#astrological
We make our own reality
without a word
of vocabulary
tell me a story
write it in the stars
sing my blessings
shout my praises
tell me that you love me
by spelling out my name
in your mind
and in mine.
tell me our voice comes from above
its all better for the wiser,
who knows who to love
who to love
and that's you
and that's me
and that's you
and that's
telepathy
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
*Found on the date of nine – two – three – two – oh – one – seven -
Barely more than one month after the grand eclipse of heaven
The revised twelve stars of Leo crown the head of the ******
In her land of milk and honey, her labors merge in.
Jupiter encircles the womb while within the Holiest of gastronomes.
Mercury, Mars and Venus conjoined with Leo’s nine making the dozen.
Seventy-five days prior the New City’s Trumpet has merged with Put In
Calling for Levant’s retribution which will divide ancient Ebian within.
The Virgin’s head newly crowned with the temporal twelve stars of Leo,
At her feet quiver the sun and moon awaiting the arrival of Palladio.
She being with child cries in the pain to deliver.
The earth quickens the mystery in perfected position, as both quiver.
Nine months prior the consummation completed by NATO’s resolution
Casting out the promised land – this is real – this is not the imagination.
Jubilee last appeared on the eave of the six day war
Marked by half centuries, Jubilee returns this year once more.
The revelations of tribulation are set by a single star that does always appear
Every two thousand years and four thousand years ago it founded Israel.
Two thousand years ago this same star led the three kings to the king of all kings.
This star is visible for two years and appeared in September two thousand and fifteen.
And yet another sign appears in the heavens: behold a great fiery Red Kachina
Having seven followers and ten outcasts with seven headbands in the arena.
The Red Kachina drawing in a third of the stars, hurling them toward the earth.
This Kachina standing at the Virgin’s feet waiting for her to give up the birth.
The Red Kacina’s vile evilness waiting to consume Jupiter’s birth failing
To devour the newborn who is to lead all nations with a rod of iron.
But the child remains in the heavens with it’s mother to feed grazed
By the Red Kachina for one thousand two hundred and twenty six days.*
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
Butting heads and jumping mountains,
Fiery ram am I
I have no wings or feathers but on swift hooves I can fly
I sometimes wish I wasn't burning,
but any cooler and I wouldn't be so bright
And my love'd be dying coals instead of an inferno of red light
Oh, I know I can be passionate, I know I sometimes look for fights,
I know that I am stubborn, strange and always must be in the right
But know I'll never hurt you, This fire can be soft and warm
And trust that I won't burn you
Even though this ram has horns
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC