Alchemy Of Human Blood
The human body is a priceless mine
Containing gold and cosmic matter
Within our blood flows “The Divine”
That points way to “Jacob’s Ladder”
Sacred/precious fluid, so often shed
Giving fleeting power to an evil few
As, nothings gained from the dead
By plundering innocence and virtue
Within blood lay the mystery of life
Also all that was, is, or shall ever be
Opens wide a door to “The Afterlife”
Solves ‘Why are we here? ” anomaly
Meditate upon the crimson fluid within
“Know thyself”, to once more feel akin
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poem by Ray Lucero
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You Are Immortal
You are immortal;
When you are in touch with the,
non-physical, elements of yourselves.
How will you handle Gaia’s transition?
You will do this by working with her Goddess Alchemy.
Your body knows the connection between the iron,
in your blood and the iron core of Gaia.
Human blood is an archive of the Cosmos.
That is why evil men spill our precious fluid,
through violence. They want from us,
what they do not see in themselves.
Now is the time to go deeply into your blood,
which is the very source of your individuality.
As you move deeper into awakening,
your blood gets extremely activated.
This is happening now,
as great events are developing.
Our blood is instrumental in processing,
individual and collective karma.
This is painful yet rewarding.
Be warned brethren;
Remove your bodies and consciousness
from all situations that are violent,
except situations where you can act to calm violence.
Look within, not without for immortality…
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Cosmic Child
Beloved, you are a Cosmic Child of God
Created more of light, than simple matter
If conscious of your power you’d be awed
'Twas you that helped build Jacob’s ladder
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Blood Flow
Blood, blood
Let it all flow
Crimson
The worlds new gold
A precious ruby
The most sacred jewel
Blood
Sweet poisonous blood
Let it flow as a snake river may
Let it fall like the cruel rain
Red red
Crimson red
Let it pour
Let it drain
Into my goblet of fire
A delicious meal
My sinful desire
poem by Janelle Morehart
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One Drop of Christ's Blood Shed…
One dropp of blood
of Jesus Christ, shed
Frees millions of sinners
Of their life-time sins!
One dropp of blood
Of Savior Christ, priceless
Absolves the punishments
Of the worst repentant sinners!
One dropp of blood
Of Messiah Christ
Opens the gates of heaven
For souls which yearn for God.
One dropp of blood
Of the slain Lamb of God
Annuls eternal damnation
Of all who repent and plead!
One dropp of blood
Of the Redeemer Christ
Can save mankind
From the fire of Hell!
Such is the immense power
Of the blood of the Son of God,
Who suffered and died upon the cross
for mankind's sake!
The sacred blood of Christ
Can sanctify all souls,
Who are truly sorry from heart,
From time immemorial!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-06-12
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The River of Blood
It’s the river of blood
Initiated by the enemies of God
And when advised too or told to stop
They just give you the nod
The nod of ignorance and cruelty
The nod of no life and no feel
As they are told about they’re evilness
They believe that none of it is real
It’s the river of blood
That flows down a dark and red stream
And as I dip my hand in, it feels like sour, bitter cream
It’s the river of blood
The river of cruelty and pain
The river of blood
The river that flows in vain
The river that will never end
The river full of the dead
The river where they remain silently hopeless
The river where the majority of them bled
It’s this river of blood where I inject my power and strength from
It’s this river full of blood where my victory will soon come
The river of blood, the river that will soon contain me
It’s this river where my blood has long sought to be
The river of blood that shall soon end with an atrocious fight
The river of blood, the river that will no longer stay at sight.
poem by Marria Attar
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Feeling and Failing To Feel What Is Love
Is that love a fluid, they say it flows out of heart,
Is love a stream, they say it flow form one heart to another,
Is love a beam of light,
That when flashes, makes one blind,
Is that love glue or rasin,
That binds two heart,
Commit them to eat that apple,
Is all that love can do?
They say love is blind,
Is that blind serpent,
That showed beauty of Eden to Eve?
Is love that gas inflates or deflates
Hearts?
