Monday, March 30, 2015

Tzolkin Calculator

This screen shot is slightly distorted. - Original is perfect & very interactive.+
   Click image for full-size original, now with two addenda, new art & design.

--RK, 3/29/2015
     [Updated: 4/13/2015]

Yes, I know…

     “I’m feelin’ supersonic, give me gin & tonic,” be reverse parody.
       I’m tellin’ secrets, “‘Cause no one’s gonna’ tell you what I’m on about.”
       Where were they when I was gettin’ high? - *shaking head*

Yes, I know what I’ve done, and it’s not that it’s too late.
Rather it’s right on time, this time, to be of help to you.
I’m not here to languish in time’s waste, but to awaken,
to awaken as many as I can light a fire under, for good.

Yes, for good. - I have no otherwise agenda for harm,
never have, never will. - Your decision to trust or not.
I just don’t want to leave without you, knowing you’re,
knowing you’re gold, far beyond that which only reflects,

reflecting only what is in this world, though
shining in the next, here, now, waiting, waiting,
waiting for it all to end, which we all know will,
certainly will, entropy dragging all things down

as I’ve discovered in cosmology since I was nine.
That was when I found out Earth was only a spec,
just a spec, not a whole lot more as others thought.
Then it all opened up, because then I knew of infinity,

and much more. - Hooked on astronomy at nine,
just two years later I knew I had to go inside.
Nowhere else to go, I settled down, buckled within.
I knew my journey within would reach much farther,

much farther than even into the universe without,
as infinite as I knew it was. - Still & unwavering,
I was undaunted. - I absolutely knew there were
much deeper/higher levels of consciousness within

that I steeled myself to discover, the world be damned.
I was not disappointed by any means, for there it was,
before me, all I was unable to hope for appeared in calm.
So, far beyond hope, I knew there was still even more.

And so there was more, far beyond even deep within,
unto the mountains of the sun & beyond its ramparts
that I scaled so long ago now. • I found deep quiet,
the only kind that can soothe and settle ones soul.

And so now, I reach back, looking for you,
looking for you to join me, beyond within,
even unto the reaches of eternity itself,
of itself knowing nothing of space/time,

a supernova appearing even less than a lit match. - *selah*

--RK, 10:58pmEDST, 3/29/2015
     So much to share, so little time now…

Sunday, March 22, 2015


     [Courtesy NASA/JPL-Caltech: 795.04KB; 3,254×2,613 (948×761 w/zoom)]
       NEOs, yep, there’s plenty of ’em out there…, just waiting.

Okay, I get it. - You’re bored with inanity and platitude
of “entertainment.” - You want things to get dramatic.
I know, but things are about to get far more serious.
Let me put it this way, what is about to take place

has never taken place before and never will again.
It will be worse than ever before in history, so strap in
and buckle your seatbelt, if you think it’ll help any.
Begs the question, “Will this be the end?”

Simple answer, “Yes.” - See the Revelation.
It’s not like you’ve never had a heads up display,
in full detail, laid out like nothing else has been.
If you haven’t, read it, and read it closely,

and then read it again…, and again,
because you want to be ready, right?

So, what do you want, asteroid impacts? - Check.
Cometary collisions? - Check. - Three in all.
How about a meteorite storm? - Check.
Anything else? - There’s plenty more where that came from.+

So get your affairs in order, without & within, eh? - Word up!

--RK, 8:34pmEDST, 3/22/2015 - (Added link to later NEO posting: 11/21/2015)

Thursday, March 19, 2015

All is vanity…

Soft tendrils of silky narcissism+
wrap you around like a cocoon+.

Never reaching chrysalis+, you’re stuck,
wondering why nothing fundamental changes.
“The world for you,” is a comfort…

Eternity urges from within+, unable to penetrate
thin but powerful veil+, covering eyes of unreason
that won’t see, even though you know it’s true.

You shuttle again to the mirror,
avoiding pupils of beautifully irised+ eyes…+

--RK, 6/9/2007 - [Mouse over plus signs for definitions.]
     [Reformatted w/video links, 7:50pmEDST, 3/19/2015]
      See also: Beauty for lead…

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Poker face…

     “Shame you got, don’t want nobody.”

