Transported into
the land of the Neteru,
may I render my way pure
and true and leap into the blue
wild timeless exuberant existence.
hee-NEH-nee: here I am,
Goddesses and Gods...
I am true.
Amaranthine Pantheon,
Leviathans of the Supernal,
just so you know-
I am not sporting darkness;
see my light, sense my brightness.
I crawl deep into your belly tonight,
warming your hunger,
abating thirst,
I commit upturned face
for Aeonian French Kisses..
...Beloved Ones,
drench me with your
Perpetual Succulent Bliss.
It came to me
with no surprise; that
shock of realization freely
surged my blood at
thought of the nether-filled,
ethereal world of Abydos.
It could have only been
at the birthplace of my soul
that the message would fill my veins-
only there could I hear to my marrow;
I cried out incredulously at the time,
"Why so harsh this reality?"
But I did get the purpose
of the awakening.
In that instant I saw:
One will be bidden
to translate the words hidden
beneath and within the Sphinx.
The heartbeat of the universe
is the secret code of these power tools,
these avowed words of Thoth/Truth.
They await your fruition before revelation.
Times explicitly organic phenomenon
produce these lyrics
and are ready when you are.
One has Seth/Set to solace,
"...calm that savage beast
and dissuade fragmentation.."
is the pronouncement from this fate twist.
I am not one to deny the call
or decry the falling,
since I know death always
leads to the next cycle of existence.
Revealed is the path
of least resistance,
and being so,
soul substance/life purpose is
conspicuous to the naked eye.
All illusions are torn asunder,
joyously;
it is time to surrender.
Take a breath deep
from the nostrils of your
personal Neteru.
Suck eternal life profound into your soul.
Every single molecule of life
is a self contained truth.
Eternity can penetrate,
transmogrify dust and past
and shape-shift future...
into runaway albido which reflects
like a mirror all the energy
of the sun;
the dust and the wind, the Orb of light,
we are One with the One.
Create....write....sing.....
perceive your calling as a teacher
because creating teaches and
transcends ordinary life;
experiencing an incredible painting
can change a life forever,
listening to an stirring song
can heal a broken heart,
a movie can cause spiritual growth,
offering metamorphose
is being a human god.
Yes we are one with the One..
hee-NEH-nee....here I am.
Speaking Truth, by Denise Marcel.