Is it the laughing gas or that can act anesthesia against pain
Is love a dreadful disease,
Having medicine in love alone,
No matter whether ugly or beautiful,
cruel or tyrant,
Love has no barrier,
Not national, but international,
Is not rational, is not even irrational!
Love is that having Midas touch,
Turns everything to gold,
Sometimes lovers heart too to useless solid gold,
That gold only shines and glitters,
And heart loses its rythem and beats..
God is love, God is universal,
And only one god exists,
If someone believes in Him,
Then his love becomes universal and exceptionally infinite and universal,
Otherwise both God and love remains only a personal,
full of imperfections and limitations,
God reduces to a limited one,
As that human, limits love and God
No one can say how it attacks,
Is love a clever hunter,
hunts human hearts
With ease,
Is that love cruel and blood thirsty,
Love enters one heart and takes out blood from several at once!
Pages of history are written in red,
Wherever love is misdirected,
May it be love for a person,
May it for love of nation.
May it be love for riches or power,
Love looks like that hunger,
Which eats up love and life of others!
They say God is love, but when it enters human heart,
Most of the time acts like demon!
Love is not blind, but the heart may become blind in the blaze of that light!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Stargazers
Cast upon Earth, born into matter
Given 5 senses n’ “The Breath of life”
Here, ‘til we ascend “Jacob’s ladder”
Here to savor human bliss n’ strife
We stand upon the Earth…you n’ I
Terrestrials bound by law of gravity
We gaze up in awe at an endless sky
We travelers from a dark n’ inky sea
Our hearts long for whence we came
We homesick n’ expatriate stargazers
Hopeful God above our souls’ reclaim
“It is done” cry-out cosmic-trailblazers
We only dance on Earth a short while
Rejoice!
Life on Earths a privilege, not an exile
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The Room.
There is a room. It is not here, nor there but everywhere. Well, at least I feel as if it so. It is here that I became new. In my own house, by the hands of my own. The blood I shed, was his too. Outside the door lies my innocence. I race for that door but he keeps pulling my pants-pulling them down. The loss of innocence is a sacred secret to be kept. In between of becoming an adult and my legs, I am too young for this loss. Each caress revolts my stomach and he looks at me and I know- this is where I will die. Finally I leave...but I am still lying there. There is no escape.
poem by Lorena Walker
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All Creations Are Bigot Of Astral Fluid!
Look at creations, that found temporal,
All Creation Is Begot Of
Astral-Fluid,
That fluid which is superfine, Thinner than vacuum,
Brilliant than all brilliance put together!
Stand still filling universe,
And Super wise to supervise,
That I or you are bigot of that fluid!
Let learned learn to understand,
Let him learn something,
Learning has no end,
Each word learnt is a dropp of that fluid,
I am that superfine, super wise fluid,
Never flow, but supervise the wave,
The wave of own thought and deed in that still fluid!
That story of Astral fluid written by itself,
Written on itself,
Distorted it looks with every wave!
Same thought is represented indifferent language,
Causes interference,
Some may understand and some cannot,
Most dangerous are those who understand more,
but with their own colour and distorted design!
It would be better to resign,
than spoil divine design!
How for the sure God is there,
But one when raises his self,
God will ask him 'what is your chisel,
What is the material which,
how you like to carve,
What are your desires dear,
I will write your fate as you wish! '
But more clever is that man who sees,
His ego first through which he see The GOD!
He says to God, 'Thanks dear,
Stop cheating yourself,
I know for sure I and you are one,
I have to pay for my wish,
You write my fate, but on which slate,
It is my ego on which you write,
Cause and effect will strike and writes another part,
What ever you wish to write, thou art my self that has to face the fate!
My friend sang...
Alas..! Then the learned would
learn to behave.
