from “The Ones Who Listen”

 
 

At dawn a man with a golden beard
comes down to the brook  A morning
of many-colored light  Alphabets of
color  The Cosmic Colour Fellowship
Friendhood  A self-imposed envelope
of color

I think of some old monk or sage who
grew up in a traditional family in some
far-off place and has lived a very full
life of inner exploration  And they reflect
back on the life they were born into and
"how far they have come," and they ask,
"what have I done to deserve such a gift?"



The Red Ray, the Life Ray  Pass a laser
light through ruby and apply it to the
heart meridian
  Seeking the Land of 
Immortality, the young prince finds himself
in the capital of the Blue Kingdom  Cherenkov
radiation  The blue men of the Minch

Your heart is in the system of the Shewolf
Wrapped in a veil of shining silver mist
A cock crows and a golden star appears
on Lizina's forehead  Sandra's holding
the leopard

We will cherish the past while not limiting
our perception of reality to the mindset of the past

The beggar boy becomes Count Piro
Dick Grayson becomes Robin  Trading
crow feathers for soy candles  The dagger
which was to act as a passport  Kosovo,
Field of Blackbirds

 

Gwyllm Llwydd, Cosmos

 
 

Leo Martello's Witch-In in Central Park,
Halloween, 1970  Alberto Aguas giving
readings at the Metaphysical Bookshop
on Sutter Street, SFCA  The anonymous
conversations in Quest  Antonio Ricardo
of Turin emigrates to Peru, and in Lima
in 1584 prints a leaflet on corrections to
the calendar 

I do think that certain texts are almost
invisible to us until we are ready for them
They may sit patiently on a shelf for years,
and when our vibration meets the vibration
emanating from the book, it suddenly becomes
visible to us / materializes / manifests itself
in a tangible way  It takes on a psychic shine
that catches our eye

Michelangelo Merisi is born in Milan in
1571  In 1576 his family moves to the
town of Caravaggio, 35 kilometers away,
to escape the plague  It is this name by
which he is better known today

Almost all diseases are a teaching from
our soul and higher self, with viruses and 
bacteria used as one vehicle to manifest
these imbalances

At times almost an MDMA level loving
feeling  Travel out of the body - a leaving
behind of the physical body  I appeared
to a dying friend  He died in the linear past,
but I was with him in that out-of-body present
as he was dying  I helped him transition

Abraham Zapruder died in the same Dallas
hospital where President Kennedy had been
taken after his assassination, seven years prior

Death is not necessarily noticed  The dead
person just goes on living

 

Gwyllm Llwydd, Endogenous Sun

 
 

Wheat Stone  The Straw Sea  Flying Fish
Cove  Fasting Coyote in Texcoco  The 
voice of the mountain spirit  The Valley of
Ten Thousand Smokes  The Ringelmann
scale  The Ravenheads of 1550  The IRA
steals Shergar  Gold-maned Gullfaxi  As
gold is found in dandelion, chamomile, kelp
and beet greens  Isn't it great to be back in a body?

Projection for me is that leaving behind
of the narrator - the talking self  When 
you get beyond language  I find that I 
can throw my attention - cast it into the
music I'm listening to and let it carry me
into other dimensions / the dream reality /
other systems - into a larger awareness -
awareness of the larger inner self  A casting
of focus into the music can facilitate that
reunion with the inner self / psyche  The
ego and soul embrace, recognize their bond




Pendulum testing  A pendulum of Herkimer
diamond  Powdered peach leaves heal sores
and wounds  Flint has such great healing
capabilities, yet it has always been used in 
weapons of war

People who are afraid that their nation will
be invaded by an enemy will often also
consider viruses or diseases to be enemies,
ever about to threaten their personal survival
Such attitudes, will, of course, be detrimental
to feelings of well-being, health and exuberance

In bulls doth the Earthshaker delight
Darwin's bulldog  Tree Comber, Stone
Crusher and Iron Kneader  As Tree
Comber wrestles with Shepherd Paul
As Eisenkopf chased Peter through seven
times seven countries, through thick 
forests where the sun never shone, over
rivers so wide it took a whole day to sail across


William Kempe, Morris dancing from
London to Norwich  What does our dancing
look like in other dimensions?  Earlier in 
the night I walked into the sun  I am
woven through with superluminal thread


The Ardabil Carpet  Accept the gift  In
1524 Henry VIII receives a box of
Portuguese marmalade from a Mr Hull
of Exeter  Fernando Pessoa's mother,
Maria, seven months pregnant, in 1888,
attends a performance by Sarah Bernhardt
in Lisbon


Let go of the fear of not getting credit  Let
go of the fear that your contribution will go
unrecognized  Everything you do registers

