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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, November 11, 2019

psychic entities

You can be a hardcore atheist however you are still subconsciously inculcated by culture and its beliefs. You can't escape it. Once you manifest your cultural beliefs what do you think becomes their prime directive? It is to prevent you from growing or investigating the nature of your beliefs as culture is the number one cause of self-limiting beliefs. The biggest no-no is to look within and declare you know who you are. Self-deification is frowned upon and could even get you non-voluntarily committed to a scrubbed down institution. 

I wonder how many that go through conscious altering experiences end up having to face this cultural hurdle? I know I did and personally I didn't believe in what the local spiritual outfit was trying to sell me. I spent most of my adult years as an atheist eschewing the simplistic and to me childish belief in some all father. Eventually I became more open to accepting a higher power but knew whatever culture was throwing at me was bunk. However, my first foray into altering my consciousness put me face to face with the cultural beliefs I had denied. If I didn't have a critical mind, I could very easily see how it could galvanize a belief in the religious institution that is set up for you when you reach the crossroads. It was the third time I drank Ayahuasca and there I was in conversation with the biblical god. This nut job gave me his best pitch to join his team of galactic misogynists. I made no promises but at the end of the ceremony thought that it was strange, and I was harangued constantly for days and months afterwards. There was soon after the meeting this bizarre incident I haven't mentioned much. I was waiting in the city of Iquitos for an evening flight, so I hung out by the boulevard which runs parallel to the Amazon River. I walked the length of it then back and sat down at this spot to rest. This guy came into my sight and approached me with a big smile. If I had to picture what Jesus would look like this was spot on. He came up to me and said, "Where are you from?" I replied, "Toronto, Canada." He replied, "Nice to meet you Paul," and then left. Holy what the fuck? How did he know my name? Curiously, I had written a bunch of poetry the year before and a throwaway line in one of them was, "I saw Jesus at a rest stop.” 


I had temporarily forgotten I wrote that line and then when I read it a few months later I was flabbergasted. When I returned to the Amazon two years later to drink Ayahuasca again, "God" was waiting for me trying to get me to sign up and when I refused, I was threatened with death. It was a major turning point as I accepted my fate and said then you will have to kill me. 

As expected, I have thought a lot about these strange experiences and it's my own private Idaho and not an indictment of religion and people's beliefs. However, it was only recently that I connected it to the hurdle of cultural beliefs that must be faced and then you must decide. The pressure exerted is huge and thus manifested in my altered consciousness experience as a choice between life and death with the expectation that we will choose to live and accept the beliefs culture throws at us. No one ever said freeing your mind would be easy, especially when it was a lifelong project to enslave it. 

I'm non-denominational. Whatever you want to believe in is cool. Be cognizant of that though. You can spend a lifetime looking for answers, as believing in someone else's beliefs is very self-limiting. If you do come full circle and look within then you may find the pearl. It is important to be respectful of everyone and where they are on their path. If not, and you say you have the truth, you become what you finally broke free of, as people can’t be talked out of their beliefs; it must come from within. You must realize that you were once at this point, and you must quell the expectation that they should have a belief in your beliefs. Taken to the extreme you resurrect the ghost of Constantine and use the weight of the state to preach your message and force others to convert to a religion at the point of a sword. 

It's like there is this pre-incarnation agreement to make it difficult and to try and prevent the last step in waking up. So, for me in ceremony I faced being threatened with death, that I wouldn't get home alive, told I would be driven mad and would commit suicide, and being told to go home, drop seeking and plant medicines, and just live out my life. Stop investigating! I had the bug though and could not. I kept going despite all the pressures exerted to make me stop. Culture had become an entity that insisted I blend in at the risk of being excommunicated. 

