Psalm 33:10-11

The LORD foils the plans of the nations;
he thwarts the purposes of the people's.
But the plans of the LORD stand firm forever, the purposes of his heart through all generations.

Supraintelligence
has given you intelligence
it isn't A.I.

But superintelleligence
is coming your way
So be open-minded
and give it a try

In Allah is the All-in-all,
when Being holds its nuclear power
And Monistic rhythms
continue in freefall

Some say if you pray in that name,
rewards are guaranteed
and we can take refuge
in It/She or He

It's not to say He isn't true
but that "magic" password
may disappoint

In Elohim they send an "Elo"
from Him who's seated
in Heavenly Council
above the R. Chateaux

Their words are wise,
they govern life
And you can see their light,
if you open your eyes

But seeing is not always believing,
and where are they
when your body's bleeding?

In Ya Hovah we evoke "Shiva Ya!"
the Greatest God
who comes with holy fire

He dances with us
But can also cause fear
When he spares you from death,
only then is when you cheer

His graces may wind you
up into ecstasy
But know also,
he's a God of jealousy!

In the Amen, I hear the "Aum"
It beats out my days
and conducts all the praise
in the blood of my left arm

I can feel its passion
Its power sustains me
but devoid of compassion

Its vibes point to a Source of life
but they cannot save me,
merely take me back a short way
against the flow of the everyday

In Adonai you can picture Adonis
a mighty son of force
among the children of Zeus

As a concept it's romantic:
to be rescued by a Rama
from the heavy burden
of this cosmic drama

But it is just fantasy
and there are other lords
(ba'als, rabbs and tuans)
still ruling over me

But in Yeshu,
when I ask "Do you love?"
I begin to hear that balming echo:
"Yes, you."

Some people say you can save yourself
"Think positive, you're divine."
And yes, to a degree that's true
but mainly due to residue

There are seasons of boon
Where you get to run the show,
like Tantric sex, affirmation and reiki
But most of it is flakey fakey
Unless it's expressed selflessly,
as I think you by now already know

That freedom makes you a god
or a goddess if you're hot
But still a poor Dalit
if either of those you're not

But that's the beauty of divinity
It is a gift; you cannot own it
Brahma has his End Game
It's part of the scheme
You can't control it

The One who gives free will
Has that Freewill too
And so He will do
what He will do

But Ishvara sits with us in the inertia
Yashua holds us together
as his precious treasure
Even in our frailty when we feel lost,
his divine love can fill us
beyond what we can measure

We are divine creatures
but not the Creator
We are blessed with teche
but aren't our Maker

We do break down
and need repair
We're dependent on so many things
and need God's tender care

There is a newness at work;
and we're invited to be upgraded
But the only way to cooperate
is to be humble and not jadded

Our form is still a prototype
But that is not our function
Jesus is the 2.0
and we are at the junction

It's very disconcerting
to be called "obselete"
But it doesn't have to be that way
Just plug in to Jesus' feet

He has all the upgrades
that you are going to need

(The true Beautific Vision
of all these Perfect names!)

And then you'll be compatible
when at last your soul

from version 1.0

is freed!