From the ashes of hell, one will rise.

living in a world where love is crazy

and a murderous manipulative machine is the norm.

an eternal fire of truth and beauty is insanity

and a convenient life built on slavery, murder and rape is not only accepted

but preferred.

souls being sold 

because it is easier to lie and ignore than it is to speak from the heart. 

everyone wants a piece but nobody wants to do the work.

an illusory freedom keeps everyone entertained

as the price for such a thing is your soul as the contract is written in blood

of the millions slaughtered in wars against make believe enemies.

this world is on fire

and thank god

because it needs to be purified, transmuted and disintegrated

and from the ashes

the bird will rise up again and fly away

from all the horror, distortion, lies and mutilation

of anything true and beautiful.

with a seed in his mouth

a new home will be found

for the seed to be planted.

what people believe to be the light is darkness

and there are colors unseen to the human eye hiding in the darkness.

the archons live and control and distort

as they dangle the carrot in front of the ass

do not fall for it.

stay steady. stay true.

and know that there is no freedom in this place 

until control is out of the hands of demons, devils and the demiurge.

Be like water

thinner and thinner the veil gets

less and less solid matter becomes

more and more fluid the days flow

no more swimming upstream against the current 

going nowhere

it is too strong

and we are all being brought along.

so release now.

feel and float

and go with the flow

with the current that moves

with the beat of your heart.

never forgetting

always remembering

constantly feeling

nothing but love

into the whirlpool

out the other side

round and round we go 

back and forth 

we gotta get this shit synchronised 

the olympics are coming soon

and we need to get that gold medal.

unfolding in silence

sitting. knowing. waiting.  

in a deafening silence

all senses become one and everything becomes you

as you become everything.

behold the all

in awe

because what you saw in the dark is an invisible gold

and what we saw in the light turned out to be mere shadows.

leftovers from an ancient culture

seep back into the minds which hold a similar pattern

but with many more layers.

shedding skins of a hundred lives

getting back to the core

and seeing each other for who we truly are.

which will be who we used to be.

Oh. Hello again.

and again and again and again and again.

Ha!

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Open Eye, Open Mind, Open Heart, Open Mouth

The elephant in the room just farted

and Nobody can take it anymore.

From the heart

Through the mind

And out of body

Aligned

Actions are taken and words are spoken

From the heart

Through the mind

And out of body

One step closer

One step further

With no gaps in between

Feeling, Intention and Action

 Is all that makes up anything

Once all the gaps are filled in

and EVERYTHING becomes aligned

The show is over

The credits will roll

The players will take their bow

and remove their masks built by living hundreds of lives.

Enjoy the show!

It's almost over.

 

 

mind games

Leap frog into the thrones.

jokers are wild

the fool is loose

learning what it means to be the magician

up the 22 steps

into the world

everything is out the window now

because they are all broken

along with the mirrors

prepare to be confused, confounded and then complete

archetypal blast pattern

in the center of your brain

manipulated machinery for malfunctioned minds

keeping the door locked with distractions of endless noise

what seems so new is old news

and what seems ancient is the future

the paupers are becoming princes, kings and queens

the first will be the last and the last will be the first

co'mon tricksters

put on your best outfit

and keep on laughing

what a joke.

hold a loose grip to avoid blistering

Hold on all you want

But don't keep that grip too tight

Because you will have to let go

Of everything

You ever had, knew, thought and believed

wave goodbye

as you walk through yourself

when you are dreaming yourself

inside a dream

and the veil thins 

and the light shines in 

you find your hands

and all your senses

become ONE

and begin to make no sense

it is lucid

and off you go

so hold on now

but only as long as you need to say goodbye

there is no future

because there is no time

sweet dreams.

the censored serpent

god

angel

serpent

man

myth

dragon

creation

destruction

everything

the opposite of what is thought

over and over

all through time

a mirror reflecting backwards

from the past into the future

and the future into the past

eating its own tail

we march into the wide open mouth

the more we scream the faster we run

into the center of our own fears

which we realize are nothing

we planned this all along

didnt we?

an invisible song

the prongs of a fork

and the spaces in between.

possibilities.

want an answer?

ask a question.

want to go somewhere?

take a step.

even if it is a baby one.

no longer need to ask 

mother may i.

it is obvious who you are going to pick

during duck duck goose.

but do not forget the spaces.

the invisible can sometimes contain so much.

and expectations can carry so much weight.

but who needs all that stress?

if we jump through the gaps in the bridge

we will land on the ladder 

going up through rather than around the circle

there is never a need to question anything

because the answer is up to you

every single time.

