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The Poet is On the Road


Recorded Reading:


The poet’s final conversation in Fort Bragg made her aware that some ears cannot distinguish between the tone of a fog horn and that of a piece of trash being blown through ~ though it is nearly an octave lower.

Her conversational partner showed no concern whatsoever over her situation. He did, however, make a concerted effort to convince her that nothing has been happening at all.

Unbelievably ~ back to square one.

Time to go.

While the poet is traveling, the charging of her online device will be problematic. Posts will be fewer. But she will be keeping her readers abreast of her progress across our great nation.

Thus far, she has made it to Novato safely.

Thematic blowing white trash has festooned her roadway only at intervals rather than the thick, miles-long deposits which graced her most recent attempt to leave this human filth behind her.

Bright, loud mechanical birdsong has confined itself to four or five roadside locations distant from human habitation.

The attendant at her gas stop was over-the-top friendly. ~ Works for this poet, whether preceded by a phone call from her pursuers or not.

They want her to know they’re there. But they feel they must be more careful, so far this time around, about getting caught.

They’re waiting for her to stop moving and try to make a life.

Then they count on reactivating all their networks, and starting the whole circus again.

Thirty years ago, the poet was told she’d be headed in this direction, at the time of something called a solar flash.

The fact is that, in this very month of October 2022, NASA observed the arrival to our planet of a gamma ray bath from something they’ve nicknamed “B.O.A.T.”

It’s an acronym for “Brightest Of All Time.”

Because this flash is unlike anything ever seen before.

“That burst of light is going to set off a whole elevation of the planetary energy,” the poet’s advisors told her. “There will be a new energy grid formed, and you’ll be coming back this way to help with it.”

That was twenty years before the concept of an ascended energy grid hit even the alternative airwaves.

But it’s a universal part of lightworker vocabulary now.

“You should know,” they said, “that there will be people trying to stop you.”

“But this is a good thing for everybody,” I returned. “Why would they want to do that?”

There was a pause. “They consider themselves,” came the answer, “family.”

Again, unbelievable ~ but in an even more awesome way.

Sean Powers, head of this targeting ring, was indeed a member of the poet’s extended artistic family nearly forty years ago, when she was running a nonprofit to give Sacramento’s poets a dignified place to read works of quality. He designed, in fact, two posters for that nonprofit, Little Sister Publications.

And he’s motivated ~ as, looking back, have been more than a few of the poet’s more strangely-acting life companions over these last twenty years, by the poet’s own daughter.


If things are indeed going according to plan, then the poet’s not really all alone out here with no credibility, no solid destination, and all the hounds of Hell baying (and tweeting) at her heels.

There are angels, too ~ and allies of as yet unseen extraplanetary visage.

And your prayers and good wishes, readers of mine.

Time will tell.

Stay tuned.

*** After recording: Two separate attempts at upload of this recording for publication failed consecutively ~ an anomalous behavior in this poet’s experience consistent with a hacking attempt ~ especially since restarting the device did indeed allow for immediate upload. Following this, there was additional trouble accessing its featured image. A second restart was necessary to overcome the problem. Your prayers and affirmative wishes are deeply appreciated by the poet at this time.


Among us, poets are ill paid. In order to continue her work, this one currently lives in her minivan, on an income of a fraction of our nation’s poverty level. If her work has moved, enabled or uplifted you, your contribution to this effort may be made at:



Published by Ana Daksina

Read worldwide one million times, Ana Daksina is a Troubador of the coming age.

11 thoughts on “The Poet is On the Road

  1. Take a safe journey, dearest Ana.
    I will travel along with you with my mind and my heart.
    And when you arrive at your destination, guided by your intuition and the mysterious forces that surround us, I will be there, happy, with you.💕

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