“Promises, promises…, ma, ma, ma, ma…”
So, you think it’s all about sex, when it never was,
because you’re not really listening, watching details,
details subtle, subliminal, direct to the point, the one,

yes, the one you always miss. - So how about this time?
Will you really listen and watch, closely for subtlety?
“You can’t read my poker face, no you can’t…”
True enough, I’ve seen plenty enough of it here,

where you’re blind. - Higher perspective, unassailed,
unapproached, unknown. - My poker face invisible,
so it wasn’t needed, not before your blindness,
I mean utter blindness even Poker Face can’t awaken.

Ahh, and you thought Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face” was
all about sex and nothing else. - How very, very sad.
She’s a very deep artist, embedding subtleties she
knows you’re totally blind to…, out in the open.

Message: “You can’t read [her] poker face,”
not even if you tried. - You should know
Lady Gaga better! - Dang, how sad!+

--RK, 12:13amEDST, 3/18/2015
     [Dang, somebody sure better wake up!]

Monday, March 16, 2015

I can’t tell you that.

     “Will you, can you help me?”

No, I can’t tell you, not what you already know!
No, I , I just don’t know! - How, how can I tell you?
How can I tell you what I don’t know, and just can’t?
Shove me into the corner all you want, but it ain’t,

…it just ain’t gonna’ happen, ’cause I don’t know!
“Why do you know then, how?!” - I didn’t, couldn’t!
“What the hell do you mean?!” - There’s no words.
“No words!?” - That’s right, no words, no answer.

Right, I know, neither thought nor words can tell,
not even me. - I, I fail to understand myself so,
so how can I tell you?! - I’m sorry, all words fail.
I both know and do not know, so yes, it’s bizarre!

“Then we have to talk about this!” - Yes, I know.
All right then, sit down and…, listen very closely.+

--RK, 11:01pmEDST, 3/16/2015


     DC in final sunset. - (So, is this really how it’s all been?)

You portray that you know what’s going on but,
we know it’s all just a crock, full of public gruel,
what Nazis fed those they “took care of,” hmm?
Tells a story doesn’t it? - And we’re not buying it.

You apparently don’t get just how obvious your lies have been,
which most sadly believe, because consumers never change things.
We do, because we have access, access to the truth, to the things
you didn’t take care to hide, arrogantly in league with hate…,

…hate, your highest prize in trade, many your clients whom
you’ve carefully curried, cultivated and fertilized in propaganda,
grandiose, exactly what you knew they’d lap up in eager avarice,
payday just around the corner…, just this side of apocalypse,

apocalypse you know is coming, its heavy tremors felt long ago.+

--RK, 12:23amEDST, 3/16/2015

Sunday, March 15, 2015

SuzieQ, her requiem still plays, loudly.

     We didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. - I didn’t know she’d be gone,
     …but prompted to call her two weeks before, we talked for an hour.

SuzieQ, second-oldest sister, sanctioned second mom, closest friend,
she made sure I didn’t stray, though she did, in strong purpose.
Many secrets she told me…, the best just how much she loved me.
Lacuna Coil’s deep requiem sung of other secrets they couldn’t know.

Years after her passing Cristina broke my heart in first grief,
still so very close, like she had not yet passed from before me.
An entire night in tears, carefully transcribing lyrics of Within me,
morning broke, 6/26/2008, my heart on knees, her so deeply missed.

Yes, she was the original SuzieQ, the one James & Bobby Purify
wrote and sang the song about, before CCR or the Stones’ remake.
Outside in her car, very young and quiet, she trusted my waiting.
The rest of the family gone summer south while I waited in stillness,

outside the bar where she met them. - They had a hard time,
her name, Quillie, not easy to say, so she became their SuzieQ.
You know the song, I know you do, but she was my dear sister.
She always knew I’d do the right thing, and made sure I did,

for secrets she told no one else, for her own safekeeping.
Quiet rabblerouser par excellence, no one her peer, knowing.
And so I still carry them, secrets, in safekeeping so none,
none may ever approach, SuzieQ still my protector today.

