entrenched in this mind set, these daily duties
I saw my own self walking past me, curious
I wanted to catch up to him, ask him were he's going

He look strange to me, somebody with the joy of living
slapping all the ilks of life away, plodding his own path
but surely he must follow the daily routine, I ask myself

then, like every night when I reflect on the days events
when fear and uncertainty may surround me
I know I can enter that stargate, if I'm willing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXHT8G_ZB2o

Some say we all live in a “Multiverse” –
A myriad of universes
All parallel to one another
Invisible to us
Apart from our own universe
Wondrous as it is.

So in some other universe there is
Another version of yourself,
Where you turned right at some junction
Instead of left
And had a serious accident
Instead of winning the lottery.
Or nothing much happened
Or Everything.

Even my own fertile imagination
Is floored
By the endless possibilities here.
My mind is truly boggled
Fit to explode.

For every tiny insect in our universe
Might fly right
Or left
Or not at all
To thus create another universe.

I could write an epic poem on this.
To think that somewhere out there
I may be Immortal, or a King, or Rock Star
Or even about to be Executed
If not already dead.
And you might be these things too.

Versions of ourselves might live in universes
That echo those of fiction
In worlds such as Narnia, Middle Earth
And that of Star Trek, Star Wars
And Stargate SG One
To name but a few.

Oh to have a TV Remote
Like the fictional “Sliders”
To take us from this realm
To any other of our choice.
Or a “Uniscape”:
A machine like a Tardis
Which can take us to any place
Or time
Or universe
Or Other Multiverse???

My head is aching now.
My mind explodes
Like The Universe
And The Multiverse
Or Multiverse of Multiverses.
So I’d better stop
Before this becomes an epic
And my head explodes.

But, meanwhile, in another universe
I didn’t stop!!!

Paul Butters

© PB 18\9\2023.

since the first pop use of the phrase
window of opportunity
(was it Bush or Stargate SG-1?)
politicians big and small
corrupt and incorruptible
fallible and infallible
have all bombarded
the media – on radio, in their blogs
and personal sites
newspapers and journals and broadcasts
and through any speech
they get a chance to make
with that ready phrase:
window of opportunity

Oh, turn on the radio
as you drive maybe
and some glum Finance Minister whispers:
* …grab the window of opportunity…
read the papers and some plump Minister of Health says:
…we must grab this window of opportunity…

Oh, whole speeches in the English Language now
are bullet-ridden with that cliche
and of course the financial planners
and educators
and doctors and even unimaginative lovers
they have all jumped in
into this *window of opportunity
till I’m so irritated and angry now
that if I hear one more eminent personality say:
window of opportunity
Oh, the next time – just one more time –
if I hear anyone use that phrase
window of opportunity
I’m going to send in contract window cleaners
and they’ll grab the window-of-opportunity-user by the collar
and throw them out through the window
and clean the window after –
and I’ll assure you,
those contract window cleaners
will not miss that window of opportunity!

Stepping onto the spray of pebbles
making our way onto the grounds
I considered to myself
And to myself alone
This will be a pleasant evening
with all parties involved behaving
as they should
Or something else entirely.
Something low.
Bellies down.

We gathered before
a small card table and
made our way unsteadily
Weaving up the incline
like skiers intertwining
down the molehills
to the properties.
Up is down.
Not good.

You moved to the right
Sprinkling pleasantries in one direction
and into one direction only.
Close and physical.
Like a sprite always looking up in quiet confidences
But a bit too early.
I wondered
Did the companion notice?
Can this companion see the play?

When too many seconds pass
And it’s time to head to the right
Where I am strolling
Disturbingly care free
Unattached and
No sign of attaching
You shakily try a few words
Yet offer no enticements
for that **** costs
It’s expensive
So you hoard and bestow sparingly
To well considered targets

Knowing this
And that there will be no payout
My body has told you that much
You return back to the companion
again and again
Softly stepping And considering
with your magical archetype-wielding
Hustle and shake down.
A threadbare con under the moon
And blackened sky.
I am left alone.

