Battle Notes 0.4
It
began about two years ago on Facebook
this turbo-charged Firestorm of enlightenment sending a once reluctant Poet
through the dark realm of prophecies and spiritual power into the light of
awareness. Lately, thoughts on the man
voted worst U.S. President since World War II clutter the mind and it
bothers me considering he is finished and there should be nothing left to be
done. So I wonder as a Sagittarius is born to do about why
such thoughts persist. As I had recently
spent some time away from Facebook, it was coming back for a short spell that
answered my question. Funny how life
often takes you in a circle like a neverending story changing from one lesson
to the next from one quest to another and back again.
Why
am I stuck on the past? I am here
ignited by Earthly Goddess love and some of that love came through virtual
space. It seems some of these women may
have held our current President in high regard and to see him set aflame by the
Poet perhaps burns bridges to cosmic love and leaves emotions wounded wandering
alone upon an invisible plane looking for answers or consolation. Such emotions look for more than perhaps
poetry can answer.
Sympathy runs deep for those of you voting for and holding love for the
man but such hope is now dead and buried.
Do not shed tears for him as he walks slowly into anonymity. Earth Goddess tears hold power in cosmic
magick and are wasted upon spiritual impotence. As of today, your power can only help the
living. That part of your past is not
coming back. Words given to the
Universal Matrix, the cosmic force powering our world, the Universal Goddess would not allow a comeback of any known barrier
to my mission. More precisely , passionate words in the Quantum Field cannot be usurped. Great powers did not send
mediocrity to do the job of reason powered by spirituality.
I
said when this matter began that some of you would have to be dragged kicking
and screaming to safety and into the future.
That has not changed. The
patriarch matrix has many of you fractured into ever-increasing mobs all
wanting your special piece of the pie.
Competing for any and everything even friends places Beauty equal with
the Beast and Feminists should be proud of the bastard child they have produced
called turbo-charged extinction.
Feminists are still welcome in the future but they do not lead.
Great
powers could have given Retribution the Goddess
of Love Venus, the Messenger Mercury,
and deep thinking Neptune
triangulating Earth to aid this mission.
That is not the case. This little
planet on birth of a storm was surrounded by lethal cosmic weapons of mythic
power for a purpose. History precedes
Earth Savages.
While Hummingbird Spirit Guides beckon to a life of Teaching and Healing, Cosmic Firestorms lose heat slowly. Bruised
emotions wandering a spiritual plane are not alone and more must follow. An abject mess describes this world and there are no
other roads to the Promised Land but through tears. And, then you cry. Seems I remember that ending associated in
dealing with grief or death. Love will get over hurt feelings in the end and eventually take her place as one of
the founders of a new world.
Friends could contemplate taking just one of my labors. Would you like to look into the eyes of over
five million children conceived in our world by in-vitro fertilization and
other scientific means and tell them they are babies made without love
representing desperation and extinction?
How about telling their parents making babies without love is ethically
reprehensible and reflects in an immoral government and immoral culture created by
government? Perhaps you would like to
take on the entire reproductive industry as they freeze embryos and dilute the
gene pool and worse?
That
covers just one repercussion of mission duties here and there is no going back
for the Firestorm when great spirits stand by to coax matters along sending uncomfortable dreams and adorable creatures representing infinity should focus begin to wander. Mother Teresa was not chosen for this job and there
are not enough gentle words in the English language to make the message
palatable no matter the messenger. We all have burdens to
carry. Some of us acknowledge them, try
to learn, and move on forever upward toward the light.
My love once given like Red Giant Stars does not diminish. Eternal
Flame waits in this life, the next and beyond for the return of Beauty.