This be the secret that hides many secrets never to be told.
She did her job to preserve me even unto now, against them all,
all who might even think to approach, her countenance still,
still against them, all yet untold, but this secret veil over them.+

They keep their dark distance, black skeletons yet unrattled…,
but I needed another hedge, even deeper, after, and beyond,
beyond the veil they know nothing of, against enemy other, darker,
with many, many who went down in defeat in 1971, in Toledo, Ohio,

a very different story, as yet untold, waiting in need to be.

--RK, 9:15pmEDST, 3/14/2015
     [Her birthday same as Einstein’s, no coincidence, she knew.]

Friday, March 13, 2015

You’re not an android, so…,

     I am her enduring legacy…, just as she taught me.

…who made you?! - No, I don’t mean who were your parents!
Who made all of us, and everything around us?! - Answer me!!!
Don’t worry, I know you can’t answer that question, eh?
No…, don’t worry, I understand, I know you can’t, because…

…because this question was never allowed. - Now isn’t that right?
Okay, I have you cornered now, so where do we go from here, hmm?
I already know, but I wondered whether you do. - So…, do you?
Ahh, it’s all right. - It’s just a question, one I leave you with.

Answer it or not, I care not, because I know the answer myself.
My unasked questions were answered, while I was still, very still,
in the womb, mom reading scripture aloud to me, while I grew, still.
In her matrix, she knew, and felt me motionless…, keenly listening.

Twelfth of thirteen, I was listening very closely, the only one who could hear.
*long, deep sigh* - I have the answer, and need not ask again, nor you…, now.+

--RK, 9:12pmEDST, 3/13/2015

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Tzolkin of the Maya

     This is the underlying nested fractal of our solar system’s orbital resonances,
        which points directly toward the center of our galaxy, known
        as Hunab Ku by the Maya where the Hero Twins are
        (two supermassive black holes in a 52,000-year orbit).

Learn more about the Tzolkin (short-count) calendar of the Maya.
This link below provides a legend for the Tzolkin image above: - (Nested tables.)+
Artwork ©Copyright 2009 by RK (using Illustrator/Photoshop)•
[RK: White Planetary Worldbridger (10 Cimi: 6th row/9th col)]
Red up-arrow, 4 columns left of center = 12/21/2012.
See: The Mayan Factor: Path Beyond Technology, by José Argüelles

--RK, 8:38pmEDST, 3/12/2015

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

She talks to angels

     [Lyrics by the Black Crowes, verbatim, for Leah.]

She never mentions the word
“addiction” in certain company.
Yes, she’ll tell you she’s an orphan,
after you meet her family.

She paints her eyes as black as night now,
pulls those shades down tight.
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes.
The pain gonna’ make everything all right.

She says she talks to angels.
They call her out by her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels,
says they call her out by her name.

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket.
She wears a cross around her neck.
Yes, the hair is from a little boy, and the
cross is someone she has not met, not yet.

She says she talks to angels,
says they all know her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels,
says they call her out by her name.

She don’t know no lover,
none that I ever seen.
Yet, to her that ain’t nothin’, but to
me, yeah me, means everything.

She paints her eyes as black as night now.
She pulls those shades down tight.
Oh yeah, there’s a smile when the pain comes.
The pain gonna’ make everything all right,

all right, yeah, yeah. - She talks to angels,
says they call her out by her name, oh yeah.
Yeah, angels call her out by her name.
Oh, oh, angels call her out by her name.

Oh, oh, she talks to angels.
They call her out, yeah, yeah,
call her out. - Don’t you know that
they call her out, by her name?+

--RK, 4:18amEDST, 3/10/2015 - [New, accurate transcription.]
     [Lyrics by the Black Crowes, verbatim, for Leah.]


     My presence here…, deep within…, springs eternal.

In hope, knowing deep reality, long seen now,
you feel my presence, unmistakable…, within.
All is quiet here…, calm…, the world far away.
Let’s go back, back when…, where you remember.

Remembering the deep brings restoration, because
now you know where it all began…, so long ago.
Three memories, here and now…, there and then,
and what was before all things…, in the aforetime,

before time…, before Adam’s first breath…, our own.
Grab hold, because we moved deeper then, farther still,
where and when time held no countenance against us.
Take me back to the river of knowing…, understanding.

