In my work there is the fission of energy and matter, the fusion of letters with words, the marriage of prose and poetry.

My prose is a rose, my poetry is a rosary.

In my work there is the truth of the two wings necessary for my transcendence to remain here on Earth as a source of Her healing.

Descending, all descends here from there to a place of beginning a mortal journey, a place lower than which there is not, a place of gravity, a place that has the rack of time, to keep track of a direction.

The pinioned soul awakens, searches for a wheel to steer with, even though it’s born to wheel and fly home on the wind of love.

The rack requires the pinion to have any sense of purpose whatsoever, the wheel of Life turns to the left, to the right, time past and time future whilst the pinioned driver opines a pretence of being in control.

All the while the soul ripens, defying the conditioned reason of the automated steering wheel, in heartbreaks, heartaches and heartfelt ventures an ascending begins, first imagined, then actioned come what may.

The sacred disease of addiction often breaks the cage of opinion, often flies the fancy of the sufferer only to crash them back upon themselves with wracking pain.

The wheel of logic versus the yearning wheeling soul of love begin the fight of their breaths, to die before death, to connect the descending with the ascending in a marriage of their single wings in a consummation of their transcending Union.

Then God’s centred healing is secured, the purpose of the numbing numbers achieved even if in only one, the arriving and departing connected, the terminals joined for Light to flow between love and gravity.

How can I help you, currently?

I did not achieve the joining of my wings by being frightened of descending into Hell, nor by judging my ascension into Heaven as being the goal, for in the gaol of Truth my wings unfurl, to please Almighty God, the only good.

Wherever you are, you need two wheels, two wings. Truth is the only Pole Star in this journey, the only altar of Mankind’s possible Human alteration.

In loving memory of Les Garry. d 10/06/20. Salaam 🙏💚🪔