Spice Up My Little Life Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Ah, a soft sigh - our guardian angel takes care
of us till we grow into our own higher self - though
we retain individual self-identity, consciousness
expands right into a collective - sweet release
from existential angst indeed - I rejoice to think

Finally we shall enter in the Fifth Kingdom to be-
come superhuman beings called The Planetary
Hierarchy who might incarnate to teach humanity,
but sadly, the story goes they were banished by
the people 12 000 years ago and since then

Mankind has been fighting non-stop - today this
group is active on the etheric plane, they send
esoteric information to advanced disciples who
publish it openly on the Internet where delighted
seekers read it avidly - although the Planetary

Hierarchy never communicate with me directly -
arcane knowledge is reserved for those considered
absurd in normal society; what would I give to join
their ranks, become a channel revealing news from
the Hierarchy, run the risk of being considered

A heretic by the church and a lost schizophrenic by
the hapless psychiatric brotherhood - ah, no - I shall
also work behind the scenes otherwise I'll lose my
dream of caring for my little family, if the Planetary
Hierarchy is clever enough to hide from humanity

I shall follow suit and just read what their ardent
disciples publish openly, no need for cults or sects,
they say, in this way I keep ‘au fait' with the amazing
mysteries which spice up my little life…

[27 January 2015]