Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Glass-Winged Butterflies.
Denise Adaya Marcel
We surrendered our power
in the beginning
of the persecution of the Goddess-
six thousand or so years ago-
because we were afraid for our lives,
but that has evolved into surrendering
because we were afraid
to lose a way of life
that no longer serves us......
it actually turns our bones to dust,
thus we have become slaves to fear
and creature comforts
and there will be nothing left to prove that we ever lived-
save a minuscule pile of dust. 
We surrendered our love of the Goddess
and as a result
began to devalue and fear each other,
hurt one another; and betray the Mother.
No longer do we protect
our siblings, our twins from the abyss.
No longer do we come bravely when they call out in distress.
When we abandon the Goddess
and forgo niceness;
how we slice and dice our sisters
as if it were their fault
we surrendered to diffidence.
But consider,
reconsider:
 Love is the only spark
that can rekindle our flame;
their wounding of us, their wounding by us..... 
 Sisters cut the deepest,
....but
Forgiveness is the grace
and the face
of the Goddess.
We surrendered our love for the Goddess
and forgot that She is the only one
who can stoke the healing fire
of gratitude and stroke it until
we are all alight ...
....all of us....
and standing tall
in our powerful centers....
empathetic Illuminati all;
genetically sympathetic to the sum of all fears.
She would never run away,
She would never say,
"Not today."  
We surrendered our Love of the Goddess
when we assumed that we were glass-winged butterflies,
but ha ha ha................
I am calling you on this:
we are not as weak or fragile as we pretend to be.
Women...Goddess...Sister we
 are the ethereal,
matrilineal oracles
who make fire possible.
we healers are solar wind,
we elders are
the perfect storm
that engenders
the ability to begin again....
..and....and .....so it is.
Tantamount is our ability to face resurrection.
We shun the Goddess in Her hour of need,
we tell Her She is not worthy of our discomfort,
but listen....
We are pillars of fire;
luscious beacons of desire,
lo, we soften to embers  
In our weakened state of "pissed-on" funeral pyre.
But be aware, it is time soon to gather compassion around us like firebrand and show we are the epitome of epiphany.
Surrender to the Goddess
and...
...holy Mother of God....
Prepare for a monsoon
of loving, grateful forgiveness.
Ready yourself for Love's rising Moon,
but it is not a man's face you will see smiling back at you.
.
Steady and swift,
come back to eternal bliss
as you recognize that Goddess means fearlessness
and forever
and power.....
Unquestioning safety net.
A Goddess without the inner strength to endure 
 cannot count herself a place of refuge.
Dearest Sisters, we are the keepers of the flame.
We are the insurers of safety,
Our united knowledge is the destroyer of all shame.
Trust me........
The Religion of the Goddess is Empathy.

The Thought.
Denise Adaya Marcel.
 Thoughts create the next step.
Each footfall follows a cerebration
and the power of that thought is no mere concept.
Intracellular substance made from the perpetual gossamer
that spiraled outward at the birth of Intellection
delineates us from the fungus of indecision..
Your choice, your belief: life is your creation or your crypt.

To live entombed within a Universe without a script,
in a one dimensional semi-nemesis the size of a shoe-box,
or to exist exquisitely within the Matrix of this Infiniverse
is a choice we have had since we emerged
from betwix the folds
of the Macro-cosmic embryonic membrane;
between forward and reverse,
between primordial soup and material world
is born first your thought to come forth.

In the beginning was the word
and the word is a sound,
an outward expression of the Supernal Mind....
and a sound is a vibration
and vibration is movement
and movement leads to revelation.

A thought is faster than the speed of light.
A thought can bring a civilization to its knees.
A thought can heal a deadly disease.
One thought can create a quadrillion infinities.
One thought can create the very ground
at the precise moment your DNA-laced legs walk upon it.

