SL/RL Synthesis Note (35): All the Beauty

Once upon a time there a there was a beautiful avatar named (your name here). She (or your correct gender) was perfect in the eyes of her maker and was created at the perfect time, in the perfect place with all the tools she would need to fulfill her (second) life purpose. She would bring experience to her maker (in first life) which could not be had without her existence and she would function "as" her creator (in avatar form) in this new world to fulfill this purpose and ultimately allow them both to grow...

SL/RL Synthesis Note (31): "God is NOT Religious"

Let me start off by saying that I define God as the experience of something greater than yourself. For some it is a being or deity, for others it is energy (or the force that animates our human bodies...controls our heart rate and breath, or guides the weather and waters). Call this “experience” what you will, but we all must accept that there are aspects of our lives that are beyond our control and influence and for the purpose of this note (and understanding) I will call that “God”...

"Thirst" an original poem by Acuminous

What is it that I want from him I question over and over again I know I’m not the only one And we agreed “its just for fun” But this now is more than just play I fell for him and lost my way Forgot of what I’m truly made And watched my inhibitions fade Not knowing what I truly seek I got caught up and in too deep My heart’s desire to be his choice Although this need I could not voice...

SL/RL Synthesis Note (21): "The Stolen Life"

“Sometimes [people] try to sneak their inner life…because people are desirous of having the ESSENCE [of] the thing that reminds them of true consciousness, true love, true relationship with … spirit, and the soul… It’s that feeling… they’re after (whatever their proclivities are)… Sneaking a life because the real one is not given room enough to thrive, is hard on vitality...and the captured and starved people sneak all kinds of things... The stolen life is a half life…because it does not allow a person to function like a normal person.... it causes them to function...as though they are a furtive and captured person.” ~Clarissa Pinkola-Estes “The Red Shoes: On Torment and The Recovery of the Soul Life”...

Joining the Illuminati, on "One" Conspiracy;

In a world where 30 years of oppressive rule can be brought down in 3 weeks, using social media and the internet (see overthrow of President Hosni Mubarak, January 2011), we are realizing that there is power in having control over how information is disseminated and are thus empowered to ask questions the answers to which might have previously been tremendously difficult to find...

Friday, July 6, 2012

"Eshu's (Elegba) Release" a poem

Posted by Acuminous Watanabe on 6:23 PM


i was so tired of running
on the journey
my steps had become
like those
of a dead man walking

i’d whispered in the dark
prayers of relief
gone unanswered
and moved
like a zombie crisp
from high heather

approaching a crossroad
my shadow looming
i watched as my singular view
lost convergence

There
at the critical split
the sun’s hue
refracted against your cool glare
i blinked three times
third eye blurred
by the hazy ripples
but I saw you there.
"Elegba at The CrossRoads" by Karmella Hines  (2003)
Felt your beckon too
but resisted
don’t take too kindly to
Strangers
and you, there
at that time
in that space
sure seemed strange
to me

intoxicated by persistence
i could not resist
what appeared to be
a compass
in your hand

i was already hot
but drawn to you
Calefacient
feeling your blaze
somewhere inside I knew
…to follow you…

strapped on my wings
like Icarus
Hoping
that Bird’s Eye view
would help me to know which
path to take

i felt you lift me
and moved like air
through the blazing heat
into pure ecstasy

i ‘d never felt such
complete abandon
Uninhibited, Unrestricted
with you at my underwing
I believed…
I was free

“Higher, higher” I demanded
until at once
i realized you were not there
from a distance I could see you
through the haze,
out of my reach

panic ensued
fear consumed me
and became sadness
and sadness
became rage
you’d abandon-ed me
when I most needed you

but then I realized you were
…still watching..
and I realized I had
…come this far
Alone
…and I realized
I Could Fly

and so
i exhaled the last tear
called forth your gift
…Authentic Faith…
allowed my wings to catch the wind
pulled up
and left the crossroad behind me…

Acuminous Watanabe © 2012
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