Month: Mar 2016

Expect an Increase in Awakenings & Epiphanies as Scales Fall from Hardened Hearts

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“Awakenings” — or we can call them by the delightful word “epiphanies” — are happening everywhere, randomly and effusively. Seemingly “bad” circumstances are being reversed or even overthrown. People who felt hopeless or lost in darkness are spontaneously finding the light. Many with previously hardened hearts are being opened up to the fullness of emotional experience. The brokenhearted are being inexplicably mended. Family relationships are being suddenly healed. This isn’t something I’m inventing or exaggerating. I know this to be true. Not only from what friends have told me or from what I’ve observed around me in the lives of others but also from my own experience, especially over the last couple of years or so. I have seen miracles happen — more than miracles — and I have felt my own heart and spirit being transformed through it. The more one’s heart is transformed, the more exponentially it transforms — like a snowball rolling down a hill, growing in size and velocity as it does so. It has a momentum all of its own.

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The Brussel Atrocities

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BRUSSELS! HERE WE GO AGAIN! We’ve been here before. Many times. There are so many holes in the official narrative that the truth must surely be leaking out like a rusty old garden watering can. It can’t just be me who is wondering — yet again — how the explosive stunts such as those pulled in Brussels airport could be allowed to happen. I use the word “allowed” deliberately. Because there can be no other cause behind these atrocities. They were surely allowed to happen by the authorities. How come these “authorities” say, after the atrocities, that the people who committed them were already under surveillance, yet they are still allowed to pitch up undisguised at an international airport with sophisticated CCTV in place (there is also digital facial recognition technology in place at Brussels airport), wearing a highly visible BLACK GLOVE on their left hands (a known cover for explosive trigger devices), leave luggage near the check-in desks of a US AIRLINE while one of them walks away and leaves the airport after the deadly explosions? The “authorities” have admitted they knew exactly where they were staying (they somehow always admit that AFTER the atrocities). They were under surveillance! This beggars belief! Commandos raided an apartment in Brussels ten days ago and had a shoot-out with a bunch of terrorists, after which the two guys with the black gloves in the airport had been able to get away and be on the run! How could that happen? The military spooks, their listening hubs and special forces are people who could find you even if you buried yourself in a hole in the Sahara in a dust storm! It just doesn’t hang together and anyone who thinks it does is either hopelessly brainwashed or suffering from Ostrich Syndrome!

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A Temporary State of Love [poem]

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If you’re hoping that I’ll sort you out and mend your life
and take away your strife and bucketful of baggage
like it’s broken up and chockly full of empty holes
you’re waiting for a man like me to fill (my ancient role),
I’ll be your therapist or bosom friend but not your lover.

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Treasures in my Attick [poem

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when i was a tiny child i constantly begged
the spirit i called god to render me invisible
but here i can report to you s/he never did

then when all my molecules had multiplied
and made me huger than i ever was before
i realised that now i am (invisible, that is)

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A Certain Temporariness [poem]

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It’s just a stone’s throw from the birth day to the box.
That precious stone I keep inside my pocket to remind me
that I’m only me (my life a gift) [a vagrant] temporarily.
I was not ‘this’ or ‘that’ or any other thing before my birth.
To say I was would show I had not grasped the nature
of the ego’s time-bound status in a life upon this earth.

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Västra Skogen [sonnet]

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The trees which one time clothed your naked frieze
were where the essence of me played my hide-
and-seek from mythologic entities
and where, when gazing at the stars, I cried.

I’ve walked your hillpine corridors before
by rays sent from your almost-midnight sun.
From Nothing Forest, too, I walked the shore
of iced-up waters, hunting with my son.

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By the Power vested in me [poem]

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No matter what outrageous kind of kismet will befall you
with its bristles, in the seeming random lottery of days
{the blows of which can crush you bleeding to the ground
by creeping up behind and wielding wildsome weaponry
in dextrous ways, discharged and fired without a sound};
however lowly you may sink into the bottomless abyss
or treacled treadmill of despair, I hereby now declare
with all the power vested in me as a minister of life & love
ordained by juicefilled frequencies which freely emanate
from panoplies above in flawless worlds foreverly uncursed:
that always and in truly every little lovely nuanced way
your last state will be limitlessly better than your first.

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Treasures in my Attic [sonnet +1]

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There are treasures in my attic which, if known
would lead to my arrest and then detention
for the crime of spitting diamonds out alone
and in the dark (a quirk of this dimension).

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