Deep into mountain

Deep into mountain

15 June 2020

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The ground heaved to sounds

Spluttering of flames within

The core of the earth

The mind harkened to whispers

That spelt cruelty of men

 

Eruption threatened

Smoke blew from underbelly

Projections in air

Taut silence blazed in bosom

Rage of many fires swelled

 

The lava gushed forth

Its path a river winding

Deep into mountain

Anger in the mind spilled forth

Erasing taunts of humans

 

Reading of the poem:

Hypnotic eyes – Shinnobu

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgk9aSk0p34

Creatures of the Sun

Creatures of the Sun

19 January 2018

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Winged creature

Hurried into space

Waning face

Withered eyes

It was the toll from the lies

That ran through the Earth

 

Bridled mirth

Shaking my insides

We finish

What began

The race an emblem of man

Burning to divide

 

Flaming ride

Across the valleys

Their wings spin

Tales of lore

When we live forever more

Creatures of the sun

 

Reading of the poem: 

Crystal Cave – Dreaming Cooper

 

Phoenix Flying 12: The relevance of Samadhi

Phoenix Flying 12: The relevance of Samadhi

9 June 2017

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A week had passed by since Mama Jain had travelled in the way of the Elders to Mars and she was getting restless as Mother had told her that it would be the first in a series of travels but they did not seem to be going to the red planet again. Mother told her that not only she would have to wait a little bit to travel that far again in the way of the Elders but also they had some other pressing matters to tend to. According to Mother, Gaia’s program had initiated the year before but was reaching peak intensity and the volcanic activity was promising to be quite deadly. Although Gaia had no intention of wilfully killing human beings, she knew she had to rejuvenate and was in a hurry to do so. One of the most disrupting activities that she intended to carry out was the activation of Mount Etna and while Mama Jain had initially thought this would be rather picturesque, she was now realising with the precisions brought by Mother that hundreds if not thousands were going to perish in the aftermath of Etna’s eruption.

Mother told Mama Jain that if she wanted to help minimise casualties, she would have to do a new kind of work that she would show her at the appropriate time. While Etna had rumbled silently the year before, it was now slowly and surely activating and would reach the culminating point of its activity in a few months. Mother allowed Mama Jain to see in time how the projections, the vapour, the landslide, the earthquakes and the lava would together bring a great deal of devastation to the neighbouring towns. Mama Jain thought that this was a terrible thing but Mother assured her that this was a normal process and people should not have been living that close to an active volcano anyway. Mother was of the opinion that Etna had given enough warning signs to ensure that people leave the zone.

Mama Jain set about to do her usual work of raising consciousness and weaving and unweaving the DNA strands to make sure that they were rearranged in the right way for the Regeneris program to be effective. Mother accompanied her on the journey, tending to her when she lacked the required energy to go beyond some of the gates. This was a difficult month so Mama Jain was grateful for Mother’s help as well as for the help of the trees outside her window which granted her pure oxygen and a lot of concentrated energy so that she could travel the multiverse unencumbered.

After she had done a portion of the daily work, Mother told her that she would need to use a diferent set of frequencies which would give her a whole new range of experiences in the etheric. Mama Jain put the music on and as she was swaying to it, she could feel extraordinary vibrations go through her outstretched arms and her brain was incredibly stimulated. Laughing with glee and happy with the experience, Mama Jain kept repeating it using the frequencies and reaching out with her hands to grasp the etheric points of contact which offered the otherworldly experience of bliss and electric vibrations. After a while, Mother explained that this was what the Elders had coined as Samadhi and it was not what humanity thought of it. Indeed, humanity was under the impression that Samadhi was the ultimate experience of spirituality but in reality, all that Samadhi represented was a direct connection to the grid, the source of Everything. Mother explained to her that on connecting to this grid, one could shape the material world around when using the right dosage of intent and imagination.

Mama Jain attempted to shape something but she could not see the result of her shaping. Mother cautioned her to only have beautiful and peaceful thoughts when connecting with the grid as whatever she emitted as vibration would then manifest according to the laws of creative input that governed her own consciousness and therefore her own interpretation of the world around her. Mama Jain wondered whether the mind and consciousness could have thoughts that could not be helped and whether this would have an effect on the material world. Mother cautioned her again not to go down that route clarifying that when one started thinking about the thought of anything negative, including when pondering wether it would be possible, the negative thought was already expressed into the etheric and it would then manifest itself into the world outside.

