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Moon balance [part 2] the intermission (a poem by Jack)
I’m too fickle… Lord knows I wasn’t always this way..
Christ Almighty–the ultimate (a psalm by Jack)
O’ Child of a time before…
I pray to thee that you save our souls..
I know that thee will persevere, oh child of the indigo ye borne anew..
May these words one day reach your ears and awaken your purpose…
O Child of the indigo, I pray that the protectors protect you until you can protect us…
Thee born of brown flesh and deep womb..Thee who chose to be seed of the guardian angel..
Brown Skin woman—confused—not now knowing who they are, and not knowing the immortality that they carry…
Simeon Toko
—John 14:11-12 I am in the Father and the Father is in Me; Truly, truly, I say to you, he who believes in Me, the works that I do, he will do also; and greater works than these he will do; because I go to the Father.
Ye vicious vipers of nether world…who are you to determine truth..
How iniquitous you are to redefine reality, your paradigm is a lie you have led us all to believe, your truth is an illusion—your illusion can only survive as long as the truth dies…
The indigo is truth and it’s light cannot be hidden..
You attempt to convince us to abort Her, You attempt to depower Her through psychology, You attempt to distract through suffering… But She perseveres, and only greater has her legend become…She is a living myth..
Paralyzed at Birth—She healed!
Deaf at Birth—She healed!
What more do we need witness—to know Greater is the power within than that which is without!
O child of the indigo, continue to teach those who can be taught. Those who have ears to hear let them hear you. Let them, ye who had eyes to see, let them see you. And let the righteous with these attributes protect you from the iniquities of the vipers who also share these attributes. Who fear your power will crush their system, will dissolve their illusion, that will Fuck this construction they have put so much effort and energy into building.
Oh Child of the Indigo set us free!
And may the souls of the enslaved free themselves. Freedom is self-reflective and self-initiated. And let us pave the road for your return with the strife, courage and sacrifice of our on will to suffer.. May your return be swift like a thief in the night… May we embrace that you may embrace us, that we may learn from you the way of the indigo…
May the way brighten the light within us all!
We Don’t Need No Thought Control
Interesting article… It brings up the downside of becoming “too big”. My theory: anytime an organization or group becomes too big it can no longer sustain itself in a healthy manner.. It ultimate implodes. Our educational system and American culture is but the latest example. You lose the purpose and initial drive of the organization and it slowly becomes about the bottom line and s numbers game. When the passion leaves everything goes to shit. This is my personal philosophy as to why all major empires eventually crumble…
Is this but a microcosm of America’s eventual fate?
Our kids are in CRISIS.
I work with teenagers in an affluent suburban area.
They don’t comprehend what they read. They use calculators to multiply 10 x 10. The average high school junior has no clue what the word “diligent” means.
They write essays resembling those of a 5th grader. About how Albert Einstein discovered electricity.
In tests administered in reading, science and math to 15 year-olds globally, we are behind TWENTY NINE countries in math. And our kids’ performance in reading and science is not much better. And yet, American investment in education is unrivaled, globally.
Are you scared yet?
We lead the world in the consumption of illegal recreational drugs. And one of the chief sales outlets?
Our SCHOOLS.
Our teenage suicide rate is the highest in the world.
EVERY DAY there are over 5,400 suicide attempts by kids in grades 7 – 12.
NOW are you scared?
The two places teenagers…
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Training Wheels (a poem by Jack)
The prisoners are running rampant…They’ve taken over the asylum..
Well seemingly so..
When sovereignty has left, subtlety feels free to run amuck…
Because I left Neverland for a bit, does not make me any less of who I was..
I am that I am…The Alpha if not Omega, The impetus expressing itself freely
I am that I am, and I perceive Mutiny, yes you beat on the walls of Jericho until they came tumbling down..You sought to burn every man, woman, child, and even cattle…You sought to consume until nothing remained..
I remained quiet, sat back and observed your tactics..You got arrogant, and exposed your tactics..
You truly believed you could rule Neverland! But I am Neverland…Do not be foolish..
You seek to destroy flesh and blood, but I’m so far beyond matter..So even if you were to harm a hair on my head…It is but a victory over an illusion..
You would know all about that..Oh the master of illusion, wizard of the facade, ye who tampers with all things unknown..
Your curiosity is what brought you your condemnation in the first place, yet you continue to press the boundaries of reality..
Continuously imprinting yourself on the conscious and unconscious alike, gnawing at the souls of the righteous because you too feel a void…You too have too much emptiness inside, that even the thought of misery is enticing..
