Earthly Embrace

Some News

Fuck this new world politics,
Where breaking news is a broken stick,
Expressive citizens are getting knicked,
And the elite are ruling with their shadowy fists.

I refuse to bend my knee,
To this twisted fuck-fest
Between parliament and monarchy,
That is slowly claiming all of my civil liberties.

Welcome to a generation full of resent,
Minds grasping the freeing realisation
That everything you present
Is a lie,
Designed to keep us fearful all the while.

With all my love I say fuck you and die,
Because I understand what your soul has signed,
And your purpose in the universe may be justified.
But believe me,
We are not friends,
Not until we reach the other side.

~Jack J

Lifting of the Crown

A beautiful sparkle
Manifest in that central
Nest of your spring.
An eternal spring,
Streaming through
Your rocky person,
Growing ever smoother,
Polished, refined,
Ready.

Set.

Ascend.
A moving sparkle,
Powerful rush
Of Cosmic senses.
Accept the hand
That lifts the crown,
And see what is to be found
At the Source
Of all springs.

~Jack J

The Tunnel

Cannot escape this numbness,
It is binding.
It does not course,
And it does not spread,
It simply is,
It is and it’s winding.

Now its not one to mind
What you choose
And are left wanting.
For what have you been doing?
Nothing of note, now left
Clutching back Fate, that golden hare
That bounds through the meadow
Not tended to.

Did you enjoy the acquaintance with shortness,
Amongst that final breath?
Now you walk the wedding aisle,
Marrying what may be eternity.
Eternal heaven, eternal hell, eternal nothing,
Or eternal recounting of what?

The Hare may be stroked,
Led and looked after,
Or left to be chased by wolves
And suckered by weeds.
Whether it shows you its true master,
Or lets you taste the many thorns,
It will always simply be.

~ Jack J

Admiral of the Astral

I awoke into semi-consciousness. The tug was unbearable. My body was surely splitting in two. It was as though the stationary part of me had snorted copious amounts of ketamine and this new, adventurous, splintering off, bodily awareness was a vibratory mess. The vibrations would crudely collide into each other like a jigsaw disco, something beautiful and wholesome being born from the chaos. Bright flashes.

*****

“Off we go, matey!” whirled into my ears as I travelled at what felt like a trillion miles per hour, being dragged along by a calloused hand. Eclectic experiences were no surprise to me, being the acid monkey that I am, but this was certainly something new – especially given I went to bed sober. But oh, what a rush! Pure ecstasy coursed through my body as space and time pitifully vanished into meaningless abstract concepts. I felt everything and nothing, as though I was simply being and being so at an indescribable pace – a pace that doesn’t exist, both infinitely fast and infinitely slow. Whatever was happening, I couldn’t help but shout ‘fuck’ over and over and over again.
I appeared before a fluffy accumulation of pink clouds that spelt out the word ‘LOVE’. “Beautiful, isn’t it, matey?” asked the man of calloused hands. I eyed him up and down. He wore a fancy, frilly shirt, which carried the aroma of exotic cigars, tucked into fitting trousers of equal elegance. Barely blemished boots came up to his knees and they were of swashbuckling style, much like the casual belt that hung at his hips, carrying a sheathed sword and various nautical oddments. The man himself had the most glorious of goatees, like my own, accompanied by beaded locks that dared to dangle out of what was, quite frankly, the coolest admiral’s hat I had ever seen – essentially a concoction of disco garb and pirate vintage.
“Yes…” was all I managed to say in response to his question, following a long moment of silent appreciation of the man. At no point did he remove his wolfish grin, however, giving me all of eternity to stare at him in an intrigued manner. “Where am I and who are you…?” I eventually squeezed out.
“You’re in the Astral Plane, matey! It’s a place where all souls exist beyond a physical capacity, y’know, beyond all physical perceptions. This is one of the access points where all kind of mateys from all kinds of dimensions and places in the universe can come to hang out and enjoy universal consciousness, y’know!” he casually explained whilst maintaining his natural zest for life, leaving me staring blankly, not even daring to blink. “Oh! And I’m Admiral Barry Gonzales, your new guardian angel.”
A part of me felt as though I should be confused, but all of his words left a strange impression on me, as though he was communicating with me much more directly than speech. I didn’t feel frightened or bewildered, but instead secure and warm as if I had finally come home. “Am I dead?” I resolved to ask.
“Goodness no! You’re very much alive, matey. Since physical existence people have been leaving their bodies, both consciously and unconsciously, coming here to hang out. I personally dragged you out as was decided in your soul contract. Before you incarnated you asked that you definitely be summoned to the plane at this age, to make sure you land on the spiritual path and the like.”
“So I have been sucking at life as much as I thought?” I softly murmured back, saddened at the prospect. Although, in all honesty, it was of no surprise to me.
“Yes and no. Physical life is all about lessons, y’know. And I think you’re missing out on a very important lesson!”
“…That you shouldn’t do drugs?”
“No… Something much more important than that. Drugs are a mere temporary existence within the temporary existence that is physical self. You can do ‘em as much as you like as long as you realise what life is really all about – Love.”
“Oh! That’s alright then!”
“Hang on, matey. What I’m sayin’ is you’re too spaced out to realise what Love is. Sure, you’re kind and caring to people, but how can you expect to truly love them all when you definitely don’t love yaself?”
The impressions he left on me were direct, spoken to the soul. My astral heart sank at what he vividly presented to me. Everything that was said was accompanied by a multitude of images, feelings, raw sensations. The dropping feeling spread downwards before dispersing into a liberating expanse. It’s as though he threw all of my life’s pain at me and dressed it up as a revision module for my physical existence. All of this was instantaneous. With fresh eyes I looked around and noticed what was actually occurring. Many others stood amongst the ‘LOVE’ clouds, peering downwards to the physical plane, palms out before them, channelling loving energies to the world. There were notable people, both alive and dead, amongst them - John Lennon still wore those vintage glasses, Bob Marley was singing those sweet songs as he channelled a vibrant, powerful energy, whilst Bill Hicks laughed away having the time of his life. Musicians and pioneers of today were lucky enough to channel alongside them, but what was most moving was for every face I recognised, there were millions that I did not. There was so much unseen love.
“I know you want to join them, but there’s something to do first matey. Are y’ready?” the Admiral asked me, taking me by the hand. I simply nodded, seeming to know full-well what had to be done. A mere blink was all it took to transport us to a memory of me. My physical self sat there crying his eyes out as I floated down and wrapped my warm, astral arms around him. He stopped his sobbing and let out a sigh of relief as though comforted by my unseen hand. All I did was cuddle myself until the Love vibrated and resonated throughout both planes, sounding a harmonious hum. “Cure your memories with the healing of Love, realise you are perfect and that your life is meaningful. Accept yaself, matey. Then you’ll realise what life is about!” the admiral spoke in a sing-song manner, boarding a grandiose astral ship. As he sailed away with a cool wave and a wolfish grin he shouted to me, “And take as long as you like! When you get back to your physical body you will have only been gone for a few minutes!”
And take my time I did. As I cuddled myself I basked in the purest light of love, an infinite and eternal feeling bursting at the seams and extending to the world and all those of the past, present and future who are one with it.

~ Jack J

Excuse me, is there cutlery on my crotch?

Clambering for a spoon
In a draw full of forks.
A good spooning leads
To a good forking,
But are there any good spoons left
In a fork orgy?

~ Jack J