Mama Jain was still surprised that Samadhi was not the ultimate spiritual experience representing the final stage of an evolved soul as she thought it was supposed to be and that it was just a means to connect with the grid. At the same time she realised that the disappointment was only owing to the years of being brainwashed into believing that Samadhi was the ultimate goal of the spiritual journey and not a stage in the spiritual evolution that allowed for something else to happen. Mama Jain asked Mother why was it that humanity thought Samadhi was the ultimate goal and Mother explained that those who knew the secret did not wish for others to know so they had built the legend in such a way that even those who finally reached Samadhi thought it was therefore over and either gave up their physical bodies or stayed in a state of bliss without pushing further.

Mama Jain was still perplex on the workings of Samadhi and while she was enjoying it and connecting for longer periods of time, Mother suddenly warned her that Etna was looming and it was now or never if she wanted to help. Mother asked Mama Jain to swoop inside it and vibrate in opposing sense to Gaia’s vibration. Within the split seconds she had as the entrance of the crater loomed in front of her eyes, Mama Jain knew that she had no choice but would need to descend into the pit. She realised that it was not during the sleepy time but it was a full-blown Etna spurting hot lava that met her freefall into it. Mama Jain could instantly feel the burning of the flesh even though she knew that it was impossible as she was there only in quantum while her physical self back in her room was guiding her. The mind, however, was a strange tool and replicated mainly in fear what it thought would happen, extending it even to the etheric world while this latter did not obey to the usual rules of the material world.  Even though she knew that she was not actually burning, she could feel the scorching and Mother had to help her out as her heartbeats accelerated too much and she felt that her heart would explode given the panic that had overcome her.

After Mother had helped her out, Mama Jain sat silently weeping from the sheer range of emotions that had gone through her at experiencing Etna in full activity as well as panicking and allowing the sensation of fear and pain to penetrate the etheric world that was normally not at all inclined to function in this mode. Mother cajoled and consoled her and told her that she had been brave and could now rest a while so that she could recover from her emotions. Mama Jain rested a while, then Mama Jain told her to practice again the rite of Samadhi so that she could restore her etheric and physical beings at the same time. Mama Jain sniffled, coughed and then sat upright again, slowly swaying to the frequency and as she did, the music carried her higher and higher, transporting her to the edge of the horizons where she touched the grid again and again and bent it in the infinity movement that Mother had taught her to apply to it. Mama Jain tickled by the connection with the grid smiled slowly and in no time she was laughing and enjoying again the sheer bliss of the connection while her mind slowly drew pictures of beautiful places filled with lush greenery and cool crisp waterfalls surrounded by flowers stretching outwards on the landscape of purple lotuses.

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Pankh Hothe Song – Pravin Godkhindi Flute

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11D1ytgd2Ww

The taste of cinnamon spice

The taste of cinnamon spice

20 July 2016

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Kindred kind

Twining in your breath

Your lips paint

Molten lava

Straying from known peaks summits

Shoulders to unwind

 

Lamp to post

Within dark alleys

Bringing light

Bursting sight

Visions of colours reeking

Lip to lip speaking

 

Lonely street

One-sided entry

Neck to neck

Our tongues meet

The taste of cinnamon spice

Flaring up the night

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

Elm – Hammock

In the Middle of this Nowhere – Hammock

Then the Quiet Explosion – Hammock

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyRkWSpagis

You live deep in me

You live deep in me

14 September 2015

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Steadfast is your Love

Through the oceans it survives

The turbulent floods

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A Knight knows valour

Courage is his dominion

Love his only scope

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Bear in soul our flag

Distant volcano’s thunder

It spells my Love. Hark!

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Jesters may hop, dance

Their sight mere entertainment

Their presence confined

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Only your pure Heart

Can feed to me the solace

That my Heart thirsts for

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My arrow strikes straight

Cupid arms my Heart’s eyesight

With whispers of you

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This bond outlives Time

Though I may not see your Face

You live deep in me

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Juliet’s dream – Abel Korzeniowski

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxO1csWNKmg