The Multiverse's Tool

[Mark]

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=Jqy7q601c2E

What is it within you that pulls, ever pulls, inexorably guiding toward some inscrutable outcome, that sets heart afire, steers life among paths, branching infinitely yet brilliantly lit by one, shining destination?

Who lit the fire that inspires, releasing aspirations of potentiality unbound branching heavenwards, lightning-tongued whips of flame questing high like birds, the byproduct of alpha-wave conditioning, on the verge of total neural-network de-partitioning, synthetic holism realized, third eye, shining bright.

It seems obscene to dream of such things. Opposition in full disarray, the battle stalls on multidimensional fronts, legions of angels and demons pray while humans slay each other like cattle, the wars between the gods providing context and the stall for us all. Dreaming wanderers ponder the mystery of the ages but the bills need to be paid, the children’s way lightened, examples provided in a changing world of ceaseless instability, as destiny unfurls and the nobility of soul shine amidst the bones of humanity’s savagery. The ability of human kindness to outweigh the depredations of the day lies in heart resonation, peace and prosperity the evidence of an enlightened nation coming into it own fruition.

As Gaia herself groans beneath our weight, consumption ever on the plate, gluttony and greed are the seeds of utter destruction sown, grown to monstrous size, behemoths stalk the earth rending nations beneath their talons, stations of sanity flourish as humanity’s vanity salts the soil while the waters and the air boil. Ruminations continuously coursing, flourishing discourses of force, grumbling uprisings of seismic proportions rumble forth, then … rebirth.

The start of a new day. The deepest contemplative forces reveal the void.On the cusp of despair and joy death is deployed, scythe fixed in place, his thousand-yard-stare a glare of utter disdain, the harbinger of pain, darkness and light combined. Dark night of the Soul, fetal ruminations untold rise to the surface unfold as dreams and nightmares, personality patterning, spatterings of psychic detritus fly by us.

The bias of many heart-centered the horn of plenty resounds across clouds of bounty, shining stars of destiny’s unfoldment beam down. Frowns turn to smiles, night to day the interplay of chaos and order displayed as leviathan’s rage desolates the stage.

Is there a better way? As many as the stars scattered afar, guiding forces of impenetrable inscrutability, infinite creations, universes, the mind of God beheld. The angels fell to hell to be like us, collectivities of consciousness, progressively higher dimensional equations of zero-point oblation.

How do you share this with others? What is this, burning down deep in the soul desire, no fire of questing intensity, this imperative to seek, to know, to throw fortune and future to the wind on a whim, the fool.

The Multiverse’s tool.

Forever young in spirit and soul, boldly facing demonic stations of the cross, tossed by fate and whimsy upon the wind as the world batters about and shouts of elation and fear portend the End.

Then the Beginning.

Infinite, eternal, spinning vortices of intentionality burble quantum fluctuations of potentiality into existence, pulling, insistent. Hypnotic spirals gone viral, the centers yawning down and up into the iris of God’s eye, paradox implied, truth undeniably pliant and presented to the societally-determined demented. The Awakened, those tasked upon levels of knowledge and understanding slaked. Coursing with a tide unquenched, forcing minds wide with wonder, the plunder of the Akashic realized.Third eye, shining bright.

[sirdipswitch]

and yet another bites the dust... of creations wonder

[PurpleLama]

Wow, Mark, that was f*cking amazing! Damn near speechless, I am. You really oughta set that to music and make it an anthem of awakening.

[Mark]

LOL yes sirdipswitch, the dust is bitten, chewed slowly, contemplated and ingested with the realization that, by eating the earth, I am only eating myself.

Purplelama, I have others that are tunes, lyrics and melodies and all, this one is Spoken Word poetics, something I have not delved in, in a while. I'm glad you enjoyed. Bless!

[PurpleLama]

Posted by Rahkyt (here)
LOL yes sirdipswitch, the dust is bitten, chewed slowly, contemplated and ingested with the realization that, by eating the earth, I am only eating myself.

Purplelama, I have others that are tunes, lyrics and melodies and all, this one is Spoken Word poetics, something I have not delved in, in a while. I'm glad you enjoyed. Bless!

Any way to convince you to record yourself speaking it, then, and posting it? I would rip an mp3 from that so fast.... and play that sh!t for anyone who would listen!

Oops, I didn't notice the video! Awesome!

[DeDukshyn]

Posted by PurpleLama (here)

Posted by Rahkyt (here)
LOL yes sirdipswitch, the dust is bitten, chewed slowly, contemplated and ingested with the realization that, by eating the earth, I am only eating myself.

Purplelama, I have others that are tunes, lyrics and melodies and all, this one is Spoken Word poetics, something I have not delved in, in a while. I'm glad you enjoyed. Bless!

Any way to convince you to record yourself speaking it, then, and posting it? I would rip an mp3 from that so fast.... and play that sh!t for anyone who would listen!

And why not add some visuals to it for video? Rather than a music video - more of a soft lulling version ... Either way its excellent work Rahkyt!