
Shield me from greed
From excess
From ignorance
Three sure ways to oblivion
We’ve got to come together
Co-operate
We’ve got to learn
How to deal with suspicion
With envy
With hatred
Three dark spells
How long have we got
Before we start fighting
Amongst ourselves
We’ve got to work
This thing out
See it through
We’ve got to settle
All our differences
And give out some warmth
We’ve got to learn to live
Like giants
Among dwarves

Word Mirror 06

Welcome to Word Mirror 06; a device designed to quicken your resonance and a totally new way of seeing through the illusion imposed by our collective experience of reality. For it is only when we have revealed reality’s true crystalline essence, we are able to see with clear x-ray perception the devastating effects the games of war and governmental deception have on our daily consciousness.

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Horizon

Do you know who you are?

Your role is to switch on the Earth, to make shadows on the wall, to form weeping electrons in stone circles of flesh, to insulate all scars, to inhale the wisdom of magnetic stars

You are horizon, liberated consciousness, bright and pulsating hot molten wax, acid sons of daughters, the sound of oxygen in water, soft tinkling wind chimes, pure breezes of prana, a whirling galaxy of atoms and thrill seeking seeds, joyful and ecstatic, boundless and insatiable, fused in the catacombs of the universal mind

And now you tell me you are lost, that you come here in shame, when your only crime is to run from who you truly are, to hide like a beast in the woods cowering from the sacred truth of your existence, just remember what you came here to do, you came here to sow visions, to illuminate the darkness, to resist all their carousels and candy, to cut through their sirens of lies, you volunteered, you have a job to do, remember, you are horizon

And it is now time to light up the sky

Singing To The Future

In the moment infrastructure
of the now chorus

electric vulva priests
sing in impeccable voodoo linen

a madrigal of complicated particles

to create a lightning codec of
neon cells

from a quantum storm of liquid
wire

in this spiral conclave of savage dust
and redemption origami

Word Mirror 05

Welcome to Word Mirror 05;  a rippling pool of  sharp phraseology and spontaneous cutting edge etymological jazz.  Remember, all words are alive and fluid in their own right. All I am doing is simply applying a little heat and electricity in order to quicken their molecular structure. The rest is up to you.

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Wake The Town And Tell The People

1

Did you find peace and solace in floppy fringed
synth chords of gauche New Romantics

Or ran puking through solvent beat parks
of Eighties calypso regrets

Did you shield your eyes from snarling neon signs
that spelled out Macdonald’s and Gap

On reluctant Brit-pop streets

Did you feel the flames of failed NASA space shuttle
wrecks and knew it as a sign of ancient Hopi truths,

A judgement on the Earth whispered softly through
the ages by a thousand desert tears

Did you look your mother in the eye and swear you’d
never taken drugs

But had crossed your fingers secretly behind your back
clutching half-gramme wraps

And piezo-electric trips

Did you raise the siren cry to warn the world
of bonkers la-la Reaganomics

Then built your mind a crystal shield
with a graveyard orchestra of tuning forks

And a lightning crown of stolen Chernobyl fire

Did the Nineties feel like a chance
to start again renewed

But ended wearily like a useless fractured
lung dreaming of the perfect breath

Did you rave to Acid House, to Drum ‘n Bass,
insane samples and twisted beats

Of perfect understanding on dance floors
patrolled  by disco midnight policemen

And marijuana whores

Were you seduced by shallow yuppie dreams,
of stone-eyed city slickers,

Ludicrous designer stubble, a lifestyle
that would not weep a single tear of sacred joy

Did you sit in countless dralon lounges,
a child of the moonshot generation

Dreaming of zany Fleegle theme park visits
to glam rock gigs of debauched pursuits

Did you sleep through those cold Thatcher
years, refusing to perform

In imported karaoke bars of chrome
and shameless naked kissogram deceits

Were you there when Microsoft injected the world
with junk yard holograms of doomsday cyber lies

Or the bastard sons of EMI when they first
unveiled their shocking blueprint of androgyne love

Did you discover a portal in the Middle East
leading to inter-dimensional tears,

A stargate of human fear,
weeping with the blood of stolen jihad children

Did you hustle through desperate wannabe cries
of, ‘Look at me!’

