Remember My Light Body. Adaya Marcel.

Remember My Light Body.

Adaya Marcel.

 Consciousness:

formlessness,

timelessness...everythingness;

every single nothingness.
Without the thought, who can dance?

We are the locution of a Cerebration. 
A Universal Sentiment brought us into existence,
it is our thoughts which keep us here.

Correspondence:

Empathetic implications
change everything,

compassion equals integration.

We are Logos 
metamorphosed
into a manifestation
of walking beauty...
grace unfolds from Grace.

Vibration:

exhalation and absolution...

revelation of our small "d" divinity.

An oscillation of positivity...or negativity,
the choice is always ours;
exaltation or ego?
My mind determines my destiny.
Victims of our masters, 
or masters of our call to duty?
.

Polarity:

arcdegree of the inverse,
a completely co-mutual co-opposition.
Love and hate are fraternal twins
in opposite dimensions
of the spectrum of emotion; 
reverberating light...or immense density.
Diametrical terminus of the indeterminate.

Rhythm:
regular recurrence
drumming out the heart beat of time.
It is movement that stimulates 
stagnate mediocracy
by frothing up a frenzy of "yes".
Yes speeds everything up,
avowal is optimistic manifest destiny
that allows for the dance 
you came here to recreate.

Cause and Effect:
opinion...consequence;
ad nauseam, ad infinitum, ad hoc.

Gender:
splendor in the grass,
the propagation of the next
generation of cause and effect;
using rhythm via polarity, 
attracted by vibration
corresponding our feelings into action,
born from our consciousness.

Voila' this must be heterodoxy
...heresy, how dare I describe
the miracle of life this way?

If we are to believe what we are told

then surely we are doomed to live

within a state of sightlessness....
our saddest, densest state of beingness.

We are not metastasized exiles
in our own experience, 
created for derision
indoctrinated into division...
 nor born from sin or snips and snails 
and puppy-dog tails...
but surely we are vibrant event horizons
born from unimaginably Devoted Passion.

"Why choose mindlessness

only to be irresponsible with bliss?"
I wonder aloud, then talk in my head 
..."instead I should reinvent

the winged epiphany called freedom
by remembering my light body.
Who forgot to teach me of this?"

I woke up this second...

bloody essence...serious factor of fear, 
I flashed from light into this human infant form.... 

 two seconds from now

I will wake up again

and there will be no more bleeding,
but my heart will have aged and
I will weep for the memory
of my chemiluminescence.

I'm Just saying. Adaya Marcel.

I'm Just Saying...I Love You!

Adaya Marcel.

There are many heads to the one beast

who feasts off all our suffering.

The beast is apathy.

The beast is a comfort zone that anesthetizes you

and gives you permission to not care

and blackens a heart made for radiance.

Apathy allows tragedy's cadence

to blast day and night

as screaming babies die

and mothers struggle to find their breath

as they wallow in their own children's blood.

We watch American Idol as screaming babies die.

There are countless miracles in our world,

but until we see and address injustice;

that is always caused by our indifference

and carried out by idiopathic sycophants...

until we know our numbness gives monsters permission

to kill babies, we will never truly

be able to experience Nirvana.

Until we emphatically know that we are all one

and valuable in the eyes and heart of the Ultimate Creation,

we can never be wholly spiritual, kind or even human.

Magnificently Placid. Adaya Marcel.

Magnificently Placid.

Adaya Marcel.

Magnificently placid, I stand in the doorway.  

This one leads to death, but not the typical death;

the golden falcon death. 

The beautiful death where you are fully alive 

and completely receptive.  

The beautiful death that causes you to exist in gratitude; 

nothing lost in a day spent.

I was crammed with misery;

I was so full that there was no room for joy. 

I was living in hate for all those who should have loved me, 

but would not see my shine. 

I had no space for all the gifts

that the Goddess called me in to bear,

I am the gift bearer, but I was full of grief

and could not do my job.

It was easy for me to die,

I would kill my body. 

