Propheteering?

Prophecy

Prophet Tears

 

Put your faith in me, I promise that I’m

Right: let me lead you out of the desert,

Out of the wilderness, where no more hurt

Puts its heavy load on your back, like Time.

Harken to me: ev’rywhere there is crime

Edging onto our lives; don’t feel like dirt,

Take matters into your hands and convert.

Save your immortal souls: send me a dime.

Profit: what does it prophet a poor man?

Riches in Heaven for riches on Earth?

Our Father looks upon all this as a sham:

First know yourself and you’ll know your true worth.

Invest in a future safe from the worms:

Take stock of your lives; they’re excellent terms.

Sonnet XXIV

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The Hudson’s Bay Company in Canada started in London

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Beaver House, Revisited

 

Recently I visited Hudson’s Bay’s

Ancient home in the middle of London.

Dangers of the wild, the strength of the gun

Inspired the fur traders’ foreign forays:

Searching for beaver pelts all of their days;

Seeking nocturnal routes through Indian

Occupied areas; following one

Never-ending quest for the others’ ways.

Pioneers in the new technologies,

In their Western quest for more improvements,

Eventually must consult the East:

Regardless of how far as a species

Recent Man has come, he must do penance;

Earth is the Beaver House, Man is the Beast.

Sonnet XXIII

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The English Civil War

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On Whose Authority?

 

Considering an age-old problem, I

Regarded the content of a film that

Observed the difficulty of the Fat

Measuring the Slim, when taxed to the sky.

Who can say what’s right for every guy?

Either the common man becomes a mat

Lining leaders’ halls or an autocrat

Living like the apple of his own eye.

 

Oliver Cromwell faced a decision

Like that, when his king asked for more money:

Instead of meekly giving permission,

Vilifying the English monarchy,

Enacted a Protectorate, a schism

Resulting in civil war/anarchy.

 

Sonnet XXII

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Renaissance Man

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Old-Fashioned, New-Fangled

 

Recently I sat back and thought of life…

Eventually I had to desist,

Not that there wasn’t enough to resist,

Although you wouldn’t know to ask my wife.

I am a multi-faceted person:

Someone who is at home with poetry,

Sentimental about a fallen tree

And yet as hard as nails about cursin’.

No, I cannot be sub-categorized.

Catch me with my right eye giving a wink

Even as I’m mad at those who don’t think:

Maybe old-fashioned, new-fangled – disguised.

At any rate, I’m me – just as I am:

Neither more nor less, a renaissance man.

 

Sonnet XVI

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Spiritual Dice

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Numerically Speaking

 

Key-stone to the system is the cipher:

A zero growth from no-thing, to be sure;

Before too long, starts an inner-lifer,

Becomes a lonely one, quite singular.

A twin for company, the second one

Links with the first to form duality,

And from their union emanates a son,

He’s the third dimension, reality.

Comes a fourth to the matter, forms a square,

And produces water, earth, fire and air.

But from the depths of time creeps a demon,

A fifth of the way to the Pentagon.

Lastly borne Man, whose sane and rational

Attempts at sixth sense are hexagonal.

Sonnet XII

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Hieroglyphics

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Hieroglyphics

 

Recordings from the annuls of the past,

Engraved on pillars of stone and cement,

Ask how else the news could have been broadcast

Down through the centuries to the present.

Intuition led the decipher-ers,

Not by the nose but by the inner ear,

Giving them the insight of sorcerers

To read between the lines like an old seer.

Hieroglyphics stand the trial of time,

Etched in the meanderings of their sign,

Perpetuating the Spirit’s prime

Attribute of life, pure and crystalline.

Sentenced to the rock of eternity,

They seek understanding from you and me.

Sonnet XI

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Sapphire

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It’s Afire

 

Stories were handed down, father to son,

About the properties of Sapphire stones.

Perhaps the one in which Brahma intones

Prayers for the first wrong deed he had done

Harkens our spiritual attention

In the direction of his bitter moans,

Recorded in hard memorial-stones

Etched from the hot tears that his eyes have spun.

Sacred to Luna, sapphires will open

The hearts of hard men to prayer’s power,

Or, at least, bring more peace than any gem.

Nevertheless, take this as an omen:

Each who wears it must be pure, or cower!

Sleeping dogs, let them lie: “Cave canem.”

Sonnet IX

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Procreation

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Procreation

 

Cretan women, in childbirth, can smother

Raging contractions with the dictamnus

Evergreen, which has the strength of Somnus

To allay anxieties that pother.

A wreath of it in her hair, another

New Luna made the ancients feel anxious:

Diana, they feared, turned her back on us

In eclipsing Juno, her earth mother.

Kronos, once before, had swallowed her deep

Till Metis forced him to blow out his breath.

Yet, while we over Juno’s fate did weep,

Night stood still in its negative death.

Narayana saw our bleak land of sleep

And, in a flash, “Let there be Light,” he saith.

 

Sonnet VIII

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The Harvest

The Harvest

The Harvest

 

Metaphysically, we are the past:

Each one a seed of life in the future,

Trying to grow to the sun, good and pure,

Ascending from the earth to which we’re cast.

The reaper comes so slow, yet comes too fast,

Rooting us up from routines in manure,

Objectively asking: Are you a doer?

No weeds need apply: the first shall be last.

Then comes the Tester to see how we’ve done,

Yelling out accusations, on the stand,

Protesting that we’re rotten to the core.

Hearing him, the Father turns to His son:

On my authority give them the brand;

Name the Living Sound through them for evermore!

Sonnet III

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Is Missing MH370 in the Indian Ocean Equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle?

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I wanted to share something with you that might have something to do with missing Malaysian Airline MH370. Here is the beginning of the Human Spirit part of chapter fifteen, The Bermuda Triangle, from At This Point in Time. It’s the one about the disappearance of Flight 19.
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“I was most pleasantly surprised, with this chart, to see a Yod pointing at the Moon. After all, what other planet influences changeable behaviour and creates a strong magnetic pull? I am tempted to say that the problem of the Bermuda Triangle has been solved: it was the moon all along! But it is obviously more complicated than that. For one thing, there is a theory that there is an energy vortex operating through the earth, with a corresponding ‘problem’ area on the other side of the world, based near the west coast of Australia in the Indian Ocean. I noticed when I was looking at my Atlas that these trouble spots are on, or near, the Tropic of Cancer in the north, and the Tropic of Capricorn in the south. Being that these circles are the northern-most and southern-most positions of the Sun as it passes over the earth at the summer and winter solstices, there must be a residue of magnetic energy along those lines.

To create a vortex, another energy line must be intersecting each tropical line at a right angle (90°). We can see this energy line on the chart: the Pluto-Midheaven opposition would be operating at full strength, as the critical degree is within 45′ of true (meaning, that the difference between the position of Pluto and the Midheaven, directly overhead, is almost exactly 180°). Because Mars is conjunct to Pluto, also opposite to the Midheaven, stormy weather, previously noted in this book, was raging: a potent combination.”

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