It’s all too black here…, here in this dark place…, with many,
many running hard aforce…, headlong in bleak ignorance,
willingly in blackness…, in dark of their own making,
far…, far from within…, a ‘place’ they’ll never know,

with nothing I can do to help them…, only hate in their lead.

--RK, 1:44amEDST, 3/10/2015 -- Slight edit: 8:37pmEST, 1/12/2016
     “I’m outta’ time…”+

Monday, March 9, 2015

Steel yourself…

     …for there is no turning away from within, not this time.
      Let us end “this crime,” because it’s “time to forget.”+

As insects all caught in hardened amber on a tree, blind,
not much I’ve been able to do to awaken them to within.
And so, virgin to true perception, they will never truly see,
never having gone within to discover all riches, far…

…far beyond senses simple, only aware, sightless inside.
Does anything inside you feel twinge for things beyond?
And so, even with this, you still fumble in fearful dark,
though sighted with eyes & hearing with ears, deaf, blind.

Death in no hurry for you, though you rush headlong, hard
into its maw to grind & incinerate, leaving no root or branch.+
No punishment waits, but He creates, then destroys stubble,+
the old thrown out for new heavens and new earth, where…

“…the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind,”+
not then. - Our exultant celebration within…, already begun in earnest.

--RK, 9:51pmEDST, 3/9/2015
     [Great video with deep metaphor and symbolism.]+

Sunday, March 8, 2015

“I see beauty in everything,…

     …but the world is still fading away!”
     “Come to me, come to me, I am waiting for you.+

--RK, 10:43pmEDST, 3/8/2015
     “Follow me, follow me, as I trip the ‘darkness,’ one more time!”+

What have I done…?

      “Oh no, here it is again. I need to know when I will fall in decay.”

I betrayed deception itself knowing its terrible anger,
and that it would never end its pursuit of me,
but I had a long start he knew nothing of, blind, and,
in mom’s caring nurture, I walked deep within, learning.

Deception still pursued, always falling back.
All before me have fallen, most not knowing,
and all before me will fall, knowing this time,
but in all this I have revealed only some,

some of whom I’ve been before, in brightness.
I visit the most talented ones, borrowing,
bringing forth the message delivered me,
delivered from long, long ago, before time.

I was carried by Him down the deep hallway,
the long hallway of eternity, before He created,
before He created space/time, the universe,
and the first couple, breathing life into him,

forming the first living soul of all, Adam,
Eve then from his rib, heart to heart.
So what have I done now near time’s slowed end,
all things dragging down entropy’s deep crevasse,

deep into existence’s final, slowed demise,
with none to witness its long end, but me?
“There’s somethin’ wrong with all the plans of my life.
“I didn’t realize that you’ve been here. - ‘Yeah, yeah…’”+

--RK, 1:14amEST, 3/8/2015
     “Don’t believe desire, destiny of a lie.”+

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Death waits…

     “Set me free, your heaven’s a lie.
       Set me free with your love, set me free, yeah!”

Death speaks and you shudder; but you’re still listening.
Death whispers, and your neck hair straightens.
Life happens, so full, yet you’re bored!
Still, death holds dark fascination.

Why? But for fear, you still approach,
neck hair still, rigid, and you move yet closer.
Life beckons behind you, has always been with you;
yet death drops while you heed no notice.

Humor sits in a corner, eyes riveted on you.
You make no notice of your own unconscious dismissal.
You smile, seemingly arm in arm with life;
yet you walk in death, fascinated, without life.

Your legs stalks, your eyes windows unseeing.
No more hackles, no more stiffening of muscles.
As death became your friend, life stood weeping.
Someone plays single notes on a piano, just for you.

But only in requiem, one you will never hear.
Time to weep for the lost, who would not find,
not knowing that all their life, they were alone, within,
while life yet weeps, and death, still, awaits…+

--RK, 6:03pmEST, 11/5/2007
   [Reformatted verbatim, Lacuna Coil video link added: 3/7/2015]
     “Don’t believe desire, destiny of a lie.”+

Sunday, March 1, 2015

“Dear diary…,

     …what a day it’s been. - Dear diary, it’s been just like a dream.”

Be sure to hit replay for the whole playlist… - *Take the journey…, within.*

--RK, 12:15amEST, 3/1/2015