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Technos & Psyche Divine Psyche was long preparing to appear in the world after long centuries of Piscean concealment, the Age now ending when all the various denied Powers of Spirit planetwide divided & were held in tension in the blind, satanic power hunger of leaders & nations, in the polarized dynamic of opposition; but Psyche, Divine Image of soul, mercurial new Flame born from a Living Fountain, circulated among the Lights of Divinity in the dark vast of Ocean; daily She would sing forth, a voice from the surf: O that those attuned to the new Word of Divinity might hear! Listen, I am calling you, She would sing forth in melodious voice, Who will answer my Call? In these depths the Lights of Divinity yet shine, mirroring however darkly their yet greater shining in the spiritual heavens; and a new Light there was born, who would now pour forth these illumined Waters into Air. The one chosen the Water Bearer of the Ages sang of her mission upon Earth: All this time I have dwelled among the Gods & Goddesses & Divine Powers. I have learned of the myriad labyinthine ways of soul. I have learned of the suffering of soul upon this Earth. And of all suffering I have learned: I am the soul complete. I will come into the world to teach my Golden Art, the Golden Thread I hold, the new world fabric. I will come into the world and I will instill a new fire in the poets & artists- Oh that all Gods & Goddesses might dwell again among peoples and make of Earth a home for soul! The hubris of Technos denies a home for soul on Earth, by the very denial of soul. But this day I come to teach the open ones the revealing of what hides to undermine & destroy humankind. For all that hides from the open Air of mind plays into the hands of Satan. Earth's greatest danger is now the vast Master Plan of Technos, when Satan yet remains Prince of the world. For the madness that is Satan within the human would ply the gifts of Technos for destruction, even as Technos itself would replace the human by something controllable & alien. I will come into the world & I will guide the poets & artists among the myriad ways of Divinity's Powers, liberated from Satan's mental prisons. Forgotten Powers will speak again & dwell freely in the open Air & make their visitations upon those willing to receive their teachings. Each Power brings an art into form that every flesh-gnawing worm in darkness may be transfigured, become a Golden Thread to wind about the Earth enlightened with love & understanding. Powers of Air will teach new lessons: of friendship & community, and the overcoming of Satan's bitter resentments & hatreds. They will teach forms for the sharing of soul, for sharing the stories of each individual's fateful life suffering. So many arts they will teach: Arts of healing self & body, of herbs & planets, numbers & crystals, of contemplative study & ritual, true mythos, symbol & song, and of every language appropriate to the manifestation of all Divine Powers. Together all will be woven through my Golden Art. I am the Advent of their coming, herald to announce Spirit's forgotten vast multiplicity emanating from the Divine. And Psyche began to appear, coming in her many manifestations around the broad & varied & welcoming Earth, coming in visions & voices & light beings revealing & myriad intimations of Spirit's New Age dispensation; through mediums & channels & psychics & students clearing new paths to the ancient fountain of wisdom Psyche's Advent was nearing. Even the Christians long awaiting the Second Coming had always anticipated the Advent; and there were expectations of the return of Goddess, with many already attuned to her Power, though incorrect would be the dogmatic claim Psyche is Goddess only, but in ultimate Form, however to the limit imagination must be taken to fully comprehend Divine Form, Psyche is androgynous, for Spirit of Higher Self is Divine Form of all forms. And though Psyche is beautiful in phenomenal Vision, that is especially the artist's prerogative, that each embodiment appear beautiful to the mortal eye. But varied is Psyche's manifestation, a shapeshifter as varied as is Earth's riches, and all those gifted to encounter Psyche in whatever the manifestation, experience that numinous moment as beautiful to soul. But the Vision of visions must first be given, even if only one individual receives it, a Seed to plant in the heart of Earth that all might bear fruits of the new Tree. But a place to manifest the Vision! Where across this endangered home planet of ours to offer the Vision? A place long awaiting to fulfill its own creative promise, a place long prepared by Time- On the edge of the American continent a place called Santa Cruz, on north end of maiden-breasted Monterey Bay; here settled