Believe not that which those in ‘power’ would have you believe.
Be not lead down freedoms perceived road.
Let not the media feed your minds with falseness in the guise of truth.
Be aware of the false prophets, the false gods, the neon gods, the false flags, the false histories, the fake politicians and the would be celebrities.
Do not live or judge by egos power.
Do not let the trees blind you from the woods.
Fame and riches, ego and power are useless in a world not of the mundane.
The world is an illusion that sucks and traps humanity in the lower dimensions.
Be not blinded.
Break free and see without eyes.
Be not the beast.
Break free from the ouroborous of destiny.
Break the cycle of centuries.
Maybe i wish for too much and mankind is just too far along the road of devolution to ever see the truth as it really is.
My eyes are bright; my eyes shine, are alive.
Alone, yet not alone.
Turning the wheel; i look to kin,
The gears crank; no one has learned
So the cycle repeats
I wait for the turning point;
Outside of time in the palace of all there is
Upon destinies hill.
I watch the downward spiral of mankind yet again….
I could be very naughty and give that wheel a big old push;
Speeding up of the end times
Or i could just nudge it now and again when the mood takes me.
The book is written.
The pages turn.
The game is on.
The players all take turns
Unaware that the book has always been written
And the die cast.
Just one more turn of the wheel then
While i am in the mood……