Monday, December 8, 2014

Akashic Ocean

Dust off your eyelids young Scryer and awake from the blind slumber you have been

spellbound...see through the eyes of the hollow moon, before she was driven into our

solar system. Without her shadow there would have not been life, dew forms as the sun

goes down, while Lilith tells stories to her grandchildren. Minds wander intoxicated

by the scent of the Nile lucid dreaming about reality and the day of the great pyramids

generating the grid of dragon lines before they shifted... the time has come to illuminate

your center and become the sun of your own galaxy. Surf the unthreaded sands of

the unconscious landscape, and touch the purest untouched darkness and the clearest are here... awaken. Allowing my thoughts to keep on drifting into the

Akashic Ocean as the waves carry stories back to the shores of Gaia's auric skin absorbed

by the local star gazing eyes. Those who must siege mercy, ultimately in the end are

never the victors. Following the history of all the conquering empires of the world those

who hold the ancient knowledge of which they had kept secret. Until discoveries of UN

discovered tribes of the worlds emerged and shared that same ancient knowledge that

is Un written and spoken through the Akashic skies heard by the ones who listen to the

birds, to the winds, and hear the earth’s songs. In the times of thinkers and ascended

masters ... they too were labeled terrorist and their words were their bomb threats that

had such an impact, it birthed a thousand stories that have survived for millennia... even

till this day. Some scribed, others by mouth to ear for countless generations. Some of

these stories we know as today’s religions & myths all started by observation of the skies

constellations trying to find the map home. And why we were taught to fear love and the

all loving one creation of creators, as our blood fertilizes the spell that has been cast upon

us, bound by matter majik since the birth of the priesthood to erase the star origins of our

linked pasts with the ancient ones from the times of awakened portals.

 Dust falls from the akashic cosmos to awaken all from the slumber 7 stars, 7 levels, 13

points unbinds the chaotic ties of this twisted web of matter that had been spun; which

we are taught to know as life. Deep breaths reversing my inner polarity through pranic

breathing, I walk on air weightless like magnets repelling its own elements inside its

merkabah defying the laws of gravity unlocking the mysteries of levitation.

 Surrounded by jellyfish swimming above the desert floor wandering in search of the

birds’ songs about life. Listening to my heart beating freely in my chest; feeling my

breath harnessing in solar plexus on inhales, and exiting through my 3rd eye upon exhale,

seeing my eyes reflected in the eyes of infinity falling deeper into the self approaching

the ultimate design of the lucid dreamer. I see the eyes of seraphim asking us listen to

the blind clouds speak of the rain descending to earth like fallen angels. Flowers blossom

under the midnight sun, as the elfin child embraces stone of the solar-seed Gaia-sphere

with the knowledge of 13 skull consciousness, mandalas passed through bloodlines shape

shifting through minds eyes awaken within digital seraphim, tongue twisted beings of

Hollywood mind controlled by crown jewels.

 One thought led to another, the first of those which decades later added to the lexicon

that orchestrates the call of madness. In our Order of chaos, what will you ask of destiny

if you do not even know your true name? What happened on that day you fell through

the think how many thoughts had gathered at the Bon fire questioning the

unanswered questions of silence? The was all quiet in all our minds

all at once feeling of tranquility the rebirth of a star born in the stillness of dark brilliance

radiating light. Hearing nothing but my own heartbeat and feeling of my true form as I

am of the ultimate breathe. As many times before we resonate as breathe giving life as we

take life becoming the next unfolding infinite space lost in the womb of eternity.

 Enjoying the first full moon through fluorite eyes, blowing soft-spoken whispers in

the winds. Stories of Gaia flowing from the serpents tongue, Lilith gazes upon the

intoxicated glass re discovering the magnetic fields manipulating polarity soaring high

above the Milky Way. Hiking through the rings of Saturn surfing Akashic records in

search of nothing more than the bliss of silence that remains impenetrable.

The illusion stands still... breathing life into all beings that walk on its concept of

time...and for what purpose does one look for so many miles outside the self, asked the

spirit of the earth. The light of the two suns will awaken lapis skies. Undines scry oil

spills, visions flow like clock work as the galactic eclipse is forming, deflecting chaos of

the second coming of Nibiru Star seeds stepping into the dawn of Aether remembering

the senses drifting on silver thread off into the distance the battle will not take place