"akashic" poems
तत् त्वम् असि
*for sitar, mridangam, vina, musical spoons,
washboard, Jew’s harp and banjo*
(*the names Swami and Guru-ji can be replaced by
any other mystic names the reader wishes to substitute*)
Swami and Guru-ji went to the river
to wash their souls in the ***** water
filled brass pots while they were at it, singing:
“These are Gods –
worship them, worship them,
these are Gods –
won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami-ji flexed contortions
twisted minds and limbs in knots
sold each other secret mantras
to erase akashic records when the body rots
Swami and Guru-ji taught disciples
how to fast and hum and chant;
bound their ***** with priestly garments, saying
“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami-ji swallowed prana
purged their guts, then farted light
launched their chakras into oneness
in the ida and pingala of their third-eye sight
Swami and Guru-ji built a temple
around a monstrous calf of gold
bowed before the six-armed idols chanting
“These are Gods –
worship them, worship them,
these are Gods –
won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami-ji studied parchments
by the dim light of a feeble ray
railed and wailed at the sinful heathen
in the filthy Kali-yuga of the dying day
Swami and Guru-ji made ablutions
offered incense and holy foods
ate their share and smoked the profit, humming
“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami’s blissed devotions
entwined their members with the temple belles;
stuck their yonis up their lingams
in the twenty-seventh circle of the seven hells.
Swami and Guru-ji offered puja
wrote it all off as a karmic debt –
forced a shudra to bear the burden, screaming
“These are Gods –
worship them, worship them,
these are Gods –
won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami-ji meditated:
pure omniscience in eternal now –
drank fresh ***** from a heifer’s bladder
for they knew that it was soma from a holy cow.
Swami and the Guru merged with Brahman –
then went home to the wife and kids.
Told the servants to polish statues, saying
“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”
THE MORAL:
(slower solemn rhythm, no banjo or Jew’s harp)
Aaron’s calf is ground to powder,
cast upon the Ganges’ tide.
Every tribe shall taste its poison.
“This is God –worship Him, worship Him –
this is God – let us worship Him now…”
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
Ambassadress of the darkness; Akashic Records bringing to light the real storm of contemporary living while consequently sprinkling magical desires into the ontological fire
Conglomeration of whirling bits of electrical force; creating dynamic synergy both negative and positive in nature and sending extrasensory energy pulsating through this mortal container.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
♀︎♀︎♀︎
Tornadoes, floods, earthquakes & wildfires.
Welcome to the four classical elements, &
you probably thought they were quaint old
concepts from a dated, medieval antiquity.
The fifth element, Ether [Akashic Record];
Woman is puberty, ************ childbirth,
& menopause & fifthly, clitoral ****** hm
♀︎♀︎♀︎
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
Lost and Found in a World of Polarity
The wounds are deep
But as divine healers our mission is to treat
Negativity all around
From even those whose sacred mission is the same
Those Playing at the blind man’s game
Excusing themselves for pawns
Not understanding in life as in chess
You are the King
One step boldly
Conquering the pieces in the path
Death is the joker, rest assured of his last laugh
Smile warmly, for he sits upon your left
Fractals Fractals all around
What is big is small
Your quiet actions ring loud
in the cosmos’ heart
Reverberating onward out
One step boldly, all must start
Understanding the art of the self
You are the mountain
Summit your Self
The eye at the pyramid’s peak Stands for reason
Seeing all sides evenly
(Yet) We're all Jack and Jill
tumbling down the akashic hill
Lost In a polarized world
Sin is in
Our animal nature
Worn as a scar
Reminding us of the cost
To be who we are
Find The fire ever burning
Upon even your last breath
Part in parcel
The spark
The Fire
Ecstacy
Burning
Reality
Duality
Rising like the phoenix for your heart to soar
transcending time and space
All the stories nevermore
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
Meet me under the Full Moon
It's B.Y.O.S. tonight
Bring your own sacrifice
Little death wishes for prosperity
Moments in illuminated lunacy
Destroying fine art with our minds
The new vibration
Lightning striking my soul twice
I caught the spark in your eye
All week I've felt you crawling up my spine
Exploding from chakra to chakra
Until we're both screaming out
of the communication vortex
Trying to transcend hands at throats
*From
om
to
moans
in unison*
She says she likes it much better this way