I had looked into your eyes at some point
and wondered
What are you? Peering deeply.
Are you a daemon?
I felt badly. To wonder
And certainly not for the first time
That this extended moment
sitting side by side
On stools
In the Mexican night
Was with some kind of creature
Not human
Not kind
A predator
You said so yourself
With pretty eyes
And two harmless old canines.

We sat and waited for the companion
Who showed up with a bottle of wine
And we sauntered back to your rental
The senile dogs entered and retreated immediately
into the darkness
to face the walls
immobile yet somehow agitated
A bad sign.
Spirits are here.
The dogs are aware.
You have said that they could be
Easily corrupted by being pure souls.
By a force that’s
bent upon the destruction of
All Souls
Not just dogs.
However if you asked me
The devil gets his due.

God that’s funny.

You withdrew to get them sorted
In the darkened rooms
Especially that dusky mauve poodle
A miniature with a frazzled dying coat
And questionable eyes
Blindness or Defeated?

You and the companion dug into your chicken
Ravenous and American style.
I, horrified, ate a bland soup of corn

Out came notes and pens and post-its
And the data was exchanged across
the central kitchen prep-table
with the white quartz top.
You paused and turned to your right
Facing me and my spoon
And speaking under your breath to your shoulder
Confirming with your angels
and channeling guides
That the real estate numbers looked good,
In what wasn’t any language
that I’m familiar with,
But they validated your inquiry
As they should
And perhaps you scribbled a notation
Or a mathematical calculation
Perhaps not

The companion saw none of this
Apparently hearing no little squawks or soft babble
Too busy grinding into her meal
and her resentment.
This is not going well at all.
My soup is bad
My company is bad
I must change this immediately.

But
The companion has a word for me
Instead
You are too nice
You have made yourself too available
You will get hurt by bad people in this town
You with that sweet smile
Warm hands
huggable shoulders
kissable face
and laughing eyes and all those euros in your
Change purse!
They will mean you harm.
I know about these things.

I chose not mention the man that drew my portrait that day
Although it did look like a rock
And yes the one that arrived at our lunch unannounced and uninvited
That did not go over well either.

But you
You have your daemon
You are safe
And protected
And loved
Touching fingers
And make offerings at her altar
by way of undeveloped but
prime
real estate
Giving the devil her due.

Major Tom
Where's your tea-set?
It's us and them now
Forget Ziggy
You're the Starman

Becoming more like a machine
Each and every day
Dusting my hard-drive
Pulling wires from the
Motherboard
Seeking control
Who am I?

We know you got this
Death-drive type thing
Pure desire
Driving you up walls
But don't worry
Your bedroom's elegant
Just lacking in a certain shade of green

Got my death tools
Got evolution's bent
LSD morals
Cardboard Soup
But any malfunction
Means I plummet

Starling child
Superman's coming with
Great Insights
Red Suit, Yellow Suit
We know it's you
Rest now
Your homecoming awaits

Penetrating gravity
Swallow me slowly
Black hole
The rules of brain
Have changed
I repeat
The rules of brain
Have changed
(Throw up,
Regurgitate)
Man in yellow suit
Miscarried today
He floated away
Tried to save him
But the jaws of life let go

Let's talk drill bitter
Hold that thought
(Pod B- Eyes Open)
Hey we're back
Let's play chess
Testing Testing
What a brilliant
Sketch

I keep having
The same dream
I see this floating
Tombstone
Taunting me like Moses' tablet
But it always dissolves
Out of my reach
The door keeps closing
But floats back to me

Hold your fact sheets close
This decimation is critical
The millions will praise you
Don't eclipse your mission
Enjoy the scenery
Remember your duties

If God has a face
Will I soon see it?
Can he not hear us without
These markers?
Did he abandon Gaia
The minute she fell?
Ancient astronauts
Invade my nightmares
I feel like I've been here before

We assure you
There're no witch doctors
In outer space
There's a time for revelation
And a time for concealment
Please learn the difference
You're almost home

