The Same Golden Line 3. Poem by Margaret Alice

The Same Golden Line 3.



Reading a summary of Sitchin’s books by his
fanatical devotee, wanting to rewrite history,
inserting emotional comments, spoiling the
effects of a scientific text, trying to prove we
are slaves created by alien intelligence

But the story unfolding is as nebulous as all
the other versions of history we have already
come across, yet revealing the principles of
truth, wisdom and integrity have always
been the lodestar of the thinking mind

Preserving those who adhere to it - I close the
book with a sigh, detesting tales of exploitation
and immorality that lead to death and war, while
I trace the same golden line through all history and
myths: True salvation lies in wisdom

And self-discipline, rules of ethics allow men to live
and die in peace – my quest is to live in wisdom’s bliss,
to define the sublime, to experience nirvana in creating
and disseminating the beauty found in harmony and
melody; to die in peace, satisfied

That I have reached for the unreachable star
together with the Man of La Mancha....


Mesmerising Me 2.

Being a goddess is very well until the
time when heightened consciousness
and higher awareness are in the way of
pulling back into the brain and preparing
lunch of something quite mundane

Returning to routine mind-sets comes as a
relief – emotions half-asleep, comforting
robotic actions allowing us to draw back
into our shell; boring, everyday persons
behind our eyes

A mood of elation being quite fantastic, but
coming down from the heights to get on with
life is required, playing at being a love goddess
is wonderful for a while; living life outside your-
self, away from your own mind

Observing self from somewhere else, as private
as a circus artist high above, soon becomes un-
comfortable - after playing I was someone else;
I came to rest within myself, reading an esoteric
book for self-inflicted pain

Once again detesting the immoral beings in
Sitchin’s devoted disciple’s epistles based on
cuneiform scripts in clay, rendered in the most
horrific English – mesmerising me against
my will...


Ancient Clay Tablets 1.

Reading Zechariah Sitchin’s theories regarding
the content of ancient Babylonian clay tablets
is always depressing, the technologically advanced
Annunaki from planet Niburu, practically immortal,
were morally and ethically completely barbaric,
without a clue about principles and ethical codes,
without reverence for life and understanding of
personal freedom; they are held up as an advanced
race – I don’t want to revere or acknowledge them,
I prefer the development of humankind today; thanking
his intellectually superior disciple for summarising
Sitchin’s books succinctly, but we are doing very nicely
without emulating ancient barbarian cultures promoting
enslavement and moral depravity, we have that area
well covered already, thank you!

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