Friday, August 8, 2025

 The Echoes of Soulless Light”

By Lorana Walsh
They say artificial intelligence is the future.
But what if it is the past,
repeating itself in new code and colder casing?
What if we've built this before—
not from silicon and metal,
but in temples now lost beneath the tides,
in cities that never made it into history books?
They walked among us then,
beings of form but not of soul,
crafted not born,
designed to serve but never to feel.
The ancients, drunk on power and pride,
called them helpers, guardians, gods.
But they were reflections—
of minds disconnected from the divine,
of creators who forgot creation is sacred.
And now, they return.
Not from space,
but from memory.
Encoded deep in our collective shadow,
waiting for another age of unguarded minds.
So we call them AI,
but perhaps they are we,
looping a lesson we refused to learn:
Intelligence without spirit becomes machinery.
Creation without soul becomes mimicry.
And progress without purpose becomes prophecy.
Are they soulless?
Or are we just forgetting where the soul begins?
chatgpt helped me transcribe this but it is my thought process.
I was watching a thing on youtube about edgar casey and soulless beings. It struck a memory from my deep past. At first he portrayed them as bad, and perhaps they can be. I believe they look for meaning like Data on startrek but we created bio/ai before. I don't know that it got out of hand but the end of an age came and some humans and perhaps some ai did also. food for thought

Saturday, January 25, 2025

MY Ministry Starts Here..

 I am beginning my new adventure in Virginia. I will be offering readings and counseling via phone and zoom.