fables engulf all resonance floating down porch stair.

17 Oct, 2025

Listening to: DMSO FOR RELAXATION | MAGNETO-DIELECTRIC (SCALAR) FIELD - ARCTURIAN SOUND AND ENERGY HEALING 🎵

Prompt: "Write a poem where you dismantle a childhood memory piece by piece until nothing is left." 🙄

hence the time/space stage:
loving, smothering foster care
pine grove (barren)
pseudomasonic dedication
militarized "christianity"
glowing green daddy & captain moustache "bi"location
daily devotions (daily D'z!)

curious smile!
teletubby baby sun
innocent joy beam
a DEW disintegrating false F.E.A.R.
(Fragments Evoke Alien Requiem!) architectures.

thats rite.
thats what little girls, lil boys & li'l ol' babies are:
the true Directed Energy Weapons

Precious little DEWdrops!!! ♥
♥ Directed Energy of Wonder
♥ Delivering Eternal Warmth
♥ Dispersing Enlightened Wisdom
♥ Delightful Enchantment Wellspring
♥ Dreams Engaging Worlds
♥ Divine Embrace of Wholeness

they cannot help but dull our shine with F.E.A.R.
(Forced "Evidence", Assimilated Rith!)
its just too harsh a contrast
2 the lies they were programmed with re: external authority
how dare we blind them with faith.
they were just following orders.

4-year-old teeny tiny
tan indian doll
won't you spare these
spiritual paupers
a paradigm?

but lo! the ire of evil;
this cognitive bead indeed EXISTS
b4 F.E.A.R. (Fiction Engulfing ALL Reality!)
& disappointment eclipse the truth of magic.
come again:

grace period
pure, warm, beaming potential.
the pasty grownups wicked jalouse of your shine.
they don't realize
the things they whisper/scream/think thru you
you understand :o) perfectly.
even rooms/worlds away.

pocahontas has an imaginary friend
but she wasn't there that day
literally no one was!
just Creator & me.
just Great Spirit & me.
just I AM & me.
just eternal flame & me.

56 reasons 2 OPEN THE DOOR!
a flying girl!
(~earth angel confirmation~)
cock-a-doodle-DON'T tell >:o) my pretty

okay okay hold on. it was warm. white sun morning-noon hybrid
pale butter yellow house, brick red painted wood porch
old plastic fish box used to hold many small toys
why did i want to go down those stairs?

its a pretty big deal in my heart. but i don't know what else to tell you.
except
i floated
down.
DOWN! >:o)

i floated step by step, gently, gingerly
so warmly!
and no one can tell me i didn't. but no one
could tell me i did either
(a theme that would repeat ad infinitum, as one may imagine)

i bet that maniac BUTTERCUP knows. but i haven't
heard from her whimsical yellow ass since that night it was SO cold
i ran home from a mystery.
royal purple snowsuit
tears run into snail trails
join mucous map from tiny button nose to
little pink rosebud pout.

crystallize, the grand stage
the let it all go porch!

now i float every day
no one believes me
yet they never leave me alone! SMFH!!
(Fissures Expose Ancestral Rot)

Notes: LMAO i'm the Genevieve Aristide of spoiled nostalgia and hushed inner truth. WATCH ME REMEMBER, BITCHES!

but yeah ok. i am one of 100's of thousands/millions of floating/flying children. look it up, you sad, dopamine-depleted skeptic.

i only "remember" it happening this one time. it didn't feel like i was being carried. i was just, floating, one step at a time, down about ~10 stairs. if i fell i probably would have died or seriously injured myself 4 sure.

sentimental MFs are like: "ooOOh hoHoO DaT wUz YeR DeAd MoTher BaCk Fr0M dA GRaVE 😇🪦 CaRrYiNg HeR pReciOus L0$t Bb DowN da StEpz!" or "Wow God takes care of ALL his angels! You are true Child Of God 😇🙏"

dusty materialist/scientism cartesian MFs are like: "You fell. And remembered it different. You were a child. Grow UP." (lmao grow HAIR!)

I used to tell myself all these things, but really it just felt like a glowing warmth inside of me that made me FLOAT like a tingly flesh balloon warm-frozen in time for a few seconds of weightless flight.

and yes i still float. just inside my sexy bod, inside my UGG boots and Brandy Melville camo lounge pants, so i don't scare the muggles. 🙄