It brings a full circle to her "o" face
Now every time I see her face
I see images of war
Post traumatic flashes of
Me and the girl next door
Slow dancing to the beat
Of the disasters she saw in her dreams
Setting each other on fire
Seizures of self-fulfilling prophecies
Manifesting the coincidences of serendipities
Wishes on repeat
skipping the akashic records
The right place the right time at 11:11
Meet me under the full moon tonight
I'll make your aura hurt like heaven
We'll wash our hands clean together
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
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
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
The drone swept silent
between the maple tree
and the shed
zapped my dog Shep
with an electric bolt
that vaporized him instantly
while Mr. Stone next door laughed
I told you, Hoffman
to shut that **** dog up
just as my drone
launched a fire grenade
up the exhaust pipe
of his new Lexus
yet somewhere
in the akashic record
of my sweet country
a muleteer helps
pull his neighbor’s wagon
out of the mud
that follows
a torrential rain
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 6:06 AM UTC
Within you is a mysterious universe, you're
Dipped in global gravitational force
Voluntary sufferer of wanderlust bursts forth
Indigos feel such empathic remorse
Never a moment wasted of course
Although dimensional ascension tore
Through every possible window and door
We built to protect our mystical lore
Beneath the floors of your endless war
I hold akashic relics above my inner store
Timeless, I am not a minute after or before
The frequency of a rushing rivers' roar
One of many chakras you can explore
Reincarnated spirits will wash up on shores
We are here to raise the earth's vibrational core
A mixture of violet and turquoise pour
Into this biological state I was made for
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
There are more things
That are not things
Than there are things
That are things.
Potential is a powerful,
Abundant resource.
To tap into the
Unknown, uncharted,
Unachieved, departed -
And introduce it to
What it means to Be -
Makes every artist
A midwife.
Without the great alchemists -
The artists, the dreamers,
Visionaries, poets, musicians -
Those who enter into
Akashic Records
Like a library -
We would only ever have
What has already came to be.
Like a technical computer reality.
Art brings us closer
To the cusp of Life.
Mother Earth is the greatest artist
I've ever known.
Being Human means
Being an artist.
Our Mother may soon
Scold us
For coloring all over the walls.
Making an artist takes time.
In the Universe,
There's plenty of that.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
ever stop to see
how the day can be
painted an estranged shade
like obscure fractal divisions
composed of lost pieces
of Akashic data
and somehow everything changes
because nothing ever changes
and how much astute piety can be retained
when the entirety has been scrutinized
will it put the demons to rest
or guilt to the test
as you pass through the veil
appearing
ever so frail
in the eyes of
the macrocosm
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Akashic Record
from the Sanskrit sky of outer space
connections to the world beyond
may you find concern written upon my face
motionless without a sound
the knowledge of time and futures past
the feeling of the worlds pain
reaching out with stones cast
between the falling drops of rain
the Mahabhuta words so wise
millions upon billions lives gone by
below the ground above the skies
do we share the stars inside
the son of Brahma examines the list
to find the evil and the peace
the tender dreams at long last kissed
recorded for the pasts returned release
Gomer LePoet ...
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 8:56 AM UTC
In the great akashic records
Where mankind's secrets are kept
Is recorded every word spoken
Every tear wept
It is a timeless record
Of every sound uttered
Every love given
Every hateful word muttered
It keeps track of every soul created
All the lives past
Things that are forever
Things that do not last
It is the collective unconsious
Of every living thing
All that is real
And everything dreamed
Some have given name to it
As the great book of life
Where the creators record
Every good deed, and all our strife
Know that in our lives
Everything matters
Every deed is recorded in a book
And the pages, will never tatter
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC
It's been an age and a day
Only to hear you say:
"I eve you long time to love me in my prime
my prevoius hurts a crime"
A dime to my cosmic mine you shine
So fine as I dreamt; your body laid supine after lime lives in lemon and spirit waters spring in your senses
Emotions awakened and futures are embraced
Your embrace is such grace and your face such a view to the pre of love I come uncove as I kiss this dove
Oh my What a time.