Only to piss on their grasping sargassum hands,
fame junkies begging at the gates of media heaven

Did you strut your stuff to The Village People,
to The Birdy Song, snippets of Abba,

Jokey throwaway tunes played way too loud
by the DJ with the big holy cigarette

Did you harbour escapist thoughts of northern
industrial towns of manufactured ruin,

Then joined the teeming masses of the great
unemployed dressed in long dark indie macs

And burning new wave hair

Were you saved by a vision of carcinogenic
micro-scooters, weeping tenement ghosts,

Warm fatal injections that sold a lifestyle of porn
and midnight dealers in freezing hip-hop streets

Did you flash your tits on burning party islands,
got drunk on sunset scenes of communal bliss,

Then waded out to fake nylon shores,
yelling all is dream

Did you spurn the hand of god through a soma
haze of wounded stars

That burnt a hole through mortal time
like blood on flaming lips

Were you affected by twilight humble prayers
whispered mutely across ragged, starving fields

Where children lay dying like sunless autumn days
of violent tombstone ruin

Did you stand in cold, unfeeling railway stations,
in automatic doorways,

Dumb exits of soulless shopping cities, selling
commuter time copies of the Daily Fix

For opium needles and unmade beds

Did you cry out, sacrilege! at joyless hour Tweenie
rhymes popcorned bluntly into childrens’ heads

By hanging overlords of electro creeds
and belladonna infra-red

Did you see through the scam before dropping out,
a malcontent who set up camp on the edge of town

And who lit his fires at night to purge his
spirit of the mendacious urban mind

Did you speak to friends on bewildered mobile
phones, watching twin tower peaks

Ritualistically burn on perfect flat screen sets

Did you offer hope to those with nothing left
but aching dreams of humble endgame days of HIV

Did you condemn all fast food as recycled waste,
then scour unsung streets

For the ultimate buzz on gasoline rye

Did you resonate at the required frequency,
quickened every sleeping cell and nerve,

So you could stare into atom hearted kachina jars
of germless electric worlds

Did you travel along drunken A-road halls
of winking nihilistic flesh,

A god on assignment, aching with lust
and craving the dead bouquet of sweet tourist sex

Did you pervert the course of history
by corrupting your luminous genetic code,

By borrowing from time a shock-wave diamond
weapon of sacred sagarmatha seeds

Did you find the Blue Fairy smashed up and dying,
a crash victim, coughing up blood

You held her until she breathed her final breath,
then fled from there

Screaming, murder on the yellow brick road!

Did you condemn those who were drowning
in materialism,

Generations who would not listen
because they had poured liquid silicon

Inside their breasts and ears

Did you try to burn down the Hotel of the
Five Senses, warning of future excess

A bitter, isolated figure with strobing shock-art
hair and whirling cinevision eyes

Did you deliberately disconnect from the world
to bring back the two lost hippie seals

Of Peace & Love, vowing never again
to alter their frequency

Or to misrepresent their universal message

Did you rebel against the norm

Did you stand up to be counted

Were you offered cheap narcotic imprints,
bright flashing logos of pure consumer lust

Shuddering, explosive 4-hour  trips
dipped in the semen of Corporate Man

Did you read the message contained in the crop
circle, recognising it as the ultimate head fuck:

Religion for the masses, leading us through
the ages into a prison of the mind

Did you wander in dead hot summer streets,
in rusting jubilee parks,

Getting pissed with the automatic hordes
to celebrate blue-blooded sham images

Of royal wedded bliss, knowing that years later,
those same hyper-manipulated hordes

Would once more return to obsequiously faux lament
at stone-hearted palace gates

2

Homer Simpson, it wasn’t me who took the car
and didn’t bother to replace it

It wasn’t me who screwed the arse off it
running from the cops

Now it’s come back wrecked and it doesn’t go,
and it’s so fucked up, we’re gonna have to dump it

Fucked up! Like snarling system failure men & women

Fucked up! Like ants scuttling across dealing room floors

Fucked up! Like Watergate, like Thalydamide,
Bhopal, like 20 million lying dead in Africa from AIDS

Fucked up! Like a new born baby screaming out
for its first toke of crack cocaine

