Mindmeld Melodic Map

“I’ve been to Paradise but I’ve never been to Me?” Isn’t that what the song says….well I danced myself in forward directions, achingly in crushing stilettoed steps forwards to my new paradigm that certain enemies wished me “free” in. Away from their little enclave of acrimonious deception.

They didn’t know my mind was mapped, made up, concerted, determined to never cede or quit or yield to the atrophy of my fellow Homo sapiens sapiens that envied me my courage, my stoicism, my powerful fortitude to dance myself almost to death from exhaustion but to …persist.

A mindmeld so powerful that even when the last wannabe lover tried to debase and humiliate me…to play me like a Fool I still found myself holding preciously guarded sacred space for him. Letting him go in his own desolation and confusion…a directionless void of the Avoidant, the cheater, the deceiver. Lost in space without his little soul dear!

Which end is up in this topsy turvy world where even Angels must fight through labryntine mazes to echolocate and guide us forwards….even Angels weep for our self destructive immolation on a timeline that we created in Mind: not of health or righteousness but the ignominy of our current Age.

The love burns like a squelching ember of misbegotten grief that etches itself deep into my skin, sinks like a stone in the pit of my core, sorrows my soul.

Right or wrong, north or south, east or west…the gods fly me to the highest peak….show me with piercing clarity and the clarion call of heroes from ancient stories….where it is I am going.

No longer lost or out of my mind. No longer straggling behind the insensate sheep or being pushed like lemmings off a cliff.

I exercised my No and it was terrifying and fell on wilfully deafened ears. Hearts and minds closed to mass formation psychotic panic disorder, or corrupt willful greed and depopulation agendas.

The four directions called my name and in the centre of gravity, gravely holding my own individualistic corner of that rent fabric called Fate or that garment they tried to cloak you with of their own ignorant self deception, I wove a new cloth!

Clothed in Time and Trust in my gods I persisted.

Lost in the space-time CERNic scenic route, I found Me. “Who’s that girl running around without you?” One of Boudiccea’s babes. Climbing into her own chariot and riding through each and every epochal evil Storm.

Now lying in the summer lands in her hammock, soaking up peace while pieces of her that were flayed and frayed are released and cast off so my remnant ship can float a bit longer.

Ahoy, me hearties….is that land I see? We floated for eons through other men’s darkness and hate but here we are at last. Too little…too late to stop the unravelling of Western civilisation. Too many compliant and complicit in their own poisoning….but fly my pretties, the map shows us who we are and what we might yet heal from and Become.

Alive in the ever-whirling swirling mystery of you!

The sun rises and the moons fall and each and every day is a triumph of replete confirmation bias that knows no other way of Being.

Every direction takes us back to the zero point field of soul only we don’t always know that. We strive, we contrive, we heat seek, we flow, we live, we love. Then in the wonderment of the Maze, distracted by signs from the heavens and fake hoaxes played on all of us…we meet our Truth. Hold your line, People of Earth.

Copyright Tanya Désirée Arons