I would kill my body. 

But now I kill my pain;

like one dispossessed from sickness. 

Magnified by powers of ten, 

perhaps because of my intimate knowledge of death,

I now metamorphose into such a place

of graceful respect of the sanctity 

of this incarnation that I chose.  

I came to become the light.  

Regardless of the strength of the darkness 

I remained the light and vibration and motion

and I know now that I chose this hardness

to become softness.  

I created the death, 

so to cherish the life.  

I am the manifestations of my own choices,

so to honor my power

and exist within this kiss of Isis.

Dust-Devils Of Time. Adaya Marcel.

Dust-Devils of Time.

Adaya Marcel.

My legs, frozen in the quagmire of indecision,

tread deeply in confusion and transfusion;

knee-deep in a propensity to sleep,

I am a freak of time.

I alight with the moon

retire with the monsoon;

I am infested with "too soons" 

and their residual doom.

Who is this creature,

what is her nature and

departure time from mystery's station?

That she cannot feel the walls of infinity

shows She is no longer rational,

but is perhaps delusionally free.

How can she see her way clear to clarity

if her eyes are turned towards

the corner of the universe?

Who will be her nurse?

Who can quench her thirst

and propel an ocean of understanding

to quell her despising the lack of bonding

between all Earthlings

when she gallops away on her hearse?

Who will be her nurse?

Who else, but the inverted universe

cradling a heart born in reverse;

the bells of humanity are sounding with a typical peal,

the nurse, the goddess, the fire, the water, the seal

of compassion are as real as a dust devil in the desert.

Dust-devils of time

 will peel your skin off if you stand too near,

but what is it.....is it really there;

is it the stuff picked up, or is it just the wind?

Yes the light of Truth dispels

all raging thirst, at first, and then 

quiets the squealing child;

the corner of the Universe can

precociously thrill the hungry mind

and give a heart permission

to be a violet wildflower.

What Do We Fear. Adaya Marcel.

What Do We Fear?

Adaya Marcel.

What is Osama Bin Laden?

Did he even actually exist,

or is he just a figment of the boogie man

every generation seems to desire?

Is he the prototype of the fuel

that stokes the fires of our insecurity;

petty fears which fed the mongrel dogs of war? 

If we were not frightened by some monster,

could we, in good conscience

give permission for the wastes of aggression;

enumerate the lives of a weeping

Goddess's children lost, forever forgotten.

POOF! their life extinguished

in the blink of an optic nano-second,

and the squeeze of a heartless trigger.

Loving resources squandered by detonation

and a million devastated

mother's dignities adulterated

beyond recognition?

Perhaps bin Laden is only

a figment of our fear-fed imagination

and our spiritual stagnation.

 Maybe this boogie man

is the part of ourselves

that believes we have the right

to murder and call it war

and base that right solely

on the fact that we are afraid

of our own inner shadows.

 We do not live from our higher selves right now, 

not when we can allow
any mother's child to die in brutality.

We currently exist in our baser regions

of deep-seated personal fears

as  we choose systematic fabrication...over reality.

Self inflicted ignorance gives no one permission to explain away

the slap on the face of any Creator that war truly is.

 People are starving to death,

living and dying in the dirt of the streets,

dying of curable diseases while

we spend our many untold trillions 

in an effort to kill what we fear.

What has America become?

What is the truth

and why do we fear it?

Safety comes not from crushing

our perceived enemies, preemptively

or otherwise, it comes from relinquishing

our fear, as this is the real enemy.

Only in compassion will we find safety;

through empathy we shall arrive

at our better natures, thus survive

the putridity of vengeance.

Intelligent beings that we are,

 we are capable of astounding
miracles and acts of mercy.

Then that ends the justification of any defense of

incendiary bombs that ignite the beds and terrors

of mothers and children anywhere on earth.

We are deeply lessened when we

give permission to misery and horror.

 In all matters concerning life,

compassion, and maternal mercy are in our DNA.

