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Outside the window a new world hangs

beautiful and strange.

For within the cosmic womb

stella novas are birthed.

Fluxing in unison

with each breath drawn.

Transfixed gaze

serenity pools and weaves an auric cloud.

Of rainbow hues

beyond the circumfere.

Upon celestial winds

echoes resonate.

Vibrational frequency

permeates every molecule, atom, cell.

Coarsing in crested circular motion

Charged electrified nerve ends amping core.

Rapid repeation implosion.

The spark of life.


Singing a sonnet

created from the beloved.

An orchestrated ballad of SELF

Spanning invward spanning outward.

Becoming a conduit of sound and color.

Drawing me further back to the beginning.

Embyroic cord

that tethers and frays.

A silken thread

pulsing synergenetic concerto. Plucked upon matrix strings.

Interwined chemtrails cascading stardust upon universe's breath.....


Am a child of the moon.

Being raised by the sun.

In a world

walked by stars and a sky drawn with flowers.

-Zara Ventris-.

©Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ~ XERCES~ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ(Bella

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Comment by Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ~ XERCES~ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ on February 15, 2017 at 11:28am

as I pondered what you wrote..it is my opinion that our energy fragments temporarily...as this shell we are in..
begins to burn away..energy is released..minute atoms of vibration/frequency..that pull back together like a magnet..attracting other atoms to form a spiralling shelll of complete oneness-a matrix of electrodes persay that fuels a new consciousness--a higher one emanates source....as all become a new energy field within the celestials..of coarse this doesn't apply to all..

for some when a decision to fragment was made perhaps the journey was not completed....the path yet to be finished..breaking apart ..held within suspension..upon a silken thread...woven when one has completed whatever their mission was here upon this plateau...
hmmm not sure if this makes sense as my thoughts are running into overtime..trying to sort them out..lol.....

Comment by Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ~ XERCES~ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ on February 13, 2017 at 11:04am

How eloquently put my friend..your words "we are all little papillions flitting away doing our own flights from flower to flower sampling the nectars of life on this stop journey upon earth." profound with a depths of truth..beautifully expressed!!!....

" The physical world, including our bodies, is a response of the observer. We create our bodies as we create the experience of our world." ~Deepak Chopra ~
(Photo by: Cameron Cameron Gray Edit by: http://babblzoom.tumblr.com/ )
as we hit the pause button...shedding this human coccoon....releasing the energy within..

Forming a starlit silouette The univrersal being of all surrounding. Mirroring the myriads of uncontained molecules. As the heart core explodes into cosmic fragmentation. Becoming that which it was before transformational design the unborn seed of creation.....
The very "Core" of Source Itself....

Comment by Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ~ XERCES~ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ on February 12, 2017 at 10:26am

I am a huge fan of Lisa Gerrard..incooperating her videos into my prose ..being I am a very visual person..conveying what I see and feel thru my words-imagery and the audible...Love "Vespers"..Anastasis is a fav..hmmm rather love them all lol...her voice speaks to the soul...

I am in full agreeance with what you wrote..as we are creators..the universe existed as we the artisant beings..through consciouness created the various mosiacs of existence..through thought, energy, ..the spark within ..good & bad....creation-destruction..is but ours ..when the last breath is drawn - it reignites....differing with each person..another journey..or to become the light of source itself...etc......
"ever fluent, ever in motion with the fluxing breath of creation- creating an untapped pallet of infinitys landscape."

~For within this universe lies an open canvas of created beauty. We being the artisans that see all surrounding. The enchanting mysteries that lie beyond our waking eyes and held in the dreams that span our imaginations. The cosmic pallet of creation to which we design and journey upon an esthreal path of unity.~
oiiii I could go on and on lol..with all that I see-feel........Blessings...Be Well (:
Comment by Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ~ XERCES~ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ on February 11, 2017 at 10:44am

transfixed not.. for it cycles in continous motion as does the universe within.


layer upon layer... created design beyond created design... infinitys kiss of evermore..
of existence beyond that which cages us..
that of flesh and bone........
another layer to which we in human form are....
"a "Luminous cocoon" of awareness !"..


Comment by Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ~ XERCES~ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ on February 11, 2017 at 10:32am

Well said Seeing the Whisper-as yes many see it but most do not feel it. As vibration/synenergy fluxs inward..outward..as concsciousness is everflowing within the celestial matrix ..for  illusion or reality is created by the very tones one feels..when one taps into the stream..becoming it...thoughts become uncontained. For within this sphere of  unconsious-conscious state....words transform ..as I tap tap tap out what I see/feel..sharing a journey  to which I become the creator so to speak:

A being of minute energy particles..magnetically structured..the thread with no beginning nor end....weaving and twisting into human form...existing within reality.s.. glass dome..as atomic atoms, molecules burst into stardust..cascading upon a layered canvas..that of this holographic background ..to which self is the artisan designer... frozen statis awaiting to be rebirthed..where a new journey begins..and a new layer is added........