I have faced the “stop investigating” noise from within and also without, from external actors. Within, as I said, threatened me with death. It was a test of courage and resolve. Also, there is pressure from actors within all of society, those who are close to you, those that don’t understand your journey, those who are hypnotized by religion, and especially some who have taken psychedelics and fell for the enchantment hard. They are the most vocal now that the magic spell has worn off, they see they were duped, and it didn't heal them. They just traded their old baggage for a new set of luggage and never grew from the experience. They ended up chasing the experience instead of integration and results. Oh, the righteous and repentant former user of mind manifesting substances. Couldn't get them to work for you or profit from them like you thought. In response, you do the 180 degrees turn and say you will help those who didn't get out of it what they were seeking. The cycle of the quick fix and false promises remains. 

Psychic entities are part of the puzzle of human consciousness that is overlooked. The inculcation of beliefs into the mind must be dealt with and the energy expended to create them form into a psychic entity that will have an eventual reckoning. It becomes the dragon guarding the pearl and to recover what is lost becomes a near-impossible journey. The trek only becomes possible if you have heart, courage, and most of all resolve. If not, you will stop or end up joining one of our cultural institutions set up that redirect your energies. Why we have done this to ourselves is a mystery. It is because the seriousness of the game is lost if you see beyond the veil. The game must continue, be serious, and have purpose or you will wake from the dream. Waking from the dream pulls the curtain down and gives the show away.

Friday, January 29, 2016

Marys and the light


Marys and the light

two ladies
with serpent coils.
rainbow patch visions
transposing my soul.

death and rebirth.
whirling energy
locked inside
a golden castle.

symbol and ritual.
ineffable love.
opened my heart,
revealed the light.

teacher, lover
queen of heaven.
magdala revelation
of the light within.

Monday, December 31, 2012

slow burn


middle age restoration
interrupting nothingness.
verdant realization,
a stair-stepped ramble.

harvest moons,
incandescent understanding.
discovering a rune
to my future self.

heart of stone,
in a house of light.
Jesus had his Mary's,
i have the same.

cluttered landscape,
monuments to desire.
raging goddess
excites nature's cauldron.

lioness invite,
unfolding celestial dance.
material disappearance,
consigned to oblivion.

crystal spheres
conduct the piper.
playing a tune
for the quiescent one.

nighttime hoarfrost,
returning light!
maxim harvest
of universal expression.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

rhythm and blues


dance of the moon,
pulse of the star.
Ma'at's sacred rhythm
distilled inside me.

birds dance in heaven
to plumb the earth.
my soul has wings
and lives in a sycamore.

sleeper soul,
bounded drift,
temptuous seas,
hetaera lighthouse.

death's allusion
buried in sand.
modern palliative dogma
unable to hear heresy.

sacred fire
is a feeling aflame.
seminary science
can't dissect emotion.

sometimes i get lost
on this lonely climb.
empty spectacle beckons
desire's undertow.

tumultous battle
rages inside me.
coiled vicissitude 
augurs evanescence.

translucent dreams
etching visual poetry.
morning star,
sustaining harmony.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

destiny

barber pole encircles
my lost yesterdays.
rooted sycamore
shelters distant future.

divine harbinger
of mysterious eminent birth.
give celestial match maker
invitation to my sacred marriage.

double crown magic
ever veiled.
i gave you a name.
i don't know your name.

drinking,
dancing,
singing,
celebrating until dawn.

new life leaping
in the morning's gold.
i shall take my seat
in my forever ship.

Friday, May 25, 2012

to be greater

i am the rising sun
dancing on reflections.
celestial rendezvous
for lights loving embrace.

beautiful mind
indebted to you.
temple choir sings
the stolen harmony.

arcane rhythm,
unremitting promenade.
staccato reflection,
nirvana ambition.

clocks everywhere.
youthful ignorance.
can't miss my appointment
with time eternal.

soulful reoccurrence,
written on walls of light.
to be greater than the gods
is my destiny.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

mirror illusion


spiritual birth
in a corporeal world.
necessary consciousness
for healing wisdom.

oh mirror illusion
whom do i want to see?
revelation is cheap,
like feelings in verse.

pillars of sand,
shards of glass,
heart of stone,
half life of my soul.

see me fall down;
this wicked game.
fiery red lady
won't give up on me.

incorruptible eternity,
breathing fire.
pouring out life
into my forever cup.

