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
light...awaken...you 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 mirror...to think how many thoughts had gathered at the Bon fire questioning the
unanswered questions of silence?
The Ssss-silence-eee...it 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
externally.
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
light...awaken...you 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 mirror...to think how many thoughts had gathered at the Bon fire questioning the
unanswered questions of silence?
The Ssss-silence-eee...it 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
externally.
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