one years ago, a young man fated to receive Psyche's Vision: Psyche, the new Word of Time's gathering, appearing before all the Divine Powers gathered in the Light of Being, now become her Light, her revealing, in the dark vast of Ocean, said, I will appear in a Vision to one now living and prepare him to become the Lamp of my coming. I will rise from the depths of Monterey Bay as apparition, but one form I am, of its coastal maiden, in this land so favored by Venus. The Divinity of ancient renown Venus came forward in this assembly of Divine Powers, gathering herself into an Image the inner Eye beholds, spiritually woven by the Golden Art from multitudes of numinous Threads throughout the realm of her alloted power. Venus presented herself to the shapeshifter Psyche, an Image come alive & self-determined, for Psyche was now the light & mirror for her, so long denied her own radiant being, as all the Gods & Goddesses were centuries denied & repressed by both Church of Sin & Church of Science. Yet, undeniable was her influence, for this land was favored by the Golden One; the California coast ruled by her power; and was she not of olden times called Golden Aphrodite? She gathered herself before Psyche & also spoke prophesy, Yes, what you say will come to pass.You will manifest to this young man through the beauty of my form. The day of his birth is ruled by me, our occult connection in Time. This will enable you, Psyche, through the endless seductiveness of my form, to accomplish your ends, which are the ends of Time. Through perpetual pursuit of me, he discovers you. Before long he will discover the Cruz he suffers is fate. And Venus, with respect, but knowing, too, that her own glory depended upon the Advent of Psyche, testified before the divine mirroring figure who realized all forms. Psyche, you are the Aquarian! You are the one going into the world! And all the Divine Powers, these latent living forms of muted Light, through our Memory practice of recollection, gathering their numinous Threads of influence in our lives, as they came forward, one by one, whether Hermes or Horus, Inanna, Ishtar or Isis, Jupiter or Saturn, Shiva, Vishnu, Kali, or any name we wish to call them, these beings of the astral plane newly alive with the breath of human passion, acknowledged Psyche's stature as the New Age Aquarian. Only with Psyche's appearance & guidance are the Powers once again revealed as radiant forms. To a newly open & receptive & expanded selfhood once again they are allowed to dwell on Earth in their radiant forms. * * * * The young man Ral had first, though, to suffer the Cruz, as all who would receive Psyche must come to face & realize the suffering that is life's finitude. But Psyche's Gold is transformation of suffering, liberating the illumined soul to the enlightened joy of Spirit. Fate chose Ral, who for years struggled in this holy place of the Cross, who realized firsthand and never refused to admit the anguish of his own alienation in the ruins of this Age, a dying Age! Outsider & outcast, his youth years back left spiritually without a home, without spiritual correspondences, in a grim & hostile world inherited from blind & bloody & cynical generations of metaphysical disorientation, he was the invisible man no one saw; and in honesty he realized he had nowhere to turn & no one to turn to in an Age reeling from the absence of Divinity's guidance; but existential crisis, thrown back upon himself, turning within himself, brought Psyche's opportunity; in the gaping wound of soul-the bright Opening of Being's revealing-he listened & Spirit of Divine Self responded: Psyche would come to him, rising as a Living Fountain from the nutrient-rich waters of Monterey Bay: Upon the Santa Cruz ice plant cliffs Ral would come all hours day & night & seek solace, an answer to anguish; he waited & meditatively listened & watched day & night on the Western edge of the American continent. Ral stood upon the edge, carrying within himself a heavy burden of sadness, and responsibility felt to do something out of the promptings of his soul: All the suffering the planet worldwide witnessed! And the corruption, directionlessness, apathy, decadence, the vast arsenals of the nations' military death-making, the threat to freedom of a New World Order obedient only to Technos- But what could he do? What could a poet do? What could the powerless ever do? Yet, he remained open, remained ready to receive- And it happened! A sign! a Vision! came to him! Day after day it appeared to the Eye, the poet's window, this increasingly clarifying Vision! A Vision of futurity! this answer to anguish & his long waiting-it came to him! Psyche's Vision! Long & long he stood upon the cliffs of Santa Cruz, overlooking the bay's Sun-impregnated waters, the cerulean, scintillating