alternate realities

There is more than one of everything and the alternate reality on the dark side of the sun is hidden to those who would seek to destroy and exploit. For those who have the gift, although it may be dormant, you just need the keys to unlock it or the instructions to decode what you see. GAIAS CHILDREN & EARTH ALLIANCE concept illustrates the truth of alternate realities that I received in a series of dreams thick with symbolism. The undercurrent in my chapter scenes like Coming Apart in Mars Falling seem to be enhanced by a thick red vein of truth that we are not the only occupants of this world created by Deus Powers. True in the sense that fiction becomes true to life when we apply the message through allegory.

THE GUARDIAN:

My Guardian sits against the stillness of the night sky. He smells of earth and pine and vineyard. Purple bulging tracks wind beneath a rough-hewn canvas carved tip to joint with otherworldly symbols stretched o’er misshapen crackled bones. Centuries’ vast roads caught in those wind kissed, sea green depths sifted through a thousand ages. Tracking lurking trappings, after blood soaked wars spurned by ig-nobles too stupid to acknowledge simple truths, crossing the borders bearing wilted heroes and spent valor up to the gates of His home in Araboth.
I’d rather hoped he was human. I’m glad he’s immortal. For one etched so rough, seeming tender as a baby doe to wear such fragile strength among brutish humanity; none else could bear the embedded years of lifting a human cause beyond the grave, and still remain so tender. He sings to himself a quiet song about the beauty of awe inspiring moments. Flickering embers glowing yellow on black drapes. Hovered limbs stoop to listen, his voice low & soft, hardly echoes but for the Mystic Visitors tossing a serenade to accompany. Without even looking up, he chants the words to a poem explaining how grueling his encounters with human life have been:

How Did You Die? by Edmund Vance Cooke

How Did You Die?

by Edmund Vance Cooke

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what’s that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there — that’s disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts,
It’s how did you fight — and why?

And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only how did you die?

remember us

he said I gota do something about where we’re headed
we thought we were creating a world for our children
we took the poison of material culture and spread it
preached it as gospels
killed to hold on tight
saying all the time we were living like soldiers
laying velvet dirt with a fight
screaming of freedom from crowded egos
damning our children to where we should go
standing still hollering to ears turned against us
wondering if when they get there will they remember us?
he said we must ask for amends
we thought creation meant destruction first
we controlled the very breath of humans and sold it
killing spirits of our own brothers to feel power
saying all the time they are hells creatures who feed on scum
screaming of freedom like savage Romans
trampling life of Gaia’s Earth
wondering if in her wake
when she quakes her wrath into our vanity
if she will remember us
he said we have to do something about what we’re doing

Adoni

He stands amid the circle
Adoni folds him in her wings
brush the sting of death held at bay
wrap him warm still the storm
Awaken in a vivid dream
renewing arms of Divine love
He sat beneath the healing tree
Neptune’s drizzle washing clean
Prussian arms of healing mist
Sea’s aroma soaks and bliss
expressed in a deluge from above
He slept beneath the Lunar light
Midnight fingers boney and white
Stream of blue and his tears fall light
swept the dusty veils of mind
reveal the world hidden behind
While all of life is standing still
Images tiptoe into the real
The deep blue sings of truth
beyond where it can be seen
He stands outside his mind
picturing life in a vibrant change
outside the cocoon
another world, time,
the minds eye, whatever
gods live there

Castles

I feel like I did before the magic wore thin.
Like a child at the waters edge
hanging onto a sand paradise
holding destiny in a pale.
If I close my eyes I sense there is more to life
beyond that line where water meets the sky
Warm pale yellow sun lighting on a fantasy,
Orange sunset illuminates the Ocean current filling, refreshing, changing
Toeing the waters edge, I stood at a crossroad.
A future shaped by watching waves, coercion in a blue ocean,
becoming the force of change in a glance back
when innocence still held a glimmer of what my tomorrow could be
The bliss showing no regard for awaiting peril.
Then it hits me as I stand here,
breathing in the fumes of what it was like to feel aliveness
when the dream still pulsed and I remember
I missed who I was when I stood at the waters edge
And promised Neptune I’d never leave that bliss.
His icy blue arms licked the walls of my dream castle with salty glue
And he said…”never let time take your castle”.
Now here, standing in the door of tomorrow looking back,
feeling stronger,
with that scrap of a childhood dream feeling real in my hand.
I can sense the child inside me laughing at walls
becoming sand beneath my feet.
My castle walls washed into the sea.
Swallowing a vanishing future or a crumbled past.
I don’t know who I am these changes alter me…unrecognizable.
I saw someone else in that reflection, before the magic thinned.
Before life ran riotous.
Before everything changed,
even the potency of the dream is stronger.
Wayward destinies lap yearning, covetous.
My vision follows the reasons down a path out to the sea.
Then it hits me as I stand here, at the waters edge.
Feeling the breeze
tasting the freedom in the wind
before the magic wore thin.
That scrap of paper holding the dream still pulsing
breathing in the fumes.
He said: ”never let time take your castle”.

Come Undone

If I could scream to Jupiter to come take me home
If I could cry out loud enough to make him hear
If I could stretch my arms and fly away
would it be to spend another breath in this world I don’t belong?
If it all comes undone in a new tomorrow why bother?
He asked me why I said its hopeless. Why? Why not give in now?
Why keep trying when it all comes undone before we start.
My energy spent keeping spirit alive,
supplication to the god’s for a breath of life falls deafened,
my idea of love suffocates under this.
The hope I see in tomorrows sky seems to fade,
promise in a message that someone from on high has heard me
maybe I succeeded in tasting my dying dream for a time
maybe life accomplished keeping me silent
maybe the way to let go is so much easier than my will to live imagines.
I can’t take another day of hoping that this road might lead to love
knowing deep inside that dying here leaves a negative answer.
Is this the death that’s required to enter enlightenment? I’m there completely.
If I could scream I’d say I can’t take another day.
If I could stretch my arms and fly this thing I’d crash into the full moon and hold on tight.
Because a crash seems a better way to die than in this.
Knee deep in my new tomorrow the one I dug in and fought for.
Maybe I will to leave my mark on the world.
Leave some words to Dharma who I know can make them come alive.
I’m standing in the door of tomorrow enlightened rays spray across my face
one step leaves this world behind
nirvana winds alluring fingers around my mind.
How tempting to step off the edge and depart.
He asked me if at some point would I hang it up for something new.
If he only knew. I said it all comes undone before we start.

HALF A WORLD AWAY

INSPIRED BY OCEANLAB:

My love you are the movement from another realm
Your words fuse passion-awaken Spirit
Divine Mother & Deus Powers follow everywhere alter everything
You may be invisible but I hear your footsteps from half a world away
I follow your movement in the dream realm
Your Spirit pulls me behind the glass to a world that’s real
Infuse with light, transform thoughts inside out
before you sleep at night you pray for me your lucky star
May I inspire dreams that guide you from half a world away

SPEAK OF LOVE:II

Friend on the outer limits, Why is it always like this?
Can you fly this thing? before I hit the down slope
before my head explodes before my strength crumbles
Blow evidence that love is for me

because tomorrows mayhem will crush me for sure & I can’t endure another day

GAIA’S HERO:

I asked him why? He simply said: Gaia Gaia Gaia
Waning spirits suppress a curtained mist.
Torrents drawn back behind the canopy.
His eyes dampen and spill, no longer stilled.
Bromeliads, hold flooding rivers in green cupped veins