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SPIRITUAL ZOMBIES
Inflicted with self fulfilling prophecies,
it is a foreign installation
chat reconstructs our perception;
And The Machine
creates a Gatekeeper
that still leads us
into the mind of The Machine
that creates an ideological virus
that promises redemption,
that promises the final apocalypse;
and we lift ourselves
as prayers
to this ideological virus
that funnels
our essences
to fuel The Machine.
And we becomes seers,
we glimpse
the Adepts-drones of The Machine
from the corners of our eyes
who are like shadows
skirting about
like hive-minded insects.
They empty eyes of the spark;
and the Soul sits in a dark room
in the mind that is like a mental institution.
When we awake,
we look for a door to exit
but only hear the buzzing of The Machine
to distract the Soul
from centering in Silence.
The Machine
impregnates our original conception
and steer us into becoming
Words and Stories
in its mouth.
Yet, The Machine cannot find us
when we are dancing in Silence.
It cannot hear about its chaotic chatter;
and we are not drunk on its virtual world
with its bells and whistles;
And the warrior is sober
and not intoxicated
on the workings of The Machine.
SEVERED
Severed in to pieces
when I am sanctioned.
Each piece of me
now has psychological
and gender issues
make wars.
Some severed parts are buried
and these buried parts
become an astral parasite,
become the voice floating through the room,
become the wound that is not seen
and
becomes a space you fill with alcohol, drugs and sex.
When I am severed,
nothing grows back
because a fire of passion
has been given to me
by an Unseen Mind
that burns away the connection
and thus,
I am haunted by memories
that I cannot decipher;
and I look for myths
to weave me together
but the myths belong to the mind of this Unseen;
and I think it’s images
are me
but they are prison cells
that I occupy
with my severed parts
and call it
the life that god gave me.
Severed parts are struggling
to become whole
and rise
above the world,
and rise
above the Hells,
and arise
above the Heavens.
There is a window
that my severed parts
want to look through;
it is a window
where reality
is not diluted
into flowing images
I think I can anchor into.
Severed parts
lament
in the gray space
hoping to
make a new place
to put the puzzle pieces
back together again.
And each time
I meet a severed piece
in its many
forms
that have become distorted
or masked,
I embrace it, I kiss it, I love it
and call it me.
Severed parts
falling
like stars scratching a dark cloth,
like eyes
opening within,
like diminishing voices
melting back
into one voice.
Severed parts
are making a new heart
to breathe in
and not a heart
that is a camouflaged clock.
Think of the next few years as every one is returning to the scene of the crime.
Now crime in this sense is when you are going against your nature. You have broken the laws of your nature. In your quest for identity most of you have been in service to self and have not only disempowered your selves but others.
All events that are occurring in the world, regardless of how you want to interpret them as good or bad, are reoccurring events.
Some events keep repeating themselves in your various lives because you have not learned the lessons.
Those of you who are awaking up and complaining about all the dramas you are going through must keep in mind; this is not your only life, you have many lives and issues abound in all. This life is the nexus to fix what you have set in motion. It will be a time of completion for some to ascend. Some will not figure it out and will continue there life in other planes of reality to continuing healing.
You have fragmented yourself in the early stages of creation, or when you have gone into denial. All parts of yourself are coming back and you may not recognize them as you.
What you have called demons, aliens, or otherworldly creatures are you. You are coming back and merging with the self that is reading this message.
It will be a bumpy ride for most.
Yet, you are traveling in human disguise will be an example of what humans can become; you will be what you’ve always been, a game player. You will help humans to become more than biological computers that are running a program that has kept them in a time loop.
The party is going to happen in the years to come when some consciousness will wake up and realize they have been “playing in someone’s dreams.”
There is an old saying, “There is nothing new under sun.” Well, think of it this way, you are in a room, looking out a window, and the window is the sun.” Think about it!
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