Birth Of A Mystery 5 July 2009
Spirit renewed, heart rejuvenated,
filled to overflowing by the energy
stream, a mystery hero came to a
heroine in a dream
Whispered of love and delight to the
tune of celestial music, too beautiful
to describe, the beauty of love re-
placing all darkness
The birth of another mystery, energy
inexhaustible, forever new, the new
dream always better than the one
which came before
This is the meaning of infinity: Love
never grows stale, perfection will be
replaced by something better, the
world will never
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Twinkling Lights of Magic
I have just finished reading my book of magic
passing the glass table with my magic poster
looking at the twinkling lights of magic
outside – cherishing the tale of a Gypsy girl
working magic with water in silver and gold
Telling all that those who passed on, went
to the Happy Place and the best way to spur
them on is to dance and sing – first slowly
and sadly, showing them they will be missed
then faster and faster and gladly
To show them they must move on, we shall not
grieve for them, fully expectant to meet them
again - in the Happy Place as soon as we ourselves
end up there, joining our loved ones…
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Sixth Flavour: Spearmint 12 July 2009
The High Energy Magic Building at
Unseen University where fluxes in
the morphic nature of the universe
show the impermanence of seeming-
ly rigid time-space which illustrates
the implausibility of reality
The ‘thaum’ is the smallest particle
of magic, made up of resons or thing-
ies, representing reality fragments
made up of FIVE flavours: Up, Down,
Sideways, Sex Appeal and Peppermint
the SIXTH should be Spearmint…
The Disc-world’s rendition of quarks
with SIX flavours: Up, Down, Strange,
Charm, Truth, Beauty - How lovely…
Quoted from: Terry Pratchett “Lords and
Ladies” Victor Gollancz,1992, p.97
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Under Cathedral Fir Trees… 5.27.2008
I face another call: Carlos Castaneda,
“The Second Ring of Power”, a story
about sorcery and challenge, describing
a journey to freedom and impeccability,
it will be engrossing, mind-blowing
I don’t want to sacrifice the sea-side
holiday to such a journey, a “brilliant
assault on the reason” - as a matter of
fact, I have very little reason left, I would
rather stay attached to what is left
But Seth is packed, I want to experience
Jane Robert’s philosophies in the sacred
Cape Vidal atmosphere, under the fir tree
cathedral, in the wooden huts, diving at
day-time with fires and dreaming at night…
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17.07.2009 I Am a Witch
Today my headache grew
toothache came to stay, strong
enough to make me call a dentist
my notes resemble those written
by the witches in Terry Pratchett’s
books, their medicinal plant infor-
mation interspersed with notes
on their state of health
Like my lines jotted down
during an ACALAN conference
writing down the chairman’s words
about a lingua franca for Africa, inter-
jecting my worries about my dis-
integrating hairstyle, my
conclusion is: I really
am a witch…
[By the way, I recommended Arabic as lingua
franca for Africa, since nobody knows it we’ll
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Watching In Total Delight
I wish I could dance like the young people in
the program “So You Think You Can Dance”
when dancing aspirants are sent to Las Vegas
to master all forms of dance and be voted
upon by the masses
Totally dedicated, mastering two new dances
within the space of a week – while I lose my
rhythm completely just trying to gyrate on a
dance floor, reduced to the status of a spec-
tator for evermore…
Nothing can stop me from dreaming, when the
heroine steps onto the floor, I can visualize my-
self in her guise, imagining it it is me gliding
about on the dance floor while my beloved is
watching in total delight…
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Empower Dissent 13/11/2009
We can’t be forced to join what we abhor
I shall rejoice in the good luck of friends’
success in being bureaucrats effectively
without berating me for failing to succeed,
but such success entails an abnegation
of the me I know I am
I can’t conform in meeting norms, accept
the pain and shame of tacit punishment
conditionally to keep an independent mind,
I’ll never get the accolades I didn’t earn
while I’m confirmed the office dunce
Everything I do and say still contravenes
the rules of protocol; one day, maybe, my
writings will empower the dissidents who
wait for stirring words to make them brave …
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Mother 22/09/09
BlitheIy I called my sister, yesterday
my mother reported ‘Do not bother me
I cannot entertain you’ - I thought I was
helping her, I was wrong, my loud
presence taxed her limited power
At the end of today after finishing my German
document and the scrambled letter from Brussels
that does not make sense, I called her – my sister
cried, ‘Mother is white as a sheet, tired, I walked
until my feet hurt
PLEASE support me’ - now I can mean something
to my family, although specialists say there was
implosion of little bones, I believe that my
mother’s life and abilities – even her
looks! – are safe....
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Fantasy: *Characters* On Ship In Outer Space
Sitting at my desk, translating a French text
indicating right amounts of pesticide to prevent
us dying suddenly - while the characters in my head
On a ship in outer space are collecting the charred
bodies after an exploded nuclear reactor while
feeling deepest sympathy with the maimed still alive
My protagonist, with hair as black as coal, falling
to her shoulders like a silky-soft waterfall, is in a
state of shock on seeing the devastation wrecked
By technology run amuck – she also knows how
much pesticide there already was in the bodies
of the dead – I suffer from emotional fatigue
With all this going on….
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18.07.2009 James Bond & Riddick
James Bond movies - tonight’s edition
of From Russia With Love – are meant
for consumers – I’m an avid consumer
of James Bond movies
Always ready to hang on Sean Connery’s
lips, admire the heroine, weave a new
dream around the Bond framework, no
work or reading done
Tonight is filled with fun, Chronicles Of
Riddick* coming up, his voice, his mag-
nificent poise, everything conspires to
create the ultimate hero
I LOVE getting swept off my feet by
movie hero’s; sharing the aberrations
of 21st century consumer society…
* Vin Diesel in “Chronicles of Riddick” and
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