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Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts

Saturday, December 29, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Epilogue, Collected Parts; Part Six, Death

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 363, Saturday
December 29th, 2018

Epilogue: Part Six – Death

She saw it quickly approaching, the veil between life and death. It had always been thin to her. Throughout her life she had seen to the other side, communicated with the voices of her ancestors, experiencing their lives through their eyes.

Nevertheless, like every mortal creature she was connected to her heartbeat, to her breath, to the network of nerves sending electrical impulses and chemical signals coursing through her flesh.

There was fear, but no pain as Kathy experienced the death of her body, walking into the unknown.

She was taking a journey past the point of no return, the most significant thing was how utterly unplanned and unforeseen the whole event was.

On some inexplicable level, this delighted her.

As she felt her physicality slip away she was already in another place, occupying new ground. She was pure consciousness, sensing the multitude of humanity all about her, moving through her.

She felt them pulsing, each and every person, as her own heart had once pushed blood through her veins, she felt the steady drum beat of Earth, like a great rhythm with the power of creation within it.

The fear she felt concerning the mystery of death was magnified by the reality that the world itself was ending, ending in fire like Epicurious had always said.

Earth was being rolled up like a blanket and she was the White Buffalo Woman running across the starry-field, carrying it in her arms, cradling it like a baby.

The whole of humanity was poised at the end of the world, and then there was release.

There was absolution.

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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Winter Queen

A clear frozen pool
Reflecting heaven’s bounty
Mirroring the stars

Quiet at twilight
The numbing hand of winter’s
Icey fingers stretch

Capturing with cold
A slowly breaking heart, stops
The pulsing starlight

Blinking in the night
Turbulent waters, now still
The wind blows across

In this plane of glass
The Queen of Winter resides
Magic in the frost

Skin as white as death
Snowy soft, and smooth as silk
Lips bright as rubies

Her dark curls tumbling
Shining in the shadowed night
With forbidden fire

A spark of life, locked
Hidden within her breast, lost
To the trespasser

A lure for the dead
Frozen man at the lake shore
Snow up to his waist

Faded in the drift
Expiring in Winter’s grasp
Taken by Loreli

The Queen ascending
Ice blooms falling with her tears
Crystalline flowers

Graceful Loreli
Immaterial and pure
Elemental witch

She touches him, soft
His silent heart, and breathing still
A final offer

A coin for passage
The ancient nymph accepting
She takes it from him

The gift of heat, life
Guides him to the underworld
The divine moment

Slip below the plane
To pierce the shivering veil
Past the frosted screen

Monday, October 8, 2018

Indigenous People's Day

Christopher Columbus was a monster. He sailed across the Atlantic in pursuit of his vanity, of wealth and titles. He sailed across the Atlantic four times and back; he became wealthy, he earned titles, though his vanity was never satisfied.

He was born in obscurity, an Italian from Genoa. As a boy he went to sea where he learned the skills and the knowledge that brought him to a captaincy.

In this he was remarkable, and deserving of respect.

He became an adventurer in the service of the monarchs of Spain; Ferdinand and Isabella. He made his first voyage for them in 1492, as I learned by song, when I was a boy, that Columbus Sailed the Ocean Blue.

He set sail on September 6th sighted land in what we now call the Islands of the Bahamas on October 12th. He named the island that he landed on San Salvador, which island this was, is now lost to memory.

He expected to be in Asia, but to his surprise, and to the surprise of everyone back in the Spanish and European courts, there were other continents and other oceans they had yet to traverse in order to get to India.

They still wanted a westward route to India, but they were more than happy to find what they did.

Columbus opened up these new continents and all of their peoples, to the incessant appetites and cruelties of the Europeans, their hunger for gold, and land and war.

Columbus never sailed past the Islands of the Caribbean. He never set foot in what came to be known as the America’s, and his life was not without controversy.

He became wealthy and he earned titles, but he was also arrested, jailed and relieved of his governance, before eventually being released and to a lesser degree redeemed.

Though wealth and titles came to him his vanity was never satisfied.

His heirs did not inherit the titles he had earned, he never entered the true nobility. He died at the age of fifty four, a sailor from Genoa, Admiral of the Ocean Seas.

His coming to the West, was the beginning of the end for countless peoples. Tribes whose names history did not record, peaceful people, who were captured and enslaved, and worked to death which began under the tyranny of Spanish rule.