The Pineal Gland....shaped like a pine cone,
but built as an auditory organ,
a harmonium for the Cosmic Continuum,
resides in the center of our brain.
A microcosmic crystalline ocean....
our marrow is fluent in the rhythm of the Infiniverse.
It can basically only hear upwards
towards the Center of The Source.

Thought and inner life are connected by pure devotion
as a circle of continuous electrical motion,
notions generating our horizon of events.......
EVIL is the reverse side of LIVE!
EVILLIVE....like a mirror of alternatives.
Evil manifests by being trapped in dark thoughts
of hopelessness or unreflective motley
deeds done in the name of "natural selection".
Live explains our reason for being.

What is the meaning of life?
We came here for the human experience,
so the meaning of life is to live.

I understand one thing:
this is a new age we are entering.
The Senescence of Aquarius and Awareness.
2012 and onward may be when we delve into the majestic
expression of our god-head soul,
our angelic sojourner's truth.
Shall we then reclaim our better natures
and become what we were created for...
to be the earthly expression of the Pure Love
that manifested us originally.

Non-judgment, only thoughts of encouragement.
Apocalypse literally means "to reveal".
The Age Of Aquarius is about connection,
not segregation, as unscrupulous zealots would have us accept;
it is cohesion not separation,
it is virtually visual perception beyond the veil.
2012 was the signal of oneness with the Mind of the All
which gave so much grace and thought to our beingness.

It is about becoming one
with all who are one
with the Mind of the All.
All conceived in the Mind of the All,
the animals, the birds, the elements......
even those of us who seem inert, indifferent, or inept
are interlaced and graced by association.

Our thoughts create the separation,
no Creator ever could, or would
indiscriminately condemn its creations.

Our fear creates brutality, war, greed, hatred....
but love and hate are not two different phenomenon,
they are of the same energy, yet diametric by degree.
We are a potpourri of thinking ether, sentient stardust,
thoughtful DNA and cognizant H2O,
a simple choice could set us free.

We can perform acts of unity and the world will follow.
We can teach love and the world will learn.
We can speak for peace and the world will listen.
We called our self forth into the light
at this time for these very reasons.

Friday, November 12, 2010

 

Eternity's Hallowed Womb.
Adaya Marcel.
 
 
Now, tonight,
 everything
falls back into the Mother,
gestating and gesticulating
within Eterny's hallowed womb...
an arbitrated tomb of reattached love.
 
Imploding only to explode next spring,
we live by virtue of the suffering, 
inverting perpetuity of death;
truth is our hooded and preditory
friend of reality.
 
Time folds pain into beauty....
beauty transubstantiates ugly
into necessary for the
good of the bounteous  
primordial soup.
 
The mother gives and receives
abundance as our bodies rest
fertile forever,
foetid eternity feeds the All.
 
Birth..afterbirth..rebirth..and so forth;
tucked within this bosom of Gaia
thus the stillborn becomes part
of the compost, part of the fire.
Mother feeds us all.
Mother....absorb us all.
 
Rivers of blood raged;
enough to overflow
the banks of the Amazon
and still, a moonlight serenade
felled every stalwart warrior;
reckoning the invincible heroes 
brave enough
to traverse the Milky Way
via Earth/Mother/Savior;
transmuting their crimson glory. 
Still and all,
they gleefully died thinking,
"I did everything
could to serve you and Infinity." 
I know I would too,
if you even dared to ask this of me.
 
Those unconvincingly
perpendicular to the miracle
of this dark half of the year;
ha...welcome to
your Mother's waterfall of tears.
In the dark silence, embers warm
and murmurs discern our ancient dust
in a continuum of silky-smooth seasons...
..I give grateful salutations
to our Mother's Harvest.
All hail Sanhaim....
All hallow this sanctified eve.

Precious One, Adaya Marcel

Precious One.
Adaya Marcel.

Darling, we are Immaculately precious,
Created by the Creatress
through sensuous  alchemy;
whimsically fulfilling Her Sentient Destiny.

