O wildment,
O quantum godships of aura with their passengers of truth on the way through
everything, at every moment there is a fifty percent chance your pulse is in
time with the beginning of the universe, at any one time these pulses together
can change it…
the centre of time:
O bless the
massive energy-hair-style-forrest of the hippy love armada in the world today,
breaking through the cracks like stencil masterpieces on the walls, the streets
near Brunswick pubs, smoking circles in Castlemaine parks, Wizards on the
streets of forrest towns with their staff leaned against health food shops and reading…
It is tree-life hair, artery and vein flowing
through the life pulse of the earth and causing massive schisms against the
impermaculture machine with moments of rhythm and grace of place to pass that
sublime time peace when we look at the children who ask us why and we have no
downward heart nor empty nothing of time, just the truth.
The answers of
potential power of consciousness, the essence of the Buddha pooh bear and
rockin roll lego space pirate in such meaningful simplicity. The path is there in love such as this, zap! Picture!
A time the universe has decided, lovers on the cliff edge, dancers in festivals together
moments, writers and hermits at their desk and time itself letting them know
that it is time to flow the energy of this moment of all sensitive beings. All sensative beings in
their I’less feelings of the power and power looking up to some mirage Lennon dream in the
haze. Through feet, all feel it and know closed eyes, feel the intention of
existence pull at them to concentrate, flow up from the ground and through energy skeletons, rivers out to sea to the sea
crest wave, golden white crown’s, the petals through the meditation within the thick of
hippy life.
Its our energy clan sorcerer and sorceress, into the webbed sky and funneling to equinoctial joint
places of the phoenixes feathers, where all else is gathering from the planet
and flying across the earth gathering, the wing edge leading to the heart, suddenly
huge in swoop. Down from the sight of three shooting stars and past smog and
the pentagon is there, the pentagon, placed in a golden pentagram mark-the-spot on the
subetheric station that only the true circle alchemists and druids really know about.
There a split second to align the place for all hackers and as massive attack huge, the first tear drop on the fire giant bird in rainbow glory, all the sacred spells
of the one hippy countries manga magnitude magnificence caught in golden
vermillion sunset before it plunges to the nest of the empire. Empire the vampire that
feeds directly on manipulated devolution, pain and memory, feeds on and sends
what’s left to their nearby juggernaut of a black-hole spacecraft, energy to
use, to enslave thousands, millions of pre-evolved systems to sweat shopped empires,
to power suck and no signature, just blank grey, everything…
Yes there the phoenix
swoops and down past the pentagon five huge fear-etheric distracted golem-scunge-shadow-demon guards they have as their psuedo angels and their huge weapons, down past and weaving round the web of the surveillance
spiders hardwired to advarda kadarva and there into the top room on the left
wing, past the dead Lichian necromancic skin concrete and wires sending war, past it to the
woman there at her computer desk. The average woman and woman essence shape shifter in a suit machine disguise, a power crystal of
tigers eye implanted in her chest where she holds secret the space of her original heart
that they cannot know, a creative heart they would never allow in their
heartless cogs, a heart that now goes Zaaaap!
And the most beautiful words of
existence where door of her forehead is open, her finger is signature on the
button, the smuggled disc of the maddest psytrance antivirus ruiniculated by
the last wizard of Atlantis is in the computer… it comes on as a fast pulse, a
whisper and wide eyes… the words are “And sow the Green Revolution…”
Boom! The
golden circuit is mixed, the cube aliens in their suits and offices of evil math look up with more than
the word surprise could ever understand, open their black eyes and unhide their black
square alien mouths in slow motion, in their gaping elongation. Yes it has been done, the sore spot in the armor has been pierced, time is
on pause for the dual war between these magic users. It is the strike for
freedom and the now is the only life the hippy love armada can live, all else
is our death without its reaction of the revolutionary, the reiki moment of the
masters.
In short she runs like the
ninth level of hell through the circuit plan, she knows it like the spine of her
enduring heart, out of the hallways of laser shredders, tangles of dark poison
green oblivion from the spiders and armies of scorpio rogue assassins with
their Capricorn death spells fired through machine guns, dodging the serpents who
appear and strike in the split of split, threading through all the dimensions
of possibility. But as they follow they realize that she’s running right into
the middle of the courtyard where they all smile and slow their sprint and know
that all the urchin spines of poisons very creation lead there, where the five
shadow demons rise catch their vision upon her, point their planet cannons,
and she stops with grace walks over to a tree on the grass land and sits, awaiting the answer to her move as the spiders swarm a sphere of green entrapment around her.
An she is
there, centre of the machine, the energy feild vision, there on top of the forty thousand lidded third eye of
the fear vampire dragon. There cross legged in her suit skirt and samurai dagger levitating blade groundward. In he walks, through the dilated alien tunnels of fear essence miasma that the spiders let open. In to her prison he walks with sharp cut slow
arrogant confidence that is the slow irritating click precision of every CEO at
the head of the twenty companies that now rule the world, right up to her face
behind his teenage suicide black wrap sunglasses and his essence of virgin rape
cologne, right up to her, smirks in oil, reaches to the middle of her breasts
as she sits there and rips the tigers eye amulet from her chest skin…
But this is
just skin, skin leather that cracks and all the pieces fall to the ground like
ash that starts to swirl around and gains speed, faster and faster and as it
gains speed she speaks through the void wind; “Tesla didn’t teach you everything my
love” and as the last syllables disappear the ground below her begins to glow
golden as he steps back in confidence that whatever she attempts now she is trapped. But as a portal gains size before her flakes of ash on the ground a double sided pyramid rises out. As he sees it he thinks the game is won, he wonders over to the circle of golden light looks down as his
smirk widens in a deepest pleasure, he sees what he expected, a digital display counting down
from ten… “ahh… destruction... I never thought you’d accept it into your life Tizrealle…at last you know death and this planets purpose... I
will enjoy rebuilding this place from your bones…” and as he orders the demons
to fire upon them, and the five horrid deep electric bass wynd up their weapons the size
of trains, she rises out of the portal, a golden energy tinged with white and flecks of
purple, an angel staring into the suit machine, the very mechanism of forgetful
death and failure.
