ILLUSIONS
Check the skies! Can you see the missiles methodically attacking their carefully marked targets? Is this the Final Solution, Thule in action, “as above so below,” Hitler’s revolution—Nero the Galactian merrily fiddling while the planet burns? Or is this our opportunity to free ourselves from centuries of confabulation: photos of laboratory hybrids, reptilians, ophidians, androids from Planet-X, terminator drones? If nothing is what it seems and if Plato’s cave is only a hologram, then maybe we humans are merely “walk-ins,” victims of our own terrorism commanded to witness a self-inflicted Armageddon produced and directed by silk-suited sociopaths dancing and rejoicing on the Twin Towers of the mind. —©Carol Adler, from Chaconne EDEN Who dares to pluck the forbidden fruit bares their soul to the hidden truth-- sweet essences of taste and touch-- spaciousness of inner trust-- All chatter stops, the air grows still as hot tears of programmed guilt spill from two minds compelled to surrender to Nature’s will: the universe remembers. Passion forks the sky, striking the Tree, exposing the lie. Naked and free, the two embrace and race through the garden, the snake in pursuit. The heavens rejoice, all hell breaks loose As his seed spills out, and with a blood-curdling yell she catches the rhythm, igniting the sky with a seven-striped prism. —©Carol Adler, from Chaconne AGE OF UNCOVERY: APRIL FOOL'S DAY
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of generations swarming from the Book hordes of suffering once more setting up their soldiers is it fair to have traveled all these distances only to learn we are no longer old enough to find what we were looking for is it just that we who dragged ourselves the continents should once more be victimized by a childish fear or is this our fate and this Your decree that we who burn to be free must be chained to our Creator that we, willed to return will never touch the hands and heart that committed us -From Shaelot: Questions, by Carol Adler Enjoy an excerpt from Shaelot. |