Returning to Genesis

Basically the universe just bursts through your Being

Facing the Enity

If you have found this page in a search relating to a dire prognosis, I mean to offer some validation, if you want more ask. I have put some unorganized text up. If I were not a poet of myself I may have been mislead by other words. You are brought forth by the divine, if others do not recognize that, of course you still are. You can not catch or get something that will end your life on Earth that does not originate within your own scheme of multiverses. These are a few of my notes.

Some years back I was diagnosed with fourth stage ovarion cancer and was told I had no more than several months to live without intervention. Said intervention would consist of multiple surgeries over the course of several years, if I were fortunate enough to live long enough to receive more surgeries after one or two, and then there was nothing more that could be done about me. I never believed I developed something that would snuff me having lived long enough in this body and knowing myself well enough to recognize I still had a few quirks. But I certainly made a spectacle of myself.

Here and down the road I intend not to set an example, but refer others towards their own truth. I have a voice in my head connected to my heart, even if the whole world swore I was wrong I would trust it. I may be a clown, but a confused scientist I am not. Like wise there is the voice of ones own self in each one which is ascertained by the belief that one should exult the spirit which brings them into the world.
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The Holy Ghost is a navigator, it can find its way

through a persons character to reveal the heart and within that all providence.

Peace

What's love but the exultation of Being anyhow?

FACING the ENTITY

The Possibilities of Being Portal

and the Remuneration of your Soul

Death Prognosis

Circumcising the Orators of Pitiful Doctrine

Narrative of Appointed & Legislative Access

Reckless Abandonment & Sidestepping Essays

or Unfinished Business

Malfeasance

Illness with Terminal Prescriptions

Dangerous Kool-Aids and Magic Bullets

Shaking or Circling the Entity

The translucence of the ego

your assignment

the challenges

your response

Channel Your Self

Recognize your wisdom, tender your heart.

And listen with the privileged ears that you were borne with, to your Self!

Sovereign Suns of Atom

A full return to health always requires

a truer vision of yourself and includes

greater possibilities which exist everywhere.

Why care you if the dictates of a nations

Surgeons lean against you?

You are the sentinel portal of a Being

Not the subject of a national consensus.

Say a prayer of encouragement.

Tell the Angels they’ll get a better response

from you if they remove the sight

of any obstacles that seem to be

in your way, but are not.

If you do:

They will also let go of every card

that they’ve been folding.

It is to walk away from the game

You are playing in order to win.

Something changes the direction you sail.

Because today is yesterdays tomorrow

And tomorrows yesterday.

It is time.

Poetic Abstracts on the Self

(Do you have any idea what it’s like to be passed over by yourself in life?)

The spirit who signed their name was never in question.

All inscription of matter is inscribed by its creator.

In a code to protect you from facing the impossible.

The lack of imagination.

…the solution is never the pat inclination, it is another step mentally if you are not in the habit.
It is the vision to see yourself shine beneath the surface of your life.

p.s.   …the stairs are hard and slow, so don’t use them.

The Imaginal Ingredient is Purpose

Redemption of measure and self awareness, trust the voice of freedom. For indeed we are limitless. We are seen beyond our precepts. Words recipitation speaks in syllables of molecular conjecture and spins a tale of beauty, trusting this. Words to tell the truth, words to flourish. Tell yourself!

…the magic ring is mine and it’s already fingered,

for endless reasons I found time.

Strive to do yourself justice, your are entitled. The person within you has all chance to wish, dream and desire. Imagine you sail over mountains, your life becomes something more than you imagine if you glide along your intent. Believe that you are this Being and share this wonder of ceaseless transformation with every party so in-tuned.

Know this universe supports fully your deepest desire and goal. Understand these are the strivings you have met and externalized. Act well!  Be alive in the partnership of living a life that is multifold and gained with pleasure.

Pursue your venture, query your pose and staff yourself with the feeling of accomplishment. The cow will come home in her time, she leapt before and is subject to use her own mind. She did not retreat from her glory and there has been kept a running story of her illuminated being, completely missing the moon.

And never forget the fact that stars are always present while we are to exist along with all other acts, entirely contingent on God.

Angels are servants, convergences of divine discipleship, they are for our emergencies. Angels know our struggles and will not enjoin us in one, they supercede resistance. And Angels do not make a mock measure of themselves against one another, and so are you incomparable.

