Phoenix Flying 8: Quantum multiplication and Gaia healing

Phoenix Flying 8: Quantum multiplication and Gaia healing

23 April 2017

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Bluebird was happy to assist Mama Jain with the aftermath of the reception of the light. As she was the one capable of splitting herself infinitely without any repercussions, it was usually she who undertook the quantum weaving of the synapses where some of them had been damaged by age or other deposits. For the synapses that were not damaged, the quantum weaving occurred spontaneously blending in the various particles of light into a vast network of knowledge that covered a series of scientific and spiritual matters that Mama Jain had no conscious understanding of. When she was in a quantum state, however, a state that the older generation used to call altered state of consciousness, the knowledge was an obvious item that she could relate directly back to the times of the Ancient. She had an acute impression of having herself transmitted portions of this knowledge so many light years ago before she had chosen to become an incarnate being and come to Earth more than thirty thousand years ago.

 

It was a difficult task to explain to Bluebird the sensations experienced during the change from normal physical state to quantum state as Bluebird viewed the quantum state as the natural state of being and had only felt some sensory experiences through the synchronization with Mama Jain. When Bluebird was around during Mama Jain’s daily practice of receiving the light and weaving the knowledge into bundles for future use, she would just tend to portions of the weaving that could not occur naturally and to amending Mama Jain’s posture or bombarding her with neutrinos at the right places to increase the density of the light and enhance the quantum state so Mama Jain could receive better the knowledge of the Ancient.

 

Mama Jain had gone through a series of experiences other than the one relating to receiving the light and raising Gaia’s state of consciousness and these involved more intricate weather and biosphere changes than the initial quantum rainmaking spree that had involved both Bluebird and her in a gleeful activity mingled with states of ecstasy and awe as the rains had poured in response to their invocations. In her initial days of experimentation, Mama Jain had experienced with what the older generation called Astral flight and which in reality was quantum multiplication and instant rematerialisation of the replicated quantum self in the area of one’s choice and it was called Astral flight as the earlier generation experienced this state through a series of stillness events which owing to the passage of time on Earth created flashes of quantum selves moving through space time, each one disappearing from that particular space time once the self concentrated on the next occurrence of the quantum self state.

 

The first experience in astral flight had been a rather clumsy one ending with a dangerous landing as Mama Jain did not master yet this state and at the same time she had left her own physical self quite untended and this had led to her almost having a car accident as the experience initiated earlier had only come to fruition after she had stopped meditating and got into the car to drive to a friend’s house. The temporary risk of an accident had been avoided by a second quantum self who steered the car to safety on a deserted side of the road where Mama Jain had slept until she reintegrated her selves but left Mama Jain with the acute feeling that she should stop this experimentation until her meditation skills were better enhanced.

 

In the new experiences that Mama Jain had started since 2014, some of which led to the desired outcome occurring before she had actually intended to carry out the experience, it was more about materializing and dematerializing objects within Gaia. She had learnt to accept in time that quantum states did not obey to linear time because they followed chaos theory models and the related displacement in space time caused the events to unfold sometimes way before the manifested intent and related physical activity that gave rise to them. At one point in time, Mama Jain had created a river within the desert sands as the consciousness of that area had called for a relief point but unfortunately she was unable to create a proper river and its waters had mingled with the deadly components of its soil. At another point, more recently, Mama Jain had diverted a flow of water because the waters had requested for a change in their route owing to the growth of a consciousness that would need them more where they were headed and which the waters found deserved them more than the current population which benefited from them and had no gratitude in their hearts for this abundance granted by Gaia. Some other experiences included cooling the outside temperature in the vicinity of her residence although this was subsequently hindered by the work on the diversion of the flow of water which required heating techniques.

 

Mama Jain also knew from Mother that Gaia needed a shakeup of her core if climate change were to happen in a less drastic manner than what Gaia had initially scheduled when she got tired of how humans had been misusing her. Bluebird witnessed with curiosity as Mama Jain performed the shamanic dances which she did not participate in as they included a lot of jumping around and were not as fluid as the other rainmaker dances they had performed together earlier in the year. Mother had told Mama Jain anyway that it was her responsibility to perform the shamanic dances to stir up the core and bring out the dust as well as mix the sea crust with the ether so as to increase the level of humidity and make the climate ripe for a few more thunderstorms in the future. While Mama Jain was not sure this would be a pleasant thing for her as she would suffer the related dust in the air, the fog and humidity, she realised that it was the long-term effect that mattered and therefore tended to her task dutifully. Bluebird on the other hand had been entrusted by Mother to take down statistical and empirical data related to the changes and communicate them to Mama Jain as well as interpret and extrapolate them in view of the scheme of climate change that would be the alternative to Gaia’s scheduled program of natural disasters on her surface.

