The Sun And Velikovsky [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The Sun And Velikovsky [revised]



Sun at its zenith, so bright a golden shine the light in
the microwave seems to be broken – only notice it’s
fine at night – the sun’s reflection on tiles, glass and
white curtains strong, hurting my eyes yet outside
dry grass looks grey in weak light – how marvellous
to see the sunlight enhanced by its golden reflection
on beautiful objects I love

Drenched in it I reread Velikovsky’s advice for a
different chronology of ancient history; why early
mythology is analogous of catastrophe, great deluges,
hurricanes – how the ancients venerated 7 planets
representing 7 ages to compel nature never to bring
cataclysms again; meteorites turn aside in our age
or are repelled into space – which suggests

Intelligent energy benignly approves evolution’s
way, life forms were enormous back then, when
earth’s gravity changed the present Age took
shape making gigantic beasts unable to move
around, Velikovsky’s theories enlarge reality
which always seems to be smothering me, I
love reading what frees imagination

From the intellectual chains of left-brain
rational thinking…


[ORIGINAL: ]

The sun at its zenith yet his golden shine was so bright
the microwave light seemed to be broken, only tonight
it was possible to see it’s still fine, the sun’s reflection
on tiles, white curtains and glass was so strong it hurt
my eyes yet outside dry grass looked grey in the weak
light - how marvellous to see the sun enhanced by his
reflection on objects I love

Sitting in the sun I reread Velikovsky’s arguments for
a different chronology of ancient history; why ancient
mythology is an analogy of cataclysms - great deluge
and hurricanes – how the ancients venerated 7 planets
representing 7 ages to convince nature never to bring
cataclysms again; in our age meteorites turn aside or
are repelled into space which suggests

That benevolent, intelligent energy approves of the
direction evolution took, previous life forms were
enormous and when earth’s gravity changed the
present world age took shape making it impossible
for gigantic beasts to move around, Velikovsky’s
theories enlarge reality which always seems to
be smothering me, I love reading everything

That frees the imagination from the chains with
which we were all bound as kids…

Saturday 22 June 2013

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