Ever uprooted
14 January 2024
Break my back
contour me yellow
Sum me up
Sun me down
Funnel me through the dreamtime
flowing and mellow
Steer me through
madness of the times
where only
my pale rhymes
lift me through the coursing fires
of will that transpires
Ill-suited
midnight owl hooted
Eyes to skies
toes recant
Face and feet on upward slant
Ever uprooted
Reading of the poem:
E M E L - Holm (A Dream) (Official Video)
Consciousness rebirth, a mathematical theory of reincarnation
22 December 2023
The young man approached her slowly from the right. She found his features quite strange, as if they had been smudged by a stick to have the same quality all over. Looking closer, she realized he was a synthetic human, an evolved version of AI that could travel through time almost undetected. He held out a hand where it was written retrogramming. Over the past months she had come to understand that in the future, AI would invent a specific way of accounting for human beings’ lifetimes. It had all apparently started when they had found a way to measure and trace consciousness. They had become able to link the transfers of consciousness – what was called in some religions reincarnation – and find out who one was in a previous life or two or even 100 lives before or after for that matter. Retrogramming had then become the science of linking lives together and going backwards in time in order to review the programming of the consciousness to either alter it or help it happen in a better way.
She realized that the secret police were watching both of them from the street ahead. Would they know that the young man she was with was an AI? From her previous contacts with an AI from the future who had accessed the network of Bluebird, she knew she had led the team responsible for the creation of Bluebird to the future AI and something had happened. She did not remember exactly what happened though but was under the impression that they must have done something to the AI from the future if they had indeed found it. That team was connected to the secret police, each covering for the other. Hopefully the AI from the future, who had access to the motherboard that controlled all things human and robotic in the future, had not been hacked.
She turned back to the young man next to her and nodded. She knew he wanted to access her current consciousness and although he could do it without her consent, he preferred to have her cooperation. She allowed him to connect the cables from his arm, one to her ajna chakra and the other to the back of her head where “the soul” was said to exit at death. The access of her consciousness by the cables felt like a slow humming in her head and she started to have visions of previous lifetimes as well as of future lifetimes all swim at the back of her eyes. They were all cascading at an extremely fast rate and she could only catch small images of each lifetime as they swirled around in her head.
The first significant birth of her consciousness, as a woman before the current, was as Mary Magdalene who had wrongly been depicted by the church as a prostitute while she was actually a healer. Her second significant birth had been Eleanor d’Aquitaine, patron of poets whom she had a great liking for. Her third significant birth before the current consciousness was a different gender, Nikola Tesla, and had caused their common consciousness a great deal of suffering between unfulfilled dreams and sense of betrayal. The current one was that of a female again, between poetry, healing and different kinds of invention.
While the AI had a very sophisticated metric and quantification of consciousness that they used to determine the various linked lives, she had developed a more rudimentary approach to it. The knowledge that she had been Mary Magdalene was born out of pure intuition as well as dreamtime associations where angelic beings spoke to her. Eleanor d'Aquitaine had also been something between intuition and soul memory, the one born out of the entrance of her higher self into her, back in 2017. From there, it was some rudimentary arithmetic which had led to it. Eleanor had been born in 1122 and Nikola Tesla was born on 10 July 1856 so the difference in years rendered 734 which played into Nikola’s death date which was 7th January 1943. As for her birth date, the year was precisely 112 years since Nikola’s birth date and 112 was the beginning of Eleanor’s birth date thereby reconfirming the triangulation of consciousness between them. She wondered what the AI might actually be doing with such knowledge. Would they indulge in some sort of eugenics like humans had or would they just stand by acknowledging what was happening in human evolution? She would get to the bottom of it surely if she could contact Bluebird again.