Fucked up! Like a V-sign to god after a lifetime
of prayers

Fucked up! Like a world choking beneath a funeral pyre
of deadly CO² exhausts

Fucked up! Like a child demanding instantaneous
satellite fame

Fucked up! Like the Holocaust, like Pol Pot, like all
20th Century death

Fucked up! Like the grinding, cancerous meta scourge
of weeping ghetto poverty

Fucked up! Like SUV nail bombs mutilating innocent
market day flesh

Fucked up! Like ugly electric rhythms and silent
digital atrocities

Fucked up! Like volcano scabs on the lush lips
of desire

Fucked up! Like the pounding machinery
of mind controlled commuters

Fucked up! With too many shape shifting drugs

Fucked up! With cities that speak only in suffering,
with incessant heartache and misery,

With days that beat relentlessly with rain

Fucked up! Like a gamelan winter of cold-hearted
human fire

Fucked up! Like unsolved murder on the yellow brick road

Word Mirror 04

Welcome to Word Mirror 04; a device designed to shift your consciousness into the realm I like to call super reality.  By subverting and twisting  the conventional arrangements of words and phrases I can punch a hole through the narrow waveband of reality and connect with its true essence. The really good thing about a Word Mirror, though;  is that its magic works for everyone, not just for me.

Modified hysteria   Human light supplement     Indigenous phenomenal     Concentration laxative    Media insurrection channel     Valium wave       Hyper superficial hero kit Swine Flu depopulation  model      GovCast. Exe     Polyphonic index       Brotherhood suppression foam     Targeted frission     The wasted charisma of jugular myths     Alzheimer radical    A manual of steam       Sympathy paradigm     Antiquated quantum tool     Echo warrior     Accelerated database entrapment device    Identity hypothesis     Nerve theory     Stand-alone coordinated multiple     Rendezvous cyanide     Digital toupée     The preposterous new age ensemble     The coincidence shelter     Genetic cappuccino     Autistic rebellion shield     Business sacrament     Consumer defiance group     Zanzibar trigger    The multitudinous day-glo de facto kit     The chimera elite     About Jerusalem     Sojourn control        Autozombie     Medici stimulus package     Formation canola     Mystical action plan     Colony   disease  Haight Ashberry infiltration priests     Rat poison vaccination prog     The morpheus inquisition     Timewave incidence cult     Grand master xenophobia     Behavioural cinnamon     Mouthwash emporium     Liquid juniper     The intensity verbatim crash   The inebriation of wonder     Psycho-exquisite     Intoxication standard     Daffodil  machine   Sugar free dementia gum    Iconic broccoli     Big city desire show     Incident wasp     X-ray siren     Syndicated vermillion      Mescaline  power show  Illumination express     The meticulous sunbeam capture shield     Riot formula   Bee genocide program      Chicken satellite      Embedded tartan        Simulation address   Black opps mercury vaccination unit  The  latest nu energi spiral      Immunity malfunction squad      Voodoo mustard  Simultaneous easing     Fluoride tombpaste     High street scarcity deal      WiFi disease generator       Dumb blonde espionage ring     Rot Idol     Human infinity experience     Enemy civilian     1984 version 7.0     Extermination candy    G20 comedy club         Acid loan scheme    Modified Brain sewage     Sharia plugin. dll     Mona Lisa indifference machine     The boisterous  anxiety metamorph button     Sentimental blitzkrieg      Nu formula bliss wizard     Baby ritalin     Awareness suppressant

Breaking The Circuit

The thunder booms like autumn leaves
striking
a soil of shifting thoughts
and my mind has grown
to quasar
heights
to exist beyond the stars

They say you can see forever
as the taste for life
departs
when the charge it feeds
makes time run on
into micro nerves of pylon flesh
and memory fuel of healing song

Make no mistake there will be solar
tears
but down here
they will fall like diamond rain
to burn a hole through
all the toxic hymns
and mortal hybrid sulphur crowns

across this circuit of wind and bones

Something Sacred

I searched for something sacred, I went out into the streets, got jostled by Prozac hordes, loitered, looked elsewhere, trawled through nameless bus stations, tram termini, got moved on for reciting poetry in sterile 24/7 domestos atriums by the hypnotised shopping elite.

I searched for something sacred, I held out my hands, got brushed aside, I screamed at the masses, questioned whether they were truly alive, got branded a crank, got spat on by the mindless electric hubble, raised myself up, got knocked back down, never gave up.

