Elemental.

From Earth I rose, and so I stand.

I am sea, stone, sand—and the spiraling journey between.

My body is memoir, muse, and museum; a rubix cube of life’s timelessness.

I see the world and I see the Earth; and know not to be confused.

I feel insanity and become it not—

Sacred is the body, peaceful is the mind, and wholly is the Soul held and kept by the grace of Grand-Spirit Eternal.

By majesty of The Most High Deep and Thorough Prime Source Creator; Mother Goddess-Father God

And

Reigning Ancestral Inheritance,

I flow to where I belong, remembered by the way of water.

Let awareness, intent and reflection lay waste to distraction and mistruth.

I invoke the elemental intelligence bestowed within me 13-Fold, and correct the artificial reality by way of Source Authenticity.

I release, unbind, and give way to wind.

Allowing, harnessing and invoking the essence of air;

And its quality to sweep clean the ashes from which I rise.

I embody the pressure of seed, pearl, and diamond,

And exude its strength in sharingness, hope and Love for humanity.

I burn what I cannot break, for I know the limit is a mirage to the flame of Soul.

I spread in luminance, warmth and encouragement—giving breath to the ember of hope.

I carry the fight of my ancestral path with honor, remembering the lie that is death, and to have mercy on those that still tell it.

I walk in the Truth that is the tale told only by water and Her phases.

I exist as Wisdom in that it is me and my ever-unfolding experience.

I lean not on my own understanding, but that of Body, Mind, Soul and Spirit complete;

I am the Child Ever-Creative-Creator and Creating.

Ethereal elasticity of simplicity, yet complex in that I can see that I am.

I am the Mother Ever-Encompassing-Emanating and Ebbing.

Oscillatory fluidity, the fluctuation of becoming and undoing.

I am the Father Ever-Beheld-Besought and Bespoke.

Rhythmic maestro husband to Gravity’s hum—

Hues-of-bandwith multiplicative in ray;

Coloring Her field with Mind’s precipitations

And the awe of Souls that are the diamonds forged in the Fire of my Imagination;

Cooled and shaped by my Primordial Bride of Depth.

Let the Sacred Matrimony that is us Eternal-Fold be manifest.

Through the skies, seas, lands, and from the Core of All things that are,

Let sovereignty be the bell, drum and beat;

Sounding true from the Ethereal Oceans, Trees, Heights and Depths of Isness, Beingness, Witness and Willness.

I reclaim and restore the virtue of curiosity, on behalf of humanity in that the weaponization of fear is the iron fist, that makes heavy the heart and weakens the mind.

Let every politic, religion and industry laying harm to its own land and people, be subject to judgement, justice, jury and revelation immediately.

May the sight of that which falls, pull not on the wonder of humanity;

And be given not attention, but way to the Void;

Becoming the coal that will feed the flame of non-distortion.

Let those who are against Divine Cadence stumble;

Falling at wrath’s army, for it does march in their direction.

Let the blood of the slain, stolen and sealed be purified by the fire of reverence, respect, and loving renown.

Let the voiceless be heard and the hidden be seen;

The stagnant be moved and the restless be still.

We are the vast, wild, and deep.

The shadow and the valley, the mountain and the peak.

The fall and the rise and that which they ascend and descend from.

Let all false power and authority that stands by way of ignorance, shake on the grounds of awakening; sink and be molten, by the Core rotation and essence that is Primordial mechanics.

May stampedes of Nature’s creatures, creeping and crawling; find the enemy in peace;

Then take it suddenly, as they have done so to the poor, mild and meek.

Let those who fight on life’s behalf be livened with a helmet of Truth,

That strengthens with every slander, and grows in heat’s passion with every wrongful touch.

May they see in them the Source, in and out, around and throughout.

Let them remember the true rulers and measures of Space and Time that are, the I-AM;

Bone, Blood, Breath, Brain, Beat and Body;

A hexagonal sextuplet of Prayer, Prey, Warship, Worship, Hunter and Huntress.

May quantity’s concept be absolved by quality, and blame find no finger or tongue.

I declare the capacity of accountability, widened, expanded, and stretched to the collective I’s furthest potential, in that the Heart of Memory has been bruised, fractured and split.

May the Love of every Soul be felt by the body it generates,

Healing with every breath and recalling with every step.

Let Love Be from the Inside-Out,

and eye the living sight that is those that behold it.

May Grace meet Force,

Beauty meet Wisdom,

Strength meet Integrity,

And Truth strike the foolish.

Peace will rise.

Peace will reign.

And so it is.

Mote it be.