★ Rhymes, Alchemical Tale, Mysticism, Political Poetry, Mind Matters, Visions, Mind-Control, Conspiracies, Paranoïa, Free Your Mind, An Esoteric Journey, Allegories, Propaganda, Voyage Initiatique, Initiation, Control of the Masses, NWO, Ascension, Spirituality... A STORY By ALEPH ALPHA 333 ★
Friday, August 31, 2012
Will O’ the Wisp
One evening
I was sitting on a steep hill
Not far from the wishing well
My back leaning on the bark of an old oak tree
My eyes were dancing
Atttempting to follow
The swirl of an angry firefly
The little spot
Suddenly flew towards the moon
Also brightly lit
Challenging my eyes to a race
Up towards the white crescented satellite
The ol’ moon caught me
I was unable to look away
My body went all rigid and then shaky
A chill up and down my spine running
The ol’ moon said something
Of which to this day I cannot speak
And the firefly vanished in the dark
I finally got up
Still in shock, sweating heavy
But what the bright moon said to me
That night on the hill steep
I cannot say
Dear friend,
Of it I cannot speak
But the firefly knew what it was doing
I swear it did!
Friday, August 24, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
LOVEDRIVE (File X-N.3)
Strange…
Everybody in this land
Feeds
on sugar and candy
(Unlike me)
(Unlike me)
True
relief will come from LOVE, drives and Spirit.
‘Been
walking many roads
Hands
in pockets mostly
The
gold and riches
Of this Earth will never free
But
Love drives
And Light feeds
And Light feeds
THERE
WAS A HUMMING. A PURPLE LIGHT BRIEFLY
Strange…
The
thousands sit on their chairs
Facing
their dark screens flickering
Unlike me
Unlike me
A
brief thought of freedom, hazy,
of Faith, Love
and…
Charity (Remember these?)
Ozzy Osbourne‘s Goodbye to Romance in the background
Lovedrive
for a second
Some
get up suddenly
And
start walkin’away
from hypnotics and psionic beams
Control-Mind-Machine
from hypnotics and psionic beams
Control-Mind-Machine
Love
Drives
May the One Light set you free
Love drives and Light feeds
All
the slaves in the whol’ wide world...
BELIEVE
♣ LOVE
Your mind is the mean
♣ LOVE
Your mind is the mean
Friday, August 3, 2012
Chronology
Remember that the first post is at the bottom of the last page.
In order to follow the story correctly you should read the posts from the bottom of the last page upwards… Just reminding you…
In order to follow the story correctly you should read the posts from the bottom of the last page upwards… Just reminding you…
♁☯✝☆
LOVE
EVOLVE
LIVE
BELIEVE
♁
The Golem
I was a manikin of bones and flesh,
Automated expression of other people's needs.
I was a silent puppet of a Lord with no mercy.
Slave. Soldier of a ruthless king.
I was a human robot, walking the streets empty, hypnotized.
Evil Lords looking over me.
I escaped.
I was for a while living hidden in a little shed at the back of your house.
Observing you secretly each day,
Envying your humanness
Jealous of your normality.
Then I fell on my knees, begging for help.
And the Light came down, surrounding me
Now, I live on the other side.
Free.
My mind awoken by the One Great Puppeteer.
I serve the Almighty.
Its Word and Breath now move through me
May Your Will become my will.
May Your Light enlighten me.
Daily.
I serve God and I am free!
In the mystical jewish folklore, the golem is an animated artificial being created from mud and made alive by the magical use of the hebrew alphabet. It is, in many ways the ancestor of Mary Shelley's famous creature of Frankenstein.
Monday, July 2, 2012
333
★
I surely know that
Truth must ever be known
As Truth alights, and Light is good.
I swear on planet Earth
And on Thin Lizzy
That I will always let Light in
As Light is good
And it reveals
So, May Light shine in
Always
In your way
I have 333 candles
And just one match to light them all
Yet, So many secrets to reveal
And just one to convince
YOU
★
I step inside. The door closes behind me. A large ball of light enters my chest.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Fundamental Beat
In the haze of my waking I could remember the strange figure of a woman that had been shown to me in dream.
I looked around, hoping to see a sign.
I was at the edge of a deep forest. The murmur of a stream, the birds singing and the warm sun evoked my newfound freedom.
I smiled at the thought of my liberation from the thick walls of the sordid MK Clinic.
"You have freed me, O Lord, what shall I do to please you?"
As I raised my eyes in prayer, the ball of light appeared again right above my head.
It had turned blue and increased in size
I could make out a swirling eye in its center.
It radiated heat as well as light
A cross of gold miraculously appeared. Then Disappeared.
I got up on my feet and once again followed the pulsating ball of light
It was whizzing through the air at a speed comparable to my walking
So I had no trouble following it.
After several hours of pursuit I reached a rocky fountain at the edge of a small town.
It was in the shape of a woman, soft and curvy, pouring water out of a large silvery shell in her hands.
The statue looked exactly like the lady I had seen in dream.
I thanked God and drunk profusely from the fountain.
I felt like I was born again.
Suddenly a large pair of metallic wings grew out of my back, tearing my skin without causing me any pain.
I was swept off my feet and spiralled upwards towards the Heavens at an enormous speed.
Unable to control the wings I lost consciousness as I was flying aimlessly among the lavender scented clouds.
I called onto the Light to save me.
(to be continued)
Saturday, May 19, 2012
As The Lord Spaketh, So Be It!
As the orange ball of light fled towards the horizon I abandoned the race. I knew I could not catch it, so I sat down once again in a lonely field.
The Lord spoke: "In the province of the mind there are no limitations"
I raised my eyes to the vault of heaven as tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Lord, You know I am alone and so limited. Where is hope? What can I be?"
The thunderous voice went: "As high as clouds or deep as hell, it is your choice and your making!"
The orange globe of light whizzed again through the sky.
Once again I got up and proceeded to follow it.
One sentence came to my mind. I repeated it as a mantra as I was walking faster: "This is my will, this is my will, Thy will be done and this is my will.".
I walked throughout the night and until the next morning.
The air was cool. The breeze was meek.
Refreshed, I was carried forth by that sentence. I found hope again as I kept repeating it: "This is my will, this is my will, Thy will be done and this is my will"
Friday, May 18, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Follow the white rabbit (Chronology)
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