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……………………………..From the endless abyss of Mandelbrott

a plague like locusts come

to the strange attractors

that we in this two dimensional world

call planets.


Not just any old planet of rock and gas

but a golden mean of emerged

Platonic forms

a rich vibrant chaos sphere

that has the sound of growth


And so the swarm descends to the oasis

in the chaos,

and lesser brothers in the hives and anthills

are busy with their two-dimensional quest

for pollen and sugars


But the golden essence of life

the life of the soul in higher life-forms


is a more complex ecosystem of thought

and investments in attachments

are actually simple to pluck and harvest

by negating and twisting off the vine


Thus with many given names, much theatre

and many distractions

to engage the complex human mind

the ants of the abyss, archons and djinn

faeries and fae and latterly grey

start to strip the pollens from the flowers

of the human souls of the race of Adam


A legion in every region busy stripping

the crystallised mind fruits of form

our human pollen,

It seems complex to us

because complex we are

manifested physically and variously

the juicy invested nervous psyche

of things we think we own

but our juiciness is simply a colour-coded

spectra of things ripe for negating

and stripping

Our souls fruits to the hive

yet they are not alive as we


For lifes duration is their negation

our hopes to annul, to herd and to cull

with theatre and dark archetype

our worst fears manifest

with intent to negate

or posing with powers as if gods of fate


or to pamper us with re-inforced


attachments and millstones

that weigh us down deep

only at last to pull the rug

from under our feet

disorientated and disconnected

from our Source in God.

Technology they mimic                                                                                           

to harvest our best                                                                                                

and lie about hybrids                                                                                               

to give troubled souls rest                                                                                            

but their negation is unique                                                                                         

its our soul they want                                                                                              

to embed somewhere                                                                                                

in some voodoo techno junk

The end result is hell

the negation of all that is or was good

in us or the magnification of

our festering thoughts of bad

to drive us away from reaching

out for our connection

to God and life


Yet at the end of any day

to be safe – all we need do

is ask Christ for help.

About ScottishAndrew

Contemporary Scottish fiddle player, Scottish ceilidh dance caller, folk music composer, Ufologist, natural and supernatural photographer and tour operator, digital artist and designer, writer and columnist - interested in cosmology and 5th generation computation without the 'Halting problem' !! THE SCOTTISH ANDREWVERSE Ceilidh musician and man of dance Investigator of paranormal circumstance Composer of art and pictures and tunes And researcher of old Scottish stones and runes Cosmic conundrums and landing on the Moon ...


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