And this is not that place. Get connected and don’t get souled-out.
This is what the “FM” CONs are doing to disconnect us from our Sun. I took this photo last week:
Indeed. What have they done to the Sun? And what is that weird colored light-blob in the upper right?
Starting in the late 1990s, I marveled at the “new phenomenon” of rainbow-rings around the Sun and the moon. I had no clue then that this was. Now I know it is another deliberate manipulation of the connection between us and our divine planetary harmony.
In the mid-90s, I started to “wake up.” I noticed that the atmosphere took on a shimmery appearance. I called it “Silver Sky,” although I meant it derogatorily. I wrote a poem with the same title, and alchemized it into a spoken word + music piece on a full album, Psych-E-Motion. Here is a snippet from the poem:
I’m the first, and I am the last I’m your future, and your past I am Earth and all its jewels I am loose, I am the rules I can make a Silver Sky from the twinkle in your eye Your blue heart makes twilight magic to inspire midnight butterfly lovers’ fire… I can make a Silver Sky and fill your veins until you fly
I also wrote a song called “Lulla-Bye-Bye” that alchemizes the rainbow ring. Here is the second verse and chorus:
Lulla-bye-bye don’t you cry ’Cause it’s time to say good-night There’s a rainbow ‘round the moon that says your time is due No news, and no money Just a heart full of honey Can I feed you on love this week?
The gift of creativity is supposed to enact our essence as full-spectrum living breathing men and women. As a multi-discipline artist, I do what I can. So, there it is.
Somewhere over the rainbow
And another Holder-of-All-Truth-and-Insight comes forward. Peace, out.
I can explain the physical processes that yield your comments if you wish. They're a function of neuroscience and the way memories are formed and changed. With enough replaying of a partial memory generated in the amygdala it can become so real it survives the best polygraph operator.