Life exists throughout the Universe, distributed via space dust from meteoroids, asteroids and comets.
Literally seeding the earth with life from other worlds. This process is named PANSPERMIA.
We are now being seeded for the next evolutionary jump in human consciousness, this semen from the stars has infested our planet in preparation for THE GREAT PURIFICATION
Microbial forms cluster themselves upon the backs of comets and meteorites, the cascading dust emanating from the comets COMA rains down upon the earth literally infesting the earth with viral stardust.
This dust hosts the forms of various alien viruses that infest their mammalion hosts.
The Gods beyond the void have ordained that the earths population be culled, that they be sacrificed unto them so that Gaea may once again flourish and return to her harmonic balance within the cosmos.
Each viral seed contains new genetic material, an alien consciousness that arcs itself into the hosts biology, thereby reprogramming the human race in alignment with the New Aeon.
The next evolutionary jump has been made it will lead to a Transhuman eclipse upon the planet, where man and technology will unite in an organic biosphere ecologically aligned with The New Earth.
The new paradigm has now begun, we bow our heads to the Gods beyond the stars and offer willingly this sacrifice so we may awaken from the coma of ignorance we have slept under.
Our Ancestors spoke of these times to come and the return of the STAR PEOPLE
As the Alien host attaches itself to its humanoid victim the Virus ARC's its Otherworld Ancestory into the biological soft machine of its prey
What appears to us as disaster, as a pandemic is instead the viral reaction of Panspermia's evolutionary code inplanting itself within the homosapien genome.
But first must come the purge, the Great Purification
Then and only then will the NEW EARTH be born and with it a new species of man.
Part mammalion, part Alien, part Tech.
WELCOME TO THE NEW WORLD
Wordz and Images by Y.Zsigo
The Girl who Dreamed of Faeries
She awaits their coming ....
Sad that they were only in her dreams
One last whimsical offering
And then the magikal gates appears
Caressing her with butterfly blessings
She knew they were real and not just for the dreaming
New power now pulses through her being
As the Queen of Fay steps forth from her garden
Is she awake or is she still dreaming
Images & Poetry Y.Zsigo
Model Nadia Luna Francesca Tofani.
The Endless Embrace
The army of Gods attack from all directions,
Some wielding iron some wielding fear.
Others descend with psychosis,
Nets, made from madness and tears.
Still others ascend from the darkness,
Wielding heartache and dread.
Others with mute crimson harnesses,
With shackles and boots made of lead.
'You've called us' They yell and they whimper,
To collect all the prayers that you said .
Did you think we dare not of answered,
As you lye late at night in your bed.
We are all of the dreams that you wanted,
Yet never were able to get.
We are all of the fears that have haunted,
And tortured your soul as you weeped.
So now is the time for the battle,
Now is the time we have come.
You called on our names in the chapels,
For everything under the sun.
'Take me' you cried, as you offered,
Yourself to service and bliss.
Yet how could this offering fail us,
Has everything just come to this.
Temples in ruins and tatters,
Skies marked with fire and smoke.
Seashores drowning and battered,
Cities so dark as to choke.
So how will you meet us as we come,
Full of light with the fires of revenge.
And take back those things that deceived us,
That you broke, so unwilling to mend.
And how does it feel at this hour,
When at last your destiny calls.
Like lightning that destroys the tower,
And everything crumbles and falls.
In the ash and the dust sits a master,
A meditative gaze on his face.
Then a smile breaks his lips and then laughter,
Holds himself in an endless embrace.
Image taken from the Ghetto Priest Series by