When looking through the veil, a life it did not give.
To understand you're life itself, becomes the way to live.

Start seeing the connections, and feeling all the signs.
Become a part of deeper love, that runs the grand design.

The more that you connect to it, the more which you will know.
The old and dark will crack away, allowing light to grow.

Some will understand, and some will only cry.
Some will never see the truth, no matter what you try.

Wisdom's all the patterns, that over time you see.
Binding all together, telling what will come to be.

This that you can do, peering deep inside.
An introspective microscope, releasing all you hide.

The more that you connect, you'll feel it build and grow.
All you have to do is ask, for all you want to know.

The countless things you witnessed, so many times before.
Showing how the chips will fall before they hit the floor.

What we are is life itself, every thing you see.
Once you understand this, there is nothing left to be.

The darkness that's growing and swirling around.
The pain in my shoulder, that will not go down.

Is it a weakness, that's deep inside me.
In need of forgiveness, in which to be free.

Those parts of me careless, I need to forgive.
Authentic expression, in order to live.

Mindful experience, absorbing the pain.
acceptance of growth throughout all you attain.

Crafting to mindfully, heal from within.
Clearing of things I won't need, to begin.

Think about breathing, and being just one.
This loving reunion will come from the sun.

When looking deep into, the systems that rule.
You'll see it began, when you started with school.

Stretching and forming you, into their mold.
Silent control, til your body is cold.

Removing yourself, from the things steering you.
Perceptional upgrades, to those that are true.

Begin with those things, that they give no reply.
Closer inspection, shows all is a lie.

Beyond their control, there is something above.
You need it for everything, you guessed it, it's love.

For love that's created, there's nothing to pay.
Finding the middle is the right place to stay.

Rectifying unions, that struggle to bind.
Permeating losses, and feeling behind.

The bindings you work for, and those that you seek.
The strength that you gather, from feeling so weak.

Learning that outcomes, you want to control.
Are not done with words, from your face out that hole.

Mindfully use all your thoughts to create.
The feeling you're after, in the form of an eight.

To realize the all, that is deep inside you.
Detach from creation, is what you must do.

Bring forth your goodness, the voice in your head.
It eats all your fear and your feelings of dread.

You'll see that your method of binding was wrong.
Fear washed away, is now making you strong.

constructing of unions, and making these ties.
By being your true self, you're no longer disguised.

Focus your thoughts, so that you should stay.
creating connections, upon the middle way.

When telling someone of these things that you know.
It may cause the look of confusion to grow.

Ideas from you, over heads they do zoom.
Acquire less problems by reading a room.

Call you a ****** and locking you down.
The brotherhood hidden, inside every town.

A better solution, is try to lay low.
Think through your words before letting them go.

Wait when you're with someone, that has the sight.
Giving no judgement to wrong or to right.

All of the knowledge that's flowing to you.
In some space and time, it will always be true.

Stop wasting your time, telling those that can't see.
This group of people, will never be free.

Instead look to those that can see and that care.
They're often the ones, that the children all stare.

So chose very wisely, to those that you talk.
Find that the middle's the right place to walk.

If I had hammer, I'd hit you on the head.
If I had a hammer, I'd hit you til your dead.

If I had a car, I'd drive right over you.
If I had a car, I'd hit your family too,

These violent acts I speak about, that happen every day.
Building up, over time, With all you think and say.

In place of smashing down, with a hammer on his head.
Allowing him to live his life, Instead of being dead.

Take the car you're driving, and give them all a ride.
Not driving over anyone, not even those who lied.

It would be, so nice, if all the world could see.
How smiles from a stranger, grows feelings deep in me.

Seeing someone you don't know, blast them with a grin.
The love that is created, allows you both to win.

Why am I down here, This place that I'm at.
Constantly changing from this to then that.

Things that can shift, things you don't know.
things that make changes so ego will grow.

Careful inspection, of what's left inside.
Finding the things that your ego will hide.

When you do find them, remove them you must.
Most of them old thoughts, covered in rust.

Still ego's needed, to keep you alive.
If used in small doses you begin then to thrive.


Work on your life, doing things that are right.
Balancing thoughts during daytime and night.

People around you, unable to see.
How the life that's inside you is split into three.

