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Rudy's on the midway
And Jacob's in the hole
The monkey's on the ladder
The devil shovels coal
With crows as big as airplanes
The lion has three heads
And someone will eat the skin that he sheds

Well the earth died screaming
While I laid dreaming
Well the earth died screaming
While I laid dreaming
Dreaming of you

Well hell doesn't want you
And heaven is full
Bring me some water
And put it in this skull
I walk between the raindrops
I wait in bug house square
And the army ants
They leave nothing but the bones

Well the earth died screaming
While I laid dreaming
Well the earth died screaming
While I laid dreaming
Well the earth died screaming
While I laid dreaming
Dreaming of you

There was thunder, there was lightning
Then the stars went out
And the moon fell from the sky
It rained mackerel, it rained trout
And the great day of wrath has come
And here's mud in your big red eye
The poker's in the fire
And the locusts take the sky

Well the earth died screaming
While I laid dreaming
Well the earth died screaming
While I laid dreaming
Well the earth died screaming
While I laid dreaming
Dreaming of you
While dreaming of you
While dreaming of you

strange dreams make for strange days.

wake up.

back to sleep.

wake up.

back to sleep.

hopping from dream to dream to dream.

within a dream.

talking to friends.

dancing with dead relatives.

yelling in a doorway.

all to wake up.

so we can go back to sleep.

to that other dream.

the sweet one.

the strangeness won't stop

as the insane sanity spreads, grows and overflows everything

with a golden madness.

a purifying pattern of perfection.

The border is complete, just filling in the holes now

books stacked upon books stacked upon books

myths within myths within myths

hidden in caves and carved into stone

the books have been burned

the myths have been corrupted

and the caves are off limits

yet the truth has trickled out

into the controlled minds of the masses

the prophets, artists, creators and lovers have kept it alive

and the pieces of the puzzle are being put together

once again

1 puzzle of 2 shaped like a triangle with 3 faces

12 listen to the guidance of 1 to rearrange it

but only 11 use their 22 hands while 1 waits to swoop in and deceive

144,000 pieces is a lot 

but it is almost done

and my lord will it be worth it

the picture is a beautiful one

the kind of picture that inspires people to sing songs about

the songs are so beautiful there are barely any words to describe them

but maybe ONE word

the word

Love.

scaredy cats

everyone feels it

yet nobody will believe it

everyone asks questions they know the answers to

but ignore the answers

out of convenience or avoidance of discomfort

you cant live when you have 12 ghosts living inside your brain

you have to let some go

or combine them into one

know what you feel

speak it and live it

accept or reject

but stick with it

the fence is weak these days

and when your leaning on it

your just going to fall into the mud

which side are you on?

THERE IS NO TIME

to hold on to worn out ideas

such as time

because first of all, it does not exist

and secondly the illusion of it is running out quickly

as each memory seeps in

and we remember who and what we really are

so let go of these antique belief structures

of how things are or should go

because in the blink of an eye

like a thief in the night

it will rush in

and you will know

the truth.

there is no time

and i know you.

give the ghosts a life

they're heeeeeerrrre.

the dead, the alien, the forgotten, the martyred

all coming back

in your mind, through the stereo, out of the television and in your mirror

sending hidden messages and planting seeds without much notice

at least for now

they will not go away 

all loans must be paid and all must find balance

the scales have been tipped so far to one side

for so long

that rush upward has the intensity of a rocketship

and suppression of what must be and what is will not suffice any longer

the pressure from the suppression has began an eruption

and the nightmares are leaking out 

everyone is going to be forced to ask why.

why?

why?

why?

why is this happening.

the good and the bad.

all of it.

they're heeeeeerrrrreee

to show you.

stare into the mirror with no fear.

stare into the screens with no fear.

hear the song with no fear.

but do not forget to ask why.

Let's keep on marching.

Thanks friend.

piece by pieces the body is being put back together

the transit of venus

a hymn to hecate

slow mutations

from flash floods of memories

as the eyes go up to the window on the door

a flood of energy engulfs and lifts me up

shot through space

an image appears in the black window

it is the past

it is the future

it is home

the three form goddess

lost her heads

through eons of persecution and self sacrifice

the aeons will awaken

gather their heads and their wits

in order to get through that door

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?

excuse me...do you have the time?

just killing time

as it kills us

but you cant kill 

that which can not die

or has no end

and that is why we have the advantage

time can and will be stopped

we see it speed up

but what happens when it speeds up to the speed of light

we cant and will not die

so lets keep on killing time

so we can get passed the past

and move on

into the infinite

we are going to have to get passed the fact

that maybe time

and life itself is just not exactly what we have thought it is

it has been a long time

a slow build

but it is bubbling over

too much information

it seems scary

but it is not

it is what and who we are

nothing but pure infinite consciousness

never ceasing to exist

when this is not only known but understood

by the all

well...then...

game over.

we win.

blast off.

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.

Do you know the ending?

sumerian prophecy

egyptian prophecy

mayan prophecy

jewish prophecy

christian prophecy

occult prophecy

muslim prophesy

sufi prophecy

gnostic prophecy

new age prophecy

Look into them as you play out many myths unknown to you.

Do you remember the ending? 

It is the beginning!

Get all that hate out.

I will take it if you want.

Because where we are going it does not exist.

nor does fear, worry, judgement, pain or despair.

say goodbye to all you love

dont be sad about it

it will all be there

but it will most likely bore you

this is all nothing compared to the infinite.

All the wars combined into ONE

war upon war upon war

country against country

religion against religion

man against nature

against himself

this war is galactic

this war is spiritual

this war is for the most precious gift

your heart, mind and soul

your weapon is love

your weapon is truth

we already won

we just have to remember