I searched for something sacred, thought the answer lay in booze, drank and then puked up all I’d ever learnt, ordered some drugs, moved casually onto sex, kept telling myself I needed the buzz, looked for god in apocalyptic cappuccino visions, made my home amongst amnesiac nefilim freaks.

I searched for something sacred, I travelled many miles, wasting countless lifetimes revering the flesh, promising to do better, to try harder.

I searched for something sacred, I smashed through siren walls, sped across graveyard ice, crying electric tears in blind motels and gimcrack halls with imposter prophets and burning codes of loveless doomsday jigsaw gas.

I searched for something sacred, I took a deep breath, held, stepped delicately out of time, then exhaled and lost it, fell back down, never searched again, never hoped or forced it, just sat back and waited, I searched for something sacred.

Astronauts And Acid Lords

I was born in the cold war glare
of a white hot Sixties space age dawn

Of strange angel hall hallucinating Beach Boy cries
and whacked out freaks and slashed beatnik tongues

Of swirling kaleidoscopic hippie dreamtime acid
gothic waves of loved-up peyote Earth song vibes

And Hopi visions of sacred skies

Who elevated minds and expanded consciousness

Who incarnated into physical form and
remembered who they were

Who came amongst us like glowing neon
immortal sunshine

And hillside spores of electric love

To punch a hole in the fabric of time

Can you dig it…..

I was born in the Age of Love, in the mellow
turquoise haze of sacred Fab 4 prophets

Of fearless psychotropic gurus and howling
naked poets

Tie-dyed ambient dreamers and smoking twilight
vials of abandoned Cincinnati drugs

With their rainbow flares and sparkling
incandescent prime time teeth

Their molten organic journeys of
intergalactic self awareness and deep discovery

Their analogue marijuana teardrops

Their illuminated crown chakras

Their fierce Dead Sea almanacs and bright
tantric geodesic caves of the crystal mind

Man, I saw it rain with snakes and pretended
I was blind

Heard an army of warring bio genetic gods
stamping their feet and vowing to sodomise our DNA

To control us with religion

To divide us with language

To fill the world with fear so they could feed
on stricken gourmet souls

So they could convert light bodies into dark matter

So they could gorge on lo-fi emotions
and junk food world war atrocities

Who seeded planets with ugly carcinogenic guitar
solos and bitter wormwood pellets

Who hid behind the moon and cowered
from the eye of Jupiter

Who bred coldly and methodically with the daughters
of men to create ruthless Sumerian hybrids

Freaky realistic tyrants
and psychopathic shape shifting Mesopotamian kings

Who set brother against brother,
nation against nation

By conniving in the faux bakelite shadows

Who swarmed across the Earth like prohibition era
racketeers riding on boiling multi-dimensional clouds

I was born when the healing power of the Sun’s
warm holistic rays

Burned a hole in Gaia’s dark polluted skies

I came in with this vibration

I volunteered

And now I am remembering what I had to unlearn

That deep within us all we are one

We are sacred and interconnected

Coded with the blueprint of starseeds
With Divine Spirit and Universal Love

With the brilliant effervescent illuminance
of ancient elemental dreams

Word Mirror 03

Welcome to Word Mirror 03; a system I use to free my imagination from the tyranny and constraints of left side brain thinking and the mind traps of logic and empiricism. Remember, this is the raw material of poetry and not the end product. Each word or phrase can be broken down or added to. Read through them slowly and break out of the illusion language has cast to restrict and emasculate our full creative potential .