Wilted by the distant crescent moon
we crept through our history,
now are quickened by  necessity....
THE ALL calls to our all.
What an honor to be so loved.

Past treatment,
likened incessantly
to pissed-in snow,
shall be released by the sun
into a watershed of understanding,
a cascading torrent of romanticism
that will turn our wounds pristine-
opaque turned crystalline.

Healing stories to tell,
even so, outward from hell
to where we will
obtain salvation in opalescent
karmic prismatic sensation.
Conscious Transformation.

Precious Jewel,
as the rivers swell in our eyes,
least we dwell in wretchedness....
witness me witnessing you,
Beautiful Goddess Sister 
Most Gallant and handsome Brother;
I am your sanctuary.
Together we will recover our purity.

I see you,
I know you,
I feel you,
I am you.
I love you.






Brick Morgan, VDE, Kelly Schwarz.



Children Of The Goddess.
Adaya Marcel.

We are each in search of
wholeness, braveness and healing;
we take classes, read books,
but what do we do
with all this knowing?
Do we lock it away in a dusty
console of inconsolability?
Are we fearless heroes,
or do we still turn a deaf ear
to those who beseech
and cry out for mercy?

In the process of our self-discovery,
do we recover our true selves
by remembering sacred intimacy....
that reunion of the eternal heart
with Loving Infinity?
Do we become the warrior for
all of creation's inherited right
to exist with dignity?

 If we could free
from bondage
our authentic self;
disavow injustice
and come to bliss...
could we,
in good conscious, choose this?
We are no less than
unification..deification
and beautification.
The gift of possibilities
intrinsic to Trinity,
and the fact of our being
is a miracle, you see.

It is in the process of our perfection-
the path we walk, the things we believe-
we learn of the holy Three,
we learn that in three, there is unity.
(The Mother, The Daughter and the Holy Spirit)
Maybe Enlightenment comes
from the Three Sisters of Freedom:
Fearlessness,
Awareness,
and Grace.

Embracing our trine-self
becomes intrinsic to
altruistic primal truth.
To eradicate the futility,
the senseless deaths
of our - or our sister's - children,
we must become ruthless
towards imperialistic mentality and face the reality of duty.

We were created to accomplish
this amazing legacy
of reversing the madness
due to psychotic immunity.
Our silence is complicity.
Sekhmet is Nolava is Artimis,
all three facets construct life's epitome
of some splendid Creatress' Dignity.
We create, and we also anoint...
we can never allow destruction.

Women, by virtue of their virtue
must take their place and end hate.
To awaken all three qualities
together would be
the gift of the ages,
the reason for the Sages,
and will mend all our broken,
bleeding hearts.
It is a token of sanctified sacrifice
and will allow us
to reclaim our sanity.
All three Orphic tendencies
live within you and me.

Shall it be said of us that we are afraid;
thus slightly
deformed into lethargy?
If we stood in our power place -
as the manifestation of Holy Empathy -
we have the combined strength
to stop war;
to illuminate, thus eliminate
self-entitled barbarity?

Mothers of
6 billion commiserations
once held evil intentions
under their golden slippers
when they ruled our hearts.
Women are the soul of the world....
We can cure insanity
by putting our foot
on the throat of complacency.
..
My journey leads me
to completely believe
in the power of ownership.....
the rightness in evoluted inner-worldliness,
open eye-ness
and bespeaking with awareness.
That is how I became conscious
of this exquisite mystical mystery
of gratitude and the obligation
to cry out for the mortified
and humiliated masses.
..
Goddess of fierceness,
slew the psychic vampires
and ate the hearts out
of the apathetic masses,
thus became mired in their blood.
Apathy and arrogance
were her promiscuous feast.

She was finally subdued
by a red ocher and barley brew;
thus metamorphosed into
the Goddess of Life.
Sister of strife,
hence Creatress
of celebration;
body and mind....music and wine
and sensual delights.

