A DIVINE PSYCHE MANIFESTO

1990

With disgust & with anger I look back on these long years

of our silence,

years without Passion, years without Vision,

these pedestrian sidewalk years of the anticlimactic Postmodern blahs,

these years of an intolerably stressed out, sclerotic nation

lulled by the Big Lie—

Lie of the media tube's slick Teflon Fabrication

Lie of the mouth-frothing, Spirit-castrating, Satan-baiting,

God-in-the-box Fundamentalists

Lie of the stainless steel, silicon-injectable old paradigm of an ideal,

the endless progress of Technos

Lie of the feel good, you-can-have-it-all yuppie wet dreams in heaven,

mountains of big daddy dollars waiting at the end of a self-deluding,

lullaby-to-sleep rainbow

Lie of the Power Establishment's smoke & mirrors, its cover-ups

& catered corridors of spin handlers & secret consultants

& image-marketing specialists fashioning the golem

of deceit & deception & disinformation

Years of lies! cover-ups! deceit & deception & disinformation!

media minions packaging sound-bite placebos

—the medium is the message, goes the electro-sage maxim,

unreality dished up on instant TV dinner platters—

& our forgotten spiritual energies are dammed up

like real atomic power in a somatic containment underground

by conditioned insecurity of Ego, our slick narcissistic little dictator,

its gray matter reduced to a fetid mass of resumes—

IT IS TIME

IT IS TIME TO OPEN OUR EYES

IT IS TIME TO LET A NEW POWER COME THROUGH

I open my eyes & the American billboard I see—

I see hordes of buzz word simpletons & interfacing geeks,

fashion robots & lobotomized rats, reptile survivalists

& sad rooms filled with obedient zombies of TV

I see multitudes vomiting the microwave jibberish of hype

I see new generations cowering & prostrate before the monstrosity of Hydra,

triple-headed of Career, Money & Security

I see new university-bred barbarians loyal to no one but their own vengeful,

life-is-tough self-interest

I see hostile suburb armies, marching to the mantra of success,

tagging along their flash card two-year-olds

I see long-planned Pentagon war game strategists setting new dates

for Armageddon

I see our B-movie street violent decline, our nerve-shot gasp

& collapse, our blood-letting hunger,

our

dis-

orientation

the homeless tide

no beacon

to see by

always awaiting the next war

preparing now for

setting a date for...

& the people perish, without a Vision

People! Americans! Citizens of the world! Did we not have a Dream?

A Dream of our Mother planet turning to a new dawn,

turning to celebrate our long-awaited soul liberation,

the Golden Light promise of the Aquarian?

Has the Dream been betrayed?

Must we suffer a Dark Age?

Too long has Divine Power within breast & skull been forgotten

Too long our tired disappointment over some past psychedelic revolution

half-baked

Too long have we been duped by our own disillusionment, falling prey

to the cynic sycophants of the Grand Fabricator

Are we cowards? Can we not keep our eyes open?

Can we not praise new Vision in our midst?

Let us say it: Our cynicism is rot.

There is another Song in the Air—

Hear it? I sing it—

From the long-readied tongue a new Word goes forth—

I have stood long upon the far, eye-casting Pacific cliffs of Vision

& I have heard it rise, rise melodious from the sea—

Swift, potent, mercurial, revealing futurity, transforming the willing heart

that receives it

A Word like a wind of Fire, penetrating the steel casing of the brain,

cement embankments of the flesh, the lead walls of the heart,

recircuiting the new silicon digital eyes & ears

A Word like a wind of Fire, liberating the bodiless imprisoned voices

repressed for centuries by Church of Sin & Church of Science,

voices of all your animal shadows & totems, your complexes,

neuroses, hang-ups, howling within you

A Word like a wind of Fire, melting the daily prison bars of your credit,

cosmetics, cars & computers, your television & endless videos,

your guns & cocaine & valium, your compulsive Wall Street

connection

A Word like a wind of Fire, addressing the ant hill multitudes swarming

& swarming daily the freeways, city plazas, stadiums, shopping malls

& airports,

addressing you, the naked individual, in your midnight solitudes,

insomniacs of your fears & insecurities, your vertigo before

the abyss of your soul—

Do you turn away? We have turned away long enough.

From the poet's tongue a new Word goes forth,

like a wind of Fire bearing the tiny Seed of a new spiritual urgency—

A Seed you cannot pulverize, encapsulate & sell

A Seed you cannot examine by high-powered microscope,

you cannot bombard by particle accelerator

A Seed the tenured scholars' mills, grinding & grinding,

can never grind down

A Seed vanishing in the wind never captured.

A Seed only the open heart can receive,

and we will plant it there, in the heart of our body,

and we will plant it there, in the heart of our Earth—

We will plant it, you & I, in school, church, synagogue & temple,

in university & corporate industrial park, in ghetto & suburb,

in city hall, town square, state Capitol, White House, Congress

& Pentagon.