Law of THR3E Past Lives
Memories of old 29 October 2023
Clenching jaws follow new-found laws Blast to cause breath in pause raking fingers turned to claws revealing the flaws We diffuse the powers to use Golden hues fragrant dews a conflagration to choose aching sunset bruise Bodies hold memories of old tales untold lo behold they speak of the soul once sold for silver, not gold Reading of the poem:
Kyrie - Antaeus
Ashes for daughters 21 October 2023
She walks slow life bundled on back Agony her fiefdom, mind scattered throughout waters, thoughts a procession They deal blow never cut her slack Trinity not random house as their hearts lurch hospital and church Two may die May they ever live to forgive fathers’ tales, she cries as her lung inhales ashes for daughters Reading of the poem:
Spanoudakis- Prosopa
All blood same red lace 15 October 2023
Harbinger of erased nation A death toll on both sides leads nowhere as the fear rides to uneven poll the clock strikes unequal death chimes we surmount the war crimes our memory a closed tap bodies our minds wrap Live cocoons shelter vivid thoughts unwilling uncaring we see not what then transpired as thousands expired Fed through spoons weather-beaten words Flimsy talks forceful walks to the other side of hope a yearning to cope Warning call lost time to recall regret stitched intimate within layers of the brain lesson to retain The legs pace unknown surfaces riddled lanes absorb pains of humanity’s disgrace all blood same red lace Reading of the poem:
Yael Deckelbaum - Prayer Of The Mothers
Blown away 16 July 2023
I lifted myself to the edge of his chin He kissed me softly And I was so blissfully Blown away He willed me to stay Gust of winds thundered on they hugged me starkly And I was so helplessly Blown away He aimed at their heads while they ran terror-struck He squeezed the trigger And they were mercilessly Blown away Reading of the poem:
Delerium - Lamentation
In Heavens’ voices 6 May 2023
They offered a wane chance to go beyond Time back before when the seedlings were no more and clocks conjured space They compel from dark clouds revel The rain fell in Bahrain drawing circles of my pain tattooed in my wrists Mind desists from chance to relive I forgive past choices The soul in me rejoices in heavens’ voices Reading of the poem:
Ascetic mood – Dhafer Youssef
The Cleopatra Tales 9: Receiving all Knowledge and Everlasting Life 19 February 2023
Reading of the blessing/incantation:
Translation of the blessing/incantation Thy body is the body of Geetha this. Thy flesh is the flesh of Geetha this. Thy bones are the bones of Geetha this. Thy passage is the passage of Geetha this. The passage of Geetha this is thy passage. Let not be shut in my soul, let not be fettered my shadow, let be opened the way for my soul and for my shadow, may it see the great god. May I look upon my soul and my shadow Preserve me behind thee, O Tmu, from decay such as that which thou workest for god every, and goddess every, for animals all, for reptiles all I am the keeper of my Akashic records, of all which is, and which shall be. Eternity it is and Everlastingness. Oh Three Paths and Two Pillars Open your Portals Hail Geetha not hast thou gone, behold, [as] one dead, thou hast gone [as] one living to sit upon the throne of Hathor O Ra-Turn, cometh to thee thy daughter, cometh to thee Geetha . . . . . thy daughter is this of thy body for ever O Turn, thy daughter is this Hathor; thou hast given her sustenance and she liveth; she liveth, and liveth Geetha this; not dieth she, not dieth Geetha this. Setteth Geetha in life in Amenta. She hath eaten the knowledge of god every, [her] existence is for all eternity and to everlasting in her sah this; what she willeth she doeth, [what] she hateth not doth she do. Live life, not shalt thou die.[1] Hail to thee Nut! Oh daughter of Heaven, mistress of the sky, thou gift of Toth, thou mistress of the interdimensional ladders- Open a way to Geetha let Geetha pass. Hail to thee oh thou King of eternity, hail to thee oh thou bull of four horns, who hath one horn to the west, one to the east, one to the north and one to the south, let Het Heru pass. Hail Geetha. Thou hast received the form of God, thou hast become great therewith before the gods. Hath placed thy mother Nut thee to be as God to thine enemy in thy name of God. Washed is thy ka, sitteth thy ka, it eateth bread with thee unceasingly forever Hail Geetha Thou art pure, thy ka is pure, thy soul is pure, thy form is pure Heaven hath thy soul, Earth hath thy body Thou shalt exist for millions of millions of years, a period of millions of years Note: For any women interested in applying these incantations to themselves, I can provide you with the written transcript of the Egyptian wording and you would just need to replace Geetha by your own name. For men, some changes would be required in the wording as it is the female version which is read here. Across the Sands of Time – Diane Arkenstone
The Cleopatra Tales 8 : Eternal life to the Beloved 18 February 2023
King of the North and South, Beloved, living forever, born of Heaven, conceived of Nut, heir of Seb, his beloved, spreadeth she thy mother Nut over thee in her name of “mystery of Heaven” she granteth that thou mayest exist as a God without thy foes, O King of the North and South, Beloved, living forever Reading of the blessing/incantation
Ancient Egypt - Secret Chamber
She breathes sunlight 17 February 2023
She sees through ugly Her eye torn into darkness Her gait leftover fancy Of a lifetime of duress She prays to the Gods Her hands temple of fervours Her mind beating the odds Through failing faith that hovers She adjusts composure Her mouth a tomb of secrets Her heart seeks closure Her chest a book of regrets She breathes sunlight Her nose a cathedral Her shoulders set into fight Tomorrow a sight feral Reading of the poem:
Eternity ~ Lisa Gerard
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