Reality Up-ended

by | Mar 9, 2021 | Metaphor, Uncategorized

The day and night of Reality
Plus, and minus right along
In the silence of transcendence
At last is nature’s song

In the shadow of modern warfare
Invisible to the naked eye
Just a metaphor for frequency
That Spirit has supplied

11:23 AM – 11:31 AM

[Note of 8/30/20]

This is a tricky poem. Just 2 stanzas, but they have so much to say. As
humans, we come into the world, which is a fixed arena of sorts.
Everything that exists has been created over time and makes sense, as far
as it goes. That is, at first, everything seems to make sense. We have
conventions and traditions that have stood the test of time. [Time
however, is a whole ‘nother subject] The objective world we learn to
accept; but what happens over the long haul, the subjective aspect begins
to become active and we begin to question the veracity of existence.

Those souls that are anchored into the objective framework of reality that
they have helped manufacture it, would like to maintain it. Perhaps those
mentioned even understand the nature of reality as a spiritual playground
and understand how to skew the game in their favor.

What this poem is suggesting is that what we are seeing is the nature of
modern spiritual warfare being waged against the materialists who would
seek domination.

The Q phenomenon is using the materials provided to conquer the
molestation of the world by a small percentage of people. The Bible
thumpers who unavoidably line up with the destruction of the world in
preference of its transformation do so as the result of lies bestowed upon
the world in its nascent development. The Q phenomenon efforts to draw a
big enough consensus to overturn the lie in Revelations. What will be
revealed will be that GOD lives in and through each one of us and we are
mirrors and teachers to each other. What we resist in each other is
something that must be healed within the Self.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)