♦I gaze into the scrying bowl- a black onyx bowl filled with water. Peering into the bowl I leave my mind and merge into the mirror of dark water. Breaking sound, I enter into the other world- to know the unknowable, to see the unseen.
The oracle has a black face and her eyes are shaped like diamonds. She whistles when you enter and she comes and goes in pulsing waves of eery splendor. “Is this what you were looking for?” she asks as you melt away…
Encapsulated in cocoons of demonic harmonics-they are shattering our mind waves so we stay tame- so we don’t remember our selves and our heritage. I break the sound wall with a countering harmonic- and I breach the system- and I walk inside…with puddles of you splashing beneath my invisible feet…
I will expose everything. The glamour in our wake, the upturned nose, the betrayal. It’s really not about getting covered up, staying safe- it’s about getting uncovered- stripping away the veils that shroud our good memory.
Breaking out of the sound cocoon…
Because remembering is all we have. We, the warm blooded humans, were initially given the heavenly gods and religions to civilize us (which didn’t turn out so good after all due to contamination) – and now the imposters are here among us and will dehumanize us, diffuse the ten commandments, eat the angel’s heart, tear off our wings and our virgin halo -and lustfully rape us of our humanity (and our omniscience)
We will then be served an A.I. God- Artificial Intelligence God. One God for the planet and all the trans- humans that are left populating it. We will have cyber umbilical cords, we will be infected with viruses and nano particles- we will feed off the A.I. God through these astral tubes-
IT’S finger down our throats, IT will fuck the soul right out of us once and for all. That is, for those of us who still have a soul at that point.
Her scream has gone out and it fills the air. At night, they wake me up and tell me all of this. They are the ones who have come for aeons- we call them many things- we have seen them in many forms-but we can never know how their empty faces truly appear until the final moment of reckoning. I hope you believe me, because we can’t grow cold together ok?
Friends and lovers, we thought we found our nitch here? We didn’t find anything but servitude to the beast…clearing away the table every morning, feeding the limping dog. We thought we could do something meaningful even though we didn’t yet wash the sheets or clean the floors.
We thought we could find a loop hole and that we didn’t need to prepare, be disciplined, get up a little earlier…keep our promises and our word -we could learn a mantra or a ritual -and yet skip all the groundwork- the dirty places.
Well, let me remind you, the ax needs to fall.
Scraping the channel, I really need to see inside. So much for privacy and getting dressed everyday. Nothing is hidden, who are we kidding? Your body, your ally- the one who gets you everywhere is a transparent hologram. It’s delivering you to me in sparks of gray and yellow. The white dawn and the blue morning are lovers who only glimpse the body of the sky, that’s you.
And so I’m looking into this black bowl, and your eyes are looking back saying to me, “Did you know I’ll always be here” and I said, “Who are you?” and you said, ” I am your eyes”
and I went through and I saw everything.
We’ve really come a long way, we’ve pulled it together and we’ve graciously unraveled. They never thought we could make it this far, but here I am deep inside- wandering the moments when I saw you last, in the other place- my broken mirror.
I never meant to shatter what we had, and I tried picking up the slivers and all I did was bleed and nothing made sense. I lost my vision. I turned blue. I coughed up all those promises and jumped into my grave. Pour the earth over me now. Let me forget you, what I’ve done in the cracks. In the cracks between the hearts I break is where I go to find the essence. (it’s complicated)
And it’s the simplest thing, a soft smile in the mirror, a cracking heart, and velvet eyes. I’ll always love the soothing dusk when only the
outline remains and nobody and nothing is there. And I’m all alone in the womb turning toward the way out of here, rubbing the sides of forever my love. When you called my name, I really wanted out. This cocoon isn’t home anymore.
Because we know the ways of each other and we smell the dried blood and we know it was a tight squeeze. This witch looks deeper than hell to find you. Everytime I say goodbye. Everytime I lose your little pink hand-I get vicious, I won’t lie. My way out is through you. And this bowl has no bottom and you’re deeper than the well. And I’m drowning in my own spawning waters. I won’t ask “How deep is your love?” because it sounds stupid. But God only knows I’ve hit my head on the bottom twice already- diving for the pearl, for the key, for the entrance-
for your open eyes holding me steady.
It’s only a dream they say but I don’t know- If this is a dream, then what isn’t? I died and came back even though they told me, “Stop. It’s enough” But I just can’t stop loving you. And I can’t remember if you’re even real…or if you’re just a dream…I only know, this isn’t heaven I’m roaming.
So which way do I go with my long searching eyes? Holding the holy pinpoint of light. Piercing the woman who thought she was shut. Pulling out the man who said he loved her. None of this makes any sense as they lay across each other pawing at the rubber shell…
So maybe tomorrow will never come, I don’t know. The sound is broken. I shattered the wall and I saw and I heard. And it’s all written in code inaccessible to human processing- but everything has collapsed and there are many worm holes and star gates. I move with the ethers and I hide and I listen. They have been quarantined in this solar system by a higher order of beings-
and there is a thirty foot icy white and very angry lizard with razor sharp yellow eyes shaped like crosses- with little black needless in the center -and a twelve foot long whipping, barbed tail…he has a reptile army along with certain human and alien allies -and he is panicked because his time is running out and he is intent on destroying us all as fast as he can-and so the foretold war has begun…
We are not alone, but we are so lonely…behind the curtain we take off our clothes and only a naked shadow remains.
Who have I lost in this mess?
My bloody fingers are counting the days we have left…
my home is a broken cocoon.