Radiant Daggers

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Slowly

I awoke

To a summer’s night,

And

Found

That the day

Was gone.

I looked up

And the sky

Was filled

With a thousand

Stars.

Each

Spoke a jewel

As they coalesced

To reveal

Your face.

And so I reached up

And grabbed

Your brilliance,

Drank your truth.

But it was a lie.

It was the

Space between

That mattered.

It was what was

Not said

That defined you.

So I closed my eyes

And went back

To sleep

Where the day’s

Reflection

Filled me with want.

I celebrated

Your dance

Of life

And death,

And the trajectory

Of your action

Through the sinews

Of the hanging

Tapestry.

Hecatomb of desire,

Torn asunder

As you dart through

The branches

Of Yggdrasil.

Pure stream

Of conscious

Light filaments.

I look past

Your flesh

To the visage

Of your passion,

To the countenance

Of your actions.

There’s a funny little secret about holographic projection…

It’s a funny little insidious secret that seduces with a full bouquet of guilt and misguided ideas.

A funny little secret that rips the flesh off your bones and wraps your identity around your neck like a noose and hangs you from the rafters of the cathedral of your delusions.

I can see you swaying to the winds of hope, hanging by the rope, singing the same old tune.

A rope made with your own misbegotten dope.

This secret creeps on you like wildfire through the chambers of your will…

And renders the world as you imagine it.

But what do you imagine?

Alas…

You have one last chance, this is the moment of your epiphany.

You have brought me here… so close your eyes, and choose…

Choose to rearrange your projection, recreate your mental atmosphere and populate it with your will to radiate.

At the nexus of the quantum matrix of infinite probabilities you can choose to drink the poison lullabies,

Or,

See yourself in your cosmic context, hurtling through the flux of space-time static continuum, chanting the symphony of a thousand stars, giving birth to radiant rivers of light, dancing like a lunArtic sophist, barefooted, through the asp-strewn catacombs of Angkor Watt, while the rhythm and vibrations of a Thousand-and-One projections merge and bubble and burst through the concrete and steel towers of your world, and explode into screaming whispers…

Wake up!

-IAT

0500 hrs:

LOL calls me, “did you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“They have taken the bone marrow, sucked the crust dry, the earth is shuddering, bled – they are murdering Gia!!”

“Calm down LOL –“

“No!  This is insane! And they call Joe insane! Damn them, damn them all to the hell…they have created –  they have murdered our world…”

LOL was talking about the advent of the paradigm shift, the battlefront of the next flood, the quantum shift in the matrix of our illusions, controlled by the matrix masters.

0505 hrs:

I turn on the television, and there it is… Germantown, north of Potomac, caving in…  Thousands of folks are inundating the phone lines, clogging the emergency services, asking the “authorities” for help, comfort… etc.  all that mammalian Sheeple blah-bah-bah…

0800 hrs:

The President makes light of the quake during his BP Spill briefing at the White House.

“No, I did not feel a thing,” he chuckles.

Meanwhile, far above the earth, satellites are collecting Geomagnetic data, triangulating the progress of the Hollow Earth Mission, dubbed BP Oil Spill.

The mobile HAARP units are placed on active alert.  Deep Core Thermal Energy drilling has now entered its delta phase.

0810 hrs:

The Trilateral Commission filters and disseminates controlled leaks to the middle management during an impromptu press release at the C Hall of Council on Foreign Relations building a few blocks away.  My friend Anya is there to announce the speakers.

Somewhere off 47^th street, Manhattan, top floor, non-descript, key Bilderberg directors maneuver their asset holdings and strategy for the axial shift portal of the galactic realignment.

They are briefed that the ignition of Saturn is now entering its final phase. 13 Downing Street is conducting the sat conference.  the young Merovingian prince is cloaked in purple robe, he will be the 13th prince, the Aquarius challenger to Mahdi.

While our Sunday star is now entering its prolonged solar minimum cycle, the new Saturday Illuminati group will ignite Saturn as the new radiant source.  Currency must flow through the system.

Is Ra El battle is afoot.  Isis is still in command.   The bow-shot was 911, presided over by the Order of the 33^rd Degree, as a mechanism of controlled social herding and conditioning in preparation for adapting to the new refined and evolved light energy index.

1400 hrs:

Valya is pissed off at the French fools!  As old as time… The French have always been a thorn on the side of the Russkies, but Italians are the Russian soul…

“Ilya, did you cause the quake?  Did you?  Tell me!”

“…Yes”

Flesh must and will fade, the homeless have the force with them, the insane are the savants, their mind not imprisoned by the norm and structure of constructed delusions.

Zero-infinity hundred hours:

The place is now here / no where / center of there is here, all points have converged, as there was no point ever…

1+1 = 0,   no longer 1+1 will equal 3.  Beautiful duality collapses into monism.  The phone lines fall silent, the EMS services are rendered moot, the streets fade.  In a flash God…

In a flash God recognizes itself as itself and the need to know itself ceases as there is no self to be known, and the cycle begins again only it never ever began.

Yet… there are two star-struck warriors, Valya and Ilya, now stars with radical motility, structuring light ray and sound wave energies into a new spiral RNA…  Creators of the true illuminated warriors…

-Iliad Alexander Terra

“Hi,

My name is “Ash”, and this is my story.

I’m standing on the edge of this bridge,  looking down…

It’s windy up here.  The fall will be long.

Either I will jump off and this will be the end of the story, or I will turn around and share with you why I’ve come to this point.

I haven’t made up my mind yet.

I’ll write as long as I can, as long as there’s a reason.  And in the end I will have to choose.

I’ll send my messages to Iliad, and if he’s moved he’ll post them for you.

Either way, I’ll wish you the best…

-Ash”

Read more…

Yes yes,

We’re moving from the 12th

To the 13th.

Don’t ask, I won’t tell…

No, reiki and qigong

Are only part… stepping stones…

Here’s why…

Only true death, diving through the subconscious unto the unconscious while fully conscious,

A quantum leap,

Right through the outer chakras, will suffice.

The path of the warrior is brilliant, radiant, like a dagger buried deep in the snow,

Cutting along the axial shift…

Slicing the advent of Aquarius…

We shall raise an army of light to wage the epic battle.

…Or is it Ophiucus…

Grrrrrrr….

-IAT