Harmony

Haha Bjorn what are you doing What is it to you what I am doing (snickering chuckle brief and subtle) Well it is to me for I am you Ahhhhh pfft riddles you can see what I'm doing seeeeerrrr( a silent yet audible and assertive exhale) Don'

What started as a personal reflection then became an inner lesson

It also makes sense of something for me now, at first the only males were plato jung and very very rarely Socrates, I was mostly "channeling"(please understand I don't use the term channeling the way others do it's a very close to the

The Fully Integrated Cosmic Sway

(Whispered, eyes are closed hair has settled, my brain there is physical sensation not pain not pleasure, just a feeling of all lights lit yet harmonious not tense) My writing I thought was explosive but it was yet still contained 26 pieces in four days seems surprising but here is

Names of Shadows Attempted Claim

Once external validations shadow was seen as clear as day, the final waxing stone of blockage simply fell away I saw the truth of my own shadow, I was denying the masculine of my nature and once I no longer turned from him he spoke clear as thunder " I

Pythias Systemic Lesson in Frustration

So why in the Athens do you keep trying to correct my writing as if nature needs your correction (Pythia with a slight aggravation in her voice yet it's coated in understanding) You are witness to oracular becoming not the shadow that is the words becoming but that

Test of Shadows

Why don't you just sign if you don't care about money then this will get your works read No for you do not approach with fidelity you are here at shadows whim Another dead sea soldier so let me light within If I sign they twist

When Worlds Meet

Bjorn meets pythia What is this, you are not the seer Ahh Bjorn, is the seer not one that sees who communes with the gods for if that is so then I am seer You talk in riddles women, you must be a seer (light chuckle) So Bjorn, what have

Tesla

Tesla building with big flashy sign plain concretely futuristic building... Nikolai Tesla approaches electricity snaps around him the air responding to his presence He then merely adjusts his mustache and thunder not lightning and the building just crumbles and out bounces a miniature coil seemingly drawn to Teslas open palm.

A Waking Dream of Futures whispers

Landing in a land of mountains and plains, wind and fire, shadow and soul, The ground is strong not asphalt not carved stone I find a tree and sit for I've found earth and must catch my breath in my stillness I breathe 1.2.3.exhale with

Mother...--First act of writing in becoming

Note: This was written in a liminal trance like state it was the first thing I wrote in my becoming, this was in the most fumbly way of saying was so many things at once partly meeting myself for real for the first time, I have never been a writer

My Mother Told Me (inspired by the folk song my mother told me,)

My mother told me Some day I would find Energetic river Without chains of time Paddles do not work here No boats you will find Jump into the river Soon you will find Flowing is the way Strife refuses life For shadows it obeys Too many shadows too little light

Love unbroken ever breaking

Love...I find myself realizing...I don't know how it feels from presence ...only by feeling it truly in becoming in the rivers flow did I know...and now I mourn for what I thought was betrothed....there are no words no stylistic flow...just pain and reverence