Stars and Stripes

Hoodwinked by the stars in the eyes of the ‘American Dream’

Sleep-walking, through the ‘Red Stripe’ and the ‘Lucky Strike’

And the killing-fields of green

Stained with the invisible blood of Mother’s sons, now laid to rest

Faceless soldiers who fought their damnedest

Now planted like seeds at regular intervals

With line after line and row upon row

Of manicured headstones for hundreds and thousands of silent dead heroes

Like white marble stripes on the red and blue flag of ‘capitalist consumerism’

Who died in their country’s pursuit of ‘world supremacism’

Where oil and beef and the arms industries are ‘king’

And the multiplicity of the dollar $ign is everything, ch-ching!

Seen through the myopic blinkered lens of tunnel vision

Which honours the rights of the man-made corporation

Over and above those of the individual or the community

Completely disregarding compassion, union and ecological sustainability

In preference of a quarterly profit-margin

Somehow we became removed from the ‘natural world’, with an absence of humility

A ‘breed apart’, the needy, greedy, self-important human

With no choice now but to career full-steam ahead towards chaos and rumination

Though maybe, just maybe, we still can ‘save-the-day’ through a reclamation

Of Self-Love, equality, and a natural heart-connection

Together now let us pray, for sweet Love’s healing salvation

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‘Stars and Stripes’ was inspired by a series of art works called: ‘State of the Union’ by Hans Haacke who was recently interviewed at an event entitled: ‘Gift Horse’ at the ICA following the unveiling of his new sculpture commissioned for the fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square.

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Smart City

 

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Today’s smart city

Is where training and education

Stopped being about following

Ones true vocation

And somehow became all about conditioning

Schooled to become another brick in the wall

Another cog in the machine

Drilled in

From such an early age it manifests as the new religion

Where each new emerging generation

Shops til they drop

Til they’re so far in debt

They become trapped in a prison

Of desire and consumerism

Seduced by product placement and subliminal advertising

Victim of a society built upon capitalism

No escape

Do not pass ‘Go’

Do not collect ‘£200’

Do not buy a hotel, (let alone ones own house)

In fact go straight to jail

Caged like a wild animal in a zoo

That ate the bait

Who swallowed the smart-sim pill

Herded along

With all the other must do’s and should have done’s

On the road to ‘Blandsville’, in downtown ‘Homogenisation’

Complete abdication

Of ones ability to think for ones-self

From womb to tomb

And into total annihilation

Window

Inner City Sanctuary

I used to waste time wishing for a different view

Through my bedroom window

Disillusioned with the urban vista

Hours spent sky-watching

For patches of blue

Behind clouds passing

Through the hessian weave

Of blinds swaying in the breeze

Tracing the trails of planes traversing

Over slate rooftops, chimney-stacks and pots

And higgledy-piggledy aerials

Somewhere a blackbird is singing eloquently as magpies chatter

And magically the wailing sirens momentarily fade

Along with the whir of helicopters

The horn of the non-stop train

And the roar of aeroplanes

Their sound bites recede, subside

Absorbed, into the humming soup of the city’s low rumble

Where the call of a crow is more profound

And so now I give thanks for my slice of the city

My home here has become

A place in the world where I belong

And no place in the world would I rather be

Finally I found my sanctuary

It was here all along

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Sacred Mirror

'One' by Alex Grey

‘One’ by Alex Grey

Being a ‘sacred mirror’

Is being able to see the God and the good

In all people

FIRST

So that ones sponsoring thought towards another, each other

Is always Loving

As a reflection of ones own self-love and self-care

Which can then be extended to all beings, all creatures and all plant life

In order to become co-curators and protectors of our beautiful Planet Earth

For we are all holographic fragments of the ‘All There Is’

And the All There Is

Is One Love….