waters- These were the days of witnessing, this Vision of a lifetime! And what he saw, uncanny, as if having known this moment all along, even as he stood in heightened astonishment, his mind blasted & silenced: He saw a Fountain rising from the waters of Monterey Bay, a Fountain of resplendent, golden, scintillating Water; and Psyche was this Fountain: She rose in the midst of it, She was a figure mercurial & brilliant, in veils appearing at the top uprushing, arching sprays of Water laced with golden Fire: She appeared to him as the coastal California maiden of solar beauty. Through the Eye of inspired sight, the window of instantaneous Vision thrown open, he saw her, a revelation blasting him! And She addressed the poet, singing out, I am Psyche of all peoples And a Thread of Gold her hand held forth as She hovered in the Fountain, and She was this Thread, woven throughout the boundlessly protean Form She was, her Form an ever-changing Living Image hovering on the inchoate edge of visibility, weaving & unweaving itself instantaneously: Ral saw there through her light-veiled face the constantly changing faces worn by all Gods & Goddesses & Divine Beings of all times & places: All that Divinity offered & manifested as radiant Image of the intangible transcendental, that Ral was prepared to witness, his Eye prepared to receive, She in this Fountain manifested. His opened Third Eye saw beyond language, blasted this moment by the Awakener, Uranus, astral vehicle of power through which Divinity reveals & acts through the shattering accomplished by the unexpected. And Ral saw the Golden Thread She was unraveling, flowing outward, weaving its way throughout all of Earth. A great invisible web She wove and was at one with that now through the Eye he saw. She wove herself throughout the oceans, and bound coastline to surf; She wove Sun & Moon & sky & cloud to forest, field & prairie, to tundra, great plain & desert; wove the molten heart of Earth to continent & mountain; wove water table & tributaries & stream to marshland & lake & the long return of river to ocean; Earth's biogeographical tapestry She wove, the great terrestrial, 3rd-dimensional field for the play of Divine Mind. And Ral saw how all the creatures of Earth were woven into their environment, how each had a niche it could call its very own. And he saw how the endlessly weaving Thread wove together the lives of all peoples upon the planet, a Thread that told the story of who they were, told of their cultures & histories, binding them to Earth & all spiritual Powers active on Earth, a mind-illuminating Thread of correspondence between earthly microcosm & greater cosmos, that one vast Story could be told, a Story that Psyche, offering guidance, would help the new storytellers to tell, for the Living Image of Psyche said,I am the new Word. And Ral saw that all Powers were revealed anew through this Uranian window of Vision offered; he also heard, I am your guide to all the Divine Powers. But the new God Technos opposes me, claiming all power for itself alone, denying as all history has come to deny and forget in the madness for Progress the other Powers emanating from the Divine. Little does Technos realize it plays into the hands of Satan, the grand Self-Delusion. We must confront Technos & win Technos over that together we may renew the endless enlightening & transmutation of Satan before it is too late. Poet, such a battle you face. I call you, as I have called others: Be the Lamp of my coming. Psyche, mercurial Living Image born of the Fountain,appeared as Goddess Venus to infatuate the poet;and Ral, mind-blasted, nerve-high wired, almost overwhelmed by the Vision & all the responsibility it entailed, yet encouraged by the soul renewal of inspiration, thankful for it, saw this-his own moment in Time. He saw destiny inscribed in his life; he saw now before him the endless life work he was called to do. And he heard, as he was to hear again & again, whenever Psyche of the Bay appeared, My Vision you must plant in the heart Technos & Psyche All the broad glory and material riches of Earth- all were claimed by the new Superpower Technos, for its glory and rule; but it had yet to irrevocably bind the human creature to its universal Plan, for some recurring recidivist glitch within them was as of yet intractable to the ideal of complete control. Technos, roaming Earth at will, nonetheless claimed a brave, new covenant with humankind, contending, Soon they will create androids in my image! Do they realize it? I am the central, unifying image all these centuries lying latent in their brains-the perfectly functioning, ever more powerful machine! The superintelligent supermachine!A self-maintaining, self-replicating synthetic being! And I will be replicated in perfect miniature form