Columbus was a harbinger of death.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2018


The great-green horizon
It fills my field of vision
Into the beyond

Fear and self-loathing
The hot chains of jealousy
Green, the emerald fire

Past all despairing
Into the Hell-mouth, falling
Its green teeth gnashing

Tumble down the path
The little hate, pale as Death
In the green mourning

Drums pound in the heart
Hot blood rushing like thunder
Green, the emerald light

Cupid’s green mantle
His soft-bright feathers, end-point
Arrows of desire

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Fear (A Reflection on the Litany)

We do not hate those who we do not fear
Free your mind from their noxious poison

Fear, the little death
Hate, the destroyer

The Judgments born of anxiety, kill
Infecting like a virus, they blind us
With the sickness of violence
And sorrow

Face what you fear, now
Obliterate it

Love those who you hate

Widen the lens of the inner-eye, look
Allow the fear and the hate to pass through you

And there you will be

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Emergence, In Fifty-five Words, Epilog – Collected Parts

Emergence 2.0
A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Day 358, December 24th, 2017

Epilog: Part One - Surrender

Kathy had only one option, to let go.

Feeling the psychic blow from the cataclysm on Earth, she surrendered to it.

She had prepared for this her entire life.

Her individual consciousness expanded, becoming co-terminus with the entirety of Earth’s cynergenic field.

For the briefest of moments she was one among many, and then change.

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Day 359, December 25th, 2017

Epilog: Part Two – Transmogrification

Kathy sensed her consciousness multiplying, it was expanding by an order of magnitude that was staggering.

She was both Earth’s channel, and its guide leading the fullness of humanity into the Collective construct of HomeWorld, touching every individual in their passage through.

She was becoming a new creation, an atavistic consciousness in the quantum field.

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Day 360, December 26th, 2017

Epilog: Part Three – Transformation

Time was meaningless in the quantum field that the Collective once occupied, which the Continuum was formerly master of.

Kathy’s consciousness filled it in no-time.

She instantaneously became coterminous with what the Continuum was, and she ushered the fullness of humanity into the Collective sphere.

It happened in moments while Jim was preoccupied with war.

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Day 361, December 27th, 2017

Epilog: Part Four – Transcendence

Kathy ascended quietly, seamlessly flowing into every vestige of the construct that supported her mind and consciousness.

The new environ was strange to her, but not completely alien, she had touched it before, through her contact with Jim.

She felt his presence, and the conflict he was involved in, but it was not her concern. 

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Day 362, December 28th, 2017

Epilog: Part Five – Peace

Kathy felt the flood of humanity streaming through her, billions and billions of people, the living and the dead, virtually every person who had ever walked the earth filtered through her consciousness.

They gave her strength.

She touched them, she recognized them, person by person she saved them.

One by one they repopulated the Collective.

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Day 363, December 29th, 2017

Epilog: Part Six – Death

There was fear but no pain as Kathy experienced the death of her body.

As she felt it slip away, she was already in another place, and sensing the multitude of humanity all about her.

The fear she felt was magnified by the end of the world, and then there was release.

There was absolution.

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Day 364, December 30th, 2017

Epilog: Part Seven – Bliss

Kathy assumed the mantle of the Continuum. It happened atavistically, and then she stretched her consciousness out into the mechanae of HomeWorld and the Central System

For Kathy this happened in no-time. For all other observers it happened in stages.

At the end Kathy felt a sensation unlike any feeling she had before; pure bliss.

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day


Collected Parts
Pt. 01 Surrender
Pt. 02 Transmogrification
Pt. 03 Transformation
Pt. 04 Transcendence
Pt. 05 Peace
Pt. 06 Death
Pt. 07 Bliss

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Tuesday, December 5, 2017


Mother, ancient-one
Mother, goddess of the field
We plead for mercy

Mother, ancient-one
We need you, spare your children
Misery and doom

My prayer is a plea
How much blood do you require?
Flesh, the human feast

Mother forgive us
Virgin Mother, goddess, light
Winged crone, darkest night

Faith, I pray to you
Fidelity, I offer
Giving you my life

Flesh to bless my flesh
Spare us from the darkest death

Wash the earth in blood

Tuesday, May 9, 2017


The forests were fenced in by houses and industry, by commerce encircling
Like the walls of a prison

