RETICULAR OF TIME TRAVEL

The  Demise of Dmuzi by the Tree and Initiation of Inanna through  Strife There is a story of ancient times of me and my soul mate; Inanna and Dmuzi and I remember how he died and why.  It is a silly story really about building of ignorance that led to the teachings of Inanna in the temples of her lands ruled with other members of her family.  She taught the workers in the temples because of his death to know of things that are mysterious to many to this day.  Inanna and Dmuzi had a quarrel about wisdom by   the tree where they had come to wisdom about genetics and the learning of the symbolism of many trees. Dmuzi said, "I am the shepherd  and I am desiring to bring people from town to bring them to the wisdom of the tree. To bring to them here to see this one first." Inanna said, "they are in ignorance about things we know we are winged Gods of gold our new society they are engineered from our seed and the ovum of the goddess. These w...

THE GIVING FACTORY So exalted I shone resplendent and they swooped upon me like vultures preying on carrion having been eagles prior they worked as vultures for now carrying away flesh from my body. This they put into others the ounce of gold from an pound of flesh mine transmuted glowing as that ounce of gold or more. The reserved and fearful and those not seeing their wealth now felt invincible or at least less ignorant than before about the nature of their being glowed some offered engineering. The curse of the golden feather became real.  They visited the place of the oldest sink known to mankind with a loaf of bread to offer much flesh had been stripped that my wealth was stolen as they offered me flesh from the uninitiated to lower the glow to create the illusion the angel never happened.  Others in another place were told they were lesser because of their riches little gods who had awaken god enough to have wild success; people I wrote films fo...

WEEDS IN THE GARDEN OF GRAND DESIGN I sat stunned at crossing they left and smirked and I was abolished in that moment of my friends having polished off my finesse and leaving me with a purse snatching full of grime.  Shocked. Disgusted. Plummeting  into the abyss of the deranged craftily building their success on lies, deceit and theft of something they coveted and jealously desired to be un authenticly. Spies,  I realize they had spied and crafted a new design and so then as they approached and launched the new attitude of hip, successful, redesigned and smooth as me looking at me as if I was not there or lesser or grimed with their failures their past placed upon me like a faux fur cunningly put on my shoulders to stay cold in at night without cold fire .   So I looked in my self and the diamond starlight shone through cleaning the grimed purse I tossed in the trash and one day I knew they would crawl by that garbage can and lo...