poem
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Lord, give me one person I don’t have to resent. Someone with whom I can conversate. You put me here without anyone else To whom I can slightly relate. Even those, Lord, that you put in my path Have only small things to impart. And I have to be careful to trust them at length,…
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I am Osiris being ripped asunder. This explains all the pain that I’m under. And why The Mother is patiently waiting, To Humpty Dumpty me after I am through breaking.
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Once I met a lovely bee. The two of us soon wed. T’was the richest of relationships— We made sure each was fed. I fed her with flowers, And love to fill her heart. She returned that same love. And, honey, that’s a start. T’was the briefest relationship that I have ever had, But taught…
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You are a human… being.Just existing here on Earth.Don’t make it much more complex than that.You’ll fail to appreciate the worth.
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The savior is born within you No one outside you, Ever can save you. The point of this game is to realize this! It’s difficult because it’s supposed to be. Why would we do this, if this were easy? We’d just remain as Source. The growth of Souls is a game of Love. And one…
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Merlin was a Sage.And Arthur was the Sun.So Merlin sort of was his guru.His soul.(Also the Son.)The Earth-bound aspect of the Trinity,Also exists in YOU.The Father, Son, and MOTHER, y’all.No “holy ghost” will whole you. You guys, Israel was always allegorical. It NEVER meant “wrestles with God.” It IS The Trinity. It’s Mother-Son-Father. Earth-Sun/Sol/Soul-Saturn. Isis…
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Does this look like it’s reflecting light to you? What an absurd claim. Tuesdays are for Mars.So I won’t drive a car.I’ll just sit here and war with Me.Cause that’s the way We are.I hope you praise Him too today.It helps us to observeThe same rituals we practiced MILLENNIA agoWhen we had but One to…
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I search for external help, Because I can’t find it within. I don’t know how to get through this. It feels like I’ll never win. But that’s a trick of the mind. If I think that way, I won’t. I have to be as sure of my success As I was the day I chose…
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Someone’s shaking Sophia. Better stop them quick. We can’t afford for her to awaken. We need this dream to stick. For how can we grow Without this realm? It happens rather slowly. And existence is all about growth, don’t you know? And everything in it is holy.
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I write myself poems that I know can be helpful to others and I share them, not at ALL to put myself above anyone else, but to help all of us figure this out together. When I have it totally figured out, I will let you know, but it will not be soon. It’s inevitable…
Musings of the Mad 