Here we are again. We've been here before, that's what again means. But every time , before led to the people's screams and shattered dreams. This life is not what it seems.
Crossroads. Definition states" a crossing of two or more roads" , a five season drama at the last episode . Let's not let it explode . Maybe it's time to reload . Take in all the information and make informed decisions before we let the guns unload.
Is this a little to real for you now, without preamble we are talking cease and desist orders until we've figured out there are no borders and that those we are pushing down are gonna spring up soon, unbound?
Quarantine life with mandatory masks, punishment to anyone that asks, "what are the next tasks? " Relax. You've been programmed to think these ways. All the Netflix and chill and YouTube conspiracy thrills , yet your bank is still missing bills . These are some steep, daunting hills. Cant climb them with pills . So while you protest remember it isn't about color or race or the shape of your face- you don't have millions so you're just waste of space that the billionaires want to erase . Do your research ....With that ... I rest My case
My mask. I wear it tightly, to be honest I change it out nightly . Sometimes long sharp teeth and hungry eyes, sometimes inviting smile and soft lines. Many faces I’ve worn in many places , when they get switched out they leave no traces . Many many I’s. Many faces and one disguise. Working on an organizational plot these days, You go there and he goes there and you do what she says. Make sense? Line up all the characters in past present and future tense ? Or is it pretense ? Am I so dense that I can't make sense of which side I want to be of the Fence?
Something solid and real that's what what I want to feel. The heat of an iron or the slice of steel. None of that hurts worse than not knowing what's real.
Masks. They come on many shapes and sizes , some are exactly what they seem and some are surprises . The only thing that we know for sure... the sun sets and the sun rises .
Thanks. I really mean that word. This life in the past year has become simply absurd, I'm sure in one way or another you'd agree with me that this isn't the world that we'd ever desire to see. I for one have always imagined that I was free. Unlikely . In a world where you can be imprisoned or killed for having problems and needs unfullfilled. So skilled, this world is at demonizing and victimizing addictions and afflictions and all sorts of dis-ease. So please . Join me as I fall to my knees and send pleas to the gods, or the god that sees. Save us from ourselves in our darkest hours, the ones right now. And I know they somehow , we won't run afoul of the promised land of glory and gold, golden time golden rhymes and clear signs . Like go this way don't walk that path you see, don't walk it or you'll be in the dark like me , making demons out of trees and losing sanity likely .
My entire life, since I was about 12 years old... I’ve been wandering, here and there, researching all I’ve been told. Most places I wander are mountains and cold. But I’m terrified of heights and would not name myself bold. Just curious and wondering- watch life unfold. A grown man now with children and still- my soul hasn’t been sold. Came close a few times and lost more than a few rhymes, meaning that I lost meaning , found myself out in the dark and silently screaming. The Way back is harder than anything that I know- but to wander off track is the beat way to grow, as long as youre careful of the seeds that you sow, and when you notice the path back towards your dreams...GO
See?! I’ve wandered again. Feet aren’t the only ones wandering... there’s mind heart and pen. Can’t wait til tomorrow, I’ll wander again .
A sense of falling, that's what's been prevalent of late, the world spinning out of control (and I can relate ). Has me wondering what is random and what is fate,
and the world that I see I'd rather not restore , makes more sense to create....
Something out of this swirling storm that smells of chaos and death, something so that this gasping...whole.... can catch breath. Headed in this direction is desolation, nothing left. Streets ran by gangs, dealers , racists and spun out on meth. I guess maybe I'm just rambling on about some of the things that seem to be wearing, rubbing and chaffing until I lose
my bearing. And I forget . Forget to breathe and close my eyes, forget that energy never dies, forget to take a trip inside. So I take two steps forward and three steps back, settle in and wait for the next attack.
The Mistaken Message
I have found in my studies that Christianity today proclaims a mistaken message . The texts of the New Testament were written to convey occult teachings that in their time were heresies, punishable by death and torture. Christians today claim without any backbone to love with no judgement and worship a man called Jesus as their god. The books that they get their beliefs from are taken at a shallow and ill-researched face value , leading to the spiritual demise of a good portion of the worlds population .
What is the biggest mistake that is made here? It is this. The New Testament gives hints on how to transform internally. This is called alchemy, transmutation. The change from physical life to spiritual. The birth of a soul. The one called Jesus was not to be worshipped but to be followed , so that man may become what nature intended. More than a reactionary being . A true son of God
When the Moon is in Cancer
Two point 5 days, every month like a clock's tick. The planetary clock and that one, you can't stop it.
At the specific hour when the Moon passes through my sun sign, the fast begins, no food only water, until the 2.5 ends.
After a full day and night, meditation feels right, murky waters can clear and provide some insight, but then try as I might,
by 48 hours I'm seeking respite...
Id like to make it to 72.... if you have,
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