Projection Of Conscious Souls © Surazeus 2026 11 03 While wading knee-deep in cold lake of eyes, Phoebus explains with earnest nonchalance that God is projection of conscious souls who see their spirit mirrored in the world, so they mistake shimmer of their own soul for supernatural mind that controls all. When beam of sunlight breaks through black rain cloud, Phoebus stands in bright shaft of holy glow and asks God in crystal starship of fate to rapture him to Heaven on gold clouds, but nothing transports him beyond this world, so he turns to us and grins as we laugh. Am is the first word mankind ever spoke, gazing at face of first mother with love, because she hums hymn of attentive care while feeding us milk of the spinning world, so we stand on the lake shore of our dream and chant Om with vibration of respect. Rain splatters on leaves of the apple tree where Am, first mother of humanity, cradles her child, she names Ba, at her breast, and teaches him to name each thing they see in cunning spell with playful melody while she gathers apples, berries, and eggs. Ascending small ziggurat ten feet high, Phoebus faces people camped on the beach, who feast on roast fish and hot apple cider, then strums haunting tune on the cow-horn lyre and sings hymn to Great Mother of the Sea who protects and feeds all lost wanderers. Dreams of memories, my ancestors lived centuries ago by long river of time before my current soul-body was born, program how my own brain perceives this world based on framework of language they designed that controls how I see things perform actions. Vision of their successful actions drive progress of my quest to become myself, authentic replicant of my ancestors till I swerve off expected path of duty to blaze new trail of my own psychic sense when I realize I am Phoebus reborn. When Phoebe, daughter of Phoebus, presents Cronus as man she loves and wants to marry, I feel spark of eternity expand from primal cause of passion in my heart to sing about harsh struggles of mankind as we strive to become God we respect.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Tuesday, November 3, 2026
Projection Of Conscious Souls
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Orpheus gives me lyre of Mercury that has been played by thousands of poets over ten thousand years so I strum weird melodies and sing about our quest for truth.
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