Rejoice in the complexities
and creative mastery
delivered into our bare hands;
enchanted truth
gratefully receives
this miracle of probabilities;
which can be
hindered only by our choices...
murdered by our own careless swords
and thoughtless words of fear.

When fully
intoxicated on life,
and mnemonic truth;
unconditionally compassionate
we shall become.
Born from the life and death
of our mortal sister's last breathings;
Immortal humane mercy
transcends indifference,
it is our only reality..
Unity,
Holy Trinity:
this is our exclusive
place of safety
in a terrified world...
cohesion is all-inclusive....
evolution is based on empathy.
fierceness
and celebration
and compassion....
the trinity.

We are the emotional soul of humanity.
We are the mothers of the entire world.
We have the duty to save it,
because we birthed it all;
every single human being
came from our bodies.
We own it.

No more syllabus,
it is time for action.
Our children need us
with full on power; as tacticians of Love
our intentions committed to altruism.
Our children need us sentient
and ready to do battle
against dragons spewing agony.
  Cowardice is not our inheritance
as the manifestation of the Goddess.




My Prayer.
Adaya Marcel.

Pyrotechnic understanding
came to me as I sat in the circle of light,
exploding brilliance emanating from
the end of night
as truth came over the horizon.
Shorn of all fear of the morn,
Bridie's unicorn was born
and a crescendo of addendum
came bursting forth:

Let me refresh my authentic self.
Let me join the Ancient Goddess
of the kindly fire in celebration;
in dedication to a life lived clean.
Clean means unprejudiced
unconditional love, compassion, gratitude.
From this trinity comes oneness.

Bridie the Quickener,
Nolava the Maiden,
Thetis, the Phoenix,
bring your serpent
and your unicorn
and upon these Angels
weave the matrix of
Creation's Unified Field of Awareness.

Let me know that all life is about connection.
Let me show the nurturing side of my better nature;
lead me with your Rod of Lightening
as I move from inner child
to Willow Woman.

Harmonic cohesion
resting in slumber beneath
the Omphalos Stone,
-Om is feminine and Phalos is male,
you can't separate one entity
which happens to have two sides-
inspires me to see, to lead, to heal
as I snake and weave
through death and life.
Opening my eyes in the light of
Swan Maiden, this Crone shall
give birth to perpetuity.

Bridie,
If I was the victim,
let me become the champion.
If I was lost,
let me be a bright light to show the way,
if I was thrown away,
let me hold tight to compassion
and spread unconditional love liberally.
If I caused pain,
let me be a soothing balm
dignifying the wounds caused by my insecurity.
I didn't know then that I was a Starlight Being.

Neonate Of Eternity, Adaya Marcel.



Neonate of Eternity.
(Bridie's Song)
Adaya Marcel.

Did you know
that Ohm is the word,
or rather The Vibration,
and some describe that
as our commencement.
Hence..."In the beginning was the Word.
Om.

But this Utterance is so vast,
that it encompasses The All
and means that the Mother
has always been in labor,
never NOT birthing.
The so called beginning and end
are where the circle is fused to infinity;
the umbilical cord of reverent irreverence
and total relevance.
Om.

Ohm creates everything:
happenstance,
nothingness,
life...us.
Ohm is the All.
Ohm is Being ness.
Ohm is Always ness
Ohm is a perpetual motion machine
that has always been roiling
in gesticulating gestation.
Om.

No big bang, or someone's big idea,
like ripples from a rock thrown
in an ocean of humanity
from some heaven somewhere.
Ohm is the stone,
the ocean, the arm throwing,
the air, the planet,
the atmosphere,
the cosmos, the universe,
Ohm is Entireness
Endlessly refreshed.
Om.

The Temple Sluts Of Osiris

Trailer for "Direct To Your Door", by Eddie Deirmenjian, The Group Collectively

Movie trailer for our movie, You People, by Kelly Schwarze, Vision Dynamics Entertainment.