So you are a prisoner of the moment, of everyone’s moment…Not your own, but you harvest the many moments of the vulnerable..building your foundation on the feeble and weak-minded individuals…Making souls home on the mental and moral lapses of the many..
You are a prisoner…And the moment can never be bigger than the individual…
Condemned you shall remain.. For eternity…
Funny Mirrors (a poem by Jack)
Do not be dumb..
You cannot approach a mirror in aims of altering its image..
It is but a reflection…
It is yourself who needs be changed; you are so focused on the projection that you’ve forgotten the truth of the projector.
A conglomerate of dreams, aspirations, stars, thoughts, love and cosmic energy beamed into a prism and refracted to create a visage—a woman, a man.
You are that result. But of course you can’t see it. Because everything you see in the mirror is backwards.
It’s a reflection dumb, dumb!
What appears right is really left. So what’s up may very well be down. And as above certainly is below. So who are you exactly? What is your vision? And may you show me your purpose?
Or perhaps it’s all arbitrary in the long run. Perhaps it’s only subjectivity and self-preservation you operate out of. Maybe there is not a war goin on outside no man is safe from. Maybe what you see is what you get…Perhaps we’re all just mad men in a mad world, defining our reality anyway that our mind sees fit in an attempt to reconcile reality with our perceptions, attempting to ease the minds in aims to survive in a world in which our lives in actuality mean absolutely nothing.
Yah…that’s it!
There is no duality. The man in the mirror slowly becomes the illusion..he slowly fades into oblivion…and what’s left is all that matters.
The refraction of a reflection of worlds past.
The Fountain (a movie reflection)
The Fountain:
This is a movie starring Hugh Jackman. he plays a scientist named Tom Creo who is losing his wife, Izzy, to cancer.
This movie is yet another movie that contains particular elements that I enjoy to discuss. If you have read my other movie blogs, you can probably guess where this is headed. Although, depicted with a twist, this is another movie that depicts gnostic ideals intertwined with messianic themes. Although, one can say they are the same because to an extinct gnostics or those involved in mystery schools believe men can become their own Savior. They belief this process and knowledge is reserved for the worthy or those in the know and like Jesus said “let those who have ears to hear, hear and eyes to see, see”
The movie is broken in up into a Trinity of sorts. Tom lives out three different lives within this film. And like the last movie that I reviewed, Sublime, the three story lines are told concurrently and tend to intertwine. So that the viewer does not know where one ends and the next begins. Tom’s three lives consist of that of mid-evil times representing his lower man–lower self. That of contemporary time–representing his current state of mental progression–a machine like being where the belief in technology can save all. And that of a spiritual time–outside of time and space–representing his higher self–ascension.
Thus, Hugh Jackman plays multiple roles within this movie; he plays himself, but throughout different past life regressions or in this case progressions. He starts off as a Spaniard invading a Mayan Temple, in which he is mortally wounded in an epic battle at the top of a Mayan ziggurat. He is stabbed below the ribs, in the same location as Jesus was when Jesus was upon the Cross. The Mayan that stabs him says the first step to enlightenment is self-sacrifice. Alluding to the gnostic belief that Jesus indeed “killed” himself (by allowing himself to die on the Cross when he had the power to save himself) to achieve enlightenment.
Another prevalent Gnostic belief is that we are spiritual beings that are held prisoner on this plane of existence by our spiritual body. A quote in the movie that reflects this belief is stated by a Priest during the time of inquisition he states “The body is a prison and ‘death’ frees every soul.” This sentiment is also repeated by Iz, Tom’s wife. She also plays multiple roles throughout the film. She is Tom’s queen during the Mid-evil period, she is his dying lover in present time, and in the spiritual time she is represented as being the “Tree of Life”. And as she is dying of cancer she echoes the gnostic sentiment that she is not afraid of death because she sees it as a freedom an opportunity for renewal–essentially reincarnation in the liberal sense.
Tom is seeking a cure for his wife’s brain tumor. He ends up finding a cure but not before his wife passes away. Concurrently, when she dies in real life she dies in the spiritual life. This happens while Tom is in this bubble being transported towards a state of Nirvana or ascending towards Shibalba (state of nirvana beyond the nebula of a dying star) this is the state in which all things upon the earth was created.
