When was the day...

When was the day,

We were born out of shadows...

From the hollows of which we,

Came fourth into light of All.

What adds value to this illusion

if we cannot see its truths,

Veil after veil seeking to reach

the center of the Sun,

Trying to figure out how

to preserve the One.

Self.

Aware.

Some days we find heroes...

beyond the stones of immortals.

The songs of the silence share, wisdom's amongst her people.

Let not us be consumed,

the demons cry out for souls...

Re read the ancient riddles, scriptures scribed on

Dragons tongue.

Answers awaiting engraved in walls,

incantations of the neXt generation.

-LKCP2KXIII-

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Vapors of Gods

Once we lay our eyes to rest, the world blossoms insights not seen by sons of man.

And as it seems at times they only listen to voices of God's Scribes of man.

There are those who seek alchemical whispers through eyes outside of ones mind.

But un aware the true reflection resides in the pools of darkness hidden deep within the cosmos...

Seek not and thou shall find, the many treasure gods placed inside...

Coded in language of the birds for in each his own to decode,

Reach out for Akashic vapors...for its very keys you hold.

LKCP2KXIII

In the Form of...

Eyes closed feeling the universe. Eyes open seeing multiverses, walking amongst us. Interaction of each galaxies conjugation of telepathy weaving... Invisible webs of life. Thoughts emitting transparent strings, attached to sleepless nights. Walking in worlds of dreams caressing the outer limits of subconscious. Gliding on the wings of nibiru towed by the fiery spirit of the Phoenix. They gathered under streetlights and told tales of the camp fires of old. Tales, of the ancient ones, of great necromancers cleansing the zombies purge. Tales of the sages preserving the arts mastery of healing souls... Of the craft that binds the constellations and of divinty of working together. That a synergy is all greater than energy, crop circles emerge in the roar of the silence...the light of the Sun came, In the form of a fallen star. LKCP2KXIII

Modern Archeologist

We have already reached a point in our times that there really is nothing left on earth to discover externally, but there is a vast space inside our beings for all of us to discover.

When there is no mystery left, and all the veils have been lifted then there is no other direction but evolving and transmuting our selves to the next level.

You are your own archeologist...

Dig wisely.

-LKCP2KXII-

Ouroboros Waking

While in meditation pointing ones tounge up and into the "pool of heaven" spine is like an erect snakes body and tongue is its head.

Chin angled in 45 degrees with combonation of sinus, 3rd eye (2nd sight of the snake) and throat controlling the breathe as if. One was barely breathing.

While taking in the same amount of oxygen feels as if your breathing through your pores. Felling the same as it looks while a serpent breathing. 

Unleash coils inton the circle of life an encopass the Ouroboros from within when Kundalini becomes Shakti and births creation from the depths of all roots, syphoning electric raindrops caressing ones etheric shell...

And only time will tell what is meant for now, why does its essence linger in thy presence and where is tommorrow?

LKCP2KXIII