Is Our World a Matrix Made of WordTrix?

After you listen to this video, consider how amazing it is when the Truth is right before our ears – and yet we’re not attuned to hEARing it. Thus, we cannot truly be of Sound Mind, which is why the world grows increasingly insane.

When I first wrote this piece in the 90s, as part of my faerieography, The wRites of Passion of Philomela Nightingale, it included the following stanzas, which I later dropped because they no longer have contemporary relevance. You might enjoy seeing them anyway. They fit in right after the ‘Tweedle Dee fights Tweedle Dum riff and just before the reference to IRE-Land:

The conflict between Good and Evil that caused the 20th Century’s main upheaval
was again played out by duplicates so-posed to be real opposites:
One boldly "Red" and one "True Blue," one called U.S.
and one S.U. [Soviet Union]

Long have we colored wrong and right, reducing life to Black and White,
projecting error upon each other, expecting terror
from one another.

South Africans were very straight to call their system ‘apart-hate.’
Then, thanks to Buddha, God, or Allah – healing began with
Nelson's Mandala.

No doubt I should now add something to this poem about I-Wreck and I-Ran –– two country names that certainly tell the tale. But I think you get the point without it: Many things are named for what they are. Yet we are so deaf to our deafen-itions that we’re essentially dumbstruck by our own language. Thus, we stagger through life in the weak-daze of a linguistic-based trance state.

I articulate the solution I propose to this conundrum (defined as a confusing situation resolved by a play-on-words) in the WordMagic Global anthem: Taking Command of the English Language, which is also on YouTube.

Soon, I’ll do a YouTube video on ‘Open Heart Synchrony,’ in which I describe what we can conjure collectively --
When we endeavor together to create
an enchanting living language of SuperNatural poetry
that scintillates so sensually –- that everything around us
begins to vibrate sympathetically.

As far out and improbably as it may seem, I know this vision can be accomplished. After I wrote the piece, I learned that what I so ornately described is part of ancient mythology. And it is known as ‘The Language of the Birds’ and also as the Green Language.

As it turns out, the English Language is the basis for the Language of the Birds (per Wm. Henry author of The Language of the Birds). So, you might enjoy my article on the subject from 2012, which lays out the vision: http://awarenessmag.com/july-august-2...