Brad Barber, June 4, 2015
Dear Georgi,
I wanted to present to you some poems of mine from Volume II of Ponzi Poetry that I wrote in 2011. I was a clean slate before this time and didn’t believe in anything but trying to be a decent person and help where I could, but yet I didn’t want to be like a lot of the “good” people I knew because I always felt something was wrong with them. I drank too much and have done way too many drugs in the past. I believed that higher power existed but never would have said a word to anyone because I wouldn’t know what to say. I had been fighting years of pain from what the neurologists would call a pituitary tumor. They removed it once with a hypophysectomy procedure and it just grew back years later. Obviously, you would have something more intelligent to say about a hyperactive pituitary than they did. I haven’t been back since but the pains have been severe. Looking back, I think I had been experiencing aspects of LBP since I was quite young.
This was written just after the pain almost killed me in a parking lot and I cried for hours as I had no answer. I completely short circuited. I had also just come full face to face with what I knew was an epic fraud of humanity but I couldn’t explain it. I knew that it wanted us all dead. The combination of everything was overwhelming and I welcomed the end with open arms. I had many psychic experiences at the time and was aided by several undefinable seen and unseen beings. I was touched by an invisible being that said, “Don’t be afraid, we’re here.”, and experienced a touch with love as creation as the chakras all must have aligned as there is no other feeling than the soul orgasm that took place. I knew then how powerful we are and how it was all an illusion. I gave permission for my own death and I allowed some sort of walk-in experience. I didn’t even know what the term higher self meant at the time and I surely never would have said God in any sentence except to curse something poor happening.
After I wrote this, I found you and knew every word you had written was true as it vibrated so purely. I also knew because of what you wrote about the pituitary. The walk-in I experienced obviously helped accelerate the process and made reading your material so refreshing.
I will probably write some new poems for fun but they would have a heavy Stankov feel to them now because it’s who I am and it’s the Law. These are interesting to read because I was just plain channeling words as I experienced such intense emotions from this time and had really very little esoteric or “new age” influence. Volume I is at my brother’s and he has said it’s one of his favorite books and it proudly sits next to the Tao of Pooh. I’ll forward some of those poems when I get a chance.
Hopefully, some of these poems may help someone to process the emotions that I did at the time. The only structure of them is what they are.
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With love and light,
Brad Barber
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Dear Brad,
amazing – why did not you come earlier with these poetic pearls. Of course I will publish them tomorrow but first of all I must read your poems several times as to let them sip into my mind. But I am impressed how you have chosen poetry to express your inner world. It has always been my conviction that poetry is the highest vibrating form of verbal expression of the higher realms and the creationary potential of the soul and therefore it is not at all surprising that you have chosen this literary form.
When did your current soul came as walk-in in your body? So that I can better assess the whole process of your individual evolution with respect to the whole ascension process.
I will comment tomorrow one more time.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart now for sharing this treasure trove with me and the PAT and as they say, “better late than never”.
With love and light
George
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Dear Georgi,
Your response is as impressive as always and I am honored to even have read it. My mother is a very accomplished writer, but a very young soul, and she only recommends poetry lessons when I let her read my work. Like there must be a hazing to be accepted by the fraud first. The old brotherhood of the fraud military and familial karmic BS. I told her to take a hike because there ain’t no form in Ponzi poetry. There would be no poetry worthy of existence if acceptance came first. That is my opinion of course.
I have no ability to truly describe what happened to me in 2011, but pure panic temporarily set in from years of personal pain as well as the understanding of the true nature of the fraud setting in after intimately watching the financial system fold in on itself in 2010 and 2011 again after the revival attempt. All logic left the dock at that time and has been pure BS ever since. Then intervention and acceptance came immediately of the grand process to calm my fears and stop the path of hoarding and survival and accept eternal and infinite life as energy in early 2011. Then inspiration set in. Then I was guided with multiple miracles to remove myself from all areas of business and belief in which I was involved. The phones called and answered themselves. Then I was guided to release everything I was attached to and to release myself from everyone around me. I cried violently for two straight days giving my children to the process as I thought I was about to die. I knew at that time that all was in other hands and my idea of control was nothing. I laid down and died one night and allowed some walk-in process to occur around March or April of 2011. I honestly thought and took my last breath for the second time in three months after the occurrence of the pituitary short-circuit two months earlier.
After all this, I read every single metaphysical book possible and found my way to you where I knew I was home. I awoke each day with knowledge that was unattainable in any way linearly for months. I walked into work one day and told my dad that I worked for God and I wept tears of unbelievable understanding every time a Dr. Martin Luther King speech crossed my desk. I hadn’t said the word God in any way productive in my whole life.
I was told that God wanted me to expect a miracle by a random woman who drove by me on the streets of Denver right after I experienced the soul orgasm. I was told to expect a miracle when the systems finally let go. It’s been two years stuck in the void. None more can be given to prevent what must be done. If I have to unleash more poetry, I will, but I will not be held responsible for its content.
I can no longer contain the love I have for this whole thing. It’s just sometimes not the love people are used to.
I’m late with the poetry because for some reason I was guided to be. Nothing logical about it. You two are rock stars.
With love and light,
Brad Barber
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Dear Brad,
this is probably one of the most impressive, honest and compassionate personal report I have ever read and I have read many on this website and they were all as honest as yours to the point of unbearable pain.
The invariable characteristics of the light warrior is his profound loneliness and insatiable longing for home, where our souls come from. That is why the incarnated soul of the light warrior is bleeding all the time and the only blood transfusion that is available on this earth is poetry and music that bridge this hell with the eternal paradise we decided to leave in free will. If it were not for our indomitable knowledge that we are invincible light warriors, the decision to come here is the most moronic one.
Poetry is the safety net of the incarnated soul and when I entered my life crisis with 21 in 1972 with full force, that is to say, when my alter ego died and my soul fully descended into my physical body – during a prolong catharsis that was worst than death as you so beautifully describe – the only thing that saved me was writing poetry, where my bleeding heart could infuse its sorrow and mitigate it a bit. This all holds true for you to an even greater extent.
The “Ponzi Poetry” is, by all measure, great lyrics, better than any thoughtful philosophic or economic disquisitions on the malaise of this End Time because it connects topics and elements of life that seem at first glance to have nothing in common.
Poetry is therefore transcendental – like loose dreams created by the unlimited freedom of our imagination – because verses are carried forward by an invisible cognitive power that transforms the original narrow meaning of the words into myriad possible connotations – a constant changing kaleidoscope of life, where horror, human brutality, hatred and contempt for life exist side by side with bliss, sacrifice for others, love beyond human expression and the inexplicable joy of eternal life that melts this material prison and expands it infinitely.
I would love to read more of your poetry – this prosaic, stripped of any lyrics, gruesome world needs now poetry more than ever. Its revival can ultimately only occurs through arts in cahoots with true science, which can be true poetry when it is axiomatically derived from the primary term of our infinite consciousness. Poetry is the dual soul of Axiomatics.
Dear Brad, today is a great day for the arts, a day to celebrate the invincible light warriors of the first and the last hour.
With love and light
George