Cursing Chrones

February 7, 2016

 

It is 4:13 am. Last time I looked at the clock, it was 3:50. This was when I lost my journal entry. How did I loose it? Damn if I know. It just disappeared. “Whoosh, all gone!”

I am mindful not to speak to the discomfort I experience from the Crones. Why? I’ve said it before, in previous posts. Why repeat myself?

My head aches to a slight degree. My eyes are tired yet refuse sleep.

Are these tired eyes caused by the lack of sleep? Perhaps? Well, most assuredly! Ah, the joy of being self-assured!

Am I depressed? Yes, primarily due to lack of sleep.

Can you know joy without knowing sadness?

I sit here and wonder, should I smoke some pot to secure a couple of hours of freedom from pain? Perhaps I can then get some sleep?

Its now 4:32 and I haven’t done a damn thing other than edit these words.

Its now 7:02 and I still haven’t done a damn thing. No sleep, no anything. Not even pot. Yet, my stomach feels better. But my head hurts slightly. Lack of sleep induced headache I reckon.

 

Lost in Shit

2009

 

Lost and alone, I’m drowning

Barely alive,

I drown in this:

An infinite sea of shit

 

My voice sounds off a cry of fear

But, nobody, not a one can hear.

 

What can I say?

Anything? Nothing?

I should not speak

For my Soul plays her games

Within Torture’s darkened chambers

 

Why do I stay alive, Sophia?

 

Gold sparks the scents of Death

What good am I

Inhabiting this planet of fools

Where no one can hear?

 

This cry of longing:

For what cause do these lips scream?

Perhaps because I know not

the true purpose of my heart’s beam?

 

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Descent of Jerusalem

Sophia Original by Pamela Matthews

“Revelations” has Jerusalem, meaning Place of Peace as descending to this Earth as the Bride of Christ at the end of time. Christ prior to this was a warmonger as reflected in our murder of various peoples, and indeed the planet, by human beings.  Yes, we have decimated Native American cultures, and we have destroyed the jungles as well as polluting our rivers.

These are acts of violence towards the labor of God.

The “Book of Revelations” speaks to the end of time.  What does the end of time mean?  Perhaps the end of an eon?

Is the end of time something horrible, or have we gone through the horror with several centuries of constant warfare. Think WWII and all the wars and “rumors of wars” since then.

What if I told you time never was?  Have you even contemplated that an hour can appear as a second and a second an hour?  Isn’t time simply the passing of events entering into consciousness?  Does it exist outside your mind?  What does time look like when you are in the state of deep sleep?  Doesn’t exist, now does it?

The snow melts off the top of my roof.  Each drop is an instant expressing itself as time.  Perhaps this droplet is the essence of time?  Perhaps time is the particle of the great wave of Eternity, manifest only from a concentrated point of view.

What happens if we began to foster Jerusalem from within ourselves instead of viewing Her as an external Goddess?  What would peace look like within you?  Perhaps we should no longer perceive Jerusalem as a war-sacked city in the Middle East and instead see Her as the essence of our heart and soul?  They, too, are war-sacked after all.

Let’s consider the name, Jerusalem.  Jeru, means Place with Salem meaning Peace (from the same ground as Shalom).  Jerusalem is the place of peace.  It is no war torn city. It is a place deep within your sacred heart.

Jerusalem is alive within us, awaiting for us to turn our attention inward.  She is the Bride that kindles peace in a warlike Christ.  She even brings the “Son of God” to peace.

The Bible’s “Book of Hagia Sophia” states of Sophia (Wisdom):  All Her Ways Are Peace.
Sophia is the Bride of Christ and the Bride of all of humanity.

Is Wisdom the way to peace? More than that, apparently.  Wisdom is Peace.  Is our lack of Understanding Her within ourselves the reason we are constantly at war?  Can understanding the universe and what we see as our adversaries as being grounded in Sophia-Jerusalem bring us into a new evolutionary epoch?

Perhaps peace truly is possible!

What you, the reader, says is paramount to bringing forth that peace.  Are we ready for that?  Only the reader can decide.