" self has no centre, it is not a unity but an assemblage of parts, any number of which may temorarily club together and call themselves "I". This accords with the observation that our subjective experience consists of our various selves experiencing each other."
As flesh & bone are shed...transforming into a conduit of the celestials...as I put forth this thought..What If?
What If?
We were children-baby universes of a Black Hole..within the center ..the eternal womb of infinity

that gives birth.....to multitudes of constellations- breaking apart as a infant is formed made of stardust branching outwards like invisble limbs of a tree....disappearing to be merged later..in another time continum as separate multiverses yet mirrored to each other.....encased inside a cosmic embryoic sack....

floating upon ethreal waves as a cosmic storm sends white bolts of energy to each ..pulsing and charging each stardust particle ..drawing them together as a magnetized nucleaus -the very core/heart of this baby universe-as energy is amped -celestial conciousness is created...now what if-in this conciousness the baby universe
creates images- that of us..we being a hologram being as infant creates life ..upon a stellar projector... each hologram being is projected to other planes/realms/universes within the solar system...a falling star dust grain..

transforms into a human -multidimensional 3D prototype...of past present future- as baby universe expands and grows so do these prototypes..the stages of life itself..each at a fixed destination..perhaps this baby universe is creating it's reality ..for all things are alive or have life yes..long an short who is not to say we are only holographic manifestations..maybe I am but only a animated film frame..brought to existence from the child universe that is me... ...perhaps may be so far fetched or maybe I am but a dreamer whose imagination has run wild..but is it not the dreamers who create?..the thinkers who bring things to the forefront....crazy maybe but then again some of the greatest minds in history were deemed crazy or possessed ( not that I compare myself nor put myself even in their league)..as they were met with confrontation..exhiled..locked away for thinking outside the box..the norm.daring to believe in their dreams or thoughts..oiii I believe the impossible is possible.. what if- life as we know it-goes beyond any answer ..for there is the unknown-and who really knows what the truth is when the truth to creation is an untapped realm of possibities....for are we not the creators of our own reality- of that which lies within and beyond this universe..or are we all individual universes projecting and being projected.....just ranting thoughts from the mind of me- one who exists within a bubble being blow out from sources preverbial pipe...

-Stardust 2 STARDUST..

 I am the chameleon of linear time.

The demagnetization of Gates and interdimensional

dance of SELF..

The Wandering Star

travelling  on a cosmic journey; Stardust

swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity..

Comment by Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ~ XERCES~ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ on February 9, 2017 at 11:27am

Deepest of Gratitude Seeing the Whisper for taking time to read and comment on my prose. As I but etch out the words spoken to thy ear. The echoes that reverbate upon crested waves deep within the obsidian sea above. For the very core of Me is but the conduit to that which is seen, heard,felt beyond the visible..now made visible..as a single strand vibrates..the cord that connects me to thy Self and all...as I but leave this poetic composition..from thy pen to this blank canvas...the very song of the celestials.....

~Una Furtiva Lagrima~

Eyes cast downwards

core centrifuge igniting.

Flesh becoming opaque

as astral manifestion unfolds.

Celestial thought pattern created.

Dna ladder

upon a single matrix rung.


ascending higher and higher.

To the center of source.


symphony octavus serenade.

Deep within

this ethreal amphitheatre.

Harmonic kaielscope

hues of azure, magenta, emerald turquoise amethyst,

amber, indigo, voilet claret weave endlessly.

Cosmic tapestry

of all surrounding.

Of universes heart

beating orchestrated emotion ..

in motion.

Being plucked string by string.

As reverbating notes

encompass and cocoon.

Illuminanence light

fluxing within a vortex.

Pulsing magnitude

the inward, the outward

Eclipsed grandeur

cascading jewel

Una furtive lagrima.

Cystalline prestine diamond prism of beauty. A single silken thread tethered.

Upon an invisible

umbilic chrysalis shatters.

Infusion..cohesion..embodiment of all

Logos light


Xerces of the heavens

reborn upon stellar winds.


spanning the esthreals

resonating clandescent flapping.

Echoing the song of Self

of wandering stars.

Adrift within the obsidian sea

mirrored words..mirrored tears

in the name of...

Mother of Love-Mater amoris- śukra शुक्र Mother of Life-Genitrix vitae- Pṛthvī Mātā- -मोथेृ नतुरे Creator of all- of spirit-Conditoris omnium-spiritus-छ्रेअतोर् ओf अल्ल् -ओf स्पिरित् Your silent cry I hear-audio tacitis mutua clamor

I can see it ..feel it-

Ego eam videre possunt,sentio

For we all are part and particle

of these our beloveds

For their sorrow is ours-Sublevarent suum moerorem nostrum-faोृ थेिृ सोऱोw िs ोुृs

For their existence is ours to cherish -Incommutabilem esse earum foveat-faोृ थेिृ ेxaिsतेnचे िs ोुृs छेरिsh

To honor -to die for-Honorare moriar!- तो होनोृ तो दिे faोृ

For this is the Heart of Everything!!! As Above..So Below..

As Within..

©Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ~ XERCES~ Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ(Bella)


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