Awake In Human Shape © Surazeus 2024 12 17 Turtles play chess over who rules the world, but the turtle does not represent God, so I carve on limestone stela of faith divine faces of Isis and Serapis on serpents of power that rule the sea, for I am the hidden dragon of truth. Though I understand why belief in God is easy for most people to retain, once I dispelled illusion of that idol, that veils the real world from perceptive minds, I easily see through delusion of faith which safely guides people to quiet graves. The universe is formed of molecules that congregate as active chemicals to generate organic animals created by the mindless Earth to see its face reflected in after-rain pools which I like to wear to mask my true soul. I am the Earth embodied in this form as wingless angel walking on two legs, so I am God awake in human shape, learning about true nature of our world as I express clear vision of my mind in words that convey ideas of things. When the days get long and the nights get cold we gather in the large summer-built hall to brew apple cider and bake fruit pies, then sing long ballads of heroic deeds while firelight causes our faces to glow with desperate joy for life as the world dies. I want to wish you happy holidays as we all celebrate the longest night when Christ Mithras was anointed Tribe Guard to lead our way from paradise we lost across the mountains to the river shore where we have built new secret paradise. One thousand years we lived in solitude, far from grand palaces of world empires, secure in strict traditions of our tribe that we devised on principle of trust where we live as we will, if we harm none, brave with justice and liberty for all. Which turtle will I choose to play as God, everyone asks me with fear in their hearts, so I vote for the serpent in the tree that guards flourishing apple trees from thieves, but he casts me me out in the wilderness where I plant apple seeds on river shores.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus wears mask of god while sitting by the hearth in the feasting hall to strum lyre of Mercury and sing tales that glorify deeds of the great ancestor of the tribal chief.
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