The state is of renewal or a Phoenix like rebirth-from-the-ashes state. Encased in this bubble is Tom and “Tree of life”. he is completely bald headed as though he is in a state of being initiated. On his arms are tattoos like rings of bark on a tree, symbolizing all of the past life regressions that he has lived through. Iz dies and it becomes a lesson learned for Tom. As she dies from the tumor concurrently does the Tree of life begin to wilt. Tom panics and begins to scale the “Tree of life”. He revisits a past life–reshapes a memory–and consequently he scales the tree of life and burst out of the bubble, levitating into Shibalba (Eternity-renewal). At the same time he reshapes the initial scene of the movie, in which he receives the mortal wound. As he is struck by the Mayan priest, Tom ascends to a state of levitation (symbolizing his higher self) and the Mayan warrior/priest who struck him falls to his knees in praise/worship and offers himself up in sacrifice. After slicing the warriors neck, a revitalized tree of life is revealed at the back of the Mayan temple. Tom stabs the tree and draws sap, the sap hits the ground and flowers immediately begin to blossom, he puts some of the sap on his wound and it is immediately healed. As so, Tom drinks as much of the sap as possible and realizes the tree is Iz. The sap overcomes him, his mortal body dies and is overcome by rebirth in the form of plants growing feverishly from his body. At this point he finally reaches Shibalba and his body is no more and he is one with Nirvana.
This movie did not his as poignantly as other movies I’ve seen, say like Sublime but it offered insight nonetheless. There were no prominent characters of color, so I really could not analyze the movie from my common white-male-patriarchal perspective. But did offer great insight into my belief that the female energy is the purveyor of Creation. She, essentially is the source of Creation, as being the first human like being on this planet. It is through her all things came and through her all things shall be sustained. As Tom’s role, I believe is the man’s job to protect this sacred feminine energy by any mean’s necessary, even if it means self-sacrifice–laying down one’s life. All and all, I found this to be a solid movie–very insightful to a specific belief structure–that I tend to hold as being more truthful than naught.
Lady Caprice (a poem by Jack)
She weeps tears of anguish, an unrelenting toil…
A burden she carries with her, a burden that is as stubborn as the curls of her hair..
A spiral-cylindrical force that utilizes momentum to sustain itself, and what exactly is her momentum? Rather her motivation?
Some may see her as a wild child, others a bit of a wild seed and still others respect her as a “free spirit”..
But this is merely a half truth, yes it is true that she can never be tamed… She doesn’t even have loyalty to her own emotion, you can imagine how difficult it is for her to remain true to the soul of another… She could never be bound, you may use guilt to tie her down and beat her into submission, great lashes bearing down on her conscious leave her unphased. She endures despite and sees it as added fuel.
She’s unrefined, crude but she doesn’t mind, I’m not even sure if she realizes it… She epitomizes self-esteem–she loves herself and rejects the judgement of others..
Truth is, she is running…she running from what? I don’t know…but commitment is nothing she intends to seek…
So her tears are not for her own pain, but for yours and the broken hearts she leaves in her path. She is a woman on a mission and no one can detour her. And sadly enough her mission does not involve love, but a sense of self discovery…
And sadly enough these tears she she’s under the moonlight, are not enough to stop the pain… the pain you will endure from her caprice… as the wind she came… brushed up up against your essence… and as the wind she shall leave…
Without a trace…
Fret naught..for she may return one day… who knows when?
But she may… and more than likely you will receive her…
Trismegitus’ Queen (a poem by Jack)
Since She,
I have become such a well-rounded individual…
Tapped into many more emotions—both past and present,
At times you can’t gain wisdom and discernment by seeing, you have to actually feel. To feel is to know, and to know is to absolve fear!
And I feel so much, I’m like a modern-aged Buddha. Currently a mal-nutritioned psyche…
Know All
See All
Feel All
What better sense of Trismegistus?
A Prophet, I am, so I know and feel acutely…
A Poet, I am, so I articulate and convey…
A Prince, I am, so I lead through virtue of anointing…
I listen to the Wind’s sorrow, I can hear the demons cry too…It’s in the music (listen softly and you too may hear) They feel abandoned and only seek refuge… Most accept their fate but some act out, in frustration…
Wouldn’t you too, if your source abandoned you? All that you knew casted you out and refused to acknowledge you as a worthy form of existence. As though you aren’t worth saving, just nothingness that is meant to suffer for eternity…
You still have the breath of life, so be still..
Would you still praise God, if your heart beat was taken away…And you could never come home…
Be Glad She chose you, and be glad you know She…
Phineas Gage, Gauging Time
Interesting article…gets your mind to thinking about time, perception, and the relativity of it all…

