Marianne speaks

I have had my refurbishing. The world we are living in is changing rapidly. I don't have much more to say. I guess at the end of it, some will cultivate their gardens. I will sweep the floor.

I am Marianne

Having been found in an abandoned garden last month (I was exposed to the elements for 7 years), I am now being cleaned up and refurbished. It feels good to be home. I feel like singing from La Chanson.

I am! Marianne du Lac, then and now
And within this shimmering spectrum of our circle,
This roundbodied forum, I preside.
Here!
We celebrate the first of our catharses
That began in the crèche of La Calmette
Now!
We feel the release, the hope that
As the Age doth change, we shall be heard.
In that relief our eyes do merge
As One;
One eye panning the wide skies
From this cervical window, sparkling.
Look!
The heavens are crackling with stars pure and new,
Sunrises of one thousand blues,
Watercolored prisms of yellows and golds
That hold, at last, our firmament by day,
I say:
I am filled with a beginner's awe
From all this other world that is our temple
And our home.
I say:
From here I help the priestesses, my sisters,
Find the humanfriend companions of their own
Who, like Pamé are struggling on that aching globe –
O beauteous Earth!
O lost and helpless paradise!
Your children of living flesh and feelings
Are fearful as the Age doth change.
O reckless, quaking time!
O mournful hearts! O apocalyptic orb!
Spitting out the fumes of greed and hate;
Splitting ground, choking atmosphere, Dear MotherGod!
Tell us it is not too late...
As some of these - your children –
Live only to survive
Another test of consciousness
Searching for the something –
For You
For Him
For the Holybreath
To suffuse them with a reason for existence.
O Love!
We are the Guides!
Love!
This is our mission!
Dear human friends, remember us,
Remember and receive us
Through your softening volition.

Marianne Commentaries

Endings are upon us. A young woman dearly loved died October 8. A cavehouse in the Pyrenees began demolition today. The angry poodle next door, after 14 years of relentless yapping, is dying. Twelve false apostles and their leader emerged from the woods. The Earth has lost her virginity. Sources of income are ruined by the fall of the moneygods.
Home, hearth, community are evaporating. Clutching fear hardens the human heart. Grasping fear reaches for a disintegrating politics. Dreams dissolve. Prophecies— powerless and unredeeming—cease.

Behind a curtain unknown,
Invisible, unready,
A beginning waits.