you've always been there,
anonymous omnipotence.
nature is your greatness;
Egypt captured your essence.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

the journey


ancient light hero,
awaits a silent abyss.
dark tides submerging
my jester heart.

thought without words,
mirrors the great beyond.
distant sorrow
alters perception.

majestic trees rising,
seed a hero's journey.
pillars of truth,
cresting an age long gone.

the end foreshadows
the lost beginning.
sleeping cap visions,
rouse ambient sojourner.

butterfly caverns open
to the lighthouse siren.
river of matter,
ambivalent ferryman.

mother of my heart
smiles knowingly.
lady in red,
i drink in your beauty.

four legged friends
chasing swollen clouds.
a sunflower society,
dancing upon rays of light.

love lights the cave
of mother nature's bosom.
the winding journey,
crashes into rock cliffs.

cool winter nights,
altered destiny.
attic moon smiles,
on the vast ocean depths.

light is a lion
born of a virgin.
coming forth
to a new beginning.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

atheist


falling snowflake
on a simulated existence.
nature is foreign
to your desolate soul.

playground hubris,
victorious over myth.
senses are reality;
can you ignore your heart?

you debate mere children,
proud in your reason.
intellectual laziness,
pyrrhic victory.

opening to light,
may make you think.
Darwin freed us from religion,
not the journey.


Friday, April 6, 2012

processed faith

mirror ball sages,
offering spiritual candy.
the struggling seeker,
striding backwards into yesterday.

my ransacked self,
never tasting completeness.
disappearing reflection,
reciprocal depression.

material celebration
in a carnival of despair.
misprinted self,
where is home?

echoes of Egypt,
permeate my soul.
your greatness retreated;
why did you leave?


Friday, February 24, 2012

akhet


on pearls of light,
so burns my soul.
the paths of time,
meet me halfway.

golden dawn,
giving birth.
the gift of self,
from selfless goddess.

tree top nests,
leaping fishes,
river of gemstones,
all grasping first light.

i am the flower,
born of light.
forged in a furnace
of Hathor's love.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

nature told me something different

nature told me something different.
i try to run
can i hide?
how long can i deny?

i don't want to think about it;
i'll let others be my guide.
can i take comfort in my science?
myth is just that.

logic for me,
not irrationality.
i did keep searching;
always there plain as day.

i found you in Egypt
and I'll never let go.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

unfinished

a rosette rising
leaving the myriad of coloured ocean waves
i dwell in the rising sun
death of self is just a beginning

i am but a traveler
on this merry go round of life
going forth towards change
galloping in the horizon of nature's light room

my constellation is crumbling
on the innermost rocky shores 
eroding the reality i have created
change does not sit still

duration is infinite
the dove sees not decay
but glides on sparks of love
a creation of my heart

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Hathor help me

i am weak,
Hathor help me.
i stand alone,
Hathor help me.
i can't do this alone,
Hathor help me.
temptation stalks me,
Hathor help me.

lady of gold,
mother of eternity.
sweet sweet aroma,
i am humbled in your presence.
the darkness overwhelms me,
but is no match for your beauty bright.
take me into your ascendence,
light my way.

i am weak,
Hathor help me.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

2 paths


back again.
my addiction.
my innermost siren,
humming my destruction.

you leave.
you always return.
i sense your absence.
i curse your return.

i'll make the choice.
it's my responsibility.
either you win,
or you are subdued.

oh great adversary!
my unconquerable rival.
lay down your weapons,
for i am you. 

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

split

i've tried.
i have really tried.
i can't live with myself.
what to do?

time to leave myself behind.
go my separate way.
take it all,
just leave me be.

i don't like you,
but you keep showing up at my door.
i've told you to go away.
you don't listen.

there's just one choice left.
it won't end amicably.
no more last chances.
i need you to go.

Monday, July 11, 2011

fire

i've invested in thought,
paid me back immeasurably.
action follows thought;
now I must act.


the world is a diversion,
I must overcome.
the strength I need
is also my weakness.


my reflection is deceitful;
I perpetrate this fraud.
purify me oh great fire,
forge my transformation.