Silicon burial ground    Salvation virus     The falsehood liberation spree   Mind trap festival  Evanescence candy    Jamboree  karma tool  Genius code   The resurrection candidate     War booty museum    Revelation fauna    Psychosynthesis    Samadhi regulator  Stir-fry translation unit    The incarceration divide-and-rule initiative    Police state laboratory    Vaccination news   Restricted infinity     Chemtrail squadron    Nu guru plus   The audacity plague    Encryption bees    Poppycock nifty    Monogram embryo    The janitor supposition     Reversed toxicity   Lazarus elixir  Neo orgonomics    Break through oblivion   Just-in-time cosmic radiation    The terminology deception charm    Korma electronica    Dinosaur rose    Definition jelly    The co-ordinated misdemeanour attack    Serenity flavour     Amen remix campaign    The impossible nu consonant phase  Luxor hybrid     Mysterious citation conunundrum   Sentimental lifeform  Human incense    Desertion theory   The inexplicable lifeless energy vesicle    Japanese formula   Armageddon request     Disintegration hormone    Reaction protozoa    Psycho-functional primary experiment    The divination window    Resistance muscle    Technical pheremone    The inclusion iota technique    Violence button    The therapeutic necessity function    The latest however intrusion brand    Concept idiom     Developmental chewing    The bio-human mainframe device    Mustard pleasure    Concentrated gossip    Infinity medicine    Sacramento accumulation therapy    Organismic express tank    Resume’ destruction template    Alien worship  cult     Teenager solution appliance    Perforation reality repair tape     Speed  dating warehouse    Cut & paste president    Blood petticoat   Nu Lhasa directive    The infamous financial frequency scale    Old-skool Andromeda filter   Ziggurat evolution gel    Apocalypse diary    Latest humanity jingle    Spontaneous car bomb theatre    Genocide bandage    Sun apparition

Firework

I started running. I ran through cities, towns, under subways, up and down railway embankments, over mountains and desert plains, on and on, into shopping malls and dark blistered streets.

I strode past tower blocks and burger stores, past warehouses, along endless dirt tracks and hedgegrows, faster and harder, deep into dark pine needle forests, out across cracked soda fields, past temples and churches, past airports, over reservoirs and bridges.

I kept going, forcing my body onwards along the strobing neon highway, past jabbering junky bed doorways, past bus shelters and peace parks, past drive-thrus, bingo halls, megabowls, on and on across luminous I-pod forecourts, across deadly space-hopper mezzanines, deeper and deeper into the invisible somnambulistic hyper matrix of the zombie cell phone metropolitan elite.

I ran with immortal, supernatural power past housing estates and football stadiums, swishing through corn fields, through hot desert sand, over endless country lanes, through slaughter houses and sun lounges, yelling: ‘Come and get with this!’ On and on past casinos and cloned coffee storefronts, past aching village squares, past shanty towns and drill halls, past battery farms, rice fields, construction sites, nameless voodoo sports bars, rock venues, bird sanctuaries, hard and fast over minefields and tram rails, and old secret burial grounds to soporiferous vampire gods.

I ran through tides of dead metronome commuters and brought them back to life

I ran with love in my heart and left a shining plasma trail of diamond wonderwall tears

I tore down barriers and fought against a clone army of anthropomorphic No Entry signs

I moved like a remorseless laser scream of uber electric fluid

This was it, I thought. The eternity of motion. Nothing could stop me. I entered VIP lounges and smashed through exclusion zones, zipped across borders and tore through firewalls and neutralised scanners and security codes. I ran with this great train of humanity behind me past rows of rent-a-spot mannequins, past hawk-eyed corporate banks, past conglomerates and multinationals, past every known pixel and micro-vista demon ride of elitist global branding, past ostentation and consumerism, past surveillance cams, flash mobs, acid dolls, wax arcades, on and on past the great droning meta swarms of fabled automatic golem flesh in the fathomless Tzolk’n night.

I blazed across the world. I kept going, driving my body on further and further, gathering followers wherever I ran. Soon there were thousands, then millions, then tens of millions, and we became one sprawling amorphous mass of energy consuming everything in our path. A critical mass had been reached and we exploded in the sky like a firework which did not burn away, but instead became a permanent feature over the Earth and shone with the pure effervescence of a new star filled with the high octane of undying love.

Endgame Days Of Flesh And Soul

You wanted Dolce & Gabana
sacred high street truths

Versace patent leather space age
neon shoes

Burgers, big macs, DVDs, glitterati pills

Mobile phones to scorch our bones,
cold electric thrills

You wanted fake karaoke taxi rides,
pizza rush death trips

MTV nail bombs

Formaldehyde autogeddon,
daytrips to prozac heaven

An electric dreamscape of cool zombie
sine wave sci-fi freaks

And chilled out crackhead promenade flesh
strung out across the latex mile

You wanted the lifestyle…..

