Benevolence
All around us
In the atmosphere below the clouds
Reaching out to what remains of our collective consciousness
The winged ones, like elvin dragonflies
Fertilizing the soil with their loving light
Dancing about the wilderness under the cloak that covers the night
Stories told to us since our infancy
Passed down to relax the wandering minds of every future generation
Showing themselves to us only here and there
Mortal chaos shortens the duration that hides itself behind time, which is only acknowledged by Human Beings, the lowest of all Earth-bound life formations
All other creatures are ahead of them by leaps and bounds
None of them find the need to attach themselves to the machines that fall asleep upon our thighs
Obnoxious robots making those hideous electronic noises
Back in the day, neither did we
Back when dates were schedules that had embedded upon them set times
Being late or absent minded then became \"ciest la vie\"..
When the beauty of invention did find the need to arise, it took its time to flourish
Like the seed to the ripening of the vine
On St. Valentines Day, it took a bit more than the click of a mouse to tell your love interest \"be mine\"
The rift in this world that we call today has eroded hearts down to nothing but suffocating valves, grasping to find reason to keep pumping the collective bloodstream
Benevolence surrounds those of us who still wish to see the many roads that still lie ahead
Re-inventing the tales of fantasy from our youth
Pixie dust trails that lead us backward into dreams that have never shattered
Forced by the will of God to return to this shady realm to re-awaken the collective mind, near- dead
It is very sad that it takes the intrusion of light beings and their ascension just to smack Humanity back into its place
Still, few choose to notice that they have created with their own magic this reality
A disgrace to the Good Lord, our omnipotent creator
Quail eggs, souring in self-created incubators
Divine intervention has become the absence of the collective will
The illusion of man-made time is flying by faster than the speed of light, yet three fourths of the population still stand still in their false ideas of what the absence of the darkness truly is
Unsure, just about everyone..
I, along with my brethren, seem to be the only ones who are anywhere near aware
But, even we, the enlightened ones too often tend not to share our visions with one another
It sometimes becomes nearly impossible to even recognize our own brothers, resulting in a view of the future that seems inadequate and dim
So many caught up in their own fear that they would trust an electrical appliance before they would an intuitive whim
Going against the tragic grain that too often leads us into ridicule that breeds with all of the madness that it sprouted from in the first place
We win or we lose
There is no \"place or \"show\"
Second and beyond are nothing more than below
The \"Status Quo\"...
What a sickening heap of man-made rubble
The first boy who blew someone\'s mind ended up sealed away in a fucking giant plastic bubble
Perhaps the root of why some have foolishly made themselves believe that they are A-sexual
Even the rocks and minerals have no other choice but eventual pro-creation
Even so, there remain five hundred million or more freight trains that leave the bums to linger in the atmosphere surrounding the railway stations
The seeds of life that end up being pissed on instead of watered
Kelp beds that mutate into carnivorous beasts that begin to snack on their biggest foes, the otters
The gift of life, abused so terribly that Mother Earth has been left no other choice but to become the feminine voice of God
Erasing the veil that stands between the dimensions
Releasing the benevolent ones to scatter and scurry to meet this ridiculous dead-line that people have ignorantly drawn
A thin red line that the few and far between are forced now to tip-toe upon
In between the fairy folk and the countless foolish souls that are already as good as gone
When the collective followers of one simple faith decide again to stand together all upon the same page, a miracle shall finally occur
The evaporation of the demon seed
Leaving behind in its wake a cosmic blur
When those of us who have remained true to our own hearts shall all mingle together and dance across the barren skies
The formation of new constellations that are to rule over us astrologically
The next batch of partitions that will become another Humanity that sooner or later fades out and then dies
When the next race of Star Children are sent down to teach lessons until they are blue in their faces
Hopefully never again to become a time like now that disgraces so horribly such a magnificent all-loving God
This is the only \"once in a lifetime\" experience
Everything else that will ever matter has had it already
Remembering the childhood story of Peter Pan and his miniature sidekick, Tinker Bell...
The group of children that they were training and the defiant brat who quickly fell from the sky
There is never any time in the process of miracles occurring when it is appropriate to start asking questions that begin with the word why...
Life is no Fairytale...
Just silently go with its flow....
3/26/2011