Food Of The Gods

A Poem by Mike Davies

Food Of The Gods

Hiding In The Light
What kind of intelligence would revel in the unbridled
destruction of itself
In the murderous consumption of its own life force
and vital energy
In the callous exploitation of all sentient life
What kind of god would sanction a system
based on a merciless concoction
of barbarism and terror
Of extreme agitation and wild, unmitigated suffering
Where the gentlest, most meekest of creatures die
in the most horrifying and brutalised of ways
Where the base cravings of dominance and cruelty
always seem to win out over the higher
impulses of tolerance and co-operation
Equality and the desire to live in accordance
with the Earth’s natural laws
Not the god of love, that’s for certain
Nor the supreme expression of fairness
and infinite compassion
But an entity which hides its true nature
within a shining hologram of love
And wears a chameleon’s gown of impeccable camouflage
There in the trees beside the blue crystal lake
There in the soft xylophone air
There on the diaphanous fine golden sands
Permeating the forests and dank membranes of soil
And the vastness and strangeness of cold assimilated streets
Waiting

The Natural Order Of Things (the game of games)
Something has been tampered with
to suit the purposes
of another paradigm
A voodoo hierarchy
One based on slaughter
and the currency of suffering
Mass murder and extreme violence
A new reality
overlaying the original
Where the strong prey on the weak
And where innocents
are ritualistically massacred
In a murderous vortex
of endurance and hardship
Enslavement and blood sacrifice
Food for the gods
For the moon and the cosmos
The universe creating and recreating itself
Loosh!

Feeding The Grid
Loosh energy on the battlefields, in the concentration camps
where all human beings suffer the most
Loosh energy in poverty and filthy diseased streets
filled with the cries of starving, ragged children
Loosh energy in football stadiums and large rock venues
in packed city squares, any place where the masses congregate
and expel vital dynamic emotion
Loosh energy when bombs go off and bullets zip
indiscriminately through the air
Where acts of genocide may occur
under the twin false flags of revolution and freedom
Good and tasty loosh when it’s laced with terror and fear
chaos and atrocity, when it’s preceded by torture or satanic ritual
Loosh running for its life on the African Veldt as the leopard takes
the hapless deer in its powerful jaws
Or when the woodsman makes the living forest weep
with sacred sap
Loosh (set like old honey) at all war memorials and cenotaphs
in all churches and temples and synagogues
Best loosh of all, in school playgrounds and nurseries
In the places where all children run wild
and whose hearts are filled with the ecstasy of joyous life
Vintage loosh energy in all hospitals and sanatoriums
where the flashing gossamer spirits of the dead
are newly released into the invisible
sticky matrix of lurking peril
Quality gourmet loosh in theatres and cinemas
in discos and festivals, on sports fields
and in large municipal parks
Where scores huddle together to express revulsion
and horror, anxiety and euphoria
The broadest possible range of human psychic energy

A Banquet Of Flames
There is something wrong here
There is something fundamentally at odds
with what we are being taught in our schools
And told by our political and spiritual leaders
Those men and women in influential positions
of power and authority
Who openly preach about love
and compassion, peace and harmony
Good solid values of justice and liberty
kinship and commonality
While privately serving another agenda
A darker spectrum of secrecy and subterfuge
Violence and division
War and an overwhelming lust for exploitation
and absolute control
over those they pretend to represent
They are not for the people like they say they are
They are liars and deceivers who despise the whole
of common humanity
And attempt to block its path to advancement at every turn
Puppets on a string who are shaken and jerked
into acting only in accordance with a specific wavelength
by their masters in the shadows
A motley crew of rogue demi-gods and a wastrel elite
of cold-blooded psychopaths and philanderers
Spiders playing the long game, watching with dark fathomless eyes
Lurking in the glare of store fronts and street lamps
Waiting to gorge on a banquet of flames