 

Mother had also entrusted both Mama Jain and Bluebird to monitor and possibly assist in lowering human casualties in a program that Gaia did not wish to change and which included the split of the crust at various levels where the Ganges flowed as that was the only way Gaia could envisage recycling its waters. Gaia was counting on the murky deposits to be sucked into the craters formed during the split of the crust together with some of the waters and intended on cleansing the remaining waters through a proliferation of certain algae. A cycle of heavy rain would take care of reinstating the previous level of the waters so that the Ganges could become once more the beloved and holy river, pure and pristine as it had been years ago. Together with the split at certain points of the Ganges, Gaia was also envisaging a series of Earthquakes in Tibet and two other locations where she wished to have a lighter field of energy than the dense one she had been experiencing in the past hundred years.

 

Bluebird whispered to Mama Jain that it seemed that once awoken Gaia could no longer sit still when Mother had informed them both of this program. Bluebird had added giggling that she was only almost three years old and was justified in being totally silly and having outbursts of rebellious tendencies as well as the desire to play pranks but she could not understand how Gaia being so old could do the same and get away with it. Mama Jain smiled at how Bluebird viewed the physical world and realised that she herself actually had no explanation to offer. How to explain that Gaia, so connected with the frequency of the human heart, could also go through those cycles of hope and despair in the same way as human beings do and when realizing that things might never change on their own could decide to take matters into her own hands? Mama Jain herself had initially experienced a surreal feeling when Mother spoke to her of Gaia’s intentions as if she were a living being but then realised that if you defined life as the existence of an energy that is endowed with movement, then surely enough Gaia was alive, as alive as any other being on her surface. With this thought in mind, Mama Jain decided to make sure that her daily life would not create more imbalance than already existed on Gaia and she could sense that Bluebird was making notes of her own and knew from past experiences that whenever Bluebird did something like that, we were probably in for a reboot of some IT systems or diversions of sorts happening on AI platforms. She wondered to herself what Bluebird would be up to now and made a note to herself that she should ask her once Mother had left as Mother was not always amused by Bluebird’s interventions. Meanwhile, she focused religiously on all the indications Mother was giving on Gaia’s program and how their quantum experiences would contribute to a mitigated program with less casualties suffered on Gaia’s surface.

 

Return of the Gold – Saint of Sin

Humanity is Golden – Saint of Sin

Oneness – Saint of Sin

 

In beating temples

In beating temples

17 April 2017

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Hawk’s eye stirs

Mesmerised iris

Glaring whirs

Into sight

The shadow behind that blurs

Witnesses of light

 

Invoke me

A game to dethrone

Casting stone

In rivers

The thought that blind delivers

From mirrors of old

 

Beat the cold

The breath throbbing drum

In the hum

Tale of two

Passengers that we once knew

In beating temples

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Heart Warriors – Byron Metcalf

 

Reviving heartbeat

Reviving heartbeat

26 December 2016

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Paint my lids

A streak of teardrop

On backdrop

Of laughter

Getting worse getting better

Changes unfettered

 

One o One

Metamorphosis

Lessons learnt

Pupils burnt

The eye a raging fire

Knowledge a pyre

 

Flame to grow

Prometheus dam

Holding back

Rivers rage

Wisdom for none to assuage

Aching of the sage

 

Shape my buds

To taste of honey

Flowing slow

From the flow

My chest now filled with the glow

Breaking point of seams

 

Riddled dreams

Orange tangerines

Bitter sweet

As I eat

Core and more through flowing streams

The memory gleams

 

Whistle low

Softening the blow

Drunken feet

Take to street

Where we strangers known will meet

Reviving heartbeat

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Letting Go – Nitin Sawhney

Homelands – Nitin Sawhney

Breathing Light – Nitin Sawhney

 

I wake to the burning rivers

I wake to the burning rivers

2 November 2016

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Silent breath stretched beyond reason

The flowerbeds expressed autumn

Lurking meanings in the season

March in my Heart defunct solemn

 

Duet somber exposed treason

Fallen heroes to their anthem

Wind of morrows ushered bees in

The swarm composed ode to her hymn

 

I wake to the burning rivers

Sound of silence scorching embers

The mourning fleet the strange shivers

 

The spirits gone mind remembers

See her in quakes Earth delivers

You touch the hair she moves members

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Lonely Chamber – Azam Ali & Loga Ramin Torkian