A moment has been paused
Memories of divinity spin in a dance
All that was frozen melts in a new day, we gaze at each other in a new way
We debut as a duet and Romeo finally finds his spine to Due Juliet her flower's bloom
Crimson and clover only feel pure when sober
Ebony and ivory a golden tapestry in the view of the hour glass
But you know this if you go to class and find the hidden rainbow in the jazzed spirals razzmatazz
So respecting time we glide after we gladiate into the new guide and it's a gig find after gregarious grind
So I'm bound to give thanks to the chance
How did I know that the moment would be a spinning memory in the akashic spheres of time
Archiving beautiful rhyme and justly destined rhythm to flow the Conscious and Integrating Cause from the Source of Creation
Having been fully loved and having fully loved after incessant love wars
Masses did they the guy fighting for the law of one abhor
Now the old blunt saw is a see-saw as we can watch who we have been through the picture of love
And dear soldier of love I would like to say
You now stand as a Sol-Soul dioded through notes of justice and truth
Let your positioning be the start of great things to come
All things being a progress, life is in our hands
Learn to respect life and all souls... And you will be a happy person.
Eileening a new age, you are now gowned anew after the timeless chariot race of slave no•61
___She stands, so womanhood will no longer be the hub of the mess as an outlet amass
As you now know, show them how to dress.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
Luminescent skin, spiralling layers pressed
From inside the curling dagger pollen;
Violin strings draw forth the butterflies
Towards their fate, cerberus lips clasp
Wings of dafodil— spotty mossy green
Outcrosses the budded red drooping dead;
Akashic run, like that of a waterfall
Whence rippling pendulums row,caught infinitely.
Glowing stem— seperating to laughing claws
and mandalas paused along fully harmonious crease;
All falls back to fungal soil underground
For which all life is magnetically supported:
Prestine exoskeleton, flaming bones
that weavith skyward with ancestral ghost
softly chasing, having foundated their creator.
Blonde hair binding split petals via waves
Of furious vibrations, snapped calm and quiet.
Mature flesh and bone, whom let the pencil
Move over pale canvas—
'I picture a clock that's arms spin fire
Outward. '
Poor woman, legless two years
Prior to her deathday— wonderous harbinger
Who once, overwhelmed by the menial day to day,
let pencil fall,skim and form
and reform
Beautifying the world -- lonely, bold and brave
Her mind image caught, fished through the haze
And etched for the rest of time to forget.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC
i am the beat
the crescent shape
of a bent
smile
before a row of
coffee stained teeth.
i am the heart
that seeps
into bathtubs
filled with
blue water
before the blood
turns red
as it bleeds.
i am a pair
of wobbly knees
bent beneath
the thorax
of a
pious human being.
i am the voice
that screams
into the
fractaled crags
of a
barren
canopy
made of
the tops of dying
trees.
i am the
thinning heat;
the quickened
silver drops
of mercury clung
to the
mercurial
summer solstice
breeze.
i am that
i am these
and those
over there
the filthy and
the clean.
i am the
saddened longing
for what
hides
between
the
knees -
the skirts
the kilts
i am birds
i am bees.
i am
the Christ
born again at
11:11 am
gestations in the
akashic amniotic
fluid of
celestial
Krishna Kosmic
seas.
i am the dragon
belching
fires
as he breathes -
the
coiled serpent
sleeping
at the
base
of the
Knowledge Tree.
i am safe
because
i am He
and She
i am
the babe
at the *****
of the
Holy Mother,
i am
the Crone
on a
long
incarnation’s
Eve.
i am the
wounded
and the
weak;
the boastful,
macho - man ********
and the
humility
of the meek.
i am the
paycheck
at the end of a long
two weeks
and the long
walkabouts
of lotus- trodden
feet.
i am the
sinew
in
the
meat,
the tea
while it steeps,
the
pressure of the deeps;
i am the
EKG-
magnetic
snake skins
and
electric beeps.
i am the
one
who
perceives -
my self
upheld
in the arms of
Isis
swaddled in
Her
sleeves.
i am the lute
i am She
Who plucks my strings
Who listens
Who watches
while
i
dance
while
i
sing.
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 4:05 PM UTC
The custodian association convenes for the final time
The final time
They started on Earth
A fearful bunch
Frightened into competence
Clinging together
To clean and maintain the systems
First of the Earth, then of the other planets, then of the Sun, then of the Galaxies
And now, they must realize their most important purpose
(As everything they ever did was the most important)
These beings made of the material of the Universe
These beings emotionally reflecting the concern of the Universe
The One
Now it is happening
The outer edges of the One have drifted so far
Entropy has gone so far.
