Month: April 2025

unalike

On By ©️K.T. 2025In death and other endings, dirt road chronicles, Epigenetic, Mother, Poem, poetry, relationships, womb, womenLeave a comment

the golden salmon sky beckons
before the orange orb emerges and the blue arrives
i call you to the glass doors for the eastern view
but you move with an intentional, sabotaging slowness,
without the respect, the urgency
that ephemeral light and beauty require of us

that’s just one difference between me and you,
i am keeping watch, i stay ready for some thing holy,

and you, you clock-watch for the mundane:
for the mail, for dr. phil, a rush only to ever get “it” all over with — the chore, the trip, the holiday, the ceremony, the meal, the dishes, even the damn dessert and bedtime prayer /

nothing ever truly experienced — or savored by you

save for your anger, your resentment,
and that ever-lasting gobstopper of hate, that you nurse in your cheek, its bitterness, sourness, leaching down into,

embalming, your still-living heart

how did i be-come me with you as a mother?

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good friday

On By ©️K.T. 2025In christ consciousness, empire, Fascism, Free Palestine, Gaza, Genocide, good friday, holocaust, kill lists, Palestine, Rafah, ZionismLeave a comment
They celebrate the crucified, dead and buried
then, risen Christ
— an emissary Aeon, a being or ideal, corporeal or mystical,
representative of love, justice,
forgiveness, mercy and rebirth,

contemporaneous with the vernal rebirth of Earth and the birthing season of mammals
in the Northern Hemisphere
by partaking of the burnt flesh of a slaughtered-dead, baby lamb.
They know exactly what they do;
this is who they are forever, without end.

Today is both the Western and Eastern Christian observation of Good Friday,

and

verily, i say to you:

the children, the sons and the daughters,
of Occupied Palestine are being sacrificed, crucified and killed every single day
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your own, personal christos

On By ©️K.T. 2025In Christ, christ consciousness, Christos, Easter, Gnosis, Gospel of Thomas, liminal, metaphysical, mystery, Nag Hammadi Library, PneumaticLeave a comment

When I finally became my own temple, it was clear why my own religion, worship services and prescribed prayer had felt largely inauthentic, self-conscious or weird for me all my life.

Once one knows and understands that they are an embodied spirit temple, there is no longer a need for a facilitator or mediator to commune with the Mystery — with Source Consciousness.

Some of us are descendant of a conscious “Entity” — a “Beingness” — but our near-complete devolution and severance has us worshipping false gods and idols — whether old ones or new; following false prophets; and practicing hollowed rituals, meditations, ceremonies and sacraments.

a defiant trickster,
an anarchist — exposing and destroying
The System and its systems /
Jesus,
a beautiful, laughing Aeon.

This Understanding, this Knowing, this gnosis, is inherent, existent in every spirited being, and — by grace, by catalyzed re-memory, or by the cultivation of an intentional interior communion, we may enter and traverse the liminal space where we experience our origin, and recognize our true Self.

GOSPEL OF THOMAS

(28) Jesus said, “I took my place in the midst of the world, and I appeared to them in flesh. I found all of them intoxicated; I found none of them thirsty. And my soul became afflicted for the sons of men, because they are blind in their hearts and do not have sight; for empty they came into the world, and empty too they seek to leave the world. But for the moment they are intoxicated. When they shake off their wine, then they will repent.”

(3) Jesus said, “If those who lead you say to you, ‘See, the kingdom is in the sky,’ then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you, ‘It is in the sea,’ then the fish will precede you. Rather, the kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you. When you come to know yourselves, then you will become known, and you will realize that it is you who are the children of the living god. But if you will not know yourselves, you dwell in poverty and it is you who are that poverty.”

GOSPEL OF THOMAS (Lambdin Translation)
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oh, april

On By ©️K.T. 2025In April, birds, Poem, poetryLeave a comment

it’s spring,

it’s poetry month,

but i don’t feel like a poem, much
and, i don’t feel like a poet, much

unable to wax

about the army of robins
advancing in grid formation across the wakened grass, tilting their crowns in ancient choreography, listening, listening

about a cardinal beneath
the forsythia in dulled morning light
forecasting in my mind
how stunning this scene might-could be
when that gold blooms full in a cloudless sky next week

about the bald eagle i somehow didn’t perceive,
and regrettably flushed from a towering elm tree
as i stepped out from my door
and holy fuck,
i was just as flushed
beholding the nigh colossus that was her

these seeds of words and gamete poems
just atrophy, then die, inside of me

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A Holocaust™️

On By ©️K.T. 2025In Gaza, Genocide, holocaust, musings, PalestineLeave a comment

I contemplate if a future World— or future United States will allocate for and build Holocaust museums to exhibit and narrate the experience of the colonized, expropriated, interned, starved, tortured, raped, beheaded, bombed, incinerated, genocided, and mass-buried Palestinian Peoples?

If one day, an organization will break ground and dedicate “A Museum of the Palestinian Peoples” in Washington DC followed by satellite museums in every major American city — the first one, in Detroit. So that, we all, may “never forget”, again.

Remember that in these United States, we dedicated a National Holocaust Museum in the Capital of Washington DC, before we had a national museum to represent, exhibit and narrate the experience of The Transatlantic Slave Trade — the kidnapping, diaspora, torture, murder, rape, sale, enslavement and lynching of Peoples from West and Central Africa and their Black American descendants. The Transatlantic Slave Trade was one of the two pillars of all original wealth in this nation.

This then leads to the fact that we had a National Holocaust Museum in this nation, before we had a national museum in the Capital of Washington DC to represent, exhibit and narrate the experience of colonization, theft, genocide, internment, germ warfare, rape, dispossession and diaspora of Indigenous North American Peoples — the companion pillar of all of this nation’s original wealth.

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