I wouldn't spend one cotton-pickin cent with one of these "pseudo- academic posturers". Whenever I'm in a quandry, I can talk to my God and somehow the resolve is given to me. I DO like the "exposure" this poem brings to us! Blessings -
I could picture a psychiatrist sitting in his overlarge leather chair, nodding to a patient's soul wrenching utterances but not really hearing a word of the person's real pain. Great imagery and poem!
These words seem to reflect the way of life of the occult preparing the way of death for ignorant souls. Many scholars in the realm of power that rules this world live concealed lives intermitting the one they allow their victims to observe on the stages where they prepare the doom of their audience that is cluless to the clue of their treacherous play. Words with a bite.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Micke
Bobbi
RAge