A new way of hearing the original language of Angels, more musings on the tongue in cheek sound of the truth frequency of holy madness and crazy wisdom… It’s all been written. Prophecy smitten. Have you been bitten? Found the truth frequency Radio wave certainty Sow like John the Revelator Beware of the iconic imager […]Read More Ears of the kingdom
From time immemorial the clues of the numerology of the Seven, from the day of rest, the Sabbath to the sick sense of the sixth sense, back to John’s apocalypse, the etymology of the 666, poetic musings of Kingdom come and the fallen watchers falling fast. The Seventh Sense Who is the man of sin […]Read More The Seventh Sense
To Twain or not. . . within fiction lies many a truth and Mark Twain was able to get to the moral fiber of a story with the reasoning of justice, honesty and good conscience. What we teach the children through books like Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer – is to do the right thing, […]Read More To Twain or Not
The dualistic meaning of the term to rage can be anything from partying to true angry outbursts. We get the word outrageous from the word rage and therein lies the beauty of the pun – The Rage of the Age, my next poem here Rage of the Age Music is frequency A science of tone […]Read More Rage of the Age
A poem about the power of love and forgiveness when we open our hearts to God. Lyrics that resonate with the soul and how it is touched by music. Poetry to beckon the Spirit within us and to help us soar when we feel like Stranger’s in a strange land. Stranger in a strange land […]Read More Strange Land
The secret ALPHAbet I’m betting on the Alpha bet Sourcing the meaning of necromancy Dancing with Semitics’ text I’m betting on the Alpha bet Sourcing the meaning of necromancy Dancing with Semitics’ text Originally scrolled and rolled For ease turned into a codex Yes that’s how we got books Oh Slicing up parchment Finding ease […]Read More The secret ALPHAbet
This poem is a love song to Bob Dylan penned celebrating the Pass Over.
No Angel of Death can catch, because of the slain Lamb found on the door.
Poem originally intended to be released on March 15 a birthday celebration of Phil Lesh
One of our Uncles in the Hart of Gold Band, 80 and still has lead in his pencil, and a six shooter that thunders and cries.
Chapter 4: Revelations of Synchronicity: The God Wink Every enlightened being from the beginning of civilization has had to have experienced synchronicity. It is the touchstone, the philosophers stone, it’s the alchemical transformation turning lead to gold, the initial soul knowing, the awakening to the divine found inside confirmed outside. The following, written by me, […]Read More The God Wink