DOORWAY through SELF COMPASSION

Looking back over my notes

I am seen as a shadow of existence, a clownish representation of anatomy for my own benefit, strangely for my success. It is a predicament being encountered in spirit, or set up. It corresponds with a gestalt of my person hood. She chose to kill herself instead of changing what she believed. She could have felt the flowering nature of her life, as it was intended to become. Oh Whatever! And yet I still wanted to live my life in pursuit of it ending with a twist, to make it more measurable personally.

Strong armed feelings can’t be buried like bodies. Their carnage preexists the stasis of an atom, and accomplishes most atrophy. Vast and mortal prairies, dairies of final night. Loves brightest star snuffed escapes, through shapeless portal. The black hole was useless in a way the audience couldn’t appreciate.

As if blemished I studied myself for the remedy. I’ve reached the place where you go on and live, trusting or you will die. Losing a life that so deeply involves me. Inside my dreams are smoke and ashes, which can become anything, my props.

Stop Fighting Illusions

You are only light, why tarry or be concerned

for the look of any form has nothing to do

with your performance!

re: CANCER

…the Ivy League will not serve you

so well as its industries…

There are many many remedies

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Poison or nectar, poison or nectar? Treat yourself! Reach for the elixir, or take the poison

to die like your wishes, it is thus to betray you!

Your Horoscope

Who could Know the Secret of your Life Amongst Us and Your Care,
but the Creator of the Being of Yourself Makes the Measure of what it gives, Life.

The

ANGELS TRUST

an Unincorporated Estate

Now promise me you’ll

Never forget your promise.

Promise me you’ll always hold

Yourself in the highest regard.

And no matter what prognosis

Or criticism you may encounter,

You’ll never subvert your intuition

Nor abandon your initiatives.

VENUS to EARTH

Primer for searching out purpose.

Travel through your thoughts to a truer glimpse of your nature. Retriggerise your jets and take your foot off the brake. Retool and recreate from the other end of the spectrum of want. Aspire to live your life through your entrance vantage, it is never to late to live a long life if you want.

The Book of Life is the guest book of the Host

and every lamb knows it. Once you sine in

you have sealed yourself forever.

This text presents as a focus for some spirits I have run with through time. It is a treatise on sovereignty and notice. I love you as myself. As souls gather to witness on behalf of one another, the limitless and great divine venturer is returned to stature. There is a welcome home, and this is my attainment, to greet you! This is my reception for you.

Poetry once meant prophecy. Listen to yourself. Reach out and take note. Any conversation in your mind will evolve. This is the poets triumph, above all other mantra. I am the voice inside.

You are the child of a wise and wonderful dealer, never forget that your heart belongs to those who lift it. Your every strife is a tension, a chance to take. Life offers you much; you need not be concerned what lies beyond you. The provisions you make are attuned to life’s reason.

Here are a few:

The betterment of everyone includes you. The happiness of children, the strength of hearts reason. Cherish the heart of your desire, it is for you to live fully. You need only conquer the wish that your life would pass by, unknown, and untaken, unlived. The promise of life is unbroken, as real as life itself.
Your rings are on my fingers and my hand is upon you.

It seems that my internal conversations do not contain in their reach their intended worth.
It is my perimeter of belief as I am seen by part of myself. Stumped..

There is no one living who does not have left enough time to acquire all they want for them-self. That is the promise I gave you as you accept yourself and receive that your spirit is the enterpriser of your dreams and your arising. So, at least have respect for what you are capable of.

Compassion

Compassion teaches the self respect for its own capabilities. As self compassion is the embodiment of love. The self that knows compassion for others, has received it. One cannot experience compassion for the self without experiencing it as the loving information that connects all. Of course one can think of it instead of experiencing the reality behind it.

It is everywhere love exists.

Empathy

Empathy as an avenue and access portal. Empathy

teaches one a great deal about the self, as a transom to being. In that it juxtaposes amidst all other kinds of information.

Faith

More than any other article of thought it premiers as the shining face of child hood and expectation. It is the inner knowledge that all things succeed.

Grace

By the Grace that you take you step forward,

there is no other way. You ask and again I tell you,

the leading question, you may follow only by faith.

So say I who bid you come.

Will  for Creation

The grave is no dust pit and inside of her hands there is a perfect future. She says to you, put on your sneakers and let’s walk as it were, while it still is, as it was before it will be again.

There is a path that directs herself to her living will. She wonders how it could be otherwise, love yourself. She lingers at the entrance and begins to write. There is a will for creation that amply endorses the artifacts of mind and imbibes your legislation to mingle here.