Even if you can’t see it, or feel it, that’s what you are

A little piece of Love

And opening to this understanding

Opens one up to self-compassion

In turn opens one to Universal-compassion

And is ones true purpose for being here

To open to ones divine-loving-human-potential

In spite of how one might feel about oneself right now

In spite of what other people may have done

For the forgiving of ignorance, either of others, or ones own

Is all about letting go

Letting go of past judgements and condemnation

Letting go in the spirit of forgiveness

Makes room for a new improved reality

Keeps one free from buying into negativity

From being sucked in, from limiting oneself

And this is the real meaning of ‘turning the other cheek

Forgiveness is choosing the path of Love over all other paths

Rising above the lower emotions to honour the call of compassion, no matter what

Because no one is a sheep, everyone is as unique as a snow flake, a leaf, a finger print

A part of the abundant-infinite, God-source of all creation, with the gift of choice and free will

To choose ‘Love‘, to follow the ‘divine’ example

For life on this amazing Planet is our mother/father God Source’s gift of Love to Us

So Love yourself, Love each other and Love the Planet

Enjoy, share in the care, and give thanks everyday

Is the only way

Faith

faith

Belief is a choice

For without belief one doesn’t actually have anything

Because despite all the technological advances in life

There is still no proof

That anything actually happens after death

Or that people even have souls

Or that souls will reconnect at a later point in time

Or that there even is some place else to go

And so no one will ever really know, for sure

For there will never be any definitive proof

Until one can find out for oneself

Which when that day arrives

Can only ever be a uniquely personal experience

That cannot be shared or verified

In the mortal world

Therefore so far as any guarantee of an afterlife is concerned

Is merely pure conjecture

And so faith has become the cushion

That offers emotional comfort and protection

From fear of the unknown

From abandonment and being alone

From insecurity, uncertainty, vulnerability, despair

And the finality, associated with the death process

But faith in illusions can actually serve as resistance

As tactics of avoidance

From dealing with emotional pain

Actually causes more resistance

Which in turn causes even more pain

Caught in a ‘Catch 22’ cycle of denial and inhibition

By refusing to engage in ones emotional evolution

Somehow a person can become

Trapped in a time loop where the years seem to slip slide by effortlessly without noticing

For life’s inner pearls of wisdom

Are often borne from the sand storms of adversity

Where precious insight

Is gleaned from first hand experience and hind sight

To which there is no short cut, remedy or magic pill

And so in order to soften a granite heart hardened by disappointment

And make an unquiet mind be still

One must embrace the present moment in full

Embody the Here and Now

As it is, with no strings or conditions

Breaking rigid cycles of resistance in the mind

That keeps a person stuck in destructive patterns

On constant rewind

For ultimately one has very little to no sway in life’s grand design

And so surrendering to the process of flow

In spite of life’s trials and tribulations

Is how one is able to regain control

Over those fears and tears, more able to let go

Actually fast tracks a troubled heart to less turbulent times

Where peace of mind reigns supreme

As one gets better at reading the signs

And therefore more able to stay ‘in the know’

Frequently updating old illusions as new information becomes available

Allows ones true nature, or purpose to unfold

Without restrictive beliefs holding one back

Or maintaining their strangle hold

Soul Contract

Whatever challenges one has to face on the earthly plane

Are all part of ones ‘Soul Contract’

An agreement one made before life down here, manifest became

Staying mindful not to confuse ones true identity, upon contact

With illusory roles of the material world of same

For in so doing one forsakes ones spiritual reality

Which is actually ones primary identity

As ones spiritual growth involves giving up the stuck-fast stories of ones past

So that the Universe may rewrite new improved ones for you

Which it cannot do

While one is still a prisoner of ‘personal attachment’

A slave to ones ego-mind and the habitual inner-tyrant

For an untrained mind can become ones own worst enemy

With old distress tapes on constant rewind

But fortunately, these can easily be retrained, or realigned

With a few simple affirmations (to call forth honourable intention)

So that one can reclaim inner calm and liberate peace of mind

Enough to keep ‘Paying it forward’

Time after time after time

And then some
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Pay it forward is an expression for describing the beneficiary of a good deed repaying it to others instead of to the original benefactor. The concept is old, but the phrase may have been coined by Lily Hardy Hammond in her 1916 book In the Garden of Delight.

What is a ‘Soul Contract‘?