toxcatl begins today

i;ve been doing submersions in the ocean for past week

tomorrow i'll be traveling south to north doing work at mounds

he to whom we are slaves

in your hand is a dark mirror to which your attention is given

him through whom we live

the enemy of both sides

one way out between two worlds

 

tahutonim   who live below

 

elionim     who live above

 

camphor><gravitational collapse

 

when transmutation is denied (through big pharma and voluntary placation,  through the war on the imagination and the stifling of free speech, whatever it might be, through the "liberal" progressive's insistence on demanding to inflict their choices on others, to demand we conform to their selfish vision,  through fear and surveillance and the right to do ones own work as one sees fit', through confusion of the self through media lies and distortions.. is this hope? and just what is THEIR change?)

the soul becomes like steam in a sealed vessel

soon the pressure builds to where the vessel explodes...

the soul is thrust forcibly from the vessel leaving it open to habituation by those who seek immortality of the flesh.    the soul that is justly allotted to the body can no longer do the work ( work only possible in the unique harmonic structure of the body in which the true soul resides) needed for the structure of the universe to thrive. oh highest and most marvelous felicity of man! to him it is granted to have whatever he chooses, and to be whatever he wills.

 

Somewhere in the gray wood by the river is the huntsman and

in the brooming corn and in the castellated press of cities. His work

lies all wheres and his hounds tire not. I have seen them in a dream,

slaverous and wild and their eyes crazed with ravening for souls in

this world. Fly them.