As best friends go, you really weren't great.
Much like my wife, who was also an eight.

There were times that you fumbled and bumbled some care.
The whole time remaining, not really there.

I miss having someone, to show myself to.
I keep it inside now, not sharing with you.

Why does it bother and hurt me so much.
To not know the reason, to why we lost touch.

Now I just move, from one moment to next.
Since looking behind me, just leaves me perplexed.

I still want for you, all the things you may need,
Like abundance in wealth, or a buttload of ****.

Now when I think of you, once in a while.
Remembering things, that you said, makes me smile.

If you don't see me, only message I send.
Notice the things, that don't break, instead bend.

These words that I've written and needed to say.
Repairing tomorrow, through feelings today.

The who that it is, that you're waiting to see.
Is living inside you, the same as in me.

The difference in how, you see what will show.
Is changing belief into something you know.

Focus your thoughts, being mindful of things.
Threading your way, throughout all that life brings.

Find the real message, not the one told.
The truth shining through, has your story unfold.

To the last that will happen, you began with the start.
Dissolving designs that have kept us apart.

Seeing how people perceive and connect.
Through thoughts and with words getting all they select.

Truth is a magnet, that strengthens and grows.
Attracting to all, that the universe knows.

Stop for a moment, do not delay.
Receiving what's needed from a feeling today.

Inspection of flow, to choose how you feel.
Opening the doors, you refused to reveal.

The lightnet gets loosened of you and of me.
Revealing the who that you're waiting to see

When laying down sleeping and dreaming at night.
It quiets your vessel of physical might.

The other two vessels, working as you.
One comes from the place, you'll go when it's through.

The last one is planted and grows in your head.
Combining with others the moment you're dead.

Body, spirit and mind are the three.
***** just one and unbalanced you'll be.

When one is diminished, the others will match.
Swirling together for darkness to hatch.

Know what you are, and what lives in you.
Balance your vessels for a life that is true.

The nature of people, soon easy to see.
As light from the Red King divides us in three.

Time is now short, many parts now in place.
Don't let them fill you with distance and space.

Conflict and turmoil, need to unfold.
Showing your choice in the story that's told.

We each are a thought, a life of its own.
Mingling together with all that is known.

Negative acts, that need to be done.
controlled by intent, and not the outcome.

Hold an intent, throughout what you do.
Selecting those things, that are coming to you.

If it's for you, this intention will gain.
Karma will gather and strike you with pain.

Unload your karma, start giving your heart.
Opening up a new story to start.

A top layer system, above all that we know.
With royals and bankers and popes out for show.

Wealth flowing upward, our system to theirs.
Leaving us down here playing that game with the chairs

The system's a pyramid, but built in's a stop.
just look at your money, disconnected on top.

To get to the top part, means towing their line.
You become then immune to all resembling a crime.

Hear what I say, and you'll know that it's true.
Extracting the wealth of this system from you.

the top part disconnected, that dwells way up high.
Is ours once the red king is above the cats eye.

Until then their secrets will snowball and fall.
The knowledge we gather will make them act small.

They'll give us the ones that are obvious to see.
Hoping that stops us from shaking their tree.

A lie cannot live without energy from you.
But the truth lives forever always looking brand new.

Don't let them fool you, they know what you need.
for filling their coffers and making you bleed.

The way that you stop them, soon you will see.
By forgiving yourself, you awaken the key.

Waking up every day of my life, pushing the pain way down low.
Trying to chip out the tiniest of smiles, just enough so it will show.

Feeling hopeless, future now gone, missing the things that give joy.
Wishing that I, could find this great man, that grew from inside of this boy.

The sadness inside me and loss that I felt, jabbing and stabbing my heart.
Hoping each day, that I die in some way, that will reset all life from the start.

Blinded from seeing the tools all around, ones that could help me along.
Digging myself out of messes I made, required the need to be strong.  

Years have flown by, all those feelings now gone, no longer do I wish to be dead.
The pain and struggles that were deep inside me, have quit being stuck in my head.

Now it's ideas and people I love, to think about when I'm awake.
Since I've let go of the hurt left inside, the rest of this life is just cake.

Looking at life, through a cracked mirror lens.
Unable to see straight, or even make sense.

Careful routines, packed with danger inside.
Just outside, all of the lines, you must ride.

Repairing the cracked lens, that you see through.
Is accepting yourself, and loving just you.

Receiving the greatest, gift in this life.
means stop all self judgements, they cut like a knife.

Honestly let go of things from your past.
Denying the lies, brings truth forth at last.

This life takes you no where, you don't want to go.
So buckle your seat belt, and enjoy the show.

Not showing anyone, hiding what I am.
Only works so long until it puts me in a jam.

Closed off from feelings, heart locked away.
Out of touch with the love received, unable to make it stay.

Knowing that letting, my true self be seen.
Will change the way I'm looked at and awaken the machine.

Opening up myself, to help those along.
Not able to close now, I have to be strong.

Taking a chance, showing just you.
Letting you know that all things can be new.

Convergence of light, more every day.
Will show you the path, to find the middle way.

The Shaman’s life lonely, troubled since youth.
Seeing through lies, means speaking the truth.

The knowledge of both sides, time and again.
Repeating of patterns, understanding of zen.

The more that you know, the higher you go.
When all is in place your perception will grow.

Traveling by foot, many years spent alone.
Forgetting oneself is the shaman’s keystone.

Our Hero’s past life has been slowly washed away.
Unable to show faith, or be a part of the fray.

Growing in strength, she filled all with fear.
Repelling their lies, had her trust disappear.

All she struck down, had nowhere to hide.
Igniting her rage from the wrongs felt inside.

The Hero had learned, what the Shaman held dear.
People are afraid of those having no fear.

Be true to yourself wiping worries away.
Changing perceptions to find the middle way.

Light creates prisms, lost in your eyes.
Able to see through your well made disguise.

Careful thoughts bring many aspects alive.
Converging on times where we begin then to thrive.

Seeing all people connecting with me.
Showing the ways, in which to be free.

Use all your laughter and warmth felt inside.
releasing your shame and the pain that you hide.

Stop all the noise, as it clutters your mind.
With quiet comes peace, replacing energy in kind.

It never lasts long, before it starts up again.
Stop all engagement, to bring out your Zen.

Problems of people, you shouldn't have cared.
Focus on love so your friendship is spared

Some moments take long and some moments go fast.
Remaining inside you from first to the last.

Do not make waste of this time you posses.
Pinching and grinding your wealth to excess

Regretting your picks, is the price that you pay.
Unable to feel love or find the middle way.

If trapped in the reality that this false matrix shows.
Its grip on you loosens, as the light in you grows.

Deceptions more visible, seeing through lies.
showing how this world looks, without its disguise.

People make choices, some good, and some bad.
The ones that choose poorly, seen as making us mad.

Seeing each other, looking inside
Finally finding out, that there is no divide

Experience and connection, is the why that we’re here.
Finding service to others, is what need be held dear.

At dawn, it all started, tree to tree lickidy split.
Awakening to a squirrel’s perception, is today’s current bit.

Knowing which nuts to find by, the taste that’s in the air.
Up and down, running all around, without even a care.

Feeling direction into everything, connected to all I see.
Being attached to all of this, is what makes this squirrel free.

Time runs fast through this perception, stretching out my time.
Feeling no fear, doesn’t matter what happens, or how high that I climb.

Running on a program, that’s coded right to my strand.
Knowing just what I should do, takes place inside a gland.

The world seen through these eyes, playing squirrel for a day.
Gaining perceptions needed, to find the middle way.

Feathers and leaves dancing, wind in the sky.
Sparks reconnected, without even a try.

The moment you knew, is the moment I saw.
Creating together, without even a flaw.

Stronger and brighter, becoming so tight.
Faith in each other, without stirring a fight.

Our colors once separate, begin now to run.
Giving us depth, without weighing a ton.

Aligning ourselves, to be on God's path.
Achieving salvation, without any wrath.

Flashes of the man I once was, often come and go.
Unable to hang on to him, because of things I know.

Father, Brother, son and friend, is what I thought I'd be.
But we are all much more than that, I hope you soon will see.

The perceptions I've been granted, have shown me who I am.
The changes that this brought to me, has put me in a jam.

Now in between perceptions, is how I have to live.
Not able to stay in just one, the others will not give.

The reason that it's me this time, was never left to chance.
All these new perceptions work to strengthen up my stance.

Everything's connected by this wave that runs through all.
So open up your heart and feel God's love has come to call.

The story of Blobert J. Pumpkins, a bully from the time he was small.
Began with his first years of primary school upon noticing he was quite tall.

His classmates would always defer up to him, so he felt like the one that's in charge.
A decade of bullying began way back then and that sad little boy became large.

His mother had married a stupid loud man, young Blob saw him only as mean.
Nevertheless he turned into that guy that had left him when he was a teen.

High school Blob was more of the same, no one dared stand in his way.
If anyone rose with the courage to try, Blobert would then make them pay.

Finished with school and out in the world, our Blob found a great place to work.
But it didn't take coworkers much time to see that this rude selfish oaf was a ****.

Unable to make friends or stay in one place, always looking to upgrade his job.
From years that he drank, unclear memories remain as the only things left inside Blob.

Losing it all, time after time, never once seeing his part.
Picturing himself as the coolest of cats, while being a disgusting old ****.

As all of his classmates began to retire, Blob dropped from houses to cars.
He was trapped by his ego in a fantasy world at the same time he's ******* in jars.

The moral of the story is don't be a Blob, nobody liked him a bit.
No one had taught him the smart thing in life, is never to eat where you ****.

So he stumbles around, all over town, insulting the people he meets.
Clueless the way that he does everything, is the reason for all his defeats.

We all have these ideas, of things we're looking for.
Finding out the purpose, of a life lived evermore.

Learn what your numbers mean, find out what they are.
Each of them connected to you through a shining star.

The numbers tell of all your traits, The who you are inside.
Encoded to your DNA, the moment you arrive.

Going through your life without knowing of these things.
Is never knowing which bee gives you honey or which stings.

If you find your numbers have a double or a match.
It will strengthen your connection, but there is a catch.

Karma comes right back to you, fast as it can be.
The choices that you make in life, will pick the side you see.

To understand these qualities, buried deep in you.
Means opening your third eye's mind, to look at things anew.

Everything you look upon, patterns start to show.
How numbers make up all there is, everything we know.

First you take a peek, after when you're done.
Then you have a ****, and it's right back to square one.

Walking down the street, looking everywhere.
To find a special peek and ****, one always must prepare.

Peek and ****, peek and ****, is what I love to do.
Peek and ****, peek and ****, it makes me feel brand new.

When I find a spot I like, I crouch and hunker down.
Knowing I've had peeks on almost everyone in town.

Arriving back at home, I find my porcelain chair.
Sitting right upon it, with my big old derrière.

Peek and ****, peek and ****, is what I love to do.
Peek and ****, peek and ****, I sure enjoy the view.

After I am all pooped out, It's time to take a rest.
Dreaming of the peeks and poops I feel have been the best.

Mother liked to peek, and Father liked to ****.
You can bet our family time would throw you for a loop.

Peek and ****, peek and ****, is what I love to do.
Peek and ****, peek and ****, from here to Timbuktu.

Back when I was young, often if I'd see.
A person that I thought was neat, I'd **** immediately.

I hope that when you hear my tale, you'll blush and begin to squirm.
That Mary Jane helped write this one, I'm ready to confirm.

Peek and ****, peek and ****, is what I love to do.
Peek and ****, peek and ****, Should be on pay-per-view

Looking into people, seeing who they are.
Finding out the person, is not the avatar.

Tell who lives a lie as he's walking down the street.
Spreading words of untrue thoughts, buried in deceit.

The lies are then concealed, deep inside the truth.
For Programing our future and hijacking our youth.

Recognizing patterns, flowing in towards me.
Tells me what is coming to our false reality.

When comparing with the truth, the deceptions that you catch.
You will see that all their numbers never are a match.

Numbers make up all there is, everything we know.
But as it is in all there is the first nine steal the show.

Once we get to nine, we know what happens then.
We tack a zero to a one and proclaim  it's a ten.

These nine are everywhere, creating all you see.
The deepest part of everything throughout eternity.

There was a thing that happened to me, not so long ago.
A single seed of knowledge, took root and began to grow.