Music video, In The Nice, Scarlet Symphony, by Ryen McPherson

Nathan Lund: and Intimate Portrait, by Ryen McPherson

Thursday, November 11, 2010



The Gifts That We Are.
Adaya Marcel.

 If the Universe is Mental,
Then the Thought must be
 the reckoning force...
 the most powerful weapon
or the source
of our highest manifestation.
 If you think it...
 prepare for being-ness.

(Zero Point energy,
which fills the vacuum
between fear and joy,
 leaves nothing empty,
nothing is ever alone
and there is no one thing
needing atonement...
The Macrocosm is already "at-one-ment".
Zero point is our event horizon...
where thought and consequence meet.)

If the Universe is about Communication...
 as above, so below...
 then we can perhaps know
 how far our thoughts and words go.
 How precious their implications;
how deadly their desecrations
when the heart is not involved.

(There is a space
where water meets air,
with Oceanic flair...
 a thin blue line
where fifty percent
water and fifty percent ether
co-exist in unadulterated sacred connexion.

Zero Point is where matter
presses against anti matter
 resting against what really matters.
Zero Point Energy inter-communes
with every expression
of the known and unknown.) 

If the Universe is Vibration
then how we oscillate
must completely resonate
to the timbre of infinity.
What we mentally create
designates our dark nights of misery...
or our moments of Divinity.

(Zero Point moves more rapidly 
that the speed of thought.
Zero Point is omniscent twilight
librating between day and night;
reality's simulcast
in reverberant indigo perpetuity.
Energy begets infinity...
permission anoints eternity.)
 
If the Universe is Polarity,
then love and hate are the same thing,
just different in degree;
exponential variations
based on density of what ought to be.
A sliding scale creates
rationality instead of duality.
Love can become hate,
Hate can metamorphosed into Love,
it's Zero Point that is the boundary.

If the Universe is Rhythm,
then balance and harmony 
are aspirational hymns. 
Conscious destiny
coupled with joy and dancing...
inhalation..exaltation.
Surrender but not capitulation.
Soul rejuvenation
through emancipatory revelry.

If the Universe is Cause and Effect,
 efficiently target
this transmogrification;
this retrograde consciousness
foisted upon humanity,
through unification and ether or sweat.
If you call it out, you call it in.
thus self-inflicted ignorance is a sin
because it's first victim is Empathy.

If the Universe is Gender, 
then life is equality
on a celestial level, tender for tender. 
Without yin there is no yang.
If women or men are deformed 
by invisibility or brutality, 
no child is truly informed 
or transformed by the splendor
of our miraculously Divine reality.

Zero Point theory
 predicts that at each degree
 of evolution you indeed
 must give up something,
even if it is everything
                                                                  you have ever known.

Food For The Brain: The God Loop.  All things have always been, we just rename them, reclaim them and the spiral continues through each new generation.  The message is the same, only the players change.

Her Royal Highness Adaya Marcel on FOX 5 in the AM

Am I Really Flesh And Bone?



Am I Really Flesh and Bone?
Denise Adaya Marcel.

I am a goddess,
so the falling leaf
and a wind that blew it free;
a new spring bud
also the beam of light that gave it life.
I am a soldier who spared no one grief.

I am the skanky crud embedded
beneath a Raven's toe-nails.
I am the moisture within a cloud
and the thirsty earth
ready to receive the watery shroud
lying in wait below.

I am a gazing ball...made of glass;
purple, with the reflection of a bird of paradise.
I am the outer edge of an inner rose petal
and the white crab-like spider resting,
dreaming patiently of its dinner within it.

I am a microbe scratching out an existence
amongst the other microzoo who reside in the soil.
I am the unicellular Archaea,
Bacteria and Eukarya in the very air I breath.