Frequency Modulation
Listen to what I say, do exactly what I say
When I count to three you will begin to wake up
One
Two…..
A permanent bad news stream of poor weather and impending
natural disasters
The toxic war in the Middle East
One
Two…..
Home made terrorist boogie men and cartoon media despots
frantically trying to acquire an armoury of primitive nuclear spears
One
Two…..
Knife wielding teenagers and gun toting crack dealers
operating with impunity on our filthy, vandalised streets
One
Two…..
Devil dogs and paedophiles, meteorites and murders
One
Two…..
Global financial markets in meltdown, in crisis
Volcanoes burning themselves down to the plug
One
Two…..
Frequency control to lock us all in to survival mode
To keep us nailed in to our own skin
To make us feel suspicious of our neighbour and anxious
about what the future might bring
Grinding us down into the dirt
One
Two…..
Forcing us to compete with one another
when we all should be working to raise ourselves up
Not fighting and waging war
One
Two…..
Not lowering the vibrational fields so we are easier
to manipulate and control
One
Two…..
Frequency modulation to produce a negative harvest of loosh essence
Pinning us down, restricting our growth
One
Two…..
Stopping us from becoming who we truly are
Making us forget what we came here to do

Three

Let’s not give our power away
Wake up before it gets too late
Before we’ve all got spy cams in our homes and been micro-chipped
like cattle and sheep
Before we are all dumbed down to a zombie race
of mindless, unquestioning consumers
Before we are weakened by a genocide virus and our children
mass vaccinated with experimental poly-pills and brain toxic stews
With deadly mind numbing compounds like mercury and squalene
aluminium and serum grade formaldehyde and antifreeze
I have an idea:
Switch off the TV and the radio
Unplug the Playstation and the I-pod
The cellphone and the broadband connection
Then find the button to turn on your own mind
Get clear
Stand up and resist

Gods Of Love And False Ideals
A loving god would have set things up without the need
to kill for food, or to rape the Earth
for territory and natural resources
The god of love
would not sack a city
or snuff out a whole civilization
the way they have been in the past
A loving god would value the whole of life
as sacred and precious
and would hold it in the highest esteem
Coveting each tiny microbe
and parasite as much as
the mighty elephant or whale
The god of love would have the capacity
to see into the very core of life
and would know that all living things
have incalculable merit
and are inextricably linked
All lifeforms would be valued
for their distinct resonance
and harmonic frequency
For the vibrational imprint
they give to the Earth
For the codes their cells transmit
through the gentle, elliptic profundity
of their peaceful co-existing
Not as a food source to be scythed down
when the time is ripe
Not something to be bludgeoned
to death or shot at for sport
But something to be respected for its
sovereign relation to the whole
For its uniqueness and natural diversity
For its true electric nature
The glowing incandescent blood song
of vibrant inner knowledge
Sweet fire

Wisdom Herbs And Teacher Plants
Consider for a moment, the trees and the grasses
Wisdom herbs and teacher plants
How they harvest the sunlight and yearn only
for the alchemy of clean
water and healthy, nutritious soil
How they roll with the natural cycles of nature
and the orderly seasons of the Earth
How they live in harmony
and foster symbiotic relationships
with other plants and creatures
in order to develop and mature
How they are connected
with one another
in all kinds of simple and complex ways
How they emanate an ageless, inscrutable
intelligence far beyond our own
Theirs can be a template for the whole of existence
Theirs can be a model on which we could all live by
Taking only what we need and not what we can hoard
Sharing and sustainably managing our resources
Co-operating with one another for the greater common good
Opening our hearts to the endless possibilities
of our expansive human Spirit