It boosted the connection, to a voice inside of me.
Showing me just who I am and what I'm supposed to be.

It took me to a place, that very few have been.
Showing me how to change the world with poems from my pen.

Detachment from their matrix, then came naturally.
Having understanding of, everything I see.

Preparing for the next part, of what I saw above.
Means walking down this road alone, leaving ones I love.

Constructing all these poems, I could not do at home.
I had to do it on the road in every town I roam.

This connection with the source of us, grows stronger every day.
It gives me understanding of the things I need to say.

The system that controls us, is only based on fear.
Claiming if we don't abide we'll lose all we hold dear.

The fear that is created, constructs the world we know.
But kindness and compassion, will let the love then show.

Don't think about the worst in people, stop your being scared.
With the love that grows in you, the world will be repaired.

Focusing on the low points in life, will always bring you down.
Attracting negativity into your world, thus giving you your frown.

To examine all your choices, looking at things that you did.
Will send you on a journey, back to when you were a kid.

Try not to be so ******* yourself, questioning the mistakes that you made.
By seeing that they make who you are, your sadness will then start to fade.

For the times in your life that are not so great, this is what you can do.
When feeling down, help those around, transforming to a life that is true.

We think that we are oh so smart, smarter than those from the past.
But as we begin to awaken ourselves, we realize that we are just last.

Channeling new feelings, to stay locked in the now.
I am able to do this, though I do not know how.

In any occurrence, I sneer not, nor cheer.
I listen but judge not, on values held dear.

Controlling emotions, when faced with  despair.
Aligns your three vessels, for constant repair.

With any experience, you control what you feel.
By being in balance, you then learn to heal.

Start doing things other than what you've been told.
You'll soon see the story, that's about to unfold.

Enhanced understanding, burning bright as the Sun.
Will show you this game, has already been won.

Sunlight’s code shines bright on me, thoughts of light beaming down.
Expanding my connection to source, as it enters me through my crown.

New senses through perception, not unlike being able to hear.
Seeing through all the falsehoods, of any encounter I’m near.

Gathering complexities of experience, like I’ve never felt before.
Collapsing this illusion of theirs, by simply walking out the door.

The knowledge that has been entrusted to me, has brilliance and lets me see in.
But the flip side of that is the darkness that’s here, always trying to get under my skin.

The burden is balanced by what I put in, these gifts I do not use on me.
This world that we live in, all has a cost, except love which will always be free.

If you happen to meet me out on the road, observe the things that you feel.
For I am but a reflection of you, identifying things to reveal.

All of the fear, has now drained out of me.
Echoing love, in any direction I see.

People that look at me, often times stare.
Wondering how, that I haven’t a care.

All of these things, and the changes I’ve met.
Empowering myself, to remove all regret.

Repelled or attracted is what they will feel.
Buried inside them, are things to reveal.

There are layers of reality, that are governed by force.
The others are parallel, linked directly to source.

When connecting with one, you’ll immediately know.
The division of worlds, is beginning to show.

The creation of three comes from the two.
Binding together, in ways nobody knew.

The two become one thus making it three.
Transforming us into what it’s all meant to be.

Layer after layer, both near and afar.
Designing and building the conscious being you are.

The creator is give and the creation is take.
Combining us into this space that we make.

At odds with each other, always testing the space.
Making it look like it’s somehow a race.

Split down the middle, each has their side.
Entering the light from the dark times we hide.

This synchronic balance gets everything right.
Working together without causing a fight.

If we look at the all, we see one as a whole.
Knowing things above also happen below.

Entering a town without knowing a soul, can always go hit or go miss.
So God led me here, right to this group, familiar as a long forgotten kiss.

Opening your doors to let me be a part, showing me the love that you spread.
Seeing all these people, connected to you, as if by an invisible thread.

So lucky I feel, having come this place full of people all gathered in love.
This special connection you share with each other must certainly have come from above.

A month has gone fast but I know in my heart, how our valuable time has been spent.
Serving those in need can take many forms , even helping them find next months rent.

Sometimes during a difficult moment, an argument can ensue.
But within a day it’s all squared away,  and your friendship is stronger than new.

