Could I
be an imaginal cell? Is
that why I cannot sleep?
Every cell inside my body
feels as if the oxygen
within them
is bursting for liberation,
energized with the thought
that I
was born to be a transformationist,
prearranged to be
more than is possible
in this present state.
There is civil unrest
inside me as if
the battle to become me
is being waged in hopes
of awakening the person
who is preset to be me.
The embedded encoding
to become the butterfly
is under attack by my
very self, by the organism
that I am
nested in and here to
change in the most profound
way.
But it rejects
me, imaginal cell, over
and over again,
fixing me with drugs,
electric shocks, prisons,
schools that are
Procrustean beds. I’m
surrounded by people who
are insensitive to
my divine purpose, people
so close to me that we
could share the same
DNA, but they refuse to
acknowledge me, as if
our purpose is not
to co-create a city where
the imaginal cells becomes
an arcology.
How do I get them to realize
that our Great Work is
the same?
To reject me is to reject
something vitally important
to your own self-interest.
There is
comfort knowing this rejection
will not last forever.
Eventually the imaginal
cells are accepted, transmuting
what is into something
much more magnificent,
a place where spirits
are able to have wings,
where nature smells of
flowers, not of gasoline,
where people’s true
selves find a home in
the Kosmos
and the noosphere is cleared
of the violent waves
transmitting layers of
commercial trash into
our minds,
our lungs no longer spotted
with black cancerous substances
as the atmosphere
reflects the flesh thoughts
of designing a world which
works on far more
complex levels of organization
that was impossible before
the power of now.
Imaginal cells are created
at a time of transmutation.
I must remember that it
is not easy being an imaginal
cell.
Many of us will not live
to see a world of blessings
within us even though
it
burns to be born through
us, engraved on our souls
is this knowledge of life.
If I am an imaginal cell,
I am happy with my fate,
at peace with my Creatrix,
in touch with the message
programmed on my DNA.
But when
does this suffering
caused by rejection and
the pain of being ignored
stop?
Strange attractor, could
it be you, dearest epic
poetry?
Could you attract the
cells nearest to me to
be stimulated
by imagining the lifestyle
change required to build
an arcology?
I too have a place in
the paradigm shift; I
too am an imagineer;
I too need to be recognized
and loved by others in
order to truly live.
Without your desire to
feel moved to co-create
with me, I will perish,
the butterfly never able
to flutter in the breeze
to greatly effect the
other side of the world
with the air pressed between
my gentle wings.
Join with
me your Genius Code.
Join with me in love with
the Kosmos.
Join with me to build
the Solar Jerusalem.
Join with me to form a
bond of cocreation.
Join together as futurists
for world peace.
Join with me as Gaian
lovers of humanity.
One Joined together our
attraction will be complete.
Join together and the
soul’s fulfillment
can be achieved.
As mighty magnets our
vision takes on beautiful
form
as we work together to
inspire an age of Lovolution.
Joining from our hearts,
our minds sore into deep
space
as polluted cities are
reconfigured by the will
of our divine grace.
Cosmic mother,
I plea for you to see
my essence is your essence.
The invisible umbilical
cord has encircled the
planet.
Isn’t our reality
that we are joined now
and forever?
Cosmic mother, I was lost
from you and you from
me.
Now I am an imaginal cell
growing stronger in your
sacred womb,
my Genius code firmly
attaching itself to your
living school.
*Lovolution: The evolution
of revolution; a non-violent
spiritual movement for
social, political, and
economic justice.