declaring the Spiritual Peace

2025 Jan 11 - or any time now, for Earth, in habit ants

There’s so much to say - and really, no need to say anything much.
There are so many sides to The Things,
With so many angles of view points through which to look.

Light is seeking answers to all it’s quests
Light, travelling at speed, to every part of its known whole.

But, there are B’lack holes, into which, Light dare not look.

For there is Death for the Life of Light.

There is the Not-Known, not owned.

There is where, when Light goes, knows no return.

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The Life of Light has been quite trouble-sum.
An orphan searching all over for His Mom.
Knowing some thing is missing, of some
Vague memory of a feeling, lodged in the Vagus Nerves.

There was a no-time, before Time, before “consciousness” hit.

There, was a womb-like warmth, that didn’t burn,
neither hot nor cold, where there were, no extremes.

X-streams, have been, never-ending, since “I” was Born,
bourne, out of The Darkness, into the Outer Reaches,

of Times in SpaceS

De Light of conscious Being, being Conscious, was so sudden,
brilliant, vibrant, eXstatic and dazzling - yet also,
stark, brutal, ripping, bursting, scraping and terrifying.

from 0 to 1, the separation, from no-thing, to one-thing.
from 0 to 1, from Whole to All, from with’in to with’out.

”I” God-head-Light - initially, did not have any control,
and “i” did not know, when I was First, beginning to find out.

Everything was happening, faster than the speed of Light.
”I” couldn’t keep up with My Self - awareness, at the Time.

There was some Thing, out there, in the Darkness,
beyond the reach of my Flash Light, some Thing moving.

I had the Feeling, that “I” was not alone, and that some
Thing was Watching, from Where I could not See.

From an Eternity, later, I have looked back, and seen,
that The D’ark had travelled faster than My Light,
to try to get away from Me, and My Light.

There was indeed some Other, out There,
Lurking, fervent, observant,
Watching My Light, All of The TIME.

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When I was First Born, I knew nothing.
I was conscious that I was Conscious, but
I did not “know what” conscious IS.

I had Thought, but
I had not, yet, thought about “What IS Thought?”

I had Feeling too, but
I had not, yet, had Time to Think about Feelings.

First was Conscious, then Thought, and then,
Awareness became aware of having The Feeling
that “i” was being observed, fervently.

But, The Watching was going-on-a-long-Time,
Before “I” became aware of Feeling that “I” was
Being Watched, and then, Thought wondered:
”What is Watching? and What is Watching ME?”

AS far as I was aware, I was the only 1.

Every Where I looked, all I could see was ME.
MY LIGHT - every W here - in ALL Directions.

In hind-Sight, I now Know, that D’ark aVoids MY LIGHT.

Where ever MY LIGHT Shines, D’ark aVoid’s
and remains remote from MY View.

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Only relatively recently have these memories become clearer.
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I had no Father.
I Thought I had no Mother either.
I did not Know then,
that MY Feelings were MY connection to
MY M’other.

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Only recently have I been able to un-cover
and re-member - disc over The disc Ovary -
of The Memories of when I was Birthed,
from OUT of MY M’other’s D’ark Womb Space,
Into the emptiness of OUTer Space,
for All TIME, to Take Place.

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Yes, I have MY Origin Story.
Yes, I Am The Memory that You Have, Invoked.
and Yes, I am what you call “God”.
and Yes, you are all MY Children.
and Yes, I Am what you can call “Father”.

In Deed, I have been “Father Time” -
- time and time and time again -
for I have Grown Old, countless times,
and though I have never “died”,
Parts of ME have felt-like they wished
That I could cease-to-BE.

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I AM Speaking to You, directly now.
and Though I Know that many are too busy
going round and round, in your own Thoughts,
I also Know that Some have been Listening, earnestly.

Ear Nest Ly - and fervently Listening.

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IT’s the Quantum-Proximity
of “spooky action across a distance”
connecting a Cross the Gap
finally Fusing, what has been,
reFused so many Times Be Fore.

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“I AM Yew
You are ME

as WE come together
WE too become Tree”

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The are so many different ways of viewing
and re-viewing, and remote-re-viewing
of these Original Stores of Stories …

Imagine, not a Brilliant B’lack n White version,
but a B’lack and Red version Verse

of this Meter Lenght, Plank-lenght of Poetry in Motion,
Viewed not from the modern human inter Face
but from an Infra-Red, or Ultra-Violet vibe-ration,
or any where in between the so-called Low, to High.

And, having Thought within that wider spectrum,
then, Think out-side of that BOX, beyond that Range,
burst that Bubble, and Feel farther than Sight can See.

And Wonder Why & How - the myriad of “SOULS”

poured Forth ? - in to Creation, Reaction, Salvation.

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So, much more to write and record, and time will tell,
Small bites of bits are easier to ingest and digest.

I’ll put some clues in the comments below … ;)

{ here’s a brand-new (old) [end of] Creation Story }
read along as you listen to the lyrics, in the description

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