She smiles the sad compassion smile at the blindness-tangled-soul before her, she says to him with voices three “you don’t know of what you speak, so I
must show you… give me your hand…” and there, just for a moment, the hologram
sunglasses part on the left and seen through is a blue iris, a pinpoint pupil searching for
her meaning and then falling back to black. Back into a smirk and he lifts his hand
to hold hers and squeezes in order to take her very soul through her skin. “So its some
vague marriage in this temporal ash is it?!" he laughs a wicked deep oil driven laugh "O my sweet skin yes! I do! The
agreement is that you will die ten thousand aeons and I but a second, O YES!
Amen! You know that’s the power of my weapons about to fire here, Let’s see… New
York Hospital; Birthdate 13 of the 5th 4024 13.51? Hows that to your liking of course the planet might be gone by then...”
yet she is unphased, her gaze is fixed, she replies “you don’t know power, you don’t know birth, you force me to repeat in your ignorance of what life rituals will always remain, I must
show you…” “show ME?! Show ME?!! Ha! there is nothing here I have not seen! LET US DIIIIEEE!!” and the sound of five
thousand lightning bolts unleashes a crack over head as all flashes white for a
split split second, a split second where she could feel nothing for the first time since her beginning, and it was slowly turning into a feeling of failure and of dread at its peak, the doubt that she had missed her mark with
both their hands, missed the strike that might have saved all her creation and to the all chaos oblivion of this planet…
But no, not
this time of time, she had stopped time again. The dagger had been struck into
the point of the pyramid and the number stopped on three. Three?! Somehow, he
suddenly realized he had been here before, and the meanings were clicking like
ancient clocks behind his slowing face that turned to fear and the black cube
elongated as his mouth. Three in the empty fullness heart! Three to the very
meaning of balance and memory! In flashes of white, as fortold in the darkest memory returning, holy spears of Urthona
struck as light through the golden portal beneath them, at the circumference
upon intervals as if on a clock face. Then the golden portal disc below them climbed
them and stretched into a bowl, Tizreal and the Machine became horizontal 3
o’cock, 9 o’clock, their feat stuck fast with shear power as it was rising and
rising, right until they were almost completely upside down, their hands still
holding the dagger.
Yet time could not stop pure energy, lightning from the five
weapons entered their trance of space and struck the handle of the ancient
dagger and the pyramid slowly, deathly, cut in half in a jaggared split. Inside, as it fell apart, a heart, a pulsing flesh-heart
with circuitry of aura pulsing in and out of it, still pulsing, the dagger was
weaving its way round its aura energy arterials until it entered one. Then
things began to speed up, time itself had been pierced. The machine had entered
hyper space before and the elongated everything to the second dimension he had
known, but this, this was even faster than that, however it was possible. Entering a tube of golden white of one dimension has no real
meaning, but points to what it was like, and if god was there and not the very being of there
he would have seen this; after a loop and launch of particle essence accelleration, a rainbow serpent and a black serpent were seen, spinning, oscillating
in and out of each other, descending into the depth of the earth in a spinning dual to the death, the Machine
tried to get control and spin out back to the surface but the surge was
unstoppable, this was the power of his own making, his own weapons, the power
of forty thousand empires of hate against them was forcing them onward and forty thousand empires of
love was guiding it.
Into the centre of the earth, led to where there was a massive
glowing golden egg and they entered it’s crown as a rush of a waterfall enters
a pool and at the last few curves of their holy spin, the machine began feeling
tighter, as if he was collapsing into the first dimension itself, tighter and
tighter, imploding, crushing into everything that was his centre, as he thought
he could get no smaller, he rounded the last curve everything slowed to a crawl
and he was at the base of the egg where he could see an archway gate, a mirror
of translucence, there he saw it, he froze as the helplessness of all prey had
taken over his entire being in front of the dragons head, the size of a temple
three stories high, grinning with teeth the size of monk staff as it began to
speak, “see? This is the truth of birth, of life, this earth, this is
yourself…” and at that the mirror shattered into a million stars and the dragon
swallowed the machine.
Epilogue:
Yet as the
tail was absorbed so was the head, the gold and rainbow was returning through
the veins of the heart and the shadow was returning to light as a dawn sun
shows itself as when a cloud recedes with a swift wind. Climbing higher and higher, through the heart,
back out into the sun in the pentagon courtyard, the dragon followed the machines shadow life path, branched into all the five
demon-shadow-blood-oil-guard army who were all returned to star spark, disapeared as one wakes from a dream. Further, she flies back into the
corridors past the lasers on pause, back into the machines computer and boom connect. Back at her desk glowing were the words "uploading... please wait" as the minds of the people who worked
there were suddenly freed and rejoiced, the right buttons were pushed, the haaarp project
was reversed, all the hardwired yin energy was released back into the earth’s
atmosphere and the yang was sent back to the spaceship, blowing it up in deep
space. Within a couple of months, the Earths iron core had lost its turbulence,
religious extremism and war ceased, world hunger and world debt was eliminated,
the secret to cold fission and the tesla coil was discovered and abracadabra the dream catcher… human
kind was finally the rightful graduated builders of enlightened planet, as the screen read "upload complete"...
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