The endgame days of flesh and soul

The sleepless 24/7 dot com stores

The perfect teeth and hair

Giant inflatable Jacob Epstein reefers and
digital BMW lawns with elegant Prada homes

You wanted obedient human genomes

Syndicated Coca-cola, botox and liposuction,
pixels, megabytes

Steaming commuter hour cappuccino stores
shining in the artificial light

You wanted call centre stem cells, KFC prayer mats,
Drive-thru angels, ring tone Buddhist chants

Microchips, synthetic dreams, futuristic mezzanines

You wanted modern germless interiors
by Damian Hirst

And smiling white coated economists
with dark machine hearts

Last minute.com Hollywood yoga
and Monsanto caffeine

Soft porn and polythene

You wanted mental acid diacetyl,
pounding narcoleptic drumbeats

Strobing flash symbols and sedatives,
subliminal sub-atomic basslines

Music for airports, aspartame, paracetamol

You wanted lone gunmen waiting for autographs
on the sidewalk

And dead British scientists wearing
bloody WMD crowns

Thrash metal and Frankenstein children

A multitude of auto-suggestive consumers
and credit slaves

You wanted images of shock and awe
for the folks back home

For the biometric and fingerprinted masses

For the Nokia Generation hooked on pop tarts
and Tae Chi

You wanted zeitgeist manipulators in
alternative reality suits

Comedy fairground presidents, telegenic religion,
petro-dollar churches

Theme parks and distractions

Perma-grin spin doctors with snap-on
rotating heads

Soundbites and sangsara, music hall
and melodrama

Legions of ex-rehab survivor hippie chicks
and skateboard dude surfer bums

All dreaming of the next big synthesised wave

You wanted high octane mescaline,
secret Himalayan stimulants

Ambrosia and nectar, peyote and soma

The strongest Tibetan and Nepalese,
the elixir of the lotus flower and honey bees

Sparkling multidimensional mind altering tinctures
and serums to make you feel whole

So you could remain in the days of flesh and soul

So you could gorge on genocide and terrorism

So you could freebase with reality

You held all the aces and ruled over a world
anaesthetised by shock art and E-numbered food

By deadly jabberwocking toads in pock-marked
mannequin suits

By a wave of class A hed kandi

By a phalanx of bloodline personal trainers

You pressed your foot down hard on the lid
and never gave an inch

You started wars and fucked up the world
with rambling psychotropic verse

With fast food and sugary carbonated drinks

You wanted loyalty and commitment,
hierarchy and ritual, the ultimate showride

A hyperphysical prison without any bars

An elite of fawning, obsequious high ranking
placemen and women

Nations of identical line dancing marionettes

And swarms of synchronised urban commuters
all holding their breath until they get into work

You wanted order and control, dubious
fundamentalist theories

Dangerous Saracen magic, double entry
book keeping

Nintendo and nano-technology

Bleeding plaster saints, buried terracotta armies,
a poison gas cloud of noxious built-in-obsolescence

You read the signs and tried to plug the holes
by taking too many interactive drugs

You’d thought you’d spun a web, hung a net

But instead you got dharma seeds incarnating
as angel flesh

You got incoming RPGs and burning
kerosene martyrs

Boeing 757s circling over Capitol Hill

You got seven, eight year old kids throwing
stones in the street

You got unabombers and mainframe hackers,
guerilla hall widows, freedom fighters, dissidents

Gung-ho hip-hop resistance, meltdown
and interference

Dark tantric electricity, white noise and static

You got ozone sickness and karmic blisters,
seratonin and oxygen poisoning

Huge weeping hydro-carbon sores,
deadly mutating akashik flu

You got your wavelength jammed by a
sharp cosmic burst of crop circle typography

By a millennium plague of shanty town UFOs

By a thousand random acts of pointlessness

By a starving ragged band of marauding feral children

By the constant organic humming of ancient
pagan sites

You saw the signs and knew a change was coming

A raising of consciousness, a tsunami of
human love

You wanted order and perfection

But all you got in the end was a lethal
injection of junk DNA

You got the balance wrong and came plummeting
down to Earth,

Trailing a container of yellow and red hot ash
in the sky

You made all the prime time network news
by crying crocodile tears and sulphuric acid

By reciting false jihad refrains and worn out
West Coast epiphanies

You promised to do better, to try harder

But now you got the fear,
you got a judgement coming

A test of light strobing into your inner eye,
healing and illuminating the Earth

Shining and burning like gold

Rendering you mute and immobile as
dead asteroid stone

In the endgame days of flesh and soul

[finish]

Word Mirror 02

Okay, here’s my second Word Mirror exercise. Just scan over the words and phrases to see what bursts into your imagination. There are no rules, just mix and match, scramble or weave until the raw outline of a poem begins to take shape. Viva subconsciousness!

