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Ode to Divination

A gift from the divinity
To interpret signals of electricity
Messages your brain can’t understand
Messages from near and distant lands

Some can’t understand divination
They think it’s a stone and string
But from the dawn of time
An art amazing, sat nav sublime

Anyone who just cannot appreciate
This art, gives results no credence
I’m sorry to report, heads in a box
The one this system has made for us

Divination at first hand sounds crazy
Get answers to any question daily
This amazing art looks off the wall
But there shouldn’t be any walls at all

Divination is a pair of stabilizers
On your first bike, until you are wiser
Once you get skilled and develop talent
Then you don’t need aids to your balance

Then you can connect to mission control
Can you hear voices? Not demons at all
More than likely the divine committee
Wants to help you like it’s helping me

The box on your head is the Berlin wall
Tear it down, then find a world of mental
And open your mind to spirit help
Wading through life doesn't have to be hell

Higher mind is essential to get direction
Only way to connect without meditation
This is with a pendulum or rod
Your very own personal telephone to god

Just remember to ask it test questions
And ask it if it stands in the light
Better still, ask for your 6th density self
Always highest interest, and ready to help

Their bodies were as the clearest crystal;
glimmering in the broad daylight, nearly blinding those who gazed upon them in wonder and disbelief. Though they carried the likeness of glass, their movements were as soft skin; bending and twisting, stretching as they walked.
within them no organs or flow of blood existed, only the purest of light, which glowed as though it were the brightest of suns;
within the glow, the flowing of electrons; twisting, swirling, and dancing around one another in a silent symphony of wonderful harmony and trails of blue and purple light.

The Anion V.12 class Direct Energy Generators that powered them were advanced beyond anything the followers of the old world had ever seen. Converting Ions to charge from the air itself, they could push beyond speeds beyond the limits anyone could imagine. They could run longer and harder than the outlawed engines of the old world; they could hunt down and eliminate those who defied the laws of the new age. The shadow of the death angle grew over the remnants of the old world.

Ugonna Wachuku  

Prologue 

To fill empty hours of my despair and positivity; to occupy 

these fleeing hours that seem to have no meaning; just to

find fulfilling reality to the pain I face, let me write you this

letter; hoping that my intention would be well understood;

believing that whatever I feel for this being on the path to

love and life would be made known when the next new

moon brightens our calm sky; in order to bring hope,

inspiration and smiles to the bleeding soul of each

humankind who fatally face persecution and 

fundamental human rights violation.  

May we have good governance, servant leadership, love, 

human rights, peace, security, abiding electricity, healthcare, 

education, economic viability, prosperity, durable roads, 

functional public transportation, national pride, global 

respect, accountability and sustainable development for 

our enduring, protesting plus "suffering and smiling" 

people. 

This is a mind journey in the being and soul that I am. 

In my native Igbo language, we call it: akọ na uche; 

meaning common sense and good thought. Let me, 

in this poetic letter, take the mantle of good thought 

and common sense into that unfathomable realm of 

the human mind and essence in motion. This is the 

realization of all that makes us human. Whether 

we are humane is another matter.

Let me, therefore, write this letter to you; believing 

that the meaning of all I desire and cherish for the 

survival and oneness of humanity would be seen in 

that same spirit of peace, love, creativity, innovation, 

sustainability, inspiration and solidarity amongst 

humankind. May we see, hear and understand. 

May we be. 

The Letter:

Beloved:

Many days ago, I left home.   
You were not there; but I had
to take you with me in order to
find meaning to the new person I
would be through creativity 

and innovation. 

You were not there. So, I resolved
not to leave you behind shadows and
dark clouds. Many streams flowed in
my heart. I was so lonely. Yet not
alone. I was on my way to this new
life, hope and beginning. Yet, I
knew brooks in your thought. Those
brooks embraced and watered my effort
to find that nature of life in an
environment so peaceful yet painful.

My faith was strong. I had every
firm belief that I would make it.
You gave your blessing and love
even before I asked. Did you not
tell me what to wear? Did you not
affirm that my faith will surely
see me through in that ever 

present Sea Walker's

unfailing love and care?

When you walked away, a windy, 
calm, refreshing breeze from you
embraced my being. I felt angelic
hands on my head and shoulders.
Thoughts of you followed me to the
end of blue, midnight clouds and
skies. I was breathless. I hoped to
see earth's coming new day.

In my dreams; in my thoghts:- those
thoughts you posses, I saw your face
that blue, cloudless night. I saw 

inspiring hand of beauty and dignity

which you placed on my life. I waited

to embrace your new rainbow. Then,  

I waited on the beach of your love

and solidarity to ponder and dream
good, new dreams for you and for
me, for humankind in need and pain.

I write to you today, in my pain;
in my despair; in my uwavering 

hope; in my uplifting joy, in my

loneliness and calm uncertainty; 
just to let you know that love will
always conquer; even when its not
given or given but not accepted. 

You mean hope itself to me.
You mean loving thought and
the will to survive to my
being. You are life. You are
love so brilliant. And this

loving brilliance I must follow

in order to remain human with
humaneness; for us and for

our enduring, protesting plus

"suffering and smiling" people;

because through this devastating

pain, meaningful freedom, sustainable

liberation and hopeful reality must 

emerge to plant our inspiring people

on flourishing "green pastures"

of this blessed land.   

With love and every beautiful wish:

Ugonna Wachuku