Monday, November 22, 2010

Body Snatcher

We never say what we mean.
If only we could get a little faster, a little quicker at expressing from soul to mouth without the interference of the blink of an eye. Watching mouths move and words running like hounds over the checkered tabletop cornering the poor trembling fox.
If only we could say what we mean, but we can’t and the saying shapes us into its own meaning, its own message. Its own special code that was forged somewhere beyond the beyond in the realm of the high minded hemispheres, and our poor bodies, now hosts to its alien signature, try to comply.
So confusing, this mess, tangled sinewy. There is the original and the replica, the body snatcher that has penetrated the fortress of self, cornered the fox and is grabbing its throat with spiny teeth to shake it. Such force in numbers, in an organized structure, the new utopia of words, of hounds.
God, why the hounds? Dogs snuffling the earth and catching the scent of the wild and rushing to kill it. Such power in numbers and unity. What of foxes becoming hounds? Becoming that which is eating them alive.
The eating of the enemy. Conquest and consumption as a form of love, love the gravity that pulls bodies together, knits them together compellingly, as a form of hunger. The lust for the taste of the enemy, the other who comes from outside, afar, beyond, the unknown enemy. And once you have been devoured there is no enemy, no other, only self.
If only we could express soul to mouth. Is that relevant? The babble. The invader. Promethean fire that contorts the tongue and vocal chords and makes chaos the supreme ruler.
Loneliness. What loneliness we know when we are the only ones uninfected by the babble. We want it to enter into our sacred dwelling place. Tired of running from the hounds, we let their teeth penetrate our tender flesh, let their snouts press into our red entrails. Eat me up so that I can be one of you! Eat me up so that I can stop running. I am so tired of running…
Moving in organized lines, a diabolical orderliness takes up residence within the body, expresses itself in its motion, in its appearance and actions and spreads mouth to ear, mouth to ear. The babble, the alien screech, invades the body and corners the soul, the delicate being, the true self. Cutting it off from contact with any of its kind, the invader watches the true self starve down in a dark corner. The true self atrophies into brittle nothingness until only the invader remains, licking and scratching itself in satisfaction, expelling more spores in the form of words tumbling from moving lips to creep into young unsuspecting ears.
We never say what we mean. If only we could get a little faster, a little quicker at expressing from soul to mouth without the interference of the blink of an eye, a moment of desperate sleep in which the invader takes control and alters the content.
On the surface the thing looks the same. Within there has been a take over. A fundamental change. The fox lays slain, the hounds lap the blood and grin together in perfect unity and bay with the same mouth that once yapped for the fox. Mouths move and words rush out, hot on the scent of new prey.
We never say what we mean. Only what is necessary to get inside, to penetrate the tower and watch it fall, to taste the flesh of the unknown enemy.


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4 Comments:

Blogger crystl37 said...

Who are you????? I am overwhelmed by your writing.

"if only we could express soul to mouth"-the story of my life! My struggle with words has at times become physically manifest, causing psychic and bodily pain.

Only now am I emerging from the confines of my mind, where my soul has taken refuge from the sharp edges of third density existence. At times screaming in protest, others steadfast in intent against 'earthly' me, together we have grown and now the coast is becoming clear for us to come out together!

Oh I just read this again and what a wonderful tingle of resonance I am experiencing!!! On my first reading I did not penetrate the meaning behind the words completely.

I was struck by the piece immediately because of the resonance with my own lifelong experience of soul, and as well by the harmony between your description of a body snatcher, an outside influence, and the demons described to me just this week in a spiritual teaching I received.

Consecutive readings have enabled to me discover the layers of meaning. This is very exciting to me!

You describe our genetic code, altered by dimensional beings, at first enslaving our collective spirits, then veiling us from the knowledge of our eternal light bodies, exposing in the garden of eden the substitution of love with desire and lust, pawns in a extraterrestrial power struggle, collateral damage in the eternal battle between darkness and light.

The invader you identify as the fire stolen from Zuess in myth, in actuality the crossing of the genetic material of native earthlings with that of their galactic "Gods"-rogue inbred explorers of Alpha Draconian origin, originally on a mission to tap earth for it's rich gold reserves with which they could attempt to recreate the "dragon fire" which their cultures had failed to respect.

The diabolical lines of order represent to me the concept from the Emerald Tablets of Thoth of angular nature of this illusion in which we now 'live'.

I write things like this, and I have often wondered if one single person that ever read it really got what I was talking about, I am pretty sure not. I have even entertained the idea of annotating a couple pieces which are particularly rich in specific reference.


http://crystl37.blogspot.com/2010/09/angles-inpired-by-emerald-tablets-of.html

http://crystl37.blogspot.com/2010/08/hold-on-plan-was-devised-in-bodies-of_31.html

I would be honored if you would read the two pieces linked above, they are very special to me and I think you will enjoy them.

in love and light
crystl37

9:28 PM  
Blogger crystl37 said...

Who are you????? I am overwhelmed by your writing.

"if only we could express soul to mouth"-the story of my life! My struggle with words has at times become physically manifest, causing psychic and bodily pain.

Only now am I emerging from the confines of my mind, where my soul has taken refuge from the sharp edges of third density existence. At times screaming in protest, others steadfast in intent against 'earthly' me, together we have grown and now the coast is becoming clear for us to come out together!

Oh I just read this again and what a wonderful tingle of resonance I am experiencing!!! On my first reading I did not penetrate the meaning behind the words completely.

I was struck by the piece immediately because of the resonance with my own lifelong experience of soul, and as well by the harmony between your description of a body snatcher, an outside influence, and the demons described to me just this week in a spiritual teaching I received.

Consecutive readings have enabled to me discover the layers of meaning. This is very exciting to me!

9:29 PM  
Blogger crystl37 said...

..continued..
You describe our genetic code, altered by dimensional beings, at first enslaving our collective spirits, then veiling us from the knowledge of our eternal light bodies, exposing in the garden of eden the substitution of love with desire and lust, pawns in a extraterrestrial power struggle, collateral damage in the eternal battle between darkness and light.

The invader you identify as the fire stolen from Zuess in myth, in actuality the crossing of the genetic material of native earthlings with that of their galactic "Gods"-rogue inbred explorers of Alpha Draconian origin, originally on a mission to tap earth for it's rich gold reserves with which they could attempt to recreate the "dragon fire" which their cultures had failed to respect.

The diabolical lines of order represent to me the concept from the Emerald Tablets of Thoth of angular nature of this illusion in which we now 'live'.

I write things like this, and I have often wondered if one single person that ever read it really got what I was talking about, I am pretty sure not. I have even entertained the idea of annotating a couple pieces which are particularly rich in specific reference.


http://crystl37.blogspot.com/2010/09/angles-inpired-by-emerald-tablets-of.html

http://crystl37.blogspot.com/2010/08/hold-on-plan-was-devised-in-bodies-of_31.html

I would be honored if you would read the two pieces linked above, they are very special to me and I think you will enjoy them.

in love and light
crystl37

9:30 PM  
Blogger Radio Free said...

Crystl,
I am tearing up! I have had the same feeling posting, you are the first person to respond in this way, with this intensity. There is life in the labyrinth after all!
I will read your blog enteries. Thank you for sharing!

10:32 AM  

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