We have incredible ability; we are humanly

humane, not designed for insane cruelty;

we are not lusus naturae: monsters of apathy,

we are miraculous stardust destiny.

Awake Is Aware, EsotericGoddess Productions.

Does't It Piss You Off?

I am not trying to promote fear when I post all of these things, I am trying to awaken righteous indignation over what is being systematically done to us, the slaughter of our planet, the slavery , brutality and unconscionable poisoning of our air, land, sea, our bodies and spirits by a handful of greedy fuckers. Fuck them!!! !~,~! There I said it, so sue me.



If we do not stand up soon and take over our own sovereignty, soon we will see a war the likes of which we could never imagine. Lunatics are out of control and we are lulled to sleep by trinkets, indeed the ravenous wolves will never stop, once they are done bombing all the brown people in the world, they will feast on us all. Doesn't it piss you off to know they want to do this just because they make a lot of money making and selling munitions, rebuilding nations we just finished bombing, running drugs, human slaves; for sex and forced labor, Hidden in the middle of all of this is Henry Kissinger, who since the the late 50's has been instrumental in involving us in countless wars, leaving millions of dead in his wake. Who is this man?



Hidden in this perverse soup is Rockefeller, Rothschild and a handful of shadow figures who literally were the archetypical Machiavellian vampires of this financial collapse, the one in 80's, the 70's, all the way back to the REAL reason for the Revolutionary war. Central Bankers want to control all monetary systems and basically enslave this whole world. No conspiracy theory...a conspiracy FACT that we fall for over and over because we refuse to take our part in the political process. All fed taxes you pay go directly to the Federal Reserve and it in turn "loans" it back to OUR Federal Government with interest. Do yourself a favor and Learn about the federal reserve, which is neither federal, nor is it reserved about stealing all of our money.



A handful of BASTARDS just walked away with TRILLIONS of our dollars, my loves. All the down payments we made on our homes then we were forced to default, and they leave those homes we loved to rot, empty while we roam the streets looking for a place to sleep. They made a huge fortune by pulling the rug out from under us and then placed bets on wall street that the market would collapse, smiling while they pushed it over with a laugh of indifference. They gave themselves billions of dollars in "bogus-bonus" money, then kicked us to the curb.



Our media will never talk about how many hard working Americans are living on the streets, parking lots and shelters because this central banking cartel raped us again. Not one of our elected officials protected us, in fact they are still throwing us to the ravenous wolves. They allow big oil to murder our oceans with criminal intent, just to grab a buck. They allow the FDA to be infiltrated by Monsanto, to illegally permit them to patent life with their GE seeds and allow the ruination of American farmers. Our elected officials allow all agriculture, animal husbandry, all of our food supply to become controlled by a very few multi-national corporations which has created the epidemic of cancer that is killing us at a rate of 1 in 4...that is %25 percent!!! They allow pharmaceuticals to kill us at a rate of close to half a million a year.



OK, so frackin what. Now what? Well, STOP re-electing these freaks! Stop electing their kids! Start dedicating a couple of hours a week becoming involved in something. We can't all take on everything, but we can all pick one thing we are passionate about and we can pour our heart into at least one thing that can make our world a better place. We have no right to leave some smoking, smouldering, poisoned dead place like all the futuristic movies we watch to our children. We can make a difference. Not only that, but...We ARE the difference.



There I said it, so sue me....(-.-)

I love you,

Denise.

My movie: "The Plasticene Hunter."

Who are we? Adaya Marcel.

Who Are We?

Adaya Marcel.

My beloved Creator,

why are we here?

Were we created from

your loving thoughts

merely to wreak havoc

and hatred and destruction?

Were we birthed 

from an empathetic heart

just to perfect the arts

of brutality and apathy?

Were we born of stardust

only to stain this miracle with blood.

I am shattered into a thousand shards of light

at what we have done in the name of lust.

We were gifted with the ability
to heal with our hands,
to love from our hearts,
but far too often we prefer
to kill and hate with rapacious appetite.
Ephemeral madness repeated ad nauseam.

