A Love Letter to Humanity
REWIND
A split second is a world of difference. Prophecies resurface, humanity at a crossroads. The effects of the concrete jungles now reach the declining Amazons. The comfortably numb must adapt to the rapid demands of the ruling hands.
A macrocosmic force referenced in penmanship, the ink still wet. The presented works of art are open to interpretation. Adopting its larger forms, the micro forces may be observed as secrets, or inverted, questions of truth. The sun has a love affair with the moon.
The elders speak of life’s dualities through stories. Our dreams are a myth, messengers beyond formation. Wild nature is feasting; natural selection is on the menu. Transformations ripple out into eternity. Individually and collectively, neither separate from its origin. The alignment of many planets is at a pivotal point, 52 to 2,080 years in length. The Mesoamerican calendar restarted in 2020, the singularity effect 2024.
Mystical experiences shake the profound to its core. What is fathomable, has existed, does exist, or will exist. Spiraling DNA, moving in waves, morphing, mutating, chromosomal abnormities. Endless, without the certainty of its beginning, enter where you wish, exit when you reach your destination. With a hawk-eye view, come back full circle.
SURVIVOR
After surviving a near-death experience, the practice of a new art form preoccupied my mind. Any distraction from the painful recovery helped. Fractured Pelvis, Femur bone, Ribs, Ruptured Artery and testicle, Lung damage, lung infection, all totaled 6 surgeries and 7 blood transfusions.
Alone in a foreign country, my savior became the nurse who changed my diapers. Lucky to be alive, my spirit was reborn. In this interpretation of rebirth, my realization was to face the demons. Some call it Karma, others luck, or fate. Starting with scoliosis of the spine, right and wrong evaporated. Breaking 3 bones the year prior, collar bone before that, I reached the final blow.
KARMA
What lessons did I need to learn to avoid any more pain and repetition? A pattern repeating was affecting my actions and outcomes.
I needed to dig past the grave of my death, my birth, and find the roots of my existence.
A profound task indeed, with the responsibility to follow. With protection from the angelic realms, I was the last of nine lives.
When the pandemic hit, I was in a hotel, unable to move from my bed. My intuition guided me to new skills. There was a new world emerging outside of my hotel’s walls, chaos seeped through the cracks. All the cards unfolded. A bulb of time on pause, I time traveled. Exploring the inner worlds, calling celestial planes. I sought refuge in the sanctions of prayer, divination, and magic.
What emerged was an eternal ancient voice.
Encompassed within the temporary flesh, this voice grew in force. It’s tradition free and liberated. Naked and nourished, the voice began to speak.
RHYTHM
Reflecting, like a mirror, what do you see? Stardust, The One, The All (Ajaw). 5 elements within the body’s place. “As the times they are a-changing,” the cycles of motion are still in spin.
Articles to win, divided by currency, politics leading by sin. Some hear but do not listen. Podcasts emerge written word in its background. The interweb builds a vast network, a cage of encrypted spiders. Language broken down through the virtual age, mythology lost in the art of burning sage.
Within the Eon of Pisces, Ancient linguistics dream of fire. Passed through torches in the hands of the warriors. The shadow that is cast reveals a reason to rhyme. The stories that were told, shine light upon a man’s crime. An Aquarian race making art with limited download space. The action put in the wisest place, let this history be preserved for us to trace.
GOLD
Let the cards fall, let’s see their face, in divination, there is The Jokers face. A grand retrograde. 5 planets whole, moving within each living soul. “Outside in the cold distance, a wild cat does prowl.” Two riders approaching, nature beckons, and the trees stand stall.
Bring me up and let me fly, there is no further down, how many must die? “How many roads must a man walk down, before he looks up at the sky.” Smoke blowing in the wind, fire burning at the call. Will I say something that makes you feel like SHOUTING in a Hall, hall (softer), hall (softer)?
A reunion on repeat, or the invitation to Satan’s ball?
If a magical Gene appeared before you, granting any wish, would you think of yourself, or the vast ocean of plastic fed fish?
If language is an art form created to share, let the spells of words be the mother that shall care.
“Be the change you seek in the world,” Gandhi's wisdom rings bold, like gold, re-told.
UPSIDE DOWN
The power of words has been influenced by its inception. Infinite possibilities are conceptualized and brought to light. In the ears of the initiates, there is a strategic design to deliver. Vulnerable words acquire fortune and fame. The purest climbs to holy gates of shame. Upside down and in reverse, the internal struggles always seem first. Down Pluto and Jupiter, Santa’s slay conjunctions with Gaia.
Real gifts lay where fake presents fall, through stories they say, far from the eagle’s call. Bring it all, bring it all, chaos stands here, mighty and tall. Felt by those unable to fall. Down, down, the brightest star is loved by all. To underworlds we go, Venus, ho ho ho.
Jolly is Saint Nick, bearing the colors of winter’s white and red mushroom head. While the kids are asleep, the elder’s trip on Amanita’s tall feet. Bring me back, or forward, to where light takes a storm. Radiating the 5 pointed stars, pentagram’s form. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. Ether together creates the magic of a mother’s birth. Rise above the fog and cloud, to the presents of the beloved Dove.
These words are influenced by grateful Dave, and in the computer file, I click save. For those who gave, when I was in need, hope, and love, in which to feed. Thank you kindly, I no longer bleed. Thank you immensely, my tears proceed. With gratitude, with rejoice, I am here to be. In service to those who gave to me. You are my inspiration, the light that shines upon me. The morning call to rise again. The saints that saved, this humble friend.
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References:
- Planetary conjunctions
- Mayan calendar
- Hopi prophecy
- Santa Clause & Amanita Miscarius
- Protection Pentagram and the 5 Elements
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