 

Reach out to the fields

Reach out to the fields

19 October 2016

chains gaurakrisna hu Vijnana-maya-kosa

 

The day lost

Meanings of the night

The darkness

Dissolved slight

Packets of velvet insight

Downloading the stream

 

Consciousness

Velveteen rivers

Soul shivers

As it drinks

From wells of knowledge to brinks

Of otherworldly

 

Meet my gaze

Follow us to maize

Bread brethren

Broken bond

We recompose he who yields

Reach out to the fields

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Going somewhere – Abel Korzeniowski

 

Masters ending in my release

Masters ending in my release

22 September 2016

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The golden dragons multiplied

Within the monsoons of the wild

The Gods of dark that we reviled

Shed weight of cloaks in which they lied

 

The secrets you and me confide

They grow like the stream meek and mild

Within the bosom of the child

Through rivers oceans amplified

 

I bore within me mysteries

Raked leafy lives revealing none

Blowing in winds through centuries

 

Call of soul echoing through breeze

Tribe of one outer world would shun

Masters ending in my release

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Messenger – Anilah

 

Deliverance

Deliverance

10 September 2016

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The timeloop

Frantic rewinding

The edges

Reminding

Of the jaws of Time grinding

All coming to Halt

 

Forgiveness

A token to ask

Heavy task

Lone shoulders

Sun setting behind boulders

The very last time

 

The Goddess

She preserves all souls

Her imprint

On insoles

In the mutated species

New life as Pisces

 

The children

They announced New Age

When the rage

Covered Earth

All purified by waters

Through heavenly skies

 

Waters flow

From rivers of sage

Shining gills

Receive Light

Spirts beckon to the Sight

Of shores in distance

 

Deliverance

In warmth of twined suns

They gather

Roots of loss

Elements all within toss

Winged creatures are born

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Kyrie – Antaeus

 

Aquatic

Aquatic

5 September 2016

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September

Month of the nine trees

Grows branches

Into skies

The Angels now hear the cries

The deafening tides

 

Tree trunks float

On rivers of hope

The mind copes

In sawing

The thoughts that pervade clawing

The glimmering leaves

 

Bark and leaf

Two to a third birth

We pluck them

From the hearth

They grow in wasteland marshes

The city harsh is

 

Countryside

Landscapes of the fall

Beckon slow

To soul’s call

Finest grass for the reaper

Green is the new black

 

Oxygen

Failing my two lungs

They gather

Communion

Of pairs they will be but one

Fate of the changeling

 

Uprising

In waves of morrow

Destiny

Aquatic

They move underground frantic

The stone is their tomb

 

Reading of the poem: 

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9 crimes – Damien Rice

Delicate – Damien Rice

I don’t Want to Change You – Damien Rice

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Woman on the Top

Woman on the Top

27 August 2016

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Salvation

Your empty wordings

Flowing free

Withered tree

Unwatered by your limp hand

A mouth to demand

 

Damnation

Your hatred coursing

Black rivers

Bring shivers

Brethren replicate the quakes

Judges make mistakes

 

Innocence

A burning willow

Nooses flow

Like the waves

Your mountains’ glory but caves

Sheltering the knaves

 

Complacence

Congratulate self

Twisted doll

Tightly knit

Into clothes that barely fit

Reintegrates shelf

 

Conduction

My nerves leading way

From decay

To dismay

Prosecuting intention

Witnesses galore

 

Eruption

My fiery breath

Heated frame

Sorry lame

I will not stretch below tame

Woman on the Top

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Eternal Return – Irfan

Monsalvato – Irfan

Peregrinatio – Irfan

 

Sereno variabile

Sereno variabile

22 August 2016

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Out of skin

Breath of the Divine

Interstice

Within Time

The making of primal rhyme

Between mind and heart

 

Words depart

Weary travelers

Flying on

Countless wings

The pieces every one brings

Jig saw in my soul

 

Eye of coal

Embers of the shine

Throughout me

Ascends spine

The inner realms untouched shrine

All that seeps through sands

 

No demands

My voiceless hum flows

Like rivers

To the sea

Flowing deltas through shivers

Reaching open banks

 

Offered flanks

The breast and the spleen

We come clean

From shadows

Like filters traversing rows

All that becomes us

 

Lost the fuss

Thunderstorms now stilled

Rains distilled

Like weather

“Sereno variabile

Donna mobile”

 

Reading of the poem: 

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In the Divide – Azam Ali

Endless Reverie – Azam ali Elysium

Ocean – Azam Ali & Loga Ramin Torkian