I am the sticky luster on the cottonwood leaves
expressed as sweet essence on a summer breeze.
I am the squeak in a chipmunk sneeze
that breaks the silent moment of reverence.
I might even be somewhere in that magazine
lying on that blue plastic lawn chair
out there under the Elderberry tree.

Once I was a smile on the full moon's face
the day my soul joined this spiral in progress.
Birth unfolds like a thousand petaled lotus,
every second, millisecond, nanosecond
continually blooming, eternally.
Immortal beings that we are,
are never NOT being born.

Even as we “die”, do not mourn,
we are actually being reborn
into our next stage of evolution.....
from beam of thought
to light bearer...to light being
....ever the vibrational surfer of continual birth,
ever the aeonian thought in the mind of the ALL.

We are not merely these meat vehicles
which carry us to and fro
.60 chemical elements,
6.7 x 10-27 atoms,
with 0.000014
percent of our mass
being pure gold.
No, this is not what we are,
this is what we wear.

Now consider we are porous chunks of miracles,
shaped like a human being, or a flower,
and we emanate 68 MHz of vibration
and radiate rhythmic light called our aura
which extends outward from our bodies
like a radio station, we send and receive.
How far we extend is anyone's guess.

Doesn't that mean an action
of natural forces occurs
when I come near you
or you come near me?
Isn't there a caress
even in thought,while our auras intertwine,
truth co-mingling,
as our vibrations create new realities.

There is no actual separational wall
between the literal “me”
and the liberated oneness of “we”,
except in our singular meat-mind.

One of the things we humans crave above all
to experience is the incredible essence
of physical cohesion in ourselves
through the sexual expression
which brings two bodies
to a sacred shared space,
a place of oneness,
unity to such a holy degree
that our cries at orgasm, climax...
the point where nothing else exists except the union....
we cry out, involuntarily
OHGOD!”,
or “OHFUCK!”,
which at that exquisite moment
means exactly the same thing.

Perhaps our yearning
for this “God”...maybe all “gods” ….
is a primeval, supernal recognition
of the original co-mingling we originated from,
and the yearning for a return
to the complete unity and oneness
that we all share...a oneness that has always existed...
even when we become completely self-blinded to it.

Now, look at the larger picture of the Infiniverse
and consider the stardust
that continually falls to the earth,
onto us, into us, passing through us,
passing through the earth Herself
and moving on to the domain of Forevermore.

Zero point energy, tachyon energy,
quantum Fibonacci codes marching through infinity.
If something brought forth life,
that “something” came from somewhere,
and if that is the case
then every cause has a cause,
which has a 'because'...forever;
throughout time which has no beginning.

The electromagnetic prismatic pulse of the ALL
flows on in a never-ending, never-beginning story.
The heartbeat of all vibrational energy
pours its rhythmic thought
through these porous flesh vehicles
our souls call home.

Am I really flesh and bone
or am I an universe, living within a multiverse
existing within the eternal mind of the All...
sometimes lovingly called, “The Infiniverse”.




When Sphinx Dream. Adaya Marcel.


When Sphinx Day Dream.
Adaya Marcel.

Once I thought that teachers teach, 
and friends are here to lovingly preach.
It is one thing to sing 
a well rehearsed song to your back-up choir,
but an altogether different beast
to hold a decent space for those in need,
those who have a desire to learn.

I thought long and hard, inside my heart
to find what the Goddess means to many
and what I discovered was a distorted reflection
of the hungry parts of infancy.
I was shocked to see that.... 
I was devastated to be sure.
No one is damaged goods.
No one can push your buttons, 
unless you offer up your ego
as your calling card.
If you merely change your frequency
you own the day, you shift destiny;
and this is magic created when Sphinx day dream.

Sand and time; convolution of evolution,
vortex and vertex of perplexing absolution.
Sand used to be a mountain and time never began.
This is the complexity of man:
your Akashic record begins
with the love held out in your hand.

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