Retrograde

I thought yesterday was today last year while Mars was retrograde. Rewinding past, present, future into one time sphere.

Raising the dead for festive occasion. The children play in the dead seas while washing away the priory's karma.

As blood flows down stream from the mutilation of our people nearing extinction of decent. Ascension has lost its meaning.

Only embers remain in the ashes of what knowledge was passed. The seldom few with akashik keys have mercy on the gods agenda.

Seeking truth while walking on its hands as time unwinds. Waiting patiently for the shift to settle.

Cerebral Tongues

I walk with the dead,
I speak in cerebral tongues...
Our god is consciousness. 

Our flesh was made of fungus,
sipped from our mothers breasts. 
These demonic play things, we tend to manifest.
Walking dead among the living,
spirits we work with protecting our being.

Simple as it was then, 
imagination in these days so...rare.
Imitation art surrounds our nations,
governed by defects blinded by stagnation.

Once we were human. 
Man, separated by machines.
Woman, separated by screens...cursed.
Divided equally the knowledge passed on to children.

L.K. Cruz P.

Exploring soul

Woke up one morning,
to decide I am no longer
a slave.

To the war,
humanity, and
the secrets of propaganda,
they hold.

Forbidden thoughts shared
via text message,
the man comes knocking on doors.

I see vision within the wax,
of polished wooden floors.
doors of the minds eye open,
traveling along it's narrow halls.

 Exploring soul,
through meditation.
bound to light without religion.

 

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
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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Essence of Mercy 

Taking big steps, strides turn to dust. The ashes carry the voices into the atmosphere. That woman in the white gown with star like eyes, breathless. Drowning in her sublime vision, windy dreamlike state trying to capture a breath. The godess like silouhettes gleam in the pouring rain. Her beauty fish eyed through the lens of the raindrops, caught in the moon light standing still...was about to utter a word but, was left breathless. With beauty like this, none dare approach, orthostatic off in the distance lost in awe. This awe is niether lust nor love, pure blissful, visualization admiration of another being. Like the feeling of two hearts synchronizing the magnetic field of life, suspending the mother in space. Interlaced with bio-galvanizing dimensions of grids beyond the minds eye. Light is seen, as a whole new spectrum emerges. The dawn of a new age has come, eyes closed, ashes settle. Starring at her own reflection, lost in the puddles.


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Snowflake

Is it poison?
or just a flame.
Coursing through veins,
feeling
it
crawling
out from within.

Like shards of snowflakes,
frost bitten

within hollow glass tubes.
A puff of smoke may...

turn inner demons.

A
Labyrinth, 
some say.

Thoughts create their own
     book of shadows.

They speak,
Shh...the Silent Tongues

pages

into the depths..
go
These explorers.

They seek the...
Alchemical Whispers of
Insomniax Doktrine,

For it holds no wisdom.

Echos of shattered truths.

Eternal, we wander...
in search of wonders.

Unearthed.

Captured,

within it's pages.

Cyclops that dwells deep within

Eyes flutter back into my head.
my skull crumbles into shattered pieces,
shards glare in eternal light,
my knees collapse like twin towers.

Another child born in a cardboard box,
Pondering why is trashitarianism,
is a new fad, or just a new way to starve her people.

Just another yellow brick in the road,
chanting we built this city on rock and roll,
for the other bricks in the wall.

I would shout as loud as I could,
if I thought it mattered, You agreed
so we shouted together just to watch,
the earth stand still.

We sit and spin more webs of souls,
bound together woven in blood and bone.

DNA,
scribes the thresh hold.
forgotten names we are never told.

When we wake in the deep, deep, sleep.
The whole story unfolds, nor questions nor answers,
nor glories, nor faith...will compare to its blissfull
blindness...to be forgiven, knowing there is nothing to forgive.

When we awaken this Cyclops that dwells deep within us all...

LKCP2KXIV

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Yearbook

Shhh,
listen to time.
floating in space.
during the hours of night.
under the moon into the sun.
the planets danced one by one.
year after year, centuries, if not decades.

The wise would gather and observe celestial dance.
while others would worship and dance in trance.
while others would harvest and harness thier powers.

always will there be the ones who know,
always will there be the one who don't.
always darkness there will be,
as always the light continues to grow.

Do what you will do what you must,
find knowlege of self.
this you must trust.

For my yearbook says,
from a past life, beyond.
"when all the rest are dead and gone,
1993 will still rock on"...


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The Dream

Silently running on the blacktop, 

smell of gritty freshness of tar,

I am dreaming...

i feel a shift of energy in my abdomen,

and 

my legs start to lift off the ground,

fingers turned in to feathers, my feet became claws of an owl.

through the night skies Silently, 

I crept,

upon Landing my 

feathers started to disapear and my body, 

returned to normal.

 

 

LKCP2KXIII

 

Moonlight Tears

Drenched in thought eyes wince away the light of darkness.

Whispering winds caress the empty space that knows no boundary.

Intelligent brushes paint pictures of an unexplored landscapes.

As the canvas remains blank starring into the mirror.

Waiting to catch its own reflection in the stillness of water.

Tears of the moon fall into the ocean trying to capture the moment.

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Mist

Measure a single grain of sand against a thought of nothing whilst sailing on cosmic gases,

shhhh...

Exhalation slow perceptions of the vortex gathering pranic particles swirling merkaba housed by inner space.

Inhaling concentration on nothing oneness with the emptyness having no thoughts...

Dwelling in silent emotion without expression of the liquid glass filling the atmosphere within.

A thousand unfolding peddles of the lotus that has never seen the sun rise, mimicing the dusk as it lays to rest in lunar lights.

The waters whisper the scryers song, vocabulary scribed by passing winds to pass on the words of the wise...

And once again time stood still against the masses that had become so dependent on its hands.

Awakening otherwise the second hand within the self, self aware of one is a creator harmonic to its nature...

Expanded tenticals reach out toward kundalini evaporation into akashic mists melting ...

Disappeared.

LKCP2KXIII