Stuck In Weird Otherworld
© Surazeus
2025 07 28

Stuck in weird Otherworld of the Dream Mind,
Dante with no Virgil to guide my way,
I gaze at faceless angels of your souls
in vain attempt to understand your Name
that programs how you play your social game
as we wander to find Heaven in Hell.

Billions of human beings alive of Earth,
each individual special in their way
with gender, race, and creed unique to them,
all blend in one consolidated soul
who represents First Mother of Mankind,
that woman who generated us all.

I perceive her one original soul
gleaming in eyes of every human being
for we all bloom from egg of her first soul
as wisdom of her fraught experience
programs how we perform quest of our heart
to find plain secret of eternal life.

The drama of each individual life
displays scope of fate-fortunate results
that occur from consequence of free will,
ranging from comedy through tragedy
as some succeed to become global gods
while most live carefully, till we all die.

Each individual journeys on Life Way
down into cluttered maze of dire mistakes,
up mount of weakness-purging exercise,
then soaring on wings of mental success
to dwell in Heaven we create from Hell,
yet each soul dies somewhere along the way.

Transcending obstacles of ignorance
through comprehension of how Nature works,
we adjust gestures of performing hands
so we create good rather than destroy
in quest to support the people we love
instead of trying to control their minds.

Love gives and supports people we respect,
while lust takes and try to control their bodies,
for Jesus through example of his deeds
shows good leaders help individuals grow
while bad leaders exploit us for their wealth,
so we choose whom to follow when we vote.

I code in surreal fairy tales of fate
journey of my life to Heaven from Hell
which maps my own personal odyssey
across weird landscape of conceptual myth
that shows how I create my paradise
where I sing prophecies of life and death.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury to lead Ophelia through Inferno, up Purgatorio, and safely to their home in Elysium where they invite friends for summer evening barbecues.

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