First Mother Of Humanity © Surazeus 2024 12 29 When portraits fall off world museum walls their ghosts transform into new human beings who go about their daily mortal lives, having forgotten their immortal state as atoms swirling in sphere of the sun that beam down to Earth to be born as humans. Each time one sperm fertilizes one egg, immortal soul of atoms incarnates in human being whose brain of neural nodes emanates unique consciousness of self who senses divine glow of radiant love program how they perform the fate they choose. Though countless conscious souls have lived and died four hundred million years of spinning Earth since we crawled from fertile womb of the sea up fresh water rivers to lake of dreams, I am alone with unique state of mind which I record in magic spells of verse. Each person whose mind conjures virtual world through organized arrangement of thought words programs how new readers perceive the world so conscious glamor of their vision glows again in brains of those who read their spells long after their own brain dissolves to dust. Weird way I view the world has been programmed by billions of people who lived and died long before my mother taught me to speak, so when I wear their old persona masks I feel their conscious minds awake in mine as I incarnate First Mother in me. First Mother wakes in every human brain, one soul alive in eight billion new selves, so we all remember the night she stood tall with breath inspiring her eager heart beside the lake of dreams at dawn of time, amazed at beauty of this spinning Earth. She is immortal spirit of our brains awake in individual conscious minds, so we speak her true name after we pray, Amen, First Mother of Humanity, who welcomes us to her pyramid home where we eat while she sings tale of creation. Amen stands tall on flat-top pyramid while we gather on each ascending level, spreads both her arms out wide as angel wings, head glowing bright in halo of the sun, and beams dream of Earth in our minds with song so her great God Eye opens in our brains.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, December 29, 2024
First Mother Of Humanity
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Orpheus leads thousands of people across the waste land to the flat-top pyramid where Amen First Mother of Humanity gives everyone food and sings creation of the world from words.
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