 

Roberto Harrison, Mathematics Was Stolen From The Poets

 
 

Archduke Charles roses  The Chandos
portrait  Shah Jahan's Peacock Throne
Jane Digby's lovers included King Ludwig I
of Bavaria and his son King Otto of Greece
Digby died in Damascus, Syria, as the wife
of Sheikh Medjuel el Mezrab, who was 20 
years her junior

Waybread  A wayshower  Curious and 
unwary  Doors open when you believe 
in the journey  I am a comet in another
dimension, sending glad tidings across
a galaxy  Each universe is a vertical book
of light in an infinite library

The Work wants you to be happy  The Work
wants you to be fulfilled, and does not limit
itself to linear timeframes


To simply be a part of the changing 
afternoon light  The old man I see
in my visions is composed of all the days
in between  Your sense / awareness of 
who you are cannot be confined within
language  You go up to Medicine Bow
and open the sky and step through

I am learning more about my daimon's /
my guide's teaching methods

Durangite activates the throat chakra
and enhances personal expression  Durangite
in the tin mines of Durango  Stannary law
The copper mines of Cyprus  Smaragdos
becomes emerald  Place an emerald inside
a pyramid when Venus is at midheaven

The hidden mothers of early photography
The deer are not hindered by the No Trespassing
sign  A dent in the forest  Stokowski in 
Nether Wallop  King Sached consults with
the fairy Adolzaide  Elementals are more real
than constables 

My own spiritual philosophy, based on the idea
of radical queer kindness, that we are all loved,
no matter what, and that applies to everybody

 

Roberto Harrison, The Womb Of My Other Soul

 
 

Love is the capacity to perceive oneness
Opening the heart chakra with cuprite
Some say there are 360 chakras, evenly
divided between the physical and subtle
bodies  Diamond removes blockages in
the crown chakra  Garnet stimulates the
imagination  The student sitting for her
exam wears an enstatite talisman

The idea that when I'm really old and
my beard is white, I'll have it carefully
cut and have the hair made into a 
calligraphy brush

The Shugendo doctrine  The abbey of 
St Martin of Tours and the calligraphic
reform of the ninth century  The Treaty
of Gulistan  The Outer Space Treaty
Operation Alert, 1955  The Pink Map
The Star Chamber Decree of 1637
The intellect and the intuition - the caduceus

Juan de Mena, inspired by Dante, writes 
his allegorical poem Laberinto de Fortuna
Edmund Fry spent sixteen years conducting
research for his book Pantographia, which
describes more than 200 alphabets  The Poet
Laureate, Colley Cibber, becomes Alexander 
Pope's King of Dunces  Cibber was an investor
in the South Sea Company

 

Brian Lucas, Near Central, 2017

 
 

You cannot learn about yourself by studying
what is expected of you by others - but only
by asking yourself what you expect of yourself,
and discovering for yourself in what direction
your abilities lie

As a thought amplifier, calcite increases
both the mental capacity for astral projection,
and the ability to remember information
received from such sojourns  An idea is an
event  Ideas are a form of spiritual nourishment
Poetry is a medium for the transmission of gnosis

The idea that a wise woman - or a coven 
of close friends - "chosen family" - in 16th
century England - has conjured me - are
having a collective vision of me now, then
The idea of a future me contacting me in
my now

Rennell Island  The island of Barataria
The island of Gothland  Weir Island  The
island of Gavrinis  Giovanni Gemelli
Careri in Egypt in 1683  Cervantes at
Lepanto  For those in peril on the sea

The Hawarden Castle  The moat has
filled with rubbish  The Hall of the Double
Axes  The dish of hidden blessings  Dishes
of crystallized lotus leaves in the white marble
palace beneath Lake Biwa  Lake Urmia  The
crooked River Camel  Coquet, Aln and Wansbeck

 

Brian Lucas, Sundaze Blaze, 2016

 
 

Receiving a horoscope from Raphael
Baldaya  A hieronym  Bertha Mason
Thomas Hardy's closet drama  Kisky
Thomas nut  Time for Beany  The blessing
of the squirrels  The oak tree is a product
of a seed that knew it was the essence of
oak-ness

If you are true to your vision at some
point someone will call you a heretic

The Yoshida Fire Festival, to keep Mt Fuji
from erupting  Magnes pasturing his flock
on Mt Ida  On the slopes of Kara Dag  Things
taste so stale in a valley; one's appetite is so
much better up on a mountain
  Mount Teide
Charleston Peak, Nuvagantu, where snow sits

Helping people feel their worth
is a healing gift  To make those
who come in contact with you feel
better / open them to new ideas