More imaginary friends
But their intentions
Are unknown
The bow-man
With his shaky spears
Tells me I have
Nothing to fear
But I wonder why he
Looks so sad
The motherboard is dead
Polite robots politely abandon you,
Just like people do
And I'm still carrying
The motherload
"My mind is going- I can feel it"

"Hello,
This is a prerecorded message
By now you're in
Jupiter's time warp
Deep inside the
Dodecahedron
You're making history here
Keep your eye on the prize
You'll do fine"

Neon light seizure
It's too much
It's too much
I see the Universal shape
Of a pupil
The iris is white
Consumed by light
It's too much
I see another door
In the bedroom of the Sun King
I've arrived at Stargate
Made a room in my mind

A blank, black slate
A nothing state
The secret's out
We yearned and pined
For nothing
The blind-fold's off
The secrets out
We ached and pained
For nothing

*And when the glass breaks and
Wine stains my bedside
I quench my endless thirst
With the vine inside

The Birth Of Gaia

"The changes themselves are already under way for quite some time. They are energetic changes, not so much on a physical 3D level. The Hunab Ku wave signal, on its way to Earth aka Gaia, will open a Stargate. The wavefront will get here by the end of 2012.

In physical terms Hunab Ku (Hunab Ku aka Perseus aka Ouroboros, the Milky Way Serpent who swallows its own tail) is a quasar radio source, also known as Sagittarius A, 'weighting' about 4 million suns and so 40 million kilometers (or 2 light minutes) across and about 25,627 lightyears distant from the core of the Earth.

The changes will result via energy Matrix changing not the planet itself. Gaia's ascension is interdimensional, not physical.

Changing the rotation and inertia of Earth (geographic pole shifts,..etc) could easily destroy the planet. The higher dimensional envelope is changing (subtly seen in environmental changes).

Energy shift is slowly displacing the old Matrix - this is the ascension. By 2013 it will complete the reconfiguration. Old humanity will be "forced" to either adapt or go crazy. The less "dense" reconfiguration will enable the ET (extra terrestrial ) contact by then. Until that time, ET will only be seen as plasma (white light, orbs..shadows of 4D).

There will be a pole shift....but at the center of the Earth. Its a dimensional 'Opening' or Rupture of spacetime itself as a 'SelfIntersection', of geometry. The wave signal will than bounce back and begin transmitting all the gathered data from Noospehre aka Akashic Records aka... to the entire universe."

THE COUNCIL OF THUBAN

I thought I'll not go on after sixty one,
but now I'm here and the fear is I will,
yes
age is the bitter pill we swallow when life
has left us lined and feeling hollow,
used up like a matchstick that's been burnt.

Sixty two will have to do or maybe three, I'll wait and see.

If you believe we never leave
and just move to another plane
I for one don't blame you
but
I'd rather move the
goalposts.

The Boogaloo plays on the rin-tin, tin-can speakers at my Mexican hang out.  
Spinsters smile in sun-glow, while I cower in the shadow,
being not buzzed but bothered by some sort of flying ant;
floating around the purple flowers on the sill in which I sit.
I am waiting for the autumn.
The sun has got his mace out. The sun has got his Cat-O-Nine-Tails out,
and he is whipping me without a whisper of mercy.
I will feel fine when the night falls,
when sun becomes moon, when sun kills moon,
when the old man dying in his ship with the great fish strapped to the bow dreams about the lions once more and how it is a good thing that man does not have to fight the moon each night.
Today is the day they said that the world would end.
I am waiting, waiting patient, still, like some great stone Buddha,
for the rapture, or the four horsemen or the stargate,
the end all of the be all.
People around me seem calm.
I am calm too.                                                             ­                                                                 ­  

The lizard people are coming!!


later we drank and smoked and drank some more; running in the rain and falling off of buildings like nothing had ever happened.
”Just one more step”



{thoughts on tomorrows Rapture to be added in the next few days... probably}