Leaving this place will sting quite a bit,   I’ve grown quite fond of you all.
But places to go and people to see, is the journey of the wanderers call.

As the world’s greatest poet, that the world has never known.
It allows me to stroll seamlessly, in any town I roam.

Talk to people, tell my shmeele, show them where it’s at.
Some will light up in their eyes and some just say nice hat.

When I find a poem I'd like to read, often they will say.
That’s not something we do here during any time of day.

Stifled and constricted I promptly move along.
Seeing if the next town, wants to hear my song.

When looking for God, the things seen are that.
Always a top, any perception I’m at.

Step into his shoes and he steps above.
Feeling what’s left, an abundance of love.

Kicking the tires, on this giant of a me.
Pulling out ideas, of how it’s all meant to be.

Walking held high no longer stumbling around.
Showing my true self, without making a sound.

Doing my best and giving my all.
Opening myself, for that love comes to call.

This journey of self on the inside and out.
Is made by having faith where you felt only doubt.

To get yourself aligned with the here and the now.
Stop all your thinking about all the why and the how.

Feeling no fear brings you right to the top.
Flow like a river they’re unable to stop.

Give yourself time to work it all through.
Release old ideas to find the real you.

Connecting with people to help you along.
Will change all your feelings of being weak to just strong.

Beginning this process can be started today.
Notice how quickly you’ll find the middle way.

Falling deep inward, with consciousness clear.
Connecting with everything, having no fear.

To ruminate on things, will become such a bore.
When by looking inside, you’ll see so much more.

Be what you want because that’s who you are.  
Free as a fire fly, that escaped from its jar.

Find thoughts and ideas, so fresh and so new.
Releasing the hang-ups, you never outgrew.

Become your true self, to let everyone know.
The changes upon us are beginning to show.

When traveling by foot, across a distance of land.
You come across special people, that will always give you a hand.

Out on the road, no matter how you feel.
Finding other people, that always keep it real.

Remembering other times, being down here before.
Leonardo, Alan, Yeshua and more.

Knowing of all they knew, isn’t as easy as that.
It’s more you feel how they felt, at the time which they were at

If I can see through your eyes, then you can look through me.
Seeing we are the same, stretched out through eternity.

The changes that are coming, are not without any loss.
We guides are put in place, to get new ideas across

Open up your heart, while looking to the sun.
Filling up with light, knowing we are but one.

The system of oneness in our universe, that connects all that we see.
Steering us to choices we need to make, showing how it’s all meant to be.

Each group has their own special way, to communicate with each other.
But underneath is an unseen wave, linking us to Earth as our mother.

Like ants on a hill running about, no doubt to where they are going.
Guided by an invisible tether, giving them direction without knowing.

Science shows us how some of this works, when looking at things that are small.
Often as we begin to look at ourselves, we become blinded and see nothing at all.

It’s important to remember that in all there is, the consciousness we have is just one.
It gives me solis remembering this, making life much more fun.

By thinking you’re not a piece of it all, you place your part on a shelf.
The judgements you give are beliefs that you have, in your mind, about only yourself.

Performing nightly on a stage, people scream out your name.
Carefully not to get ahead of yourself, and forget that it’s all just a game.

A crippling feature of rock-n-roll life, is a deafness in one’s ear.
Of all the senses given to them, important is being able to hear.

The bitter pains give refuge, Relevant of all you attain.
Hard from normal this rockstar life, always the same to remain.

Singing the same old jingle jangle, showing their souls every night.
sharing the music inside of them, Hoping it gives us delight

Sliding in quite carefully, carving a night out of day.
Another stage, another bus, off to the next place to play.

Traveling to the center of this land that I know.
To a magical place in the middle, where sun and moon will show.

I hadn’t thought much about that little, care bear on the dash.
Just feeling like it’s in the way, and going to make us crash.

But deep inside I knew that I was right where I should be.
Experiencing this colossal event, with my friends numbering three.

viewing this crossing of never before, was therefore something new.
guided by strangers moments before in a parking lot out of the blue.

We followed them and they showed us a spot, to watch the moon make its pass. Oddly enough an identical bear was just laying right there in the grass.

A braided ribbon way up high, twisting black and twisting white.
Circling around this vast darkness in the sky, making it feel so bright.

Spirals