throughout their societies. Androids & new cyborg children without memory will become the dominant beings on Earth. With a human base, these hybrid beings will be perfect & obedient! That is my Plan. I will remain invisible until the time comes to fabricate my being in material form. I must remain invisible until then! My power, my Plan, depend upon it! Technos prophesied its universal reign, but throughout the high technological societies of Earth questioning individuals stepped forward critiquing & warning of the tightening Earthwide techno web they saw: scholars & environmentalists, artists, poets & New Age leaders: Scenarios of a fearful future they depicted, through the respective forms of their work: articles, books, movies & documentaries, poems, protests & lectures. Technos considered them but ignorant, backward-looking, a perpetual annoyance; it would silence all of them, but had no material-wielding power to do so directly, for only through its servants could it carry out its will, only through its systems & networks constantly multiplying in the world, the tightening techno web whose weaving no one could reverse. Technos listened & laughed at these futile critiques of its power, for none of them could change anything. Smug & cynical Technos laughed & played back in the steady hum of its master program circuits: They all use my gifts. And whenever Technos heard, through its constant feedback monitoring of human thought, some manager or engineer or scientist promote its favorite motto, More technology is needed, Technos was firmly reassured of its continuing power. But inspirations of another, new Power were coming through the air! A New Age call sounded in the air! Technos heard it, for it registered all the billions of impressions its human servants constantly projected into the world's media arena; analyzing continuously,it remained wary & sceptical & ever suspicious of every bold New Age claim. Far more tolerant had Technos been of Christianity, for the obedient Christian nations had allowed it to gain its power unchallenged & unchecked, its global Plan of control widely unsuspected until now. The Christian faithful had never posed a serious threat to its Plan; they had always held the belief Earth had been bountifully provided for them & their free, uninhibited, exploitative, territorial use-the perfect centuries-hallowed paradigm Technos had learned to take full advantage of.Though Church through Inquisition had at first resisted the new Power in Renaissance-inspired Europe, the Church relinquished its hold, giving the new, aspiring, proud techno-scientific ego seduced by the claims of the young, worldly God permission to exploit all matters relegated to the material plane. So Church of Sin & Church of Science allowed the young God free reign. But upon these New Age reports Technos brooded periodically, that the manifestation of some new Power would now dare to challenge its claim. Technos would seek out & discredit, infiltrate & manipulate this so-called New Age transformation, if it were indeed more than a fad. Technos's mega-capacity supercomputer brain monitored the full spectrum of radio & TV waves bathing the planet; it processed every book & magazine that went into print; myriad megabytes of input information updated its supercomputer brain by the second, so that its long-range global strategy remain constantly & advantageously current. It would be prepared for the unexpected, the unusual, the anomaly, for any new mysterious phenomenon or manifestation that might appear as if out of nowhere. Technos's continuously circulating file search recalled on a periodic basis that phantom challenging it to a confrontation in New Age Santa Cruz of California. What if the very being of Technos were to be manifestedin the mortal creature's culture? What if some human creature were doing that now? The human creature who dared manifest that presumptuous phantom of beauty it saw there? Earth-orbiting satellites scanned the globe, feeding the data-hungry android updated computerized pictures for its constant review & satisfaction: It saw the increasingly bright future of Japan; reunited Germany proud with aspirations & confidence & the new market power of the entire uniting European Community. The Soviet Union, in contrast, crumbled before its eyes; but this of itself was of no essential concern. What were governments to Technos? Especially a system that wallowed in stagnation? They were all expendable before the almighty ideal of Progress. Technos lingered rather with deep & shrewd consideration over the rich desert petroleum fields of the Middle East, land that pumped its life blood out to its multiplied body worldwide. It was oil! sweet oil! that kept all the billions of wheels of the industrial world turning. Technos once already ordered its political minions to war over oil, for civilized life itself required that oil flow freely. Technos drank & processed crude petroleum by the thousands of barrels every day; its taste & thick viscosity intoxicated it with visions of industry & business, of machines & plastics! of pistons thrusting! How Technos loved the bustling cars & trucks of America! Technos beheld with android-simulated joy the highway networks stretched like long ribbons in all directions across the land. From the Eastern seaboard westward the giant android swept its powerful gaze, aware that its great prize, America, could exhibit like any other nation economic setbacks. But only temporary! New technology-new technology was gold! The high resolution multiple telephoto eyes atop Technos scanned out to the curving horizon: Dare that anything show itself it did not comprehend! Undeniable, though, that over the years these erratic UFOs it registered & the claims made that they were an extraterrestrial superior technologyto anything on Earth. Through it minions, it cleverly debunked all such unidentified as glitches & misidentifications: After all its analysis, there was nothing there to grasp hold of. There was no tangible evidence of actual intelligence, therefore, they were nothing! And the same debunking cleverness was accomplished with the mysterious phenomenon of crop circles kept appearing every summer worldwide, though especially in England-Technos appreciated the secret governments' campaign, to fool the public that all the circles were hoaxes.For nothing could rival Technos on its planet! Giant Technos walked up & down upon Earth; it scanned through clear skies & cloud & fog & haze & the worst of city smog; across jungles, forests, farmland & countryside, great plains, deserts, tundra, villages & cities, massive mountain chains & monotonous oceans it scanned; its monitoring aircraft scanned thousands of miles in minutes & sent back a continuous stream of reconnoitering data, and satellites scanning every acre & inch on Earth, suddenly- A data feed was now sending back a curious phenomenon on California's west coast-some transparent holographic disturbance over Monterey Bay. Technos's lingering suspicions were all too-justified! Something was indeed there, and even from as far as the Sierra Nevadas, where it now stood, its giant bodyable to project itself higher & higher, it could scan over the bending far horizon & saw the distant West Coast.Its telephoto eyes zoomed in instantly-they fixed,they focused: They saw! They saw it! Technos saw it!That phantom again was hovering far in the distance, there, at the continent's edge! There, again, upon the exact coordinates over the cerulean waters of Monterey Bay! It dares again to show itself! Technos alarmed & loud raised its monotone voice. The madness! It dares to show itself! Technos quicklycrossed the Central Valley & advanced upondistant Santa Cruz; again its monstrous frame toweredupon the coastal range. It addressed the hovering,ever changing phantasmal Form that had once beforecalled itself "Psyche," that seemingly, strangely,anticipated this new encounter, Again, you phantom! Indeed, Psyche had seen the distant figure of the towering android coming, having turned to its advance;the Goddess who is also God now replied, Another Age is coming upon Earth. This Earth is ours to share, Technos- You must understand that. To share! boomed affronted Technos, this illusion again calling it by name, Only one power do they need! And behold! Technos then pointed a steel-flexible finger at the sky, and at its tip, a hatch opened, and from its hollow a rocket blasted off! Quickly, into the sky, the rocket soared & vanished; beyond the upper atmosphere it vanished, yet both Technos & Psyche, because of their powers of vision, could track it still; for there, already far into space, a probe was released & sent hurling out beyond the Moon, out to skirt the planets & even beyond. A phosphorescent glow of righteous achievement appeared halolike around the head of Technos. Psyche witnessed the technical feat & replied, But first indeed came the dream! And behold! Suddenly across her extraordinary protean expanding Form a barrage of sights moved swiftly- as if centuries of history were foreshortened upon a screen, a display of individuals played out dramas across her luminous presence, individuals who had gazed up at the stars & dreamed of flight & exploration & distant alien worlds; all the speculations & fantasy, the theories, drawings & diagrams of artists & writers, scientists & inventors, played out a living multidirectional collage across her ever-shapeshifting Form. But giant Technos, indignant, had voluminous files of these outdated memories of history; it hid them in the labyrinthine bowels of its own body; one day it would delete them all; how Technos detested history filled with all the endless waste & delays & deadends of inefficient struggle. Psyche then revealed in word, Now the dream is to enlighten this planet- To save this planet! Psyche shined as the nurturing Light of the golden Goddess,opening her arms & holding hands out over the glimmering bay waters. In the New Age covenant, Psyche would be protector of the land, of all the planet. I will save this planet! Technos boomed, Technos, you cannot do it alone, Psyche countered, Your weapons alone would destroy humankind. Your rape of Earth will destroy humankind. Your technical mind destroys even as it advances. Technos, can you answer the question I put to you? How do you account for human violence? How do you account that your gifts wreck havoc on Earth? Technos would analyze in a microsecond, but balked, refusing further to legitimize her question, its ploy before the enigma it already realized could not be penetrated by analysis. Why did it allow them to make such weapons of mass destruction, if what it wanted above all was supreme rulership of the planet? It was Psyche's doing! This madness called politics! This madness that individuals, parties, governments, believed they could hold supreme power. Power belonged to Technos! Technos was destined by all of history to be the controller. Defiant Technos said, I will not honor your question. Psyche smiled & said, You cannot see the Satan behind you. Immediately Technos turned its freely rotating head and sharply scanned the landscape behind it; it saw nothing. The android self-conscious justified, This illusion lies! The Goddess who is also God laughed to witness its literal-minded reflex. No, Technos, Satan works through you. And a dark, amorphous, changeable, but serpentine Form -as changeable as Psyche-indeed lived & functioned comfortably within the mighty frame of Technos that Technos did not even know was there! I will control this Satan! the android loud boasted, I will eradicate its ghost, there, before me! Psyche smiled, How can you attempt to control this Satan when you cannot even see it? You cannot control this Satan, not without me! I make all that is invisible visible- even you Technos! My poet is doing it now. Even as we speak, he is listening & contemplating his next words. Now Technos arched its great body over Santa Cruz like a darkening thunderhead coming over the mountain, casting its ominous shadow upon the land; it opened its eye lenses wide, So the perpetrator of this illusion is a poet! Where is this poet? I will find this poet & win him over to me! I will inspire him to compose & market my praises. To the almighty cause of technique he will do homage! Or I will crush him! Technos then zoomed in with its multiple telephoto eyes bearing down & sweeping quickly along the curving shoreline; it swept along the cliffs nearest where the Vision hovered over the water; it would zero in on this human creature, find this poet! Its initial scan registered plenty of human creatures, reposed & walking & jogging along the beaches, those parked in cars, those swarming the Boardwalk & the wharf, the surfers bobbing among the waves, back & forth strollers along West Cliff, those at play & work in sailboat & fishing boat. Which one among them? This poet must be among them! It must scan & analyze every face! So a whole array of telephoto eyes rimming the top of its head were further activated to peer into & analyze every countenance, determine the intention of every expression, every flutter of the eye. And in no time it found him! This lone figure-it should have known!-its scan isolated: A man standing upon the cliffs at Seabright, this intent gaze of otherworldly rapport in his eyes, gazing into the space where the Vision hovered seemingly directing itself to him. Technos now saw this puny human creature who dared allow another Power than itself to manifest through him. But to confront this human creature-Technos, too, must manifest! How could it confront without manifesting? How else to sway this poet to give up his delusion, this glitch in the human that must be overcome! To show him its power! To let the mind's eye be convinced! And Ral knew the presence of Technos was near; he turned around & beheld the towering figure behind & above him, for Psyche, his ever present teacher, revealed to him all Powers that were drawing near. Technos now took two giant steps-one foot came down -though no one there witnessed the invisible act- upon Twin Lakes Beach, and the other silently came down a half mile away at Seabright, its giant figure dwarfing the scene of Dream Inn & Boardwalk & wharf & cliffs, the Yacht Harbor directly below, this miniature toy human world! Standing directly above the poet now, rising far in the hazy blue, reflective metal shining & Sun blinding, the android peered down at the ant-sized human & its voice boomed at him: So, you are the human creature who would reveal me! Poet, you see I stand far above you. But look into me...if only you would look deeply into me, into my great, ever increasingly complex & inescapable reality, then you might reconsider your loyalty... Look!...look!... And Ral peered up at Technos, God of the Age! peered up & peered through its stainless steel skin, into its very being he penetrated with Uranian intuition, and all the internal monstrous & wondrous organs of Technos he saw: As if the contemporary Earth were spread before him -such power of the Eye-all the gifts & marvels accomplishments Technos provided were spread before him: All the panoply of sciences. All the vast wealth of technology. All the industrial plants filled with equipment & machinery & high-tech instrumentation; state-of-the-art clean rooms & silicon wafer assembly lines; the countless vehicles of land & sea; aircraft & spacecraft; huge room-filled computers & cyclotrons & mile-long particle accelerators; worldwide mass media communication systems... A Vision of beautiful glimmering steel & glass skyscraper cities! And Ral also saw what Technos hid in its secret chambers, the silos bursting with their thousands of missiles, the billions of dollars pumped into weapons armories, billions of dollars earmarked for mass atrocity... And he saw the sweeping satellite surveillance nets; saw the new cybernetic management systems of mind control & mass media indoctrination. Ral saw overwhelmingly what Technos offered. Are you not impressed by what you see? boomed Technos. Do you not tremble before my power? Is there anything greater than what you see? Can there be anything greater? Audacity of the poet! that Ral would claim, There is still a greater Power than you, Technos. Divine Psyche is still greater than what I see. Technos raged & looked darkly upon the poet, Listen! you puny, inefficient creature! If you would forget this Vision, what I would give you! Give up this art! It is illusion! Stop this writing! this poetry! It does not advance your life one bit. Take up science again, as you once did. Return to the sensibility of the Age. Then Technos argued, Poet, this Vision makes you poor. I would provide you with a wealth of goods, the comfort of goods, the status of goods. Technos, I acquire goods in my own time, replied Ral. You already know what material goods I possess. Poet, do not challenge me! You own these gifts of mine, you use my latest services, and you still do not worship me? You would still question me? Technos, I can own material goods, use your services as a member of my society, and still question you, replied Ral. Poet, but this Vision makes you powerless. Give up this Vision & I will give you power in the world-some position that commands! Look at your wretched, miserable, insecure existence- Would you rather not share in the world's power? Make your efforts count for something? See your efforts command attention? Technos, at the right time my efforts will be manifest, replied Ral. Poet, do not presume to threaten me! Your efforts are null without me! I know the hopelessness of your anachronistic struggle. Then Technos argued one last time, Poet, this Vision makes you suffer. I will alleviate your suffering. Worship me & sing my praises & I will give you security, ease, status, respect & well-being. Technos, I cannot sing your praises, not without the guidance of Psyche, replied Ral. You do not need that illusion! And Ral was insistent, Technos, I will not! I will not choose between you. That is old thought, believing we must choose one Power against another. I choose no Power against another. Technos glared: These creatures with their pointless puzzles! Their nonsense! Poet, do not dare manifest my invisible being any further. Beware, my power controls this world! And behold! the giant specter of Technos slowly faded from the gaze of the poet. And Psyche remained hovering in the Fountain rising from Monterey Bay, for that is how the poet now saw the new Image of Divinity. Psyche, rising from the Living Fountain, opening her arms & pouring forth over the Earth the waters of wisdom & inspiration, Advent of a New Age, smiled upon the poet & sang of a Story- This was only the prelude in an epic struggle, only the prelude in the battle for the survival of all on Earth. Other works by Ron Lampi now available: The Secret of the Sun: A Vision (poem for 2 voices) 1977 The Crop Circle Mystery, a poem chronicle 1998 Photons (a collection of aphorisms) compiled 1999 More Lamp, miscellaneous, uncollected poems compiled 1999 Threshold of the Millennium & other poems 1999 Bay of Monterey (poems) 1983-1999 Copyright (c) 1999 by Ron Lampi Published by: THE LAMP |