05
Aug 18

Yellow Moth

I was retracing and reclaiming spaces and memories in a lazy afternoon ahead of Fall chill, and I noticed a leaf along the edge of a yellow curb, fluttering in the still air.  …only it was a moth, a giant beautiful moth, struggling to climb up from the heat of the sun toward a shaded tree nearby.  As it struggled to climb it was in danger of falling into the rain gutter below.

I knelt down and tried to nudge it along, but its giant wings were too heavy, so it fell back, still struggling.  Finally, I offered it my thumb, to which it gasped and clung with dear life, and.  Soon thereafter it fell into a closed-eye relaxed sleep.

So I sat there, wondering what to do with my newfound friend, and people gathered around me.  Taking its picture and mine too, and photos for themselves, and all were amazed about this giant yellow moth.

Children with smiles and moms, all gathered around this moth resting on my thumb.

It became an instant friend and a messenger of deep resonance. A guide that crossed my path, and now yours, inviting us to the deeper mysteries within and alongside our mundane struggles…


25
Aug 17

Whisper

 

I dream of you
Through aether and vapour
Past wisps of cumulus castles
Floating in indigo heavens

I touch your hands
Reaching for mine
Sweet sacred verse
A prayer in dream

Dream unto flesh
And whisper I love you
With breath of ages
To come…

-Iliad


12
Mar 17

F-ather

“Darling love…”

Quantum stirs from her slumber wrapped in white silk fur.  She adjusts her eyes to find the blue Fairy standing above her, silhouetted in the glow of new morning’s sun shafting through the openings of her tent walls.

“Your time shall come,” the Fairy continues in whispered spell.  “Outside of birth and death I invoke all that is to be, sweet Quantum; and the Gods of yore and those that will come anew will hear and heed thy battle cry.”

Fairy reaches down and caresses Quantum’s raven hair as the young princess closes her eyes and lays her head back to sleep.  A feather from her right wing falls to the floor next to Quantum’s head as the Fairy spreads her wings to take flight…

Read…,” she whispers one last word.


15
May 16

Miracle

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I stand on the precipice of catastrophe and miracle, embracing truth and lie, naked and WITHOUT flesh.  A singular question sears my chimera: will I sacrifice myself, unconditionally, passionately, and  compromise, in the name of all of the Gods, to dive through the ocean in your eyes into the vast emptiness inside you, and search for YOU?

YES!

And so I abandon myself to the will of all that is, as I manifest that very will itself.

-IAT


21
Jul 15

Breathe

The afternoon commute started with a light drizzle as the satellite news-brief announced the White House had capitulated over Iran nuclear deal, the ramification of which would spawn a nuclear arms race in the region, instead of paving the road to peace…

I switched the station, only to hear of a video of a Planned Parenthood Director talking about crushing fetuses in specific parts of the their little bodies to spare valuable organs available for sale, all the while as she sipped blood red wine and ate salad at a restaurant.

While disturbed by the story, I received alerts on my phone from DoS and ISAF regarding a massive bomb explosion in Kabul, hitting an international convoy and killing many civilians. My mind raced to our team in-country…

And as if that were not enough, the Prince had just left me a voicemail expressing his disappointment and deep sadness over failure of mission in the region.  He had hoped that a momentous  shift had come at long last, but alas…

I pulled my car over to the shoulder and let the drizzle blur the massive river of taillights stagnant on the main artery as the city exhaled its tired currency for the day.

“Breathe Alexander, just breathe… You have a promise to keep,” I reminded myself.

I looked at the stream of souls encapsulated in their bubbles of technology rolling unconsciously along I-495 South in myriad states through their matrix of being.

Tomorrow was another day, jam-packed with back-to-back meetings around the city with Government and security firms, contractors and developers, all fabricating buildings and nations, churning the engines of our world, and concocting our built reality…

So I breathed, and joined the stream of taillights.

I had barely opened their front door as he approached me with the warm smile of a child, “I knew it was you!”

I smiled back and gave him and his brother the Pokémon cards in my hand. No sooner had I delivered my promise that from my left flank the four-year-old wolf-girl jumped in my arms and peered into my eyes with her grey wolf eyes. Before I could glance away, the little wolf-girl had brought a bottle of fingernail color and was painting my nails blue, one finger at a time, with each finger, making the world go away…

As I listened to their mum, the blue elf fairy, while she crafted an intoxicating dish of raw amanita ceviche infused with fresh cilantro and sweet potato still perfumed with earth, I realized…

-Iliad