This Divine-delivered Seed will sink roots into the heart of Earth

& its vigorous Light-revealing branches will spread throughout

the Air of all dialogue, of all arts, sciences, scholarship & learning,

of all global media intercommunicating & networking.

This Seed will burst every nation's borders,

such a wind is carrying it, such a wind—

This is new Vision to guide us

This is new Vision through the Postmodern apocalyptic cusp

of Ages

This is new Passion, the hole in the heart of us ravished by Divine Power,

our own Higher Self wanting us, this moment, in this body!

This is life magnified to ever greater spiritual dimensions, veil after veil

of lies, cover-ups, deceit & deception & disinformation torn away!

We have been silenced too long

Too long a nation duped

Too long a planet wrapped in sleep

IT IS TIME

IT IS TIME TO WAKE UP

IT IS TIME TO LET A NEW POWER COME THROUGH

WAKE UP!

A NEW POWER IS COMING THROUGH

A NEW POWER IS COMING DOWN

A wind is picking up & sweeping through us, a new Word

goes forth, a tiny Seed to burst the old Piscean cosmos open—

into revelation!

Seed of Uranian Vision!

exploding open the vast multiplicity of multidimensional Divinity

Seed of DIVINE PSYCHE!

Divine Psyche, who radicalizes & polyphrenizes the monolithic

lifelong fortress of little dictator Ego

Divine Psyche, who revitalizes & dynamizes the body parched

& shriveled, without desire

Divine Psyche, who inspires, reorients & leads new armies of creative

& spiritual warriors

Divine Psyche, who is wise counselor to our private, labyrinthine

sufferings

Divine Psyche, who is Golden Thread weaving a new Story of us,

a new history of soul

Divine Psyche, who is Fountain of unlimited Creativity, calling us,

the artists, to bring forth the new ore of Divinity into the world

Divine Psyche, who is endless revealing, exposing the Secret Controllers

who exploit & manipulate billions of souls upon Earth

Divine Psyche, who is Liberator from despotic Technos & its worldwide

Big Brother New World Order conspiracy network

Divine Psyche, who is Tree of New Life, a new covenant for Earth

for generations to come

Divine Psyche, who is guide for us among all cosmic Powers

today contacting us

Divine Psyche, who is new Word of a new Song

behind each word of our tongue

Already the multidimensional androgynous Divinity of Air

appears in visions & visitations

Already the polyphrenic Presence is with us

Already other Intelligences call on us

Are we ready? Are we prepared to join them

in communion?

We have pushed on into a new century,

a new Millennium, a New Age—

We are going on through the battle zone.

People, there is new Vision, a Living Image

of the Higher Self we are

coming through—

Seed of Divine Psyche I share with you.

The Living Waters are rising,

a wind sweeps over the face of Earth,

Divine Psyche comes to us & through us unravels

the dark nets & webs that silenced us & blinded us.

Through us, Divine Psyche unravels the Big Lie.

All that is hidden is to be revealed

And this wind will dance before us—

Into your ear this Seed I plant.

The Answer

Do you seek the Answer?

Do you want the Answer?

Is Psyche the Answer?

The Answer?

What is this need for old salvation paradigm nonsense?

The Answer?

You want the Answer like an assembly line packaged instant breakfast?

You want the Answer like the latest carefree shampoo?

You want the Answer like the big T Truth pie in the sky?

You want the Answer like Mommy & Daddy give answer

to little Joe-Joe & Suzie?

You want the Answer?

You think I offer Divine Psyche as the Answer?

I'll give you a dozen answers, two dozen answers, a hundred answers,

a thousand answers.

Psyche teaches all the answers, anytime, moment by moment,

an endless revealing of answers—

Is Psyche the Answer? Psyche demolishes & dances upon

the grave of the Answer.

Who would dance with Psyche will know all answers.

Who would dance with Psyche will know all questions,

questions interconnected with questions, and new answers

for each, moment by moment, an endless revealing of answers—

The cosmic Big Guy Answer Man—he dead.

And Big Balloon, your favorite logo smiling across it

—whether Right or Left of dualistic politics, or some grand Ism

or Ego—

is Uranian blasted. By the Uranian One.

Now you see it

Now you don't

teaches Psyche.

And Psyche teaches—

Psyche teaches all languages, all games, roles, models, all systems,

stances & paradigms.

Psyche teaches all the myths, old & new & those still coming.

Psyche is New Age Divine Mythos, Water Bearer of all Wisdom,

Living Fountain of unlimited Creativity, our personal mentor

of all mythmaking.

Psyche takes us by the hand & teaches every dance—

To dance, O seeker, to dance!

The Dance is the Answer