Mystic revelations

I do not love you anymore.

I got what I wanted, and

I did not get what I wanted.

Because of the first, I despise you,

For you proved that you are a weak player,

And for the the latter - what I wanted most,

Sacred and divine, exists no more,

Like, do I not exist too.

Since all that IS - exists as Love.

And it IS no more.

It's not a big deal, gods are many.

There is always another One God.

But there is only one me,

Only one Love. Love is only one,

Although women are many,

Quantity over Quality...

Thus the loss be upon you, so they say.

And it will always be on you,

Now that you set such cause,

Entered that energy...

As to create a knock-down effect,

With a small to no chance of reversal,

In many lifetimes to come

Love will pass you by,

You will always look for Me,

The One for you - to will never find-

The reason for your existence

And mine, that came into being eons ago

As one eternal extraordinary

Quantum event...

I was in love, I suppose,

And, above all, enchanted,

Hypnotised by a pagan goddess,

The source of sweet love spirit, amrit,

The essence of Shivalinga

That resides on the end of his hard,

As an interplay of purple and green,

And any colour beyond and above and in-between.

But still, in love with an opaque deceiver,

A slicker, subtle yet gross manipulator,

Who, not knowing himself, loves power of Shakti

More, than he loves Her creation...

Seductive force - more than his fellow human,

Differentiating not between a lover and own mother,

Venerating exclusively the Cosmic Yoni,

Narcissist's mind, narrow, disguised

As tantrically expanded consciousness...

I was just being polite and enquiring,

Into the source of Egyptian mysteries,

Residing cosily in the Self,

Known to western mystics as such,

Kundalini Serpent revelations -

To wisdom of the Eastern yogis,

Enhanced power of intuition

Is what it is to a quiet aryan magi,

A demon to a devotee of Christ...

It uncoils, unveils itself

In exact proportion to the purity of heart

And intentions of mind,

Clarity of dreams, innocence of fantasies -

The totality of God derived from their sum,

And vibration of Love contained within -

Such arises from privilege of a highborn,

Sovereignty and strength of Merovingen

Ready to be felt and experienced

When all divine boxes are ticked, or

As one or another may put it,

When the lab conditions are right.

If curiosity killed the cat,

Then my life should have ended

Nine times nine of them ago.

May it have done? I will tell you later,

Exactly when it is revealed to me

Whether I am dead or still alive,

For all I know is that

She who was known as I AM, is no more.

For whom there was nothing new,

Yet who never learned, and never grew...

But isn't it what matters most?

'Be like children, and you will enter the Kingdom',

Said one wonderful Man,

Reciting parables of righteousness

That travel in cycles for eternity

Cosmically, universally,

Descending on a few elect,

Creating enlightenment effect...

The cute blue eyed girl I used to know

Is here, shadowing around,

Thinking she is still a playful little child,

But she has now lost that edge

Surrendered it, exchanged

For serpent wisdom and immortality,

And she is speaking to You,

Or, much rather,

She is speaking to Him, who is now Her,

And them, and all and everything

Inside and outside OM,

As a memory resurrected by Adi Yogi,

From the space between the worlds,

And hot summer nights of the old days,

When she was spilling her love in a stack of hay,

In the valley of yellow marigold flowers,

Or down the plains of a countryside,

During those times when she was his wife

In one, quite not so recent life,

Looking now from the other side of the mirror

Of this, yet another, greater, illusion,

Holding back tears,

Trying hard not to cry

As she says, with a sigh,

'Come with me, come over to me,

To drink the sweetest amrit,

And to leak its excess

All over the neighbourhoods,

Or the entirety of humankind'

Such was the power of his enfold,

A sip of the goddess' wine,

Touch of the Light of Consciousness,

Flavour of divine energy,

Kiss of his Goddess spirit...

'We can, perhaps, once again try to fly,

And you will not need to know

What and how and where and why,

Yet simply and blindly trust I AM THAT promise

That all will be good, and great and fine

Although this won't be the truth,

Nor will it be a lie'...wait a minute!?

She knows she is not his earthy type,

Certainly, not the best package

Of much unconventional mother-turned-wife

In the form he needs and seeks

Now, not then, a short while ago,

When things needed to proceed

And fast, when they had to meet

To heal the One Soul that had split,

While charged with roles

Of masculine form of Goddess

And feminine form of God,

To align in devotional spiritual union,

Taking the left turn, then the right,

Navigating between the paths

In the karmic programme upgrade,

Known to the world's few as Tantra.

For the purpose of Great Yogic Knowing

Gods' Ways in running the Human Race,

First hand peek behind the veil,

So that they can reach out to the righteous few

Of this corrupt worldly place

And build own sacred space,

Adjacent to the dimension of Heaven on Earth,

Extension to Shambhala, perhaps, and why not?

But they never did, they could never meet

As it was not their journey to embrace...

Because not even high astral beings,

Worshipped as pagan goddesses,

Let alone the Angels of God

Could look with consent of approval

If only in great shock, regret and disgust

On a Fallen Mother, caressing her Virgin Son,

Whose chance to live life on earth,

As an idea dreamt by sweet Goddess,

She terminated at conception,

Son, un-birthed and un-raised by her,

She could not lay on the altar

Of sacrificial Maithuna

To release lifetimes of karma,

To set the Universe free from her bonds,

Having broken vows of brahmacharya...

Pagan gods and Angels came to accord

And cut off strings, bowing down

To the Grace of our Lord,

Honouring the Will of One God

To help avoid further disgraceful fall

Of a lost human feminine soul,

That is ready to descend

Straight into the Inner Earth' Halls

Back Home, where she belongs...or not at all?

The Serpent only reveals the light for a moment,

Perhaps even stretched for a lifetime or two,

Across multiple dimensions

Between a couple of timelines, a few realities...

To only submerge in a complete darkness

That overwhelms the timeless eternity

Of illusory existence...in Full Awareness,

Ice-cold, un-differentiating

Multiverse without I AM THAT I AM

And that IS nothing but LOVE.

This is why a wise man said "Do not touch that apple,

Do not wake that serpent...

Sleep sweet and tight, live long in paradise

Of blissful ignorance,

Be the paradise...not a parasite".