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Saturday, June 5, 2010

Poem by Me About the Oil Spill

Deep Water Horizon, Memorial Day, 2010

To me [belongeth] vengeance, and recompence; their foot shall slide in [due] time: for the day of their calamity [is] at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.
-- Deu 32:35 (KJV)

Medea is sitting by her kitchen table, plotting revenge

What shall become of this? Death is a bog, a mire that brings a Tharos near.

Medea considers of all of her fears like spending gravity.

They are spilling out of her like the liquid petroleum from the channels of the sea

in the Gulf of Mexico.

The chorus says:

"Flow back holy river of oil, whether it be unnatural to be reversed.

does not matter--what matters is that it be first, and then we harvest these insolent japeries

from the men that caused the fraud, those that argue they will produce the desired results.

“Their casuistry is naked, and deepens the jeering.”

Medea is thinking: “The oil companies have sent us poisoned robes, It is what I would have done to them had there been time. but instead we pray for their protection, like foolish ants.

“I shall do evil to those who have done this, and then pray that the changes upon the land and water shall guided by the hand of Providence.

“Now must it be undone, on top of it all, again! I trust that our destiny is true and vengeance has no vision for me any longer, “

The Science of Music

Monday, May 31, 2010

message from Dina Singh.

When I called this blog "resurrected X," I meant, actually, a magazine of that name I had started and killed off. X is also a symbol that can take many forms. The form is irrelevant to me, content is everything.
Here is a take on "resurrection. As I had listed on my Facebook profile one of my interests as "Death and Resurrection Studies,." a friend comments:

Subject: Resurrection

I don't know how one studies death and resurrection but I'd like to mention that I have studied this in my personal life in this way: When I was five my father died. All my life I had no closure for he was handsome and strong and loved me deeply, was my hero but died and fell short of saving his kids. Moreover the Sikh religion led to his cremation. A few years ago the closest I knew God came to understanding my subconscious pain was when a Highway To Heaven addressed this issue and the little boy Stevie literally hugged his father's tombstone. (Why Michael Landon is my angel). Then three years ago, in one of a thousand holy visions as promissed in ACIM, I did see my father and can witness to his resurrection: In my vision I saw a billion colored particles, symbollic of his ashes; I told my father to come back and the billion particles turned into my father whom I recognized well; he stood on the ocean and I said, That's my father!!! After this a few months ago I did actually speak to him in a vision; we resolved some of the most important issues I've held all my life: that he knows I love him, that he watched over my brother, that he is himself a "tall man" in heaven, thus I have stopped worrying for him after forty years. Finally, that he was indeed proud of me - I didn't think he would be - and it is - for loving him that he told me he is proud. There is death; there is resurrection. Blessings from the Truth me to the Truth in you.