many days of rain, i bunkered down with my book isolated and in solitude, i was content and feeling relaxed but the phone never stopped ringing, people popped around, there were places to go, people had dramas, events swung from one extreme to the other, my down time became my up time, my hyper sleep became a dream and i fell upwards into the stars. where my head exploded with revelation.
a mighty flaming sword the precondition of war, the hunger game, the long nights of burning dollars, economies collapsing, the euro zone built on a house of cards, the american revolution returns, food wars, water wars, starvation of intelligence and wisdom, academia fascism, neurological warfare as memetic bomb fallout creates toxic fields of neutrons, a new scapegoat same as the old one, land mass plunges into the sea, truth filters like radioactive sound bytes, tomorrow never knows, the corporeal moment, the sex imperative, the hidden mythologies are born again, the lost city of atlantis will rise again somewhere in time. an oracle is written in stardust, calamity jane meets cataclysmic john and they have a child named chaos.
soon we will build a new temple, it will comprise of the whole planet, it will be filled with love and harmony with all natural intelligence, the lamb will lay down with the lion, the man will lay down with the woman in peace and respect. the time for war will end, the heart will rule the brain and the sun will beckon us to light, science will confess its magickal origin, the alien will love us, there will be purpose and reason, meaning and consciousness to action, for this is the age of humanity, this is the age of aquarian aspects, we will put down the sword and pick up thy pen, we will compose song and make love not war, for it has come to pass and will come again, it is written in the dna strand, the eyes of the dolphin, the patterns in fractals the space between notes is where music is. celestial lights, plant goddess, the fish people rise from the depths, all will find a way home, all will be basking in truth and beauty all will know their place, the old gods will be reborn anew, the sacred geometry of the spiral be known, nautilus, pyramid, pentangle and circle squared all is known to those that know. 
but to get here / there the war within must be fought, every man is a star, every woman is a star and every child is a star, but unless the war within is won, there is danger of becoming a black hole.