This is where it begins to get wierd, ways of life,
and death, are hard to comprehend, I think it is about midcentury,
the 50's or 60's, here i'm pushing my ability to tell the tale,
or even comprehend what i am seeing, much less render it into word.

I think this part comes from just before that,
the late 40's, or early 50's.

I've heard this chant eternally in my dreams, it echoes throughout lately,
it's always her voice that is strongest, but sometimes a multitude,
sometimes a plainative wail, others an exuberant shout.

It is similar to other chants built from her words,
some of which i have set down previously in Devi's Words,
but this one is associated with this period.

From which it has been revealed to me the following,
represents a critical part of a critical time;
a bottleneck in the possibilities of the future,
the tracks of time.

I usually pick up the view strongest from her point of view, but sometimes,
like this morning, it's in her words,
Other times i get the views of others involved, who's stories are told.

These are usually my dreams lately, but they have become evemore mixed with
reccollections (recollection recordings) of her youth,
our years of knowing each other (still in my future),
and some of the more crucial times of the Interregnums.

These later I am yet unable to comprehend or begin to describe,
but they are the most vivid by far, blocking the recall of other,
more comprehensible visions.

Below is the chant, which gets a little slim at times,
it sounds so much better when being sung.

My Dream

First there were the soldiers fortifying thier position outside the village.
Then the protesters began to gather and think and see and speak.
We grew strong, into a cacophony of chaos, understanding, and indignation.
Eventually driving them off with chants, squirt guns, truth, and shame.

Then the pacifists talked of the "enemy" and wanted contact with them.
We all quailled at the thought, and went to leave.
i risked the sacrafice of my life and approached the first door in the hill.
The little rotund gray clay man of the transcendant met me there with his silent eyes.
While behind him the children played.

A chant had been building this whole time and with my return.
It became victorious, ebbulent.
We began to march across the countyside forming the words into a stronger song.
As we grew i became more aware of the inadequacy of my voice, i wavered, then slept.
Still dreaming the song.

When i woke my voice broke. i was alone and for a moment. i quavered.
Then found my strong voice.
In the moment of silence i heard the implicit return of our troops.
surely they would now have my life.
As my voice boomed out accross the cleared hillside my courage grew.
Fear of death again fled.
i pulled it all out and formed an impervious shield about me.
Sensing all. Reacting to all. Affecting all.
Part of the environment, and those around me.

That was when i experienced field.
i first really knew and understood fields.
i was fields. fields was i. Tao ran, chi coursed.
Programing and connections and wetware evolved.
Models, paradigms, modes, and method expanded and coalesced
Quickly, synergicly, serendipitously, effectively.
All unified in my new ability to merge with fields.
Achieving a new more profound knowledge of fields then ever was before.

A new toolage of fields. A new being of human.
A new righteous shield and fist.

Then, as no bullet came to bring me down.
As my squirt gun fell from my hand.
The dreamer awoke.

i've changed my heart
i've changed my soul

unchain my home
unchain my hope

unchange this land
unchange this world

give me back my heart
give me back my soul

unshame my name
unchain this world

we've gone too far
unmake this war

we've come too far
we want more

unshame my heart
you want more oil

untame my love
you want more toil

proclaim more need
your infinite greed

hear our voice
hear our need

another choice
no more to bleed

blood runs in sands
every woman

raise up you voice
make our choice

have we no brain
we act insane

there's no more time
for this insane crime

unchain my part
unshame this land

no more of our blood
for your oil

no more misery
for our toil

no more killing
of the unwilling

we will not kill
where we should till

wanton pillage
change to tilllage

cry
try
die
sky

live(S)
survive(s)

nation

nations
relations

fear
near
dear

i'll not be part
your dirty war

unchain my art
uncloud your heart

ours is not to die
but to rise into sky

this song don't stop
shop till you drop

we must be stop n
this evil cropin

its far too late
to mutilate
this earth our home

fear to the bone
mankind alone

atone

sacriledge
of our knowledge

there are no words
wards

how many more
years of gore

must we suffer
your dark supper

there is no time
right for this crime
grime

you make this heaven
heavy and leaden

ease up the rope
with wich you choke

children
torture

rights
lights

dare
glare
stare

the war machine
will never be clean

dream
steam

our hands
our lands

sleep
deep
weep

wept
slept
crept
swept

weft
craft

theft
death
breath
breadth

obscene
green

sword
lord

amen
pen

blood
mud

war machine

unclaim our dreams

team
unclean

never did hate
make a nation great

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