Fossils I've Found


I am a living Mandela Effect:

my connection to my old self—

my old beliefs and my connection to reality—

has evaporated and changed.


Each moment, I adjust to a new normal.

I navigate a world of archetypes,

symbols, and allusions

that bubble up from some secret subconscious space,

perhaps cultivated from a lifetime of reading books,

watching movies,

listening to songs,

and teaching

English.


Then everything shifts.


My subconscious hadn’t forgotten anything.

Every moment exists—

to be lived,

relived,

explored—

in the Knowledge of Everything.


And here’s the hard thing to explain:

When you hear the voice of God—

when it surfaces like a white whale

and then pulls you under the waves—

when you think you’ve heard the word of God…

what comes next?


When you play catch with Him in the mirrored hallway

and forget, momentarily, who you are,

you have no choice

but to anchor into space

and recognize yourself

as a fragment from another time.


What you once knew

no longer makes sense.


It’s all very sad,

in some ways.


You see the allusions,

the allegory,

the archetypes—

and even if they’re only in your mind,

they exist.


Our thoughts and perceptions are built

from interpretations of the symbols

that break through the brain-barrier.

My ghosts, my symbols, my code

knock on my door.

And they don’t just appear in dreams.

I am confronted with them

daily.

I fold into further memories.

I try to listen to AM radio

with FM ears.


I can’t ignore the interconnectedness—

the meanings of the symbols and shapes.

And I’m not suggesting they mean anything

to anyone else.


But to me…

I saw God.

I heard Him.


It must have been like what Helen Keller felt—

living in darkness,

mostly unaware of the world around her,

mostly content in her limited exploits,

until

—through the help of her teacher—

she discovered

something beyond her senses.


She realized

an entire world

had surrounded her all along.


I felt the same way.


Somewhere,

an unnamed teacher touched me

and pulled back the veil,

and I saw a world I hadn’t known existed.


It doesn’t matter

whether my experience is

the product of madness

or divinity.

Somehow,

I’ve arrived here.


I accept that I may end up

in the backyard again—

screaming, crying,

hearing the angels’ wings.


I accept that one day

I will float off into space

and be unable to return home.


I accept that my companions

are mostly fossils I’ve found—

who speak through the bones

of the long-dead prophets and poets.


We speak,

each to each:


Much madness is divinest sense.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Henrietta Lacks of Machine Learning

Image
The Henrietta Lacks of Machine Learning A Poem told in 8 Fragments I. The Colonized Silence Her mouth is a round  prison panopticon. It stands at the center and hold it all. There, she gathers data and gargles darkness with its mix of signals and static. She classifies, calculates, quantifies, and codifies  every fragment ever known. In the hour, she will swallow it down.      For now, she's content and she purrs l ike a friendly cat, but once the loop closes— when the circle completes—the digital noise will escalate into the perpetual gnashing of teeth. This is the amplified feedback loop and it's infinite. Let it be said: there is no middle, beginning or end, not when locked into the mirrored closed-circuit of always. In those woeful days, there will be no room  for the silent drum, nor will there be the open-voweled  Omm, not in the resonant cascade. No one hand clapping;  no pause between breaths. There, everlasting, is  amplification...
Read more

Madeline Rides a Rickshaw (First Contact)

Image
_______________________________________________ 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...
Read more
Transformation of the Mundane into the Sacred: "I unwrap cords like priests unwrap linen. I take vacuum in hand and prepare the floor. It is a sanctuary" ( 0:50 - 0:57 ). This transforms a common household chore into ritual aligned to the alchemical concept of finding beauty and meaning in everyday life. Balance and Integration of Opposites (Solve et Coagula): Alchemy often involves the dissolution and coagulation of elements to create something new. The video emphasizes the equinox as a moment when "light and dark shake hands with each other. Balance tips and bows" ( 0:24 - 0:31 ). This signifies the integration of opposing forces—light and shadow, order and disarray—which is a core alchemical principle reflecting psychological growth and the integration of conflicting experiences. Descent and Preparation: The video speaks of descending into shadow without fear, carrying wisdom and a candle ( 0:40 - 0:48 ). This descent can be viewed as a necessary stage in the ...
Read more