Earth
This majestic planet is a reference library for creation
Containing records of DNA and creator codes
encrypted in the maps of leaves
and the immutable, singing molecules
of gracious crystalline stone
A beautiful, voluptuous living organism
for Spirit to experience
the exhilarating journey of rasping physicality
A dazzling luminous jewel of irrepressible magnitude
Where the sovereign flame of raw creativity
burns endlessly
like a firework of emancipated bliss
A breathless helter-skelter ride of amazing sensual
experience and miraculous, vibrant energy
A paradise of astonishment and inexhaustible vitality
Of boundless invention and quivering
breathtaking ecstasy
A circuit for Spirit to flow through
in all its innumerable forms
A place of infinite love and a learning zone
for the continuous evolution
of all planetary consciousness
This is Earth, shimmering gorgeously
aqueous blue
in the velvety darkness of space
Lit by the loving radiance of the Sun
Sacred to all her indigenous people
To all those who match her immaculate
electrifying resonance
By harmonising with her seasons
and aligning their hearts
to the purity and selflessness of her giving
Whose waters are vital and elemental
and whose soils
are the primary alluvial medium
of wondrous magical alchemy
Sparking us into being
Celebrating and consolidating our essence
Where all things come to grow and blossom
for the briefest interval of time
Before fading and returning to dust

Caught In A Trap
A web has been spun around this world
and set in place so expertly, so insidiously
That those it is designed to ensnare
have little perception of its very existence
A network of pure diamond translucence
and awesome shimmering luminosity
Staggeringly sized
and flowing effortlessly across time
And worming through portals
and spatial dimensions
Immeasurable circuit of spirals
Ageless, incomprehensible geometry
Built with the finest, most intricate gossamer
coils of light
Incomparable and voluminous
Exquisite and beautiful
A matrix of fire
demanding ever more energy to feed it
Not just the dark negatives
of fear and sorrow
Submissiveness and passivity
But also the higher frequencies
of love and harmony
Truth and the pure joyous states
of rapture and exuberance
Lightning sentient intelligence
and irrepressible human consciousness
Jealously guarded and hidden from view
By a warrior elite of meta raiders
and master geneticists
Who blocked the Earth’s
cognizant imprint to all outside influence
Disguising her radiance and lush
harmonic field
And sublimating her channel
Keeping her bounty locked
inside a frozen sarcophagus of tears

The Apparatus Of Fear
Everything is in place, deeply embedded within
the common
fabric of our waking reality
Propped up and enforced
by a dark phalanx
of homicidal cohorts and agents
Labyrinthine inner circles
and secret societies
Impenetrable governmental departments
Pompous, male dominated institutions
An army of obsequious pen-pushing bureaucrats
and hand-wringing shills
Layers on layers
Where men stand behind curtains
pulling levers
And producing klaxon wails to terrify
and dissipate the crowds
The designers of Pharaohs
and Frankenstein emperors
Of composite teleprompter presidents
Slick, profligate subterranean bankers
Soulless doomsday simulacrum
pontiffs and mullahs
Bloodthirsty instigators of witch hunts
and ruthless pogrom purges
across recorded time
Masters of the occult
and fiendish promoters
of subtle energy capture symbolism
The designers of granite
and limestone monolith antennae
Macabre machine coded domed amplifiers
Harum scarum gargoyles
and scaly halloween cult architecture
Purveyors of war
and needless, premature death
Manipulators of etheric fields and history
Liars and deceivers
Warmongers and hucksters
Control freaks, hypocrites, misogamists
Cheerleaders of anger and despair
A warped pantheon of parasites and vampires
binging on the energy of the human race
Siphoning off life force
and feeding it to their masters and false gods

Sounding The Alarm
We could spin this thing around if we wanted to
Dismantle and recalibrate the whole system
By converting it to an alternative energy source
With love and with truth
With integrity and compassion
Something which stands on its own and shines
within its own inextinguishable light
By recognising the unity in all things
By just saying No!
By lifting ourselves out of the pit of chaos and servitude
Deception and extreme selfish desire
By raising ourselves up and expanding our consciousness
To get educated so we can become serious participants in the game
and not unknowing victims trapped in an illusion of fear
To see through all their tricks and manipulations
By cutting off their power and resonating
with independence and free will
And reconnecting with our infinite nature, our primary source
The electricity of Spirit flowing through the immensity
and multi-dimensional spaces of our hearts
Leading us further away from tyranny and the horrors of war
Replenished by the Sun and the enervating charge
of an emancipated Earth
Towards a freedom of the mind and a galaxy
of jubilant, visionary stars
Into a pure state of knowing
Where we can remember our common purpose
and be true to ourselves
The only way home

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