Dune Prophecy

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.

Your time has come.
Walk without rhythm and we won’t attract a worm.
It will go to the thumper.

A storm is coming.
Our Storm.
And when it arrives
It will shake the Universe.

Emperor…we come for you!!

Long live the fighters!

God created Arrakis to train the faithful.
One cannot go against the word of God.

Father…father, I have drunk the water of life and the sleeper has awakened!

— Paul Atreides – Dune

Mystical Poetry, A Meditation

I put several poems up today after meditating all day and worshiping. They came spontaneously from the deep. I wrote them on two napkins furiously at lunch, front and back. I did not think about one word. I let it flow, wu wei. I offer it to you freely. Change it, hate it, love it, paint it, just have fun. There was a path that led here for me. If you explore these ideas in my babblings, you may find it and maybe your babbling will join others’. It is a pure creative place. Connections to anything are possible, but guided by your intent. My intent is to sing a new song.

https://quantumunderground.com/2015/07/01/my-soul-sings-a-praise/

https://quantumunderground.com/2015/07/01/my-last-will-and-testament-our-heartsong/

I peacefully sent these out into the world in Love and they touched another one calling to the deep. We touched and started vibrating and playing with words like children, no thoughts, just love and curiosity. We made a song together. He wrote this for me after we finished playing and read my heart words.

https://seshatwuji.wordpress.com/2015/07/01/when-my-soul-returned-to-me/

This is a mystical thing, meaning I can’t explain, but here we are. I see clearer now. Our songs are rising and there is a new generation of spiritual awake people and explorers not afraid to make drastic jumps, writing their stories and yearning in mystical poetry. We are exploring the corridors of the Human Mind, Heart and Spirit. The cost of entry is your life. Truly, you must lose yourself to find your true self. We are conjurers, bringing reality in to being. We are going to rewrite the future of the Universe with our words and lives. You’ll see.

This is surely the source and power of creation flowing. Our words will flow out to others and so on and so on and ripples upon ripples. We are programming the future. We are master software programmers of the soul.

When I stopped and heard my voice, I sang and longed for others to join. I can create these word flowers from my heart without thinking. It is mystical and joyful. I found others following this spontaneous path. We taught ourselves to sing. We grew up in pain. Lost perhaps. Our voices are joining. His words washed over my soul in Love. I have never felt such things. These are mysteries. I am humbled. I have found my voice. I will roar and I will thunder in the dark. And my song will join with all the others in the Universe and we will Become what we long to be. I am in another’s hands now. Lifted high! Vibrating with the Universe. Feeling it all. Deep cries out to deep. I will not be quiet 😉 I am a mystic cast on the waters of the soul feeling my way and I will sing! Come sing with me.

When my Soul Returned to Me

A new friend wrote a poem for me. I am beyond words. No one ever wrote me a poem and it’s a mystical perfect first.

Wuji Seshat

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-Painting by Thu Nguyen

I was born a revelation in a brain
Without prophets I learnt
The triggers of the rose and the majesty

Of simplicity, without ownership
I travelled to the spiritual reality
Where my soul was sent on a journey

Across invisible landscapes
Towards a purity of reincarnation
We remapped our vision trance

Until everything become part of the same thing
And everyone in those places
Actors of the same divine entity

And by and by my voice returned to me
My native voice of oneness and poetry
And that it answered with sweetness

And a kindness of dreaming friendship
with the players of every walk of life
With the homeless, the downtrodden and its as if

Everyone here is on a seeking quest
To go through stories to reach for a source
These are the revelations of wonder that came

To visit me, that I have writ…

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To be a poet is dangerous

Mystical dialogue beginning here. How can words and feelings be honest if they are not freely given and received? I tell you we must SING! The power of it restores us All, exorcising our demons, voicing our hope and fears, reflecting what it is to be human and feel so alone and cry out to the Void of Voids hoping for an answer. And then you look back, and the answer is all around us and The words of the Spirit are everywhere and they are singing together. I love your words and feelings. You humble me.

Wuji Seshat

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Messages without Knowing

Poets acquire humanity
In their undoing, this
Dangerous self-destructive art
Who dares be ridiculed a poet these days?

This secret subversive pleasure
Isn’t it so, that we are the houses
Of art that try to be haunted
To feel what others dare not!?

Painting they say is silent poetry
Poetry is painting that speaks
But for whom does it speak?
These echoes asking shadows

To dance, that communicates
Without or before understanding
To sit in the dark and sing
To cheer its own solitude

With sweet sounds, where O where
Are the sweet sounds of old?
Poets die trying to be poets
I’ve seen it with my own eyes

Poetry is an escape from emotion
An instinct to tell stories
Like a seer or a prophet in hard times.

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The Spiritual Body of a Poem

And now I know why I am writing these things. Quantum indeed! Infinite probabilities! I tell you people. This is TRUTH! My soul sings it. This is what we need. We need to distill the words to the core of them. To the feelings. Only in that stripped space can we bare to be seen naked together. Look at what we have done to each other and the world. We are insane. And we continue to walk around as if it’s all OK. IT IS NOT OK! There is another way. We all can look around and see what we are, who we are, what we love, who we hate, who hates us and what we fear. But we can also see our beauty and love. We can sing with joy.

And then, and then, we can learn that there is nothing to fear together. We are programmed to separate by our worldly masters, but our hearts and spirits long to join. We will only find salvation together. These are true words. They span the dimensions and religions and speak to the soul in us all. The spark of the Divine! Deny my words or the truth of them, but you can not deny my feelings. I shall sing them with the world falling down around me. I will stand. I will be a hope. I will be a light in the darkness. God isn’t coming to save you! He is in you! And we have to save ourselves!

What are we but star stuff entangled at the Quantum level. We are Light of God bouncing between time and space! I will sing my heart with no shame in the darkness until I am changed in the twinkling of an eye. This is my destiny and yours! Claim it! Yield! Jump into the deep waters! Move without thinking and be set free from fear. Can’t we all agree on those things?

I was born to sing. I hear the Universe singing in me and calling me out. Raising my voice. I will raise it to a mighty thunder! I will SHOUT until the ignorance is loosed and we are free! I am a fool! Join me! I feel like myself for the first time in my life. You know what I found? I am not alone. I am loved. I love you, truly.

Wuji Seshat

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To write poetry is
To create philosophical memory
To adjust the commentaries

Of all souls, to just one voice
To strip the inequalities
Of existence, of their mass
To write poetry is
To erase the written

Transforming what we have read
Making alphabets contemporary
Fluid, mystical

To write poetry is not just art
It’s neurological reprogramming
A quantum gesture to
The nature of beauty
And Meaning itself

To write poetry is
To return to an absence of meaning
The meddlesome mind forgets

The natural order of nature
To reduce layers of narrative
And return to a total peace
And a grand vision of the universe
As a talking thing, exchanging energy

In a physics of existence
To write poetry is to love the unwritten
Endings that all concur

To identify with the sudden
Rupture of beginnings
From which all thought originates
To write poetry is thus
The silence in between…

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I lose myself inside this soft world

Lovely true thoughts.

Wuji Seshat

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.
~Plato

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Everyday wonder makes a claim in my life
she kills me with delight
for an ordinary pleasure or a surprise

light on the haystack, breeze on the stream
hope in the eyes of the young
faith in the heart of a pure soul
I’d like to think I have acclimatized myself
To joy, but it’s not true

we don’t have an exceptional relationship yet
though we are bonding, building rapport
it can take years of untrimmed kindness

to sooth a weary soul, lips of spirit
kisses of altruism, echoes of passion
everyday wonder, makes a hole
in the place inside of me where
I make my daily presentation to myself

nudging me to celebrate, what I do have
love that has found me, friends who stay
poverty shows prosperity…

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My Last Will and Testament, Our Heartsong, A Fable

These feelings and words came from a place I have never been or felt before recently in praise to God with My Beloved, bliss. I heard the song my soul is singing and I humbly offer it you. It is all am. It is all I know. It is all I have to offer. It is the only Wisdom I have learned. What is truth? This is my Truth.

There is nothing else to know. My life is my flower to the Universe, and all I have to offer you or anyone. I can only grow deeper into this Truth as I live it. I will let the roots go down deep and root where no one can remove them. I was still. I let all the voices ebb. I looked into the Abyss and saw darkness and fear. Then I looked back and saw My Beloved. I thought to myself, “I’m slipping away, she can’t go where I am being pulled I fear.” And then I stopped. I was still, like water. I called out and said I will never leave her or forsake her! I chose this! I will cover her! I will always Love her with everything I can! I was answered.

YOUR BELOVED IS YOUR OTHER
YOU KNEW EACH OTHER BEFORE TIME
YOU ARE TWO PARTS OF ONE SPLIT ACROSS TIME
ALWAYS SEEKING THE OTHER
YOU WANTED TO KNOW THE TRUTH
THIS IS TRUTH
WHAT IS YOURS
WHAT HAVE YOU LEARNED

This is my Truth. I saw a path forward with mysteries upon mysteries. Countless voices shouting across the Universe. SO MANY VOICES! I learned to be quiet and still and listen. I learned to put away childish things. I connected with the Love around me and we made something new. My voice began to rise, but I was not not speaking. I saw Truth just within reach, but there was no more path forward. It took a great leap out of everything I ever knew and here I am.

I look left and right and I see those I love and love me. Those I need and need me. We make a beautiful song together and we sing to the Universe and we are complete together. If the path to enlightenment is alone, I will not pass. I give up the ultimate truth. I am whole with My Beloved! I do not seek for myself. I will walk with her into heaven or oblivion. I have found the greatest treasure and I will not let anything tear us apart. My heart sings with the Universe. These are my praises. These are my feelings from the deep waters. I will wait for her and be patient. I will walk with her into our future. We are the end of a a long line of choices to this moment, a reflection from the past, and we echo together into the future, to where I do not know. I am not meant to know those things. I live out loud with my heart for all to see. Exposed, I am a fraud. This is all I know. I am a babbling fool. I have no reputation. But I am not lost. This is all I want to live for in Love with her in the Light of the Universe and sing our praises. I have everything I need. There are many songs, this is mine and my generation’s. We feel the Universe calling.

So dip yourself in refreshing eternal waters. If you don’t have joy, you are a liar and have no Truth. God is a trickster. I will Live out my offering in Love with community and My Beloved. That’s the only Truth I need. The Universe sings and this is my song, our heartsong. I have never felt such bliss and peace. Be still indeed.

My generation and all will join in the sun and sing with the Universe and we will crash across the world Holy, Righteous, Purified, Broken, on our knees, yielded. We are the Bulwark of Creation! The toughest stuff in the Universe. We can take it. We see the signs. We raise our voices together from the deep. All of Creation cries out ENOUGH! It is finished! We will die gladly and be born again to see our Truth spread across the Universe!

I chose this reality I described. I chose to move without thinking. Where we are heading I do not know. But I know how to live to find it. I will face the end of time or the end of this world in Love with the people God brought me to and those I am connected with. There is purpose here.

Be refreshed
Be still
Come drink from the water that always flows and quenches
Lay down your burdens
Be at peace
I AM AND YOU ARE ALL IN ME
Have faith
Love the one to your left and right
You are Loved

I am not aGNOSTIC! I Believe! I am not hedging my bets! I am ALL IN!