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04/18/2024

IS-ness
William C. Scott, II

When the Wind blows...
Leaves tremble
And shudder
for the ecstasy
Of a shaken Nature…
Supported by an Anchored Stem.

When Fire cackles
And dances her witchly flames,
Tinder withers…
A dire note of surrender
and the Transfiguration occurs.

When Waters swell
and Life, suspended gasps,
As not to breathe…
Fishes flounder,
and wash ashore but…
Great Whales bellow, “Return ...”

When the Earth moves
And Tall Mountains tumble
into hot Lava Liquids,
- Somewhere -
A tiny sprout strains against the fate
of a sidewalk crack…
And dreams elsewhere,
Fields are Free.

04/01/2024

There is another side of the creation story that is emerginging from obscurity. It is the role, that women have played, since before time.

04/01/2024

Have you recognized... that the Salvation of Mankind, has already meant the utter destruction of Gaia... the Earth ?

04/01/2024

The truth of alien involvement in the human creation story is undeniable. A nother truth is the series of global floods. But today... I have learned about the great alien wars that took place in pre-history and forced humans to live in caves and underground. Several cultures speak of those world destructive battles... but the details are told by the Olympians against the Titans. The battle for Earth was just an incidental battlefield for a Galactic Empire... After the smoke cleared.... the efforts to restore the damages gave way to global slavery and in*******se with earth females. The outcome of that war and its battles, set the stage for the reality of Monotheism.

03/11/2024

To the Light of Night
By William C. Scott, II

Shadowed by the Light of Night, I sail…
Upon the wanton whispers of wistful wishes,
Barely observational, I ride in darkened wail
A steed of bright and hallowed wing,
To where yon gloried angels sing.

They to my face, are not untoward;
Having accustomed this grotesque visage
To that victory of Love and Life, that shard
In battle, my countenance horrid;
Flailed away, upon evil torrid.

And passing there, like waters healing,
Their sweet voices… pour upon me,
That fine adieu from honeyed lips… a noted pealing.
Soft with feeling, they breathe into my heart,
A deeper sense of calm, to ease my urgent, but distant mark.

Where unto I sail to you, with mended soul unbroken,
To peer, in Morning’s rounded sphere, what life so often misses:
To deliver, this which goes unseen, unheard, my tender token.
No battle cry today my pet, but memories, divine… where
I watch from above and toast my Love, with sweet, but salty wine.

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