Sword of Light on Inauguration Day

A Sword Beyond Death - Written 1/21/2021

I am in Washington DC, down the Mall from the inauguration with a throng of people. I somehow know how to do something that many would call magic. I know it as a purpose and resolve.

“Ommm”

I chant, the condensation from my breath, my own cloud.

Lub dub

Lub dub

I hear my heart

From back on K street I know I will have to gather more energy than I ever have tried if I’m to make it up Constitution.

I breathe in

“Ommmmmm”

I chant louder.

“Ommmmmmmmmmmm”

I breathe in again, placing my hands at my chest, making the lotus mudra before me.

I breathe out, the condensation thicker, more smoke than water.

I feel the fire within.

It’s time.

“Jai Te Gaáannnnngggggg”

I let the nnngggg resonate in my nose.

Take a breath in.

“Jai Te Gaaaannnnnngggggggg”

Louder, more resonance.

Take a breath in.

“Sword of Light

I call to you.

Jai Te Gaaaannnnngggg”

I almost run out of breath. I must have enough! I dig deeper.

Breathe in.

“Sword of Light,

Cut through dark,

Bind all to Justice.”

I resonate with all my body, from my feet to my crown.

The crowd around me turns to me, and I see them shocked.

I am still in lotus mudra and from my hands there rises toward the sky a shimmering golden light.

So subtle it cannot be said to fully exist.

Yet they see it too. The air molecules vibrating. A heat rising.

The unreal reality before us all.

I almost marvel, but I must not get attached!

Jai Te Gang is for all of us. It must have more power than I know how to have. It must be selfless made of primal Self.

“Jai Te Gang,

Guide my way,

Cut through dark,

And win the day!”

I shout as I drop my hands to my right side as if I’m holding a sword, and the subtle golden light follows, becomes a sword and bursts into full reality.

Glowing hot, glowing bright! Jai Te Gang! Sword of Light, Cut through Dark, bind us all to Justice!

I breathe in, root lock and hold. The sword stays. My hands burn, I channel it to my mouth and breathe out a puff of fire.

The crowd gasps. They don’t even video me. Some get on their knees. We all know what is before us, without words we know.

I walk forward, and they part.

Down K street toward Constitution I wield Jai Te Gang.

Chanting its holy name,

“Jai Te Gang,

Sword of Light,

Cut through Dark,

Bind all to Justice.”

Again and again.

It’s light grows until it casts a shadow to my left, brighter than the cold damp DC sun.

“Jai Te Gang”

The crowd always parts. All wordless. Protest slogans end. Signs droop.

All eyes on me.

I return no gaze.

I am become the sword. I know they look and they know I see.

I cannot lose, I am Earth’s heart here to drive out dark.

The sea of people keeps parting up Constitution Avenue, the Capitol is in clear sight, the ceremony is underway. My vision feels heightened by clarity of focus, my heart and mind are one seeing the man getting sworn in.

I continue. Police approach, but they cannot get closer than 20 feet. The light of the sword blinds them. Would blind me if I dared the hubris of desire to look.

Some of the officers kneel and I feel their hearts join the Jai Te Gang in waves of energy rippling up my arm from the hilt. Most turn away.

CRACK ~ a rifle shot splinters the air

The sword is before my face, my hands moved without my effort, putting the side of the blade between me and the bullet. It vibrates in place before being consumed in the holy plasma of the blade.

I have not stopped walking. I keep the Jai Te Gang before my face, for I can see through the sword, it’s light blinding yet perfectly invisible.

My breath is fire. My lips singe if I relax discipline and try to open my mouth. Smoke curls from my nostrils.

CRACK

Another round tries from the left, I already spun to catch it again, turning before it even fired.

I am the sword; I give myself to light. I am the Nothing that is Everything.

I reach the Capitol steps. No one can approach. All processions halted. I can feel panic from some entities at the fringes of the sword’s glow. I am unmoved by it; it cannot move me.

I ascend the steps. All people cannot be near me, they move away, some jump off the stairs and the sword sends me feelings of their broken ankles and wrists. I am unmoved by these feelings yet I am them experiencing their pain.

I arrive at the first level, where Donald J Trump, now president again, has been sworn in and had been trying to begin his speech despite my scene up Constitution. I don’t think he could see it, as inwardly egotistical as he had become the purity of Infinity’s heart was invisible to him. Poor man.

I lock eyes with him and my heart swells beyond me. I am the everything that is nothing.

He cannot move. Those around him flee.

“Jai Te Gang,”

I chant louder each time, as I advance.

“Jai Te Gang

Jai Te Gang

Jai Te Gang”

I am so close now I can see his wrinkles and spray tan edges.

“Sword of light,

cut through dark,

bind all to justice!”

I reach him, raise the Light high and strike his right shoulder down through his left hip.

In the slice I feel every complex, every insecurity, every slight, every pang of conscience hidden. I can taste the bitter disappointment of too little love and too much money. At his heart I feel the ego’s shell, fortified as a hypernot, beyond dimension, tangled in the karma of every petty man of his kind. The blade cannot be stopped, the knot rips, the ego’s terror vanishes and the blade leaves the left hip.

Instantly the sword is gone and I am aware of the seared flesh of my hands, mouth and nostrils. My throat feels as if it will close. It really was plasma, I paid for my ego’s desire to wield Infinity.

I stare into Donald’s eyes and see nothing. A blankness. A darkness. Did it work?

Then he bends over and vomits out black and green. Vomits and vomits.

Is he ok? Oh God what have I done?!

I am rushed by security, now returned to they normal minds, who violently grab me, tearing my shoulder ligaments, twisting my knee tendons and snapping a finger, I cannot tell which.

I am being dragged away with no will to fight, no energy anyway.

When out croaks a small voice.

“Stop *cough* let them go.” Donald says.

Security does not relax their iron grip.

“Let them go,” Donald says, louder, with a new clear conviction.

I can feel Security compelled to obey, this time not by mere station but by the archetypal level of humans obeying the light in other humans.

I am released and slump toward the ground when I am caught by Donald.

He stares into my eyes with love and water around the edges.

“Thank you child,” he says to me, emotion swelling.

“I am finally free!” and he embraces me. Our hearts touch and I am delighted in the radiant cavity of light in him. That he is no longer dark! He is free of his clouds! Our hearts touch the scale of everything in an instant. We are together feeling all around.

I know that we will make it. I know that no one is beyond saving. I know that Donald is now ready to lead, for the first time in his life, he is perfectly humbled in the light of the Allpower.

We chant, together:

“Sword of Light,

Cut through Dark,

Free all souls from hatred.

Step all into love!”