Gazriel
Gazriel
The author Joseph Chilton Pearce frequently speaks of the three realms of (non)existence that we inhabit: the explicit order or gross realm, the implicit order or subtle realm, and the super-implicit order or causal realm. If we think of the implicit order as potential or wave and the explicit as manifestation or function, we can begin to see that reality is most definitely multi-dimensional. Rupert Sheldrake calls the implicit order morphogenetic fields.
Take mathematics as an example. All of the mathematicians throughout the history of the world give rise to the field of math, yet math is not limited to one particular individual. We give rise to something that is greater than anyone of us, wave and function being absolutely inseparable. Whenever a person creates a new mathematical theorem it feeds back into the field that gave rise to it. What is loosed on earth is loosed in heaven.
Once I began to see the creative potential of the implicit order within myself I started using it to access different fields of Intelligence. Namely, the fields of language and poetry. I have been writing poetry for about a year and a half and over this time have learned to use the concentration gained from meditation to place myself into a state of creative vulnerability, allowing the field of language/poetry to manifest in a flow freed from the control of my will and conditioned ego.
Now, these poems are nothing like my usual style or flow. When I write from the Heart is when I feel that spark of energetic passion that gives rise to my finest poems (at least in my opinion). But what is amazing about these poems (see below) is their tone of playfulness and subject matter. If you allow it, the field can use you and your experience to craft something that you personally would never choose to craft.
A little while back I entered into a field of Intelligence and wrote 14 poems in three days, all of them unlike my previous work in numerous ways. Below are some of my favorites. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
Cadillac Jack by (Field Touched) Jason Turner
Tantamount to death
His breath held a stench
Of wicked witch warts
And dingo farts
Then he starts singing holiday carols
And whistling jive arrows
Of conceited repetition
Into my austere position
Cadillac Jack
A Brokeback Humpsack
A dixie-dishin' fried kitchen
A halitosis havin' catfish
Filled with petri-dish sperm twitch
Carolina stitch crossbred with alley cat
Fat cats got nothin' on old Cadillac
Ra-ta-tat-tat
Guardian Rail by Jason Turner
Save the whales and the snails
And the guard rails
Protecting me from rusty nails
Loaded up with dynamite destruction
Function of conjunction with my greasy elbow
Shit Bro, hammer that sucker down!
Hero newly found
A sleek compound molded to perfection
Purpose of protection
Salivating skateboard recourse
Drunk on polish and remorse
Divorced from the Source and reaping the rewards
"Of course, there are the warts
And the jelly donut fingers
Which tends to linger......like a fractured femur!
Oh, sweet revenge
Got me a new friend to upend
Send him flying on the the mayonnaise packet express
A distress pheromone rocket ship
Have a nice trip?"
Devious device duly noted
But promoted in my lexicon
Alibi pigsty
But I don't mind
Government grown guardians are hard to come by
Hero Of The Day by Jason Turenr
Challenge me to a ringmaster duel
Before school or in the afternoon
Doesn't matter to me
Because I strut from above
Got God on my side
And besides that
I'm a brainiac
A world-renowned whiz
With a gift for the biz of life
So if you want a knife fight
I'll wait here all night
Superman shit hisself when I crossed his eyes
You better recognize
My extraordinary ability of being me
Another day then?
Perhaps when you contact some friends?
Or can jump me from behind?
Never mind that
The sign on my back protects from you flak
Like Charleston Chew whiplash
I'll fling your ass
Through the schoolhouse window
Where Katrina Minnow and her cackling hens
Will watch you up-end Mrs. Hershtermouse
And with the magnum force of my throw
You'll rip off her blouse
Exposing her sweaty quadruple d's
For the whole world to see
And while I get off scot free
You'll be up Shit's Creak
With a government contracted paddle
So saddle up
You gringo grease monkey
You tapestry of deformity
You lipstick wearing fuddy-duddy
And make way for the Chief of the Beef
The holiest of MC's
The King of the Sea with a chameleon fleet
(That's Me)
Stupid Travels by Jason Turner
Gulliver trampled on my wicker stick
And denoted to me his distaste for my portly ways
Pexagram in hand and all
He must think he's tall
Yeah, a tall tale
Full of whiskey and ale
Maybe the tired will sing his glorious proclaim
But not me
I see the Shoelace Kings for what they are
Fabricating rhubarbs
Go home with your intestines aglow
Or knock me down a drink
Do you really think the impossible deem seems all that keen to me?
I know what you are
A fink
A rat's mink filled with voluptuous stink
A hammering wink laced with idle pink
It's gonna be a nice day when your Liverpool sinks
Head and shoulders respect what I think
Yeah, may-be another kamikaze head shrink
But it's still a catapult shy of a wishing well
Go sell hell somewhere else
Obnoxious fool
Should have stayed in school
Bar none wax-a-dilly
A performance silly nincompoop
Refried Beans Speaking Japanese by Jason Turner
Dreary warp touchstone
A Ringling Brothers rodeo side-show
Testimony to go
Holy Ghost smoking dope
Recess confession
Abscess abstraction
Beaver mills and cocaine thrills
Juxtapose
Before we go let me know
The secrets of existence
Resistance to the show
German jubilee
And the might of a flea
Look at me!
Bet you can't see between the lines
Of parallel skies
And macaroni bowties
Leisure suits are the best
Especially with a corsican vest
35 cents to invest
In capital gains
Stains on the brain
Drain on the economy of a lobotomy
Oh my goodness, a talking calico
And a Burmese Billy goat!
Can we go, can we go?
Pretty please with maple syrup on top?
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June 2009 
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