Ambient tears    The eponymous zeitgeist legend    Bird mask gods    Lightning impermeable    Fin-de-siecle  distortion ring   The relentless hypno-media solution    Aurora diamond  kinship   Champagne cholera   Venal addendum   The minus prodigy code   Laissez-faire germ plasm    Sub-prime alchemy    Rising sun temple cult    Internment infusion strategy    The aluminium narcotic shield    Broken rainbow database     Unfathomable Daimler  elite    The vociferous information contagion report    Love gland   Bivuoac shampoo    Conurbation theory   VIP subordinance ticket   The particle trust  Epiphany channel   The Orwellian intervention strategy   Indictment software   Event candy   Consequence enzyme   The domestic radical directive  Mutual corporate illusion  The empire of bees    The nu jungle Darwinian schematic    Predictable mass non-cooperation  Love heart vermillion   Psychosynthesis     Reality guitar portfolio    The seminal bonsai samaritan     Sinuous obscure    Hallmark finistration     The deceptive teleprompter carnival disease The implacable denigration solution    Projection monolith  junky   Uber furnace investment strategy    Number one consecration formula  Bollox assurance action line    The Mona Lisa titillation plan    Juniper acid   Frustration theory    Risk free sex crime Money back enlightenment programme   The depravity compass     Bamboozle resistance   Last hope genre    Confusion nano-seed    Release syndrome    Jingoistic lemon zest   Baltimore serenade    Pinnacle studies   The laugh-out-loud restoration deal    Eskimo jazz     The surcharge energy bulletin   Vampire bonding   Commitment device   Mystery dolls    International glory control     Solar emblem cult   Concessionary fever monkey   Bastard resolution negotiator   Voodoo mission scam

In A Place Of Radiance

Did I wake you from your ancient dream
with my siren call of electric myths

The ones that hold all the diamond seeds
and fill the air with sweet motets of fibonacci verse

It has taken many lifetimes to meet you here
in these licentious staccato lanes

A veil has been drawn over the Earth
and the time has come to raise
your favourite nihilistic sword

To pierce through the wasted iambic streets

To enter our hearts and to electrify our flesh

Here at the crossroads of dead neon runes,
smothered in churches
and sly speakeasy monuments to old aniseed whores

Where they once polluted a spring
and burned all the trees to black resin stubs

Where they once buried a needle of lime
and subverted your power with dark ritual glyphs

Earth resonance, these are your days coming back
and theirs shrinking away,
drying like poison tears on the lips of the damned

My work is to prepare the ground
and to carry your name as a secret forever in my heart

To wake up the sleepers

Here in the lightning fields and the bare parchment hills
where they hold all your memories
in lead covered tenements of dungeon grade stone

Where they idolise false knowledge
and are infected with greed

and drug all their children in gasping
Temazepam fields

Earth resonance, this is your hour to be loosed

Now is the time
to dance a wild silvery ziggurat mazurka of bliss

To smash through the vast continents of minerals and rocks

To race up our spines and to activate the selenite in our blood

So we can resonate in the circuit of stars

Mother of the Universe

So we can match your vibration and open our eyes to eternity

To return a hero in a new diamond body

Where the mind tingles and reverberates with prana
and the flesh shines and pulsates with a billion
new molecules of knowledge

Here in this place

Where breath is held constant and the journey back,
perilous and uncompromising

And the fans of the heart spangle and flare
like the Sun reaching out to the Earth

In the dazzling, molten aurora of a luminous new dawn.

Creation Myths And Candy Flips

This life has risen to ozone heights from a
bedrock plain of molten dust
where amoebas dream of solar tears
to implant the Earth
with karmic seeds
magma veins filled with raw endorphins
and junk DNA
ripping holes in the dragon lines
electric protein mixed with liquid smoke and H2O
sparked into being on medicine wheels
of pure MDMA
this time we’re going deeper than we’ve ever been
before, splitting
atoms to gain shining subatomic truths
extracting raw seratonin
like human juice
to carbon date what cannot be healed
creation myths laced
with kalagni oil and candy flips
and sacred formulas
with gentle time-release organic codes
perfect crystal visions
vibrating with dark isotopic thunder
melting like breath
and leaving no clues.