My writings, in certitude of forte
at mind' MINE`
are beautiful source of text, an
imponderable hymn, deliverance of a polymathic
understanding in rhythm,
imbuing inner'self to realize a
Knowledge' DIVINE` Knowledge is Being of God...
what I call 'Astral-Fluid'
Indeed what science calls it... a
fluid SUPERFINE`
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Rise after Dusk
Out of the Coffin and into my hearse
I'm hunting for your blood you can be my first
Don't try to run honey, you're as good as dead
I'm gonna dye you're milky skin a pretty shade of red
I'm gonna leave you lifeless, you're blood so priceless
and now you're mine, don't even try to fight this
Now in this darkest hour, you're blood I will devour
I love every minute of this, and I love this power
Out of the coffin and into your bed
haunting all your dreams, honey you're the undead
Walk into the night baby, this is your life
You've got the taste blood, now the make the whole world die.
poem by Justin Schock
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What Price Golgotha?
seer eyes burn with
prophetic words read
vision words sweep
forth in sleep soul fed
dream spaces echo
divine fountain head
heart surges witnesses
flowing images bled
blood of all spilled human
suffering fills vast lake red
blood cries out from ground
to God spoken testament said
murder of Christ at Golgotha each
shed droplet screams at deathbed
judge this sacrifice this moment
against each soul resurrect all dead
judgement judgement screams
all blood spilt where murder lead
all sin all crime all evil is judged
against all guilty soul’s in dread
those born again in Christ have sin
washed clean with Christ are wed
their name is written in sacred book
of life angelic marked upon forehead
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Power To Change
The power God used to save me, is the power that will change me,
The power of the Savior’s blood, and His grace He gives with love.
He is my friend and my Savior, my Sovereign God and my Creator,
And He, who saved my dark soul, can make a heart pure and whole.
The power of His awesome Grace, truly helps me as I seek His face,
To allow His Spirit to take control, as God changes this wicked soul.
The precious blood of God’s Son, has the power to change anyone,
Who comes to The Cross of Christ, to receive from God a New Life.
By Christ’s blood we were bought, so that change could be wrought,
In the body that belongs to Him, Christ who was crucified for our sin,
This body Christ called the Church; He did not leave here in the lurch,
But sent His Spirit, with His Light, to guide us safely out of the night.
The changes are the Father’s will, for this Church that Christ shall fill,
Filled with sinners from every nation, saved by The Lord’s Salvation,
Sanctified by the power of God, throughout the many lands we trod,
As a witness for those still lost, pointing them to our Savior’s Cross.
The changes shall continue in us, as in our Savior we place our trust,
To be all that we can be, through His blood, that flows from Calvary,
As His Grace gives us the power, for our needs, every day and hour,
Until that day, when by God’s Grace, we see our Savior face to face.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
Explorations: XXXIX
when this body
gets back to its
original form-
fluid dissolves in fluid
skin and bones
merge with the earth-
i may not be there
to perceive the truth...
my friend,
understand this reality
of our connect to the earth
and pass it on...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Dead Car Battery Blues
One, two, a-one, two, three, four
Well i, cant go to the park
I cant go to work
I cant do nothin
I gotta stay in my house like a jerk
How come I always lose
My car has blown a fuse
Oh yeah
I got hydraulic fluid leakin in my shoes
And the dead car battery blues
You know, cant visit my girlfriend
I cant go to school
I cant go anywhere
Gotta stay in my room like a fool
cause I got grease in my hair
My belvederes in disrepair
Oh yeah
I got hydraulic fluid leakin in my shoes
And the dead car battery blues
So i, went to see my mechanic
He said, okay, now what is wrong
I told him my car wouldnt start
He said, this shouldnt take very long
So he replaced all my plugs and my points
And he looked at my carburetor
He took out my engine and turned it around
And then seventeen hours later
He looked at my headlights and said
Son, how long have these things been on
I told him, oh, about three or four weeks
He said, buddy, I know whats wrong
But I hate to be the one to give you the news
You got the dead car battery blues
So now i, cant go to my office
Cant work on my job
I might as well lock myself up in my room
And live my life like a slob
How come I always lose
My belvedere has blown a fuse
Oh yeah
I got hydraulic fluid leakin in my shoes
And the dead car battery blues
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The Precious Purpose Of Prayer
Think not that prayers aren't heard above,
God has a heart of gold...
And He has heard the King of Love,
The day Christ's Blood ran cold...
