Fresh Poetry ~ “Angels Representing Seven Rays”

www.antigravitychamber.co.uk(Recorded in Akashic)

Immortal by nature,
this channel shall serve
as axis: In the
aether seven disks
circumvent a luminous chord; angels
yet hover on
a stairway between seven
worlds.

Suspended above conjuring fingertips,
a cloud dances through
seven shades
of Maya—only the hum; only
this mass. It whirls upon
breezes,
blows hurricanes
of light & heat, altering night
as day.

Fallen angels collect prayers from
the cathedral.
Seven-fold manifest
of the old rules; those who remember
the antidote to poisoned souls;
each soft wing
illuminated by sacred
fire; each heart in humanity’s
service
receiving what it
needs.

Crowned by seven dragons,
angels gather to repair.
United as the fingers
on one hand; each blessing
of light
restores an overcrowded throne;
this ecstasy embracing all
who breathe.

A shower of rush-lights
assemble,
to spin, to weave threads.
Light cascades, suspends—traces
of life
omnipotent,
perfected to pass onward from
the old gods—on earth,
as in heaven.

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Fresh Poetry ~ “Triple Goddess”

Lulafay1) The Sewing Thread

This purgative connects
to a memory of
the Flood:
I see legendary wickedness; we are
safe
nowhere—cast salt
into the fire & transmogrify
strong passion
into
astral particles. After
years of fanatic stupor,
powers of good
surf
those most desperate & saturated;
a veil of allegory
shelters
staggered humanity, those of us
latched
to the gold-winged
cups.

2) A Royal Warrant

This part relates to
the moon: After
quickening
the birth of wisdom,
once the triad disintegrates,
the memory lives in a wash
of images
calling to shore
the waters of mind.

In such times
of disclosure,
we must hide fear
or lose
forever the sacred
seeds.

3) Message Control

Every time I pass
a television,
people are clapping or
waving their hands
& screaming fever.

What happened?

All across these screens
associative powers sell
protocols
of conduct into
manifestation.
In this karma, the spider’s
supply
of binding silk
is endless.

{Image by Lulafay}

Quotation from Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Without music I should wish to die.”

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

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