Prose; Shadow


beautiful tree

I obscure my darkness to walk through life content, shadow feelings under the bed.

Convoluted darkness just below my navel only, my prescient dreams adumbrate what my body holds in, refusing to release its undulating grasp like a cranky child crying, needing attention and touch.

Male progenitor, emotional vampire and…ironically, my ally as a bridge to freedom in the face of neglectful, unfeeling, autocratic child-bearer.

Tremulous adolescence, when the course succor so needed is vacuous at best,

Cynical vexation felt so keenly in their insensitivity to my easily affected, young, psychic heart. They didn’t even know what the fuck psychic was because it wasn’t in the bible.

What could I have been?

What happy life could I have had if their crispy, mucous eyes had been open a crack?

That shadow feeling could spiral me down so quickly if I focused on it, so I only do it here

for release…because it’s bullshit, and my life is not bullshit, so I’m not filling it with that.

What is more helical bullshit that parental ignorance with an innocent, lovely child born in light and returning to light?

How twisted and contorted can adults get following societies rules, books, beliefs, and materialistic hysteria when they have in front of them a free soul, their child, needing only love by degrees, free roam by yards, food by weight and expression without limit?

The shadow of light is a contrast as a lesson

I’m using it to soar to the heights,

To rip asunder familial right to the soul of a child.

No more,

Whether in love or delusion

each child belongs to themselves only.

Just as roots do not dictate how far, wide and what direction a tree will grow,

so too, shadow roots deep below the ground only hold it in place while the wind, sky, and sun call us ever higher to dance with all of life above ground, storm and calm, for as long as we wish to live.

I hail from you but I am not you.

Feb. 8, 2017, Yellow 13 Warrior


Prose; Skin

pick a tomato

The shell of a turtle, a carapace, guards your continuance of electric water, straight to your brain, pulls your vibration down in by degrees.

Your skin like a husk full of ridges on corn smells sweet,

hard to pull off at the bottom, tassles so soft on my face, the smell of earth.

Your arm was warm and pleasant as the first tomato of summer in my hungry hand.

Let me bite into that luscious fruit, so sweet and tangy

 or a mango stream of juice down my chin.

I’m distracted, clement smells from your back

Why are so sweet yet so smart and severe?

No end to touch makes my breathing peaceful.

I feel happy…oh god I’m doomed.

Indeed, it only lasted one day and you ripped your skin from me again.

At least you can’t take the memory from me.

Words can never erase actions like skin can never cover feelings.


Re-Program; Does Resistance Work?


I might be digging into the oracles foundation for 10,000 years.

No, wait, 20,000 years…or

How old are the human species?

6 million years, our ancestors-approximate. 200,000 years, modern humans

Well, the earth is…4.5 billion years old and we have the DNA from every living thing in our cells that ALLOWED itself to evolve on the Earth before we did.

Every living thing, every plant, worm, insect, animal, and cell that came before us flowed with the soil, the water, the mud, the detritus, the sludge, the fire, and ice…it just….was.

and it allowed itself to be on the earth, working synergistically together, no wrangling or fists, it allowed itself to be what it was because it didn’t have a mirror…to EXAMINE….and think…”What…do….I….think?”

We are a moaning, creaking tower of human thinking.  Towering human intellects decide that resistance is the most constructive course and I’m on the wrong side of the pond or the field if I see it differently.

Maybe human thinking is overrated if it cannot LET the living thing NEXT TO IT JUST BE WHAT IT IS.  These Red people are just confused.  They don’t understand.  Wow, how unacceptable and new for a human being to not understand.  They are evil because they are scared and don’t understand?  You’ve never been scared and not understood something? You’re a THINKER and you always understand everything!

Not everybody thinks all the time.  Some people feel, sense, and intuit all the time. People do different things.

Can I please, just be a blade of grass, or a quiescent pool diving deep because I now have gills?

I’ve decided it makes more sense to devolve so I can stop thinking.

When I think, then I decide to resist…breathing, seeing, feeling, intuiting, knowing-everything that ALLOWED NATURE and it’s cooperation to harmonize before I existed, my thinking is just better.  Not.

Because human beings think so much they’ve stopped feeling so much and knowing so much so that now they are this thing call civilized and think they’ll do civil disobedience to procrastinate jumping into the crystal water and having fun, knowing what they want…

they want their gills back.

My oracle said, “Human resistance works!  Look at this example”  And when I go back millions of years to the beginning of evolution, I was able to take a nap in peace next to a frog.

(The frog is an ancient species, far older than humans, as are many animals and plants.)


Prose; Gray Day

gray day.jpg

The sky is much grayer lack of light and still prayer.

Tree bark darker wet mud dragged upstairs.


Sad goodbyes to the bright sun that shocks eyes in May,

It appears a huge orb high in the sky.

We say “What’s that big orange disc by day?”

Who hides behind clouds that we hate.

Oh please dear sun, we beg for your warmth,

We can’t take one more grate of this fate.


His smug face looks at me with a smirk.

He’s eighteen and he’s jibbing his mother so low

But he’s serious, he prefers this to hurt,


He was born in a snowbank at the end of this month

Eighteen short years as I rank.

I’ll forgive him this time as there won’t be much more

Of his smart-alec ways to imbibe

He’s going away, out my front door

And that’s when my heart may just die.

Jan. 30, 2017



Prose; My Only Child Turns Eighteen Today





In my memory, eighteen years ago holds sway

Who do I value most of all?