Through Christ alone, God's mercy flows
In Christian hearts like mine...
Who sense the debt each sinner owes
To Him who is divine...
At night, before His hour came,
The Son of God bled fast,
When fears beset His mortal frame
And He stood there aghast...
He prayed beyond His fragile thoughts,
Now humbled, on His knees...
This King of Kings, this Lord of Lords,
This Christ, the Prince of Peace...
As servant of the Lord Most High,
He sought His destiny!
Was He to live, was He to die?
If death, then Calvary!
No easy death, no great escape,
No mercy from His foes...
His body whipped, bent out of shape,
Such truths God only knows...
The choice was plain, no turning back.
By faith, He went ahead...
To face a future, oh, so black,
That He was good as dead...
With firm resolve, He now stood tall,
Because He understood...
Obedient to His Father's call,
So brave, so bold, so good...
Thus Judas kissed the Son of Man
With Christ betrayed that day,
Who prophesied God had a plan
To take Man's sins away!
Thus Jesus went from place to place
For men to choose His fate...
For rogues to beat His precious face
And scoff and celebrate...
But Christ faced more than fists and whips,
As Calvary drew near...
To leave behind His Blood that drips
And mingles with each tear...
For there, the precious Saviour prayed,
Forgiveness to implore,
Of God, who watched such things dismayed
And wept for Him for sure...
Think not that prayers aren't heard above,
God has a heart of gold...
And He has heard the King of Love,
The day Christ's Blood ran cold...
Through Christ alone, God's mercy flows
In Christian hearts like mine...
Who sense the debt each sinner owes
To Him who is divine...
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2010.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Axis
I feel you around my conduit
giving warmth, in passion tightening
until the charge flows between us
like a bolt of lightning truly uniting
and you scream in ecstasy
holding onto me, with nails ripping
into my back
and I see the raw power of passion
flaming in your golden eyes
like two suns in a hydrogen reaction
and feel you tighten and shiver
filled with new energy
which makes your whole body glow
and I am in your centre axis
coupling exerting energy, giving life
and for a moment it’s a divine connection
blazing us together, making you mine.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Fresh Blood
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
He gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
And I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
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Fresh blood (Lyrics)
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
he gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris,
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
and I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
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Jacob's Ladder
If the Lord our leader be,
We may follow without fear;
East or West, by land or sea,
Home, with him, is everywhere;
When from Esau Jacob fled,
Though his pillow was a stone,
And the ground his humble bed,
Yet he was not left alone.
Kings are often waking kept,
Racked with cares on beds of state;
Never king like Jacob slept.
For he lay at heaven's gate:
Lo! he saw a ladder reared,
Reaching to the heav'nly throne;
At the top the Lord appeared,
Spake and claimed him for his own.
Fear not, Jacob, thou art mine,
And my presence with thee goes;
On thy heart my love shall shine,
And my arm subdue thy foes:
From my promise comfort take;
For my help in trouble call;
Never will I thee forsake,
'Till I have accomplished all.
Well does Jacob's ladder suit
To the gospel throne of grace;
We are at the ladder's foot,
Every hour, in every place
By affirming flesh and blood,
Jesus heav'n and earth unites;
We by faith ascend to God,
God to dwell with us delights.
They who know the Saviour's name,
Are for all events prepared
What can changes do to them,
Who have such a Guide and Guard?
Should they traverse earth around,
To the ladder still they come;
Every spot is holy ground,
God is there - and he's their home.
poem by John Newton
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Why is there Oil?
Why is there oil I asked one night,
and a startling answer came into sight.
It’s Mother’s Earth’s blood, that is what oil is,
It’s Sacred and my blood to share.
Be wise in your pumping
Man is not to do wrong with this blood,
For it’s not to be shed so humans end up dead
for here is what she seriously said:
“You are pumping the blood right out of ME,
Which makes ME very Sad,
The spilling has greatly affected
My Land
and my Ocean,
Which has caused a commontion
.
There is a better way,
Let Your
CONSCIOUS take the LEAD…
…Please take heed.'
THE END
Copyright 2010 Christina Sunrise
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