notes: oracle circle speaks

Marching To the beat of ‘I’   drop the ‘I’, start beat 2, rest stepping to the beat of ‘I’ first foot falls like ghosts hopscotch down narrow alleyways Skipping cracks, circumnavigating ever-encroaching pools of blood from Johnson’s breached artery cannibal deities of concrete burial junkies hunkered down and out in doorway bunkers, shadows converge on fresh blood leaving a stain contagious in proximity to blood-spattered walls, hematoma, urine flowing from liquid viscera,  step on the cracks seams in the concrete through which ancient rivers flow, opening a vein Coroners arrive to measure the width of the wound, painting the new shoreline white. rush of blood to the arm phantom heart skips a beat urge to arrest the tempo a breath catch up four bars   Retrace steps past to present tense universe constantly reinvents itself at an exponential rate out of range of lenses   Anticipated beats tied in knots of two to twelve bars each ...

  oracle circle  We need you  You know who you are The time approaches alignment venus transit orbit the call is out the time is now

Codex Alimentarius info sheet                                                       Codex is set to go into effect on Dec. 31, 2009. Under Codex all animals must be treated with Monsanto growth hormones, and all food must be irradiated if not grown locally. Supplements and nutrients are toxins as defined by Codex and will be illegal like heroin is illegal. Nothing on earth, save our souls, is more valuable and rife for control than food. Fascism and food are always linked by the aim to keep the public distracted, stressed and dis-eased so they cannot resist. But our power is that we can resist and they are aware, wary of this. you see they think we’re stupid and play into this, giving us stupid thingd to do and think about, marketing schemes use ...

Prologue Life game, waterslides, wormhole     I’m on the topside of the slide at the threshold of revelation. Making an inventory of everything I see. Mineral deposits in the sink, loud graffiti on the walls, a urinal cake air-freshener gives off the chemical scent of flowers. Halogen track lights throw a harsh glare off white tiles and vanity mirror. There’s one fogged-up window opposite the door, a small toilet stall tucked in the corner and three tubes where urinals should be. There’s a game we play in there its name incommunicable on the other side. It keeps us coming back to find it, clay figurines hidden in that other equivalent state. swimming up from that to bright beta waves, the currents are warmer and the conscious mind basks in the light of the sun coming through the blinds, eyelids. I come and go as I please, but never stay in either place for long. Thinking… the pill or the fluid? The pill and the fluid, the pill and the fluid together drop down my throat li...