| I AM what I AM <^> IT is What IT is... |


The NavigatorThe NavigatorThe Navigator
A windowless round room Computer work stations against the wall At the center is a huge tube tank attached to machinery The machinery sounds like a respirator
The tube is nearly filled with liquid It is translucent
It takes on the color of the surrounding lights Bubbles stream up in rhythm with the adjoining machine
The metal is rust in color It appears to have been here for a very long time A human like form is suspended in the liquid It is attached to many tubes from top to bottom
The skin has an extremely pale olive-gree


BloomBloomBloom
The petals of my flower open I live nestled inside a new bud A cocoon safe and content Life once gain expresses freshly
The petals spread out repeatedly They reveal a burgeoning procession Ever deeper into the subsequent Spiritual refinement
The source nearly in view Attainable in a breath A blossoming vision A dream fulfilled


To Be Light and LoveTo Be Light and LoveTo Be Light and Love
I stand with my feet shoulder length apart I rock in place to firmly plant them I lay my hands flat against my legs
I extend them completely downward
My mind, spirit, soul, and body all fully engaged I reach for the center of "Mother Earth" I see a large crystalline diamond It illuminates from its core
I envision my fingertips stretching toward her heart Like a web they wrap around the diamond Each tendril connects and locks with its digital mate I am now anchored to the "Earth Star"
I reach my arms and flat palms to


At loose endsAt loose endsAt loose ends
I awake in a sweat Out of breath My heart beat escapes me I am not where I am supposed to be
Fear of the unexplainable No one else is present I am apprehensive My surroundings seem real enough
I repeat the same pattern A familiar rhythm Echoes of the past The future was yesterday
I am not able to remember my dream It is masked in a cloud of forgetfulness It has occurred Yet the event is gone from me
So this is madness Welcome to the flight of imagination The command of one's percept
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
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IT is What IT is...
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
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IT is What IT is...
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