Traveling the Backward Path

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This is a place of  Distinguished smells.   My nose pulls them out As threads from an blanket. It's a quantum thing. Oh God. The  wonderful scent Of 'sometime' cologne. It moves through a crowd And pricks my desire. I smell    laundry detergent and Fresh cut grass, too. And  flowers! The flowers are here, immeasurable. The Pig People can't smell them. That's how you know them. As for me? I smell sun-baked dirt rising up from your path, And it's a glorious thing Here among the darling ghosts   One day, all of this will be enough . And we will realize, oh dear  Minotaur , you became me And I became you. We play our game of  Peek-a-Boo in the garden As we’ll always do Until it’s through. _______ Nootropic receptor sites modafonil psychosis sacred geometry binary physics archetype spiritual emergence Zeno's paradox monkeys infinite two bees April 18-3 2015 The Red Council Mystical alchemical enhanced vision 3.14 spiritual knowledge divine ...

Encoded Transmission: D.05 – Mirrored Layer 4 – Moment Frequency: 33.113                                                                                      echo             I am  here  now... a ghostly  surveyor-scout performing duties for the  sovereign King .                                                  I survey  time , as  topographic memory .                                            ...

_______________________________________________ First Contact Madeline rides a rickshaw  Over the desert sand, And from her place in the past tense, She glides through the coming twilight  Lined in ombré dusk .   Here, she is the X value  Charted through the sandy path. Her movement is plotted on a graph And connects the Great tomb  With the distant vineyard beyond the horizon. Somewhere high above her, Above the purple heat and the flowing sand, At 62.137 miles, An X Y axis forms  a- Cross The threshold firmament. It perfectly frames the Mediator Who stands underneath the waters above. (T)here He pauses between breaths and purifies metals with Fire. At his feet In the waters below, A golden fish Divides the estuary As Elijah calls to John And John calls to her But Madeline is distracted,  As she “rode a ‘rick,’ Looking back to the city on the plain  Where she once lived. It was a frozen salty image Situated between the last night of harvest...