The Road to Rome

A Poem, Screenshots and autumnal photos

What do you think of when you think of Rome? This poem was inspired party by

Aaron Waddell

and partly by conversations had related to gnosticism, Rome, The Doctrine of Discovery, the Grandmother Anna books and topics apropos to my earlier post and the one on synthetic spirituality from a while ago. I also thought about the Romans Road tracts from the Methodist church I attended so many years ago for the first time in a while writing the piece on my love life. I was going to do an audio of the poem but I was led to make an introductory video instead.

What do you think when you think of Rome?

Do you think of Romeo or Romain Salad

Or Saladin?

Do you think do as they do in Rome?

Or about secrets hidden beneath a Dome

In some Cave in some Tomb?

Do you think all roads lead to Rome?

And if you do,

What would you find

If you went inside

Would it be full of integrity

Truly kind?

What you want to rewind

And choose anew

So choices honor that which is Love

In the other, as well as in You?

Would Romeo be eating a Salad

Next to Saladin

While Juliet cried Where Art Thou Romeo?

When from Rome

The inquisitors once did seeking death roam

I wonder

Did they find one or two people practicing actual dark arts

And instead of calling out those of their own ranks

They chose the lower ones

Pulling their carts?

And how many herbalists and benevolent magickal women

Died

Were tortured

Because of those farts?

In Rome

They hire the Swiss to guard the Dome

I like the cheese with holes

But I would like to dismiss

Those in Davos

With White Washed Nazi ties

Those intellectual descendents

Of H.G Wells

Transhumanist Eugenecists

Like Epstein

And the Suits

Samuel Pisar

To Pfizer

Technology Transfers

Beyond the Sovereignty of Nations

Who is their advisor?

Beyond Nations

What about Peoples

And Unique Expressions

Of Sovereign Divinity

In Harmony

With and with Reverence for All Life

Beyond Mosques

Synogogues

And Temples

Beyond CIA Cutouts

And controlled stencils

Saudi, Israeli

Gnostic Nazi

To Anthony Fauci

Kinda feel grouchy

Why do so many of influence come from Catholic Backgrounds

Or the Virgin Islands

But it’s not just the Catholics or the right wing or

Those who want to define us as pro or against

The Sino

When the real Scene is all the same

Whoever, wherever absolute control and censorship

Are defined as benevolent

Like Aldous Huxley’s

Brave New World

The Ultimate Revolution

Such Convolution

And Darwin and his evolution

That so quickly led to Galton

And his friends

Sterilization and annihilation the means

To justify their ego-god worshipping ends

Oh Rome

In any Robe

Where you rob

Humanity of our natural rights

Where authoritarianism of any stripe rules

They use innocent people’s deepest needs as tools

Guilt or passion

Pride or Fear

Love or Compassion

They’ll turn it to any gear

If it will only get your ear

To your heart

So that you will

Obey

Or BEWARE - come what may

In Rome

And in the cults under her skirt

Or the suit of Epstein

And his cronies

The bodies

And those

Always hurt those they can the

The same

The Indigenous

The Children

Those taken from Africa

Who slaves became

Those who tip their hat to the cape

While the lower and upper eschelon

Proceeds with rape

Their role is the schill

Oh Rome

Better roads

More military

Infrastructure

Obfuscating access to the truth

The original non-transparent ones

The forebears of development

But I think they went way too far

It was too much of an envelopment

Maybe peoples should elope with the land

Loving and honoring her

Instead of conquering 

Or trying to Lure

Let my heart be pure

So that I can be sure

If I walk through Rome

As all do

Or lay in the loam

I will find my way

I will Trust the Inner Compass

Compassion

Unhijacked

Truth

To the Bare

The Bone

The Marrow

The Soul

Awake in every cell

The gnosis

I know

Loves to matter while I’m in this form

Refuses to conform

Ascends by descending in

Enfleshing just like the Christ

Cells come alive with my vivid unicorn light

No cult, left nor right

Shall separate me from the invincible light

Or the womb of no-thing

Black, sacred, holy space

Births my joyous eternal faceless face

Beyond form I am

I am in this form

I will find this first in my own sovereign divinity

That I share with all others

Because when I followed the road

Away from Rome

I realized

When I find my sovereign divinity

Within me

That is shared with all others

Equally

I am

Home

Love

By Alicia Kwon

--From Psychelics & Fascism by David Livingston

Ibid

• Wikipedia

From Aeon.com:

The unicorn wanted to talk, but I had an intuition “not now.” I was dancing, but I could have paused. I was deeper than that. So I smiled, waived, and kept dancing and staring at the trees. Eventually a woman I know but only occasionally with to happened by with her dog. We made small talk (I can if I’m led to, but it doesn’t last) and then I asked her if she had done anything special this weekend or had anything fun planned. She told me she is looking forward to making a nice dinner. We both grooved on the sunshine that is stunning today. Then she asked me the same question. I told her about the lovely outing for brunch with my honey and about working on poetry, enjoying the beauty of the day and doing some research. Well, then I started blurting out about did you know about MKultra. That’s how long small talk lasts with me. She hadn’t heard of it, so I give her a brief synopsis, including referencing the piece NPR did on in 2020 lest anything be inclined to put it in the conspiracy theory box. My conversation partner was quite concerned. At the end of it all I observed how the thing I find most troubling is that often these types of programs, once something gets leaked or otherwise put into the public space to a sufficient degree, they tend to say they stopped it but then go underground with a different name, or remove it completely from visibility. Then just as out of the blue as bringing up the topic, I said, “Wouldn’t it be nice…I know this might sound crazy…but if we all just decided to live in a world of genuine integrity and love?

“That would be lovely wouldn’t it?” said the woman with her dog. ‘That would be just absolutely lovely.’

I saw her face etched with compassion, concern, a prayer unspoken, perhaps even to God, but the wish - the prayer in the sense of something from the deepest place in your heart, was there.

“I truly believe, in the deepest place possible inside me that all that would need to happen for us to to do that is decide that it is possible.”