The  Progression: the exultation of being

I tried to Explain the motion, How I rubbed the Buddha’s belly as I tickled the underbellie's soft side. I continue to breath, I continue to count morning and evening as a time. I continue to construe instruments. I cry, I carry on a tune.

Deep in the vast, out of the lecture I stand. Do not come afraid, you
are my loving protégée and I am your prodigy. You are not distant, you should only wonder how much my love is worth knowing. This more than any other item stands to reason, that in the vast indifference has no part in it.

My store, my Sheppard’s cloak, and elegance, the leisurely cascade of my flocks. The flurry across the meadow was spent and the rest of your meander was pressed as your gaze stressed over the plain you had risen upon.

Last call. The herd looks abject and the stragglers elusive. Nearby, a brush with the forest and the other end of the variable spectrum.

The cliff: a succinct ending, but we all know it takes you to the edge of your chair. Still in all the valleys, some are milling slowly, not even this way.

But I know once the call has been made, others will ride their own species to squire their novelty. You knew the rainbow kept a promise of love. We are architects of granduer, beyond speculation and design. We are models in certain terms, we take our stock  by storm, and send shockwaves throughout our performance.

Invitation to parliamentary spokesmen ship. The articles of duration are housed in your tent, and your stewardship towards art and recreation are revelational. In seminary baskets, seminaries values twisted back and forth. An endless seam, but not, I insisted! Otherwise how will the maker take stock? How will he fill himself up, this, this vessel if you must consider tidings?

In the silence of the night I wonder. I dreamt of never turning back, instead I took the poison. I could have had an elixir, or water! Where was my enthusiasm then? Poison is a means to an end and reeks of suicide and euthanasia. As you gaze from your lofty window of intellect the Ivy League creeps ever closer. Do you not know that you are a servant in the ministry of a being that knows and loves you?

You have to decide, poison or nectar? All the while the Ivy League blocks the sunlight and stars. Your window looks out over an empty lot and you have grave concerns. The childlike muscles you grew toward comprehension never acquired their mature stature. You are drifting in a sea of doubt and the benefits rise of themselves and spill over the top. But you can’t reach the stars. You can’t even see them.

Remember a time before time existed. Submolecular linguistics are strategies for molecular identities. The empirical fashioning thoughts acquire the guise of rationality however ridiculous. At home in your creature hood you sleep, any stunning prognosis and seemingly now the dream is more important, because the daylight brings no answer.

Effectively speaking, I was buried by the strangling leaches that sucked off the Ivy walls. Behind a show of a strange of grass that climbed and received all the sun, it is hard to see past the fact that the grass is growing over your face and the wind is a mere rustling movement. There is a friend who suggests that the presence of a mere vegetative status not require you to act out of opus and do something drastic, a scandal, to pressure your self further, taking the knife even further.

Justly you suppose so, tragically acting out your pledges to sorority achievements. Just because you read instruction doesn’t give you the right to negate the unsponsored subject of our verse. Your Self! The gallantry of exquisite membranes tackle more than your imagination.

The depths of ignorance are truly fathomless here. The god of the western mind is logic and the mind of the western culture is fraught with its frequencies of semantics. Various lodge poles offer secular searches of linguistics and yet surfaces are reprised to a supportable margin of evidence. And that means money and other forms of oral traffic. It’s a double blind effect noted at the height of the experiment, they are duped. Whether due to a lack of sunlight or a sheer recurrence of an earlier symptom, it is paralleled by an act of prejudice directed towards one’s own being.

In distant lands a poet rests. He left us his fortune. Every time the whipper willow sings, every time you engage with your vulnerability unscathed, you are settled on a sure path. Mortals fear for governance and yet the elect are superfluously engaged in acts of rebellion. They engage the conferences in bleak attire and speak to their echelon without temptation to support the most amazing facts. They assume the role of conservators of masks. Hallowed aplombs go poof and spoof in the airs about them if they go far.

There is something at first sight that keeps you glued to the spectacle of right and left in a debacle on stage. Men who holler and pound their fists with determination, whose round of applause for each other requires the observer to understand, telepathic overlay exists, and worse, entrainment. This could not have been more obvious to me because we all needed to believe in someone in the here and now, someone who could name the condition I’d assumed in that theater. Here I am convinced from a lifetime of some weariness, I sometimes do not listen to myself! In a drought of vision I wonder what I’d do and suspect I am capable of anything.

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