Enfield Glen  The enchanted moor  Henry
Moore and Wardour  There are always helpers
On many planes, we are fully visible to others
on that plane  To some we are invisible; and
to us, some are invisible

A dimension full of happy, kind Snuffleupaguses

A hugging man - The Hugging Man -
archetype  A bearded wizard who
hugs a person and transmits a pulse
that awakens in them an awareness
of their own divinity

I think of the skills / trades that blind
people once had access to that no longer
exist  Skills we do not even know existed
Writing systems employed by blind merchants
thousands of years ago  Trades / guilds that
existed solely for blind artisans 

 

Brian Lucas, Devotion, 2017

 
 
 

There is so much "creative content" being generated all the time.  No one person can keep up with or even know about it all.  Just a tiny portion.  But we find the work we're supposed to find.  Work comes into our life.  This image of millions of people alive right now all making music and writing poems and making visual art and creating sculptures and weaving textiles, etc, etc.  And out of all of that, different combinations come into your awareness.  There is an order to this process.  Unimaginably complex.

There are beings / other portions of the self that are not bound by linear time, who orchestrate when and how creative work flows into your awareness.

This idea that over time / through time, artwork and ideas reach you.  From the discovery of a petroglyph - in person or in a book - to the hearing of a piece of music on the radio, there is an orchestrating / curating force "channeling" these things to you.  That curator is a larger aspect of you - your psyche / daimon / the Living Poem, etc.

 
 

A printing press was established in 
Cambridge, MA in 1638  Freedom was
first allowed to the press in France in 1789
By the sixteenth century there were a hundred
and fifty printing-houses in Venice

Valerie with the black lace veil  Vincenz
Rockner, court calligrapher to Emperor
Maximilian I  The King and Queen of the
Razorbill Murres  Charles V lays out a
Maison de Dédale in the gardens of the
Hôtel Saint-Pol in Paris  Weyland's House
Tycho Monolith

You are a radio set for the other side and you
have control of the buttons
  The buckles on their
shoes sounded like birds  A council of ancestral
light beings instruct me in psychic healing

It's so vast, and there's nothing to be afraid of 



The cobalt sanctuary in Port Gibson  The
ancient mosaic maker  Take the sword out
of the stone  A baby blue griffin with purple
wings  Cherish, don't disparage, your life
Moments of leaving the body  Like the sky
becomes water

One person meditating / thinking
thoughts of peace can generate more
energy than a hundred hateful people
holding guns in the street  Anyone
who calls that a copout has not
touched the inner reality

An old man with a beard longer than
himself strikes a block of granite with
a silver staff and out springs a golden
rooster  A piece of lapis lazuli in the
refrigerator  A piece of land from which
I see no chimneys and hear no chainsaws
The calm face of Nature broke up for me
into wrinkles of wild knowledge

Instead of automatic writing, automatic knitting

Philemon to Seth  Sproutkale to May
Leafy goosefoot  Blue Duck  The Labrador
duck  Lyreleaf greeneyes  Greenwashing

I wanted to open my eyes and see if I 
could detect any movement in the air
but the feeling of power, and yet of peace
was so satisfying that I didn't want to
break it by trying to prove it tangible

 
 

Brian Lucas, Drifterise, 2018

 
 
 

This idea that a person could channel "real" / "valid" information - from a portion of their larger self / from a guide, etc - yet in order for the egoic personality to comprehend the material it must be delivered / translated in language they speak - a cultural context to which they can relate.  The information is "true" but it is so for that person in their time.  A different person in a different time and place might receive "the same" material, but it would be delivered / received according to that person's unique circumstances / abilities.  The "truth" of a message could stay "the same" while the wording of the message changes completely.

 
 

Reverse meerschaum  Burning Man for one
Peruvian Betty  A past life in a different constellation
Meteorites from Maldek  Mint chocolate microdose


Meditative periods are vital to health
Time spent in reflection  Relaxed
Not focused / caught up in the exterior
egoic reality  When you can relax
and disassociate you are practicing
healing  Anyone who calls this a luxury
is denying the inner reality

Calvinism is the theology of slavery  When
you put your mind in a cage you can put
human beings in cages  Enough with the
death cult that invaded the Western hemisphere

 

Brian Lucas, Focus Group, 2016

 
Whit Griffin

Whit Griffin is a poet-medium and semi-professional hermit dwelling in Colorado.  Author of such nonlinear metaphysical epics as We Who Saw Everything (Cultural Society) and Uncanny Resonance (Book Two, Lunar Chandelier Collective).  With the visual artist Timothy C. Ely he collaborated on the book Interior Voice / The Great Practice (Granary Books).  Along with Eric Baus he is a resident wizard at Common Name Farm, through which he freely gives away visionary elixirs. 

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