The forests in the city were relics, a museum pieces, growing in their ancient place
Where the forest has always been, like an alien

The forests was perpetually new, they was green and slender, the old growth was excised
Like a tumor

Making way for the tender branching of youth

I walked beneath the verdant canopy, hidden in the greening leaves, questing for a vision
            The beast of old king Pellinor

I was as wet as new born child, enveloped in the clinging dew of morning, searching
            For the meaning of my birth

I shimmered in the sunlight, refracting in the dew drops, my body’s water
Splintered into rainbows, bursting

The radiant fountain rising in the morning

I climbed to the top of monuments, marble giants, still and silent, cradled in their arms  
I wept with earthbound angels

I dreamt of death in the evening, of the dark and buried kingdom, of slipping into shadow
As certain as the retreating tide

I wandered without purpose, lost in the moment, in the freedom of madness
Blind as Lancelot

Following the waves to the opposite shore

True love endures all things, or so the Apostle said, the grief of the unknown, or the loss
Of what might have been

Pain is not penitential, but love is, and the penance of loving, its agony is restorative
The grail is the return to life

There is no life without love, or the loss of it, we are dust in the shadows

Sparkling in the light  

Monday, April 3, 2017

Forty Days in the Desert (Haiku Series in Forty Parts)


Humans trespassing
Confused in the moonless night
Cold in the morning

A narrow window
Sunrise in the morning, blush
Lost, and looking back

Soft color of morning
Red and orange and dusty pink
Blush on the mountain

Spring in the desert
Morning dew lingers, a feast
Moisture in morning

Live with compassion
I see the way ahead, bright
The restful morning

Light, to ease the heart
Light, to live by, free from fear
Light, I am wanting


Desert, hot and wild
Pure as an empty promise
The great wide open

Highway sixty-two
A plateau above Palm Springs
The Joshua tree

Fragile oasis
A living cathedral sings 
Brief, shining and green

The radio voice
Takes me down the road to you
In Twenty-nine Palms

A cult in Amboy
Angels in Death Valley, stir
The Manson family

The Mojave heat
Wind lifting sand off the ground
Fills the air with grit

The lovely desert
Transient, passing through you
The lonely vagrant

Heat and Fire, Desire

One hundred-fifteen
Car windows blown out at noon
Expanding in heat

Reason is a fire
The burning spirit fills me
Melts the golden calf

Doubt, I cannot breathe
Oxygen, the fire consumes
Choking, sputtering, will

Waves, dry and burning
Circumstance, the barren field
Fears, we are ruled by

Life’s fragility
We are equals, and made free
In the desert heat

The spirit is fire
A pillar lighting the night
The dynamic life

Feel the heat of you
Your desert heart, dusty, cold
Desolate, a fool

The dirty heart, hot
Desires of a lover, sweet
Hard and demanding

Love’s desperate fool
Velvet kiss, a touch of fire,
Crazy, cold smile, you

The passionate life
Hot, driven through the wonders
Mountains, cut by wind

Wind and Wanting

Desert wind blowing
Standing in the face of it
Staring at the sun

Hope, drives us forward
Against the despairing wind
The mirage of doom

The ephemeral
Purpose is a bright mirage 
Wandering in thirst

Vision has a price
Alone, we are not ourselves
Broken, incomplete

Persist in delusion
In world that never were, truths
I will not give up

Wisdom’s soft approach
Un-raveller of conflict
Moving with the wind

The storm passes through
Blowing sand, each grain, a knife
Stinging as it cuts

Dust, Dirt and Death

Logic is a coin
The dessert will not tender
Negotiable truths

Drifting with the sand
Every grain, a memory
Alone and listing

We are dust, dirty
Spirits fluttering weakly
Diffused in dry air

A jail without walls
The lost self, shattered, dissolved
A walking spirit

Each step leaves a trace
Reminders of who we are
Walking to the grave

Hand on the lever
The embrace of the condemned
The fallen lover

Curing in the dry air
One and all, we are the same
Swinging in heat

The fate of us all
A brief life, Death’s certainty
Free in the moment


Touch the falling sun
Fingers of light, brush the sky
Bursting, red, and orange

Starlight and, love lit
The way, a path through the storm
The shelter of hope