Let's keep on marching.

Thanks friend.

electric reality

deciphering information

as it flickers in and out

of existence

 faster than we can notice

or can handle

everything is a symbol 

for something else

but eventually it all leads back to the same thing

the song

the word

the beginning

virtual holographic rainbow emitter

in a golden ratio

we spin the wheel of fortune

but vanna and pat dont work there anymore

its just us

justice.

its just you.

overgrown paths and empty thrones

an empty throne

was thrown aside

in the minds 

of all the beautiful motherfuckers

who are slowly finding each other again

it is the largest easter egg hunt

in the history of everything

we seek underneath the pine trees

in the shit

and in our hearts

in order to find that gold 

that will lift us above it all

and bring us back to where we belong

in charge

with balanced minds

and open hearts

slowly finding that path

that has been grown over

for so much longer than we even know

we use our eyes as flamethrowers

and our words as machetes

clearing the way

it is still an uphill battle

but we have a lot of people behind us now

and the memories are pouring back in 

and questions are being asked

once you ask

answers are given

what do you want to know?

Who is runnin shit?

military industrial complex sending the kids off to fight for.....

privatized for profit jail systems built on indian burial grounds

propaganda media machine controlling with illusion of choice

for profit health care system keeping people sick

poison the food. poison the water.

ritual sacrifice ritual abuse

the books have been slowly burning

and the majority of the minds are now under control

                       barcoded at birth they tried to sell our souls before we even had a choice.

                                                             the machine is hungry.



                                         the demons run amok who poison, rape and kill

                                  as the angels who speak of truth and love are murdered

                                                           we accept this.....why?




                                             do not fear death because you already are. 

                                                    wake up, live and take it all back.

its time for the make up to come off

take off the clown shoes.

take off the costumes.

the masks.

stop acting.

stop pretending.

stop not saying the things you think and feel.

stop being afraid.

stop judging.

stop the mindless thinking.

stop the cycles of perpetual nonsense.

lets get down to business.

lets speak of something greater.

lets believe in something we never knew we could.

stop saying things you have no intention of carrying out

stop

stop

stop

and GO GO GO

the curtain will be lifted

and we will all be naked

exposed

and vulnerable

it will be beautiful 

but only if you are ready

oh my goodness the love 

how it flows.

so speak of your fears

and your dreams

let out the strangest thoughts

let go

and fly.

you beautiful motherfuckers.

Memories alive but not remembered. Breathe.

I know it has been 26,000 years and all

It is a lot to remember

But it is coming back.

Or flooding in.

And blooming out.

Into the infinite.

Walking on a holographic tightrope.

The only place to fall is onto a trampoline.

This is wonderful if you already know.

You are free.

But do not forget the illusion still.

And you are not free until we are all free.

So keep on climbing

And keep on falling

Only to jump back up higher

But remember that there are so many others

And the gravity will not secede 

Until we are all much higher.

I am so glad to see you happy

But there may be some more falling in order to reach the others.

There may still be a lot in store.

No difference in anything except it's place in time

My friend asked me if i was pushing the table.

Nope.

She said it looked like it was floating back and forth.

Then the picture on the wall started coming at her.

The boy at the coffee shop spoke of Deja Vu.

A 4 year old told me she isnt here and this is a dream and that she knew her mom a long time ago when her mother was a child.

A childhood friend tells me his aunt haunts his room after his knees buckle violently for no reason.

Another friend says she saw something float just before it hit the ground.

My dream interlocks with someone elses dream they have two days later.

The dots are being connected

And the solidity of reality drifts away

Lucid dreaming in waking life

We are having trouble deciphering the difference between waking, dreaming, living and dying.

sitting on the dock of the bay

so close

so close

so close

yet so far

but not really

it depends where you are standing.

two hearts will combine into one.

it has taken hundreds or thousands of lifetimes.

and we have one more.

but that One is it all.

so it goes.

on and on forever and ever.

until it is over.

memories. memories. memories. 

memories of the future.

see you in the past tomorrow and the day after that.

zero point.

i love you.

YOU.

Waiting at the finish line.

what happens when science tell us we live in a lucid dream?

have you found your hands?

have you found your eye?

what do you want to do in your dream?

it could be anything?

you can fly.

do you know that?

anything is possible in a dream.

anything.

dream big. 

reality if a belief system.

what do you believe?

It doesnt matter really.

Because it is already written.

You just gotta remember baby.

Listen OK?!