Inside my heart, she leaves a fatal mark. A void spreading through my system. The functions of my life shutting down one at a time. (And the energy rises like a falcon roaring soaring to akashic high’s)
With her casual glance; she changes my life. The life I lead to survive, it bursts forth and flowers into the penance of my one lifetime. Mother graceful – she dreams me just fine.
Indus people say of the layers of the earth (now known as levels of ‘hell’) inside the earth. Where different deities and personas of power reside. The ancient demons of earth and the serpent lords gemmed up wise. Hollow earth is where the real heart opens itself.
What if earth has been inhabited time and over, and those who preside/d moved to the core. Towards the molten fire. Where all things be born and reborn. What if hollow earth is not fiction but the truth under our feet.
The present euphoric, and the dreamtime just fine. We the new – who survive the earth in today’s time. We believe nothing else exists – but oh it does. In neverland below the earth. Layer after layer of dimensional existence. Inhabited with folks like us ignorant of the real reason of the earth (its sublime mystery) and its seven layers below and beyond.
So I leave the pain in my heart where it is. Where it ought to stay as my body shuts down and opens the crown conscious. The hollow earth is within me from where the fury rises. The power of the solar core hidden deep beneath crust after molten crust of lie. I am left speechless as she gives me another glance. My sacred mother, my beautiful lover – and she climbs – rises like a mistress of the conquering mind.
The serpent kings at the lowest layer of hell. They remain poised and they show me the true brutal nature of conscious power. And as they refine – they rise, through the divine egg. Towards the end of the mortal coil. They so limitless, so colourful and sublime. Raise up and down m spine. Leave me besides. True nature insight. The hollow earth of hell is the base from where it may all succeed or demise.
My heart pains for you another day my lover. Why and how you left me I cannot define. The nature of life is such that we complete the journey together and head towards death. Its not depression or a mortal recoil. It is our nature and journey sublime. My breath towards your satisfaction dear divine feminine. So I may ride as you do. Towards soaring heights from the depths of the hollow earth.
Peace
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