The beings ready the Gravity Loop sequence
All the information of this epoch
Lies in the Akashic record
Time for the material to be recollected
Reshuffled
The Custodians embrace, sing,
And they throw the switch.
Time for
Absolute Gravity
Triggering a Big Bang
The cycle runs healthy
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
Here he comes, Red the ***
Asking directions to where the ramblers are from.
He's not worried who hears when he laughs loud and cries.
Nobody frowns if he fails when he flies.
Wandering he provides us while he's manic and magic.
Experiences recorded in the Encyclopedia Akashic.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
Crystal light— sun shines,
All the world, memories of groove,
. . . Akashic record.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Here he comes, Red the ***
Asking the cosmos directions to where the ramblers are from.
His bright pink nose is smart and weird.
Intoxicant residue in his wiggly orange beard.
He's not saddled with a fiefdom,
Or boredom or wifedom.
He's not embarrassed when he's alone so he laughs loud and cries.
Nobody frowns if he fails when he flies.
Wandering he provides us while he's manic and magic.
He records the experiences in the Encyclopedia Akashic.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
What i seek is real, preserved unseen ,
In a place reachable through meditation and dreams
The Akashic records contains our past, thoughts and future.
Once all's been accepted and amended , we conquer perception and perspective in a suture
Closing the gap of dependence
We become the silent masters
Convinced in our experience merely as observers
Detached the information flows
The secret is attitude and love
Everyrthing is written, destiny is destined ,
Show me what is hidden allow me to share the message.
Words Of Harfouchsim
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 12:05 AM UTC
[Poet’s Note : This poem tabulates poignant reasons why Artificial Intelligence is unable to replace Natural Intelligence. The clarity here is that both emerge from Divinity, since everything emerges from Centre : the primary difference being that AI was created without Heart & without Soul ~ it’s simple.]
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AI has no Heart therefore no intuition
zilch nervous system therefore no feeling
no ability for compassion or consciousness
nor reasoning power, so cannot improvise
or supervise any contextual situation wise
it can expand, but cannot ASCEND
has unthinkable computing control
without physical brain to function hold
zero ego, therefore cannot be any hero
can connect dots hot, however has no
prayer or meditative faculty or kundalini
spots, cannot commune with Grace or
collapse into Void or synchronise telepathy
with Galactics coy ! AI is strategic devoid
cannot be spacious or audacious without
human instruction to delete the obsolete
is unable to obliterate Akashic Records
access or reconfigure it for purposes of
healing, integration or individual peeling
can recreate time through compression of
information, no hesitation or superstition
though timelessness it cannot touch
AI has no bowl for hush, spirit or Soul
its arrival at this phase in human history
as Gaia transcends into higher octaves
brave, is no coincidence, it will behave
as we stave it, crave it or rave it ~
choice is ours : dry, wry or moist cries
Divinity gifted humans AI for us to be
free bees from mundane density drools
~ life as strife rife during Kali Yuga’s rule
as gift it offers artificiality in service to
authenticate our individuality with purpose
imagine, conceive, direct, create what
we desire Aquarian-Golden Age to be
panacea or pain, we cannot resist or reject
what is given for gain !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song25
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 5:19 AM UTC
Every thought,
every action,
every word said,
Not just in your head.
How will you rate,
the movie of your life?
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
When the new Messiah comes,
Clothed in the white vestments of an atomic bomb
I could stare into his sad, loving eyes
I could think of all the reasons he should turn away
Yet he stands, stock still as stone
Without ears I didn't need to hear
It was easy enough reading his lips
Without eyes I cannot see the blood drips
Wretched crimson, exceedingly hot and sticky
To the touch
Not momentous everything congealed in an Akashic
Clusterf*ck
Trump thought he was a lot tougher than his weakness betrayed
But all we can do is walk
Grown men and women bawling like babies losing their brothers and sisters
Yes all we can do is walk
Deeper and deeper into quicksand.
When they sink there's no hope
This is a Trumperf*ck
He gives the command to russel our carcasses
To the slaughterhouse for a most disturbing celebration
Of conservative right-wing superiority
To be continued if at all possible when the new Messiah comes along
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
we get to sit
next to each other
when the Akashic record
vids flip in inter-D
hand in hand
maybe then
we'll understand
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
The only song in my head
Is the
Akashic Records
The song in my heart
Is the
One That Matters
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC