Saturday, December 5, 2009

yoga is tantra

there is an ice blossom that fields snow white blooms



in jagged mountain crevices that ache and moan



amidst the sacred pines of Bear Creek and Wolf Canyon



below Seal Rock.



Here I find myself again.



Again and again, here I find myself,



ever and ever I find myself exactly here,



here and no other.



Forgive me, Great Spirit,



even as I know what I do



without doing anything about it.



My impervious laziness chains me to my self



the world changes around me, and I do not change,



I bear the brunt and fold under the weight,



I am worn down by time.



Aach, ancient ones, share with me your peace,



your sense of quiet purpose in contentment.



Share with me your slow measured life



and your clockless time.





and you, valued witness, esteemed reflection of



multifaceted oneness,



Sink with me, sink deep under



into nothing,



where there is no release















and in rare and all-too-dappled glistening sunlight



of space and time beyond measure, without rhyme



I am traveling so far away,



that I may be born again.



At last I have found my home, dear friends,

my love has called me home,



nevermore wandering alone, my friends,

nevermore doomed to roam.



This is a world reborn, my friends, a doomed and failed last stand



fell over and tumbled

and perished and crumbled

and nourished a desolate land



and we are the ancient archangels and angels

and demons and lepers and whores,

we are Atlantic Lemurian starchildren

posing as intellectual bores



and I Am is too tired to function

space opens, revealing ancient mountains

razed by timeless winds too high and fierce

for words or thoughts-

there demons dwell

and practice peace.



Om shanti shanti shanti

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

awakening the third eye

Hitler sent a team of crack troops into the Himalayas in order to discover the secret of the master race, the secret of the Aryans.

What he was looking for was Sanskrit. The Knights Templar found it buried under Solomon's Temple.

The prophecy says that as the royal bloodlines of the master race loses its purity, humanity descends and loses its natural gifts of telepathy. This is ok, the story goes, because the Aryan race is destined to genetically reinvigorate the bloodline through chemistry . It is foretold that we regain our birthright of superconsciousness not through breeding but through orally ingested genetic mutation, designed by the Great White Brotherhood to usher in the new Aquarian age.

This has already happened, thanks to our brother the Jewish Freemason, Doctor Albert Hoffman.

The genetic technology lost through spiritual atrophy is now available as a microdot,
and college chemistry leads to the rediscovery of reincarnation, opening the door to a whole new cycle of living and dying

prince angel dracula

"sin is not without beauty,"

sang the sinner, shamefully, beautifully

and it was a poem, too

the sum of all religious thought

Prostitution is a profane and materialistic perversion of the world's oldest religion - mankind's primitive and awe-filled worship of the sexual and life-giving miracle witnessed as the sacred and divine feminine.

Now that we've got that out in the open, lets get the new world disorder underway...