Do we have the courage to get it this time?

I Wonder.

Adaya Marcel.

We are stunningly free

if we so believe in our majesty.

Are we pathetic slaves

who have forgotten our hallowed destiny?

We are Star-Dust walking

and we pretend that we are dirt.

Have we become the weaklings 

our authentic Mother warned us about?

Much to her chagrin and our disgrace,

we've consciously forfeited our wings.

What a colossal waste.

Did you know that approximately

every eight seconds the earth gives a shutter,

a sort of throbbing; in curiosity I inquire....

does the Earth have a heart beat?

Equilibrium. Adaya Marcel.

Equilibrium.

Adaya Marcel.

I hear the voice 

of phenomenon

 Dearest One.

When I am alone

I seek to find a companion

and when I find someone,

I somehow lose myself

and soon enough

wish to be alone

in a perpendicular canyon

pertaining to the desires

congruous to my life's choice.

I am lurking in the abyss

of someone else's

horizontal "at-oneness".

How does one rebuke the enigma

and find a place of knowing-ness?

How do I keep what is my focus

and still express companionship?

How to keep the equilibrium from slipping

into chaos and mis-steps

off of my chosen path?

How do I?

Who Am I? .......Fuck!!!

I AM my path.

I Am the light

and the heart

of my community.

This I cannot slight.

This is the answer

to the dilemma

I am now facing.

I AM MY PATH!

That is powerful

and I hold that in place

and retain that truth-

fore therein lies my comfort.

I am truly a path and a healer to many

seeking solace and a sense of belonging.

From the roots of my primordial loyalties,

consciously growing deep,

these are the passions I keep.

I am not Denise,

I am my journey.

I am no one's possession....

I am the pavement

beneath other's feet.

The Eyes Of Horus.

The Eyes of Horus
Adaya Marcel.

The right eye of Horus,
The masculine force....

The left eye, the Goddess.
 Third eye, de-neutered life itself.
Balanced, it aligns the healer in all of us.

This central eye sees 

though it can pretend

to be blind.

A fourth eye;
omnipotent one truth.
god-ness and grace;
Neter Neteru -that which is beyond proof-
multi-dimensions of
 inner and outer space
spicing up the primordial soup.

A fifth eye?
can it see into the other side
beyond the veil of life?
Does it know
the name of Adam's first wife?
Lillith...since you left,
Man has not been the same.

Sixth eye's reality
is death knowledge;
it has been said
in perpetuity, that a man's
greatest aspiration
is to love a very good woman
and kill a very bad man.

A Woman can teach you how to live,

A Man will teach you how to die.

The seventh eye
awakens from potential,
feasting itself off of the
coalescing scent of miracles
emanating from the Eternal, Omnipotent,
Ubiquitous Breath of the All,

"Empathetic bankruptcy
creates all our
hours of need in this
fucked up existence 

we choose to lead.
Apathy Has become
this generation's barbarity."

This eighth eye desires
to swim in our birth Mother
to be safe again in primordial soup;
as we pour our hearts
into a moment of non-maternal release;
we cure this terminal disease
and love our way towards infinity.

Three times three eyes...equals...nine.
I cry the Holy trinity
and sing and this is the thing
that gives me permission
to catapult caution into the wind and
lift my blinders to demand dignity
for we; she and me, all earthlings. 

Mother knows the truth
of stretch marks and eternal misery;
those heal, but not through
heartless apathy.

Tenth eye....autonomy
destiny, possibility.
wiggle through the
tenacious implosions
of totalitarian intimacy as the
Universe's hand maidens
tell your secrets to me.

If there is an eleventh eye
it is a sort of non-reality;
a space between what is
and what should be.
Perhaps the origination
of the very first tear shed
from the first abomination
came from this eye.

Twelve is what no mortal man's destiny
has a right to know or a capacity
to comprehend. This is the realm of mystery.
This is the sum of all that could ever be.