It’s you my son so big and tall

May your life have adventures that take your breath

May you jump in feet first, unafraid of death

I know that’s odd for a mother to say

But my son has seen death like it’s yesterday

His father is gone, a year ago now

He loved our son dearly at his final bow

I’ve held the ship level as best I can

Mostly alone with some helping hand

The men do die, often you know

The woman on her own in the ice and snow

Remember that sometimes people need help

A hand or two is all when they yelp

Just as we have done in these last two years

Keep your friends close as you move through the tears

But there’s fun to be had, plenty of that

As you move around life from the last place you sat

Run the race strong, keep your head up son


Essay; “The Hillary Doctrine”

It is a grievous fact that Hillary has dropped into the shadows somewhat since the election was un-democratically stolen from her, but I still want to talk about her.  She won.  Never let that die.  Never.  She won the election of 2016.

However, just as she was announcing her candidacy, my mate Michael (deceased now asthe-hillary-doctrine-cover of March 2016) bought me a great book, “The Hillary Doctrine”, Sex & American Foreign Policy by Valerie M. Hudson & Patricia Leidl.  I read it in three days.  It is very, very, well written and a brilliant book.

The subjugation of women and all living things on the earth is due in great measure to the U.S. military-industrial complex in alliance with for-profit multinational corporations; tax-payer funded.  This book paints a picture of how that plays out. Unfortunately, Hillary supported some of these corporations in her desire for power.  She was called on the carpet for that frequently, as though her payment for the ascent to power should be any different than a man’s when our government functions as a for-profit business to start wars.  If she was going to be President, there was a price to pay.  I personally wouldn’t have done it and she lost.  These are big failures for her.  She still set a precedent for women all over the world and realized great things in her government positions.  I am grateful to her for these lessons.




Do you think we may have seen this in action on an international scale during the women’s march?  Do you think this may be because Hillary Clinton was known, loved, and respected all over the world, women knew what she stood for and knew who she was, and were protesting the theft of the election from her?  I do.

I ask the Women’s Movement to bring itself up to another notch and conduct itself in a manner that can be taken seriously by the world community rather than a U.S. Pop culture phenom that comes in waves.  Her quote is a big deal.  Read it a few times and then read the book.  The condition of life for women on this planet is as big a deal as the condition of the planet itself!  How many movements fight for the Earth?  About fifty, and probably five big ones.


We all start out as a female in the dark of the womb.


Woman is peace

There is no way to woman, a woman is a way for life to be manifest



Men start the war, in the dark, in the absence of peace, light, and women.  Therefore, in order for men to make war, they must destroy women.


















  • I want to advocate for myself in confidence
  • I want to live safely in the world as a woman
  • I want affordable healthcare for my female body.
  • I want more people on Earth to feel better
  • I want more stability and security as a woman
  • I want the household chores split equally in my home
  • I want to be equal among humanity as a woman
  • I accept the different sexual expressions and orientations of other women
  • I want to thrive as a woman
  • I want to work in a robust economy as a woman
  • I want equal access to bank loans as a woman
  • I want to have more fun as a woman
  • I want to feel balance in diversity as a woman



Essay; Third Wave Feminism. You could Unclench your Fist, Open your hand and Meditate to Bring Real Change.

This dates me.  Women’s values and perspective change with the new generation.  I was born in 1963 so I am at the tail end of the hippie generation (1945-1965).

I’ve always seen the imbalance in power between the genders.  First and second-wave feminism really helped bring light to the problem and I have no problem being grateful for those lessons that leading women bestowed on us.  I will never characterize it as a blood sacrifice though.  I will never heed a call to war and I will never begin hating others just to be a so-called “dominant woman”.  I will also never hark back to the old pagan days of matriarchy that denigrated men.

But this latest seed of misandry, hatred of men from the younger women, no thanks. Since WHEN? have women viewed the energy of heart LOVE as weak compared to that of anger?  Maybe we’re not defining love the same way.  We’ll have to have a discussion between all of us, including the men.  Maybe it’s time to define our terms.

If this latest feminist display continues to embody just mouthpieces or anger and rant, misandry and hate, intolerance of women who express themselves differently, women who are raising loving, hetero males who want to have sex with a woman someday, and no support of LOVE, EDUCATION, THINKING, and ENLIGHTENMENT, No thanks!

This video is excellent making light of the Third Wave of Feminism that is bad seed.  It’s toxic and could destroy women’s empowerment.  You can’t empower yourself by tearing someone else down, including men.















Men are objectified as much as women.










Lisa Townsend, 1/23/17

Re-Program; What is your Tzolkin Themeplex?


Anyone who wants to input their full birthday into the Tzolkin Day Calculator, just go to the site at the link below.  At the top is a rectangle.  Click on the rectangle at this page that says “Dreamspell Calculator”.

Tzolkin Day Calculator

Scroll down the page until you see where you input your birthday.

Your Tzolkin Themeplex will then pop up.  Now go back to the first page.  Find the name of your archetype on the huge list, click on that and there is much great reading about your multi-dimensional self. That said, my FB Group, Time Science & Art has taken it up a notch and given it some other dimension. It’s best to follow that daily.

Welcome to your journey to synchronicity where Time is Art and every day becomes your field of play.

There are also a few apps you can add to your phone. Just search online.

If you’re interested in a full chart that includes parts of your astrological profile rolled into your Tzolkin Themeplex you can order that from me in the FB Group, Time Science & Art. Just message me. They take me about two hours to do and the fee is $70.00.