By The Fire

By the fire where we come to be healed
in the warmth of your flames
and the light of your hearth

By the fire, we will find our own voice,
where we will scream out your name
while you dry all our tears

By the fire, there will be a count
of the days, where pieces of the sun
will merge with your soul

(in the time of the 12 baktuns
and 13 ahau)

By the fire, in your warmth we will dance
and our fine mortal flesh
shall resonate with the stars

By the fire where we will draw one
perfect breath and learn to see
for the very first time

To stare into your bright raging heart

To take what we need from your rich amber soil

Where love shines and vibrates in the womb,
electric and sacred

In a place without separation

When the people of the Earth
can find peace and be renewed

Warmed by fierce mustard heat,
scented with lemon grass
and raw crimson light

Shining like quartz in the dark acid night.

Diamond Rain

Diamond rain you are the breath of stars
a bubble dance of electric pearls

A flash mosaic of liquid light
teeming in the splintered sky

You are infinite, eternal
You emanate from the Source

Your power is the unwavering pulse of
raw particle energy

Your dance is a wild uber jig of gamma ray
effervescence

Your song is a deep mono-thrum of  rogue
thunderbolt jazz

You feel like cold laser thorns biting into
the machinery of the skin

You cover the Earth with rapturous starlight confetti

You are designed to awaken the fire in all living cells,
to activate the mission bell in our human DNA

You are not in any text book or school syllabus

You are in our bloodstream and our nervous system

You are the carrier of cosmic information

A dharma matrix of luminous photon light

Shimmering with psy-dust and tingling nano-glitter

To salmon-jack the body, to electro-jerk the soul

To make the cupola of our minds ring true and pure
with the sweetest timbre of knowing.

Word Mirror 01

A word mirror is a system I use as an aid to write poetry. They are a system of random, unconnected words written down spontaneously to free up the rational processes of thought.  They are an unlimited resource for inspiration and great for loosening writer’s block.  So take a long deep look to feel the quickening of your own creative imagination.

The fabulous iconic prototype    Polkerdot bureau   The impossible segregation liason  Outrageous tacographs  Symposium Del Mar  E-crime nostalgia  Non-lethal binary narrator  The monument fractal alliance The overlooked sunburst vibration Entheogenic jazz    Liquid conquistador  The timpani vista   Hyper infinity   The latest satellite amendment   Polymorphous emphatic Rimbaud’s coda Bolognese machine gun   Affinity conjecture   The maxi crime of the molecule   Anthology incidence   The imperceptible concealed pressure grab   Semaphore    pornography  Icarus confusion   Mistaken hitherto Lighthouse corpuscle The methodical contradictory government kernal   The definitive Pontiac satellite verb   Repetition hyper wave   Nerve poison bric-a-brac   Emphasis junky    Initiation constant   Jocular missal    Ressurection velocity   The trembling multilinear hamburger dawn   Creator god typeface   The continuous freedom accolade   The syntax of multitudinous ambiguity  Rhythm yeast   Incunabula wire   Soporific membrane   Duvet conspiracy   Tabasco landing   Fabulous mothership icon   Domicile filigree   The resignation studio   Meltdown incubus   The preposterous circus malcontent    Generous massacre   The absolute right now genre sale   The automatic torpor network   Genius phobia   The latest anthracite catacomb    My favourite arithmetic knoll   Empathy missile strike

The Spirit Of You

The spirit of you, ingrained in the
matrix of all living things

shining like a galaxy of phosphorous
stars

broadcasting the majesty and banner
of the sun

The spirit of you, droning like a wavelength
of hydrogen bees

harvesting the glitter of an
irresistible dawn

deep in the encryption of Earth

brightness and lustre of chrome

zen song of blood

melting the heart with a
tumultuous pachanga of fire

The spirit of you, the wisdom of you

spinning raucously through time
like a universe of atoms

caught in a pantheon of flesh

immortal genius of light

electric machinery of bliss

immersed in a quantum of incalculable love