✩ Kaleidoscope Memories

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One cannot help but bear-witness to pandemic storm-clouds-of-contagion, earthquake, volcano, fire, flood and landslide

Ubiquitously sweeping, shaking, erupting, raging, surging, far-and-wide

While many of the world’s leaders profess ‘geo-thermal-fracking-as-usual’ with heads buried-deep in dunes-of-denial

And so, in the face of multiple-global-crises, one is forced to shop elsewhere for spiritual gnoses and emotional renewal

Further afield than the aisles of neon-lit supermarket-dreams and dot-com same-day-deliveries

Further afield than high-brow department-store life-style fantasies

Laid out like scenes from the silver-screen in elaborate window-displays and glossy magazines

Further than the online prime-time trailer, box-set, binge-watch seduction

Plethora’s-of-perfectly-packaged-illusions to provide temporary-alleviation

From the overwhelming threat of global-annihilation

From sexist-racist, elitist-ageist denigration

Or from rust-riddled-regrets on constant-rotation

Mourning the ghosts of narrowly-missed, sugar-coated ships-of-desire that set-sail long-ago

Or impossible-to-forget childhood-traumas, bereavements, divorces, augmenting serial-self-love-deficit-disorders

Inescapable neuroses, seared into one’s psyche, branded like slaves-to-key-frame-memories

Leaving a trail-of-distorted, aborted-destinies behind in their wake

Yet another empty-void, full-of-emotional gaping-holes to fill as the planet is systematically plundered and destroyed

By the addictive machine-of-consumerism, where ecological-sustainability and wellbeing is wilfully-sacrificed

With nothing left, except the bitter-aftertaste of a forfeit-future...

This is how we welcome 130-million new-born ‘kidults’ into the world every-year, weaned upon html and social-media

Whose childhood-innocence and genetic-lineages were surgically-removed at birth

Stolen by neo-narcissists ‘neath smog-filled skies, where bright-futures turned grey

Dumbed-down by smart-technology and antidepressants

And yet, in-spite-of-all-this, some intrinsic built-in desire to seek-out and search for truth-and-authenticity, persists

Sends out its call like a beacon, calling upon every human-soul to awaken, to activate one’s innate inner-knowing, like a homing-device

Beckons to journey far-beyond the comfort and safety of objects, or co-dependent relationships

To look past the emotional barbed-wire snags-and-grazes of parental/ professional/ romantic/ societal lies and betrayal

Or the nettle’s-sting of missed-opportunity

In lieu of moving-forwards, towards new desires-satisfied, and revised goals-fulfilled, collectively

For nothing stays-the-same and ‘change’ is always the one, true, ever-quickening-constant

Henceforth, it is in the ‘unspoken-moments’ where humanity happens

Where one quietly pieces-together water-colour-poems, sifted and fathomed from kaleidoscope-memories

Dreaming in silent smoky-swirls and mirror-gleam sunbeams

Peeling off rose-candy-coloured gels from the lids of one’s eyes

Like fleshy onion-skin layers of reflective-introspection

As one wakes from the lucid-dream-state with the revelatory-understanding

That in a vibrational-universe-of-Energy, every thought and feeling is eternal and therefore accountable

As non-physical energy can never die, nor expire, it can only change form

Transformed by an awareness of one’s perennial-vibrational-offering

Atonement through candour and a willingness to upgrade one’s most-frequent-point-of-focus

As an integral requisite of self-care, a daily-practice

By virtue of LOVE, whether for self, others, or Source

Is still the purest-form-of-energy in the Multiverse.

Updated: 29/02/2020

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We Are The Ark

Noahs Ark: Getty Images

How many people in the world

Do you know

Actually undertake to uphold

The Great Mother’s bidding

Secret agents, Angels-on-Earth

Who add spiritual meaning

Sowing the seeds, gentle reminders of positivity

And a call to one’s inherited co-curator’s duty

To care for our beautiful Planet Earth

And all that is alive and living

A responsibility that is impossible to shirk, inevitably

For the simple reason

We are the Ark! Spinning through time and space

Whereupon responsibility avoidance

Incurrs Karmic Dharma as spiritual growth and accountability are mandatory

For all members of the human race

Whilst one is here one must care for each other and one’s own, as thy self!

Or else refrain from multiplying in one’s own likeness

Lest one’s god/goddess status be revoked

For one’s off-spring are bonded to one’s soul from birth

A life-long DNA connection

And all people cross each other’s paths for a specific life-lesson / reason

Therefore the way forwards can only ever be Social Inclusion

As the birth rate climbs

Because the last time I looked the emperor still wasn’t wearing any god-damned clothes

Not recently, nor likely anytime soon for the foreseeable future, given the current trajectory

Prancing around like a ninny-nanny nincompoop on Twitter and in the media

Transparent like looking glass never breaking the Narcisus gaze

Who do you think you are? Mr. Wannabe Superstar

Quick! Get me out of ‘Number Ten‘, I’m a celebrity!

Before s/he makes a complete pig’s-ear, unsightly smear, out of the economy

Just another jackass, spineless dip-stick, Pinocchio-big-nose

Useless, clueless, unqualified, inexperienced waste-of-space

So come on, curl up those toes

And lets get down to the laid bare-naked truth, which is:

That none of the so-called party-political leaders out there

Can fool the nation’s public any long-er

That they actually give a tiny rat’s ass, or even vaguely care

About what the people really aspire, desire and deserve

Not in a squillion years

No, not even the minority 20%

So unless someone out there is gonna make a significant beneficial contribution

To the world’s environmental sustainability

Inc. supporting the elderly, the disabled, the uneducated, the unborn and the poor

Completely eliminating poverty

Off you snore, you infernal bore

We don’t need anymore million pound malls

Go and save the rain forests and do something useful

Instead of pimping your online profile

Like you should even be wasting time on social media

Away from rectifying the trail of wreckage you’ve already left behind

FYI: This isn’t post war Britain any more!

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