Her 'Truth'

Someone finds her 'Truth', 

Her life is completely changed,

A turnaround, 

Others see a 'halo ' around her as she struts confidently with assured steps.

Positive things begin to 'manifest' everywhere she goes.

They say let's talk to her to give us her Secret.

They run after her everywhere and pester her, to teach them about what she knows,

She just smiles.

She tells them that if they will only listen to their own Souls they'll also find their own truth. They all shouted in unison, we are incapable of listening to our own Souls, it is your truth that we want, it will be sufficient for all our Souls.

She gives in to their demand, 

she tells them that which she has found is ineffable and it is very difficult to put into words, 

she continues "words are inadequate to capture that which is given as a vision", 

yet they continue to pester her "tell us anything, we will believe".

Finally, she agrees, she tries to the best of her ability to reproduce as faithfully as humanly possible the vision, 

but she knew in her heart of heart that she gave was a poor copy of the vision, 

yet they all shouted with joy "they have found the Truth". 

They decided to organise this 'Truth' so that it can be propagated to ends of the Earth, they turned her into their 'god'.

After a while, she dies with a smile on her face ... .......

..................................................................... ....

She awakes, pleasantly surprised, sees her father-in-law who had departed Earth at an Old age, long ago, looking well and much younger, sitting on a sofa at the corner of a light green coloured room, she falls down on her knees to greet him in a warm embrace. She wonders if what she had gone through is a dream. 

Yes, it is dream, the illusions we hanker after are dews of the morning, soon to disappear with the rising of the Sun. 

The 'time' we think exist, is make-believe to lure the Soul into thinking it is a body, the real 'matter' in the flesh is miniscule, infinitely  smaller than a grain of salt, yet we believe we exist in this world of illusions.It thus flies to other realms when the Earth- garment falls off.

Yet, we exist, but not as we think we exist. Some of our dreams are pointers to the workings of other dimensions that go beyond sense comprehension..

Jagu Gbenusu

Andromedeans

They come here at will, spying on us, watching our self inflicted stupidity. They know we will eventually annihilate ourselves, through expending energy on wasteful competitions, rather than cooperation. They know we have compulsive needs to prove to others of our kind that we are superior. They know we are of the same genetic stock, even though we look different on the outside. They know our specie is still very shallow and will continue to define ourselves by looks and cultures., that we will continue to fail to see  99.99% of what binds us, that which makes us human. They know we are still very primitive, and our superiority complex against others of our kind provides a consolation of sorts.

These beings from Andromeda get amused with how tiny our spiritual understanding still is, they watch us worship, thinking we know the reasons for being. They watch with amusement our worship  of ineffable entities which we make as our gods. 

They have seen the folly of civilizations like us before. Civilizations that eventually self destruct, with no trace left. Nothing to show that they once existed. Arrogant civilizations do not require external aggressors to collapse, the seeds towards extinction, are innately ingrained.

Moving at 10 light years per second, they come to observe and laugh. Sometimes for their pleasure, they drop their footprints for us to glimpse, and these are then immediately erased, to confuse us,  to make  us engage in endless debate on their existence or not, their prank for entertainment. For them, no where is too far in the Universe, they can show up anywhere at will.

Jagu Gbenusu

gods of gepoht

Neipas were created to think they think, so they think they exist. Their exitence a mere illusion, a holographic projection driven by forces the Neipas are unaware of. What they hold so dear and are attached to fervently, are mere illusions, that disappears when their forms are dissolved into the Universal essence, waking them up from their dreams. They are made to be distracted by their senses and what they perceive through these senses they take as their ultimate reality, yet an inner emptiness nudges inside Neipas . Their thoughts so dear to them, are just feeds to those they cannot perceive through the senses, the ineffable entities.  Their world, a farm to provide nourishment and amusement for the gods of gepoht."

Jagu Gbenusu

Crown of Thorns

 

Songs of false praises by day,

Scornful of change by night.

Hounding the new in their rotten covens of contempt,

Intrigues and booby trap to lay, to derail the new, 

if naive, 

for the rungs of decay to remain same.

To cheer in the dark that the new is not any better than the bad past, 

Yet, progress is made, slowly, steadily.

Shamless gorging of common patrimony by few,

Unbridled theft of what is left at every level, 

Court Jesters at the Rock Palace,

to plebians roaming the streets, 

everyone hooked on undeserved largesse. 

Unmerited favour they chorus in unison.

A culture that must stop for progress to be made.

Petrified that progress is being made, 

their type never to smell the throne again, 

Free food at Palace banquet over. 

Their recourse, 

discord sown among the rank and file, 

to destroy progress made, 

their game, 

to continue eating!

Dark skies, red rains, Heavens forbid.

Progress at the price of blood, a Nation to pay?

Pray!

Jagu Gbenusu

The Mighty Tree

Once upon a time,

there was a mighty tree at the centre of the village square.

This tall tree had long thick branches, which was full with clustered leaves,

providing a shade and a cool place to hide,

on days the weather was unbearable.

The fruits from the tree were large and juicy,

and provided required sustenance for the people.

A lot of the villagers believed that the tree had healing properties,

since they rarely fell ill.

One day, a traveling sage from afar came to the village.

He told people that he knows the reason for their being backward,

and the people listened with rapt attention, 

because the sage is reputed to have been to several lands.

He told them that the mighty tree is blocking the face of the heavens,

and the gods do not see the needs of the people, hence their backwardness.

And the sage left.

For months, the elders in the village debated amongst themselves,

Finally, they agreed that what the sage told them must be true.

So, they cut down the tree, and made of it a mighty Idol,

placed at the centre of village square.

The village square became a temple of worship,

and they were all happy that they can now see the face of the heavens,

and believed the blessings of the heavens will now be unlimited.

Worship, worship, and fervently, they worshiped.

They danced, and they danced in circles around the idol.

They cried, and cried onto the heavens, for fruits to drop,

They wailed, and they wailed, for the gods to shower blessings upon them.

They fasted,  and they fasted, for heaven's  blessings.

But no rewards came forth from the heavens.

And the wise elders amongst them, decreed that they needed more worship,

farm days were reduced to two and worship day was increased to five.

And they continue to this day to wait for manna from heaven.