My aura is muddy with fear
the psychic said, three years ago,
as I sat hesitant before him
searching out dim forces of my destiny.
A two-fold karmic mission
lies in wait for me, he said.
mine to scale the heights of consciousness
and mine to loosen ancient passive bonds.
Through action shall I free the captive
soul of eons whose receptive mold has
fashioned the aura which I wear.
Passive becoming active, opening up
my third eye and our third world
in a consciousness both higher and raised.
Today is Monday, June 30, 1975 AD.
Three years hence where shall I be?
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(Today is Saturday, April 8, 2017, I be 81, living in Appalachia alone, preparing the landing strip for death, with only two eyes and Trump for my president. Today at lunch my friend Cathy told me that 51% of white women voted for Trump.)
