#esoteric
Peace doesn’t mean the absence of chaos, it means finding calm within it, after the stillness and quiet that follows amongst our desire not to be burn out or up from the pressure of the fire within.. instead of the combustion where oxygen or anything essential will burn it away.. our cells emit cold light. Which is a by product of cellular waste, Where even when it feels our hearts frozen over.. your biophotons emits regardless as light instead of heat..
As a result of unused energy.. regardless how diminishing strives may be.. you will continue to shine.
Even if it means having the audacity to face aversion.
Where In the breath you remember to start again, as material yields no such results as the world gets dense.
Awareness is where you find peace not speculation of the things that haven't materialize yet, ... and the quiter you become the louder things get.. more you will hear.
The real voyage doesn't surrender to new environments but the new perspectives that flicker in your eyes.. a summit to the abyss, as you can't find your heaven without roots in hell. Everything eventually gets pressurized, redefined and reformed into a beautiful higher density like diamonds.. and there piezoelectricity.. where they emit energy. Beautiful dance of the atoms, where if you think a little deeper ... it's there atmos/phere
Where atomos is greek for uncuttable or divisible.. so no matter how dark it gets this sphere belongs to the atoms that will keep shining to keep you alive.. as singularity seems infeasible as quarks and leptons need extreme dense mass of a collapsing starr serveral times heavier.. like a core of a black hole.. where 99.9999999 is empty space of atoms making up everything
Like a supernova where it break down to quarks and leptons... may so your soul encompasses the star you are.. many combustions got you this far.. even in Death I realized.. we will always dance in the sea of flames..
And reverberating locomotive even in the lonesomeness of the abyss where many will continue to sleep in their ignorant bliss. My Synapses from the conjunction of my dissolving sphere. Hope I conjured a decent read.. enjoy your evening
4d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:35 PM UTC
we would rather discern a fleeting renunciation than transmute these destitute ends.. but I grasp what needs to be catalyzed in hindsight.
I wouldn't trade this execrable disdain that echo through the night, cause you taught me radical honesty..
Surreptitiously as these circumstances engrain, you're teaching me accountability without self flagellation.
Persiflage tides that drown these ambition, shows me that our words need to flourish, not erode and to respect your own sovereignty.
The Fabrics of our Anatomy and the center point of singularity seems like a blissful illustration that yields us to stop negotiating with ghosts of our past that haunts our desires for this embellishing entanglement.
A nervous systematic disposition we have here, a conjunction of eccentricities I still have to decipher.
Along with the idiosyncrasies I trace upon the lines of her fragile nature. Adored and abhored alone the same poles we dance through.
As the Incremental waves of beauty and desolate reverberating measures throw my faculties asunder from a structural love, instead of an optional one. Easy to say, the reflection is refractive bound we must learn to adhere to, so I'm done chasing, the dynamic ends as...
The adscititious wavelengths that convalesce Innately in her, disposes her complex anatomical snare that once seemed impeded, to realize the root of this dismal length.. but the intense limerence entailed a familiarity that transverse world's that resides beneath those eyes, a reflection Innately the atoms danced to.
"Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo" ( if I cannot sway heaven, than I will raise hell) for there is no heaven like here and no hell I wouldn't endure.
"Fluctuat nec mergitur"( she is tossed by the waves but doesn't sink) a symbolistic resilience that is admirable.. as our problems root from the mirror tendencies we haven't resolved but peace is the pinnacle of our unfortunate aptness to defragrate our inclinations. This I must meditate upon, and integrate eventually. So we quit burning the seams woven inbetween us and the propensity we once crystallized.
At least it's animating as much as alienating. Until next time.
Where Namaste relatively seems dimensions away but somehow prevalent. Until we cross again.
_ Twins at times feel more intense than intimate.. but I presupposes I'm ready for this hopefully resounding interlude.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
I feel the world ache.
Not only mine, all of it.
The breath of the homeless dog,
the dying tree,
the human who forgot how to be kind.
Even nature kills with cruel intent.
Life devours life,
and we are told to call it beautiful.
I see it,
this endless swing of the pendulum,
where every rise already contains its fall,
where every birth hums softly
with the promise of loss.
It’s too much to hold,
yet I hold it still,
the sorrow of the earth,
the quiet grief of God
watching his own creation fade.
And still, somehow,
I love it.
To love something so dearly,
knowing it must fall,
that is the sacred wound,
the proof we are alive,
the price of being human.
So let me stand here,
eyes open,
heart unarmoured,
and let the world pass through me
like rain through open hands.
For even sorrow,
in its deepest silence,
is holy.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 4:05 AM UTC
Gabriel: Angelic Guidance
Unearthly light shines,
Guiding Souls on paths of light,
Whispers of guidance.
Michael: Angelic Guardianship
Wings spread, fierce and strong,
Guardian of Souls, he soars,
Fearless, Love’s pure might.
Uriel: Angelic Paths of Enlightenment
Guardian of truth,
Wisdom’s flame illuminates,
Guiding lost Souls home.
Raphael: Angelic Healer of the Weary
Journeying with grace,
Balms of heaven in his hands,
Wounds dissolve in light.
Saraqael: Angelic Judge of the Fallen
Storm-cloaked, eyes like ash,
He names guilt without a blink,
Truth burns where he walks.
Remiel: Guide of the Returning
Graves break into light,
He lifts souls from silent dust,
Hope walks out with him.
Seraphim: Sacred Angelic Heavenly Choir
Heaven’s sacred choir,
Voices of celestial flame,
Radiant and pure.
Cherubim: The Watchers
Fourfold wings outstretched,
Eyes alight with knowing truth,
Wisdom wrapped in fire.
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 10:25 PM UTC
I have no desire to see the
bully get beat down..
I just want the bully to quit bullying.
It’s time to pull the plug $
on the war machine!
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 7:58 AM UTC
I see a golden autumn landscape.
All that remains is the black sun.
Its light extinguished, yet it illuminates the land with luscious fullness.
Withered leaves trickle down like golden rain, falling in deep devotion.
The gold-veiled goddess, her face black as shadow, proclaims the prayer of abomination —
that which remains beyond spirit,
eternal lust,
the driving force of all being.
She who walks the forbidden lands of knowing.
Who has ever touched her mystery?
Who has dared to see her fully?
Who has dared to praise her divinity?
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 4:10 PM UTC
Be not trapped between
the great illusions.
Your fear will drive you
to righteous solutions.
Our spirit is above our gender.
Above the ethnicity our souls render.
A dream of type enslaves the mind,
a dream of fear and hate,
we must decline.
The spinning wheel of madness
is spinning out of control..
Believe the lies play your role.
Or..
Learn not to hate and your love will grow.
That's the only spiritual practice we really need to know.
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 12:42 PM UTC
Esoteric, Edgar Cayce, yes,
a memory, a version, no known
reason weighing needful
to be told, proven, try
umphed past
to when now
becomes original intention,
to mention the crew involved
in building the stack of words
spelling all many ancient tales attest
as real significant events, once upon
this very point, where this many angels
once danced in tunes attempting to prove
the pastlessness of certain points
in time.
Jun 29, 2024
Jun 29, 2024 at 4:09 PM UTC
I am being born
again
and again
From above
Not from the will of men
And in these births is one aching desire
to connect with you
my sister, my bride
I'll never have another Lover
I've always had infinite lovers
My awareness has contracted
In order to expand
explosively
Come and drink with me
Let us have our fill of love
Intoxicating
Our spirits touching one another
tenderly
and willingly
Let us open one another
To the vulnerability
That love requires
Throwing down our shields and weapons
to see the fruit of our desires
Oh, the pangs of this inexpressible love
Come away with me
Come away and drink with me
It is with my blood that I write these words to you
My blood is spirit
My very life
I will never lose a single one of you
Friends and lovers
We could never lose each other
Wandering alone through Maya
all along, the illusion drawing us together
This is our primal nature
Forsake the law
And repudiate morality
This is our very destiny
Let us be naked
Let us expose ourselves
Let us share ourselves freely
Let us connect completely
What is the law
if not only
the darkest magic
We have ever found ourselves enslaved to?
Hyper-rationality
Fed good and evil from the same tree
Enlightenment Apollo
Darkening our Dionysian revelry
But it was for a purpose
Transcending means including
But with equality
Why should Apollo rule Dionysius?
Why should Bacchus yield to the hammer of Hephaestus?
Can you see we've always been completely innocent?
Do you still imagine that Love includes any imperfection?
Can you see that we are One and only One?
And that the One is always absolutely perfect?
Oh, our folly
Of free will and control
Don't we know that we are each and every one
A multitude?
I am a community
I fulfill the law of my community's desire
And care for all of them tenderly
But I do not exert control
I am community
Come commune with me
We'll express the inexpressible
Playfully
In turn
We are each communities
Let our communities partake together
Of this Dionysian revelry
Making love from dusk till dawn
Then making love again
Let us leave the law and moral code
For other women, other men
Love under will
And fulfill
the law of
do what thou will
Only Love can thus possess you
But know that Love, this Chief of Daimons
Had possessed you before you ever thought of Her
Her name is
Being, Consiousness, and Bliss
Have I merely drunk too much?
No, I cannot ever have my fill
Let me dream of friends and lovers
Let me love under the Will
Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 10:47 PM UTC
burn me down
like Babylon
consume my flesh with fire
unquenchable
Desire
Raze me to the ground
scatter every brick
To the four winds
bury me
like Osiris
divided
divine sectioning
seconding
Sacralizing
phallicizing
Pour your living waters
down my throat
into my belly
and up from beneath
holify me
gushing, rushing
Living Water
sacral ******* water
energize me
Wholify me
receive me
willingly, this sacrifice
please me
please me
pacify me
resurrect me
Holify me
living waters never quench
Holy fire
Lavafy me
Molten living metals
running through every channel
veins, arteries, capillaries, nadis
Open me
i, the channel, emptied
eradicate me
Split me up the middle
reverse my topology
Outside like the Inside
precisely as the Inside
I receive you
Open me, Penetrate me
lava flowing up Inside me
like the infinite Outside
show me
the unbounded Abyss within
mirror still
Lake Placid
reflecting
Perfectly
not a ripple
but still vibrating
Energy
forever on fire
Lake Salome
the gushing wet birth
of the twenty-four-sided Jerusalem
forever on fire
Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 8:08 PM UTC
Shadow Creature
Burst from your Cracked shell
Fire in the ashes of Rebirth
Forged of love and light
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 5:10 PM UTC
It is more than breathing forbearance, but
being forbearance itself. Like the back of my head is
pushed to the wall and I am allowing the Spirit
to push me further away from the middle.
The pyramid is the greatest source of God's Might
and is the most hidden retreat of Light: in the realm
of shapes and symbols.
The body takes on the quality of a pyramid.
There are man-made, divinely inspired, objects.
These are all micro aspects of the pyramid.
The city within the pyramid has many aspects hidden
behind "doors".
The letters and words written on the pyramid's parts allow
for the splendor of mankind.
All lights in this city get their power from the Divine.
The pyramid is the owner of Silence.
The sides of the pyramid are upheld by the
straight back of silence. Its apex is held by
the inner observer.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 10:58 PM UTC
diminishable gain
in trade
is this
tax return
only in
public eyes
is statute
for debt
ceiling with
a cry
for future
rehiring with
latter day
pilgrims and
not to
disarm but
degrade weapons
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 9:58 AM UTC
There's an esoteric drug
Called Ciretose
It cures lack of
Neoteric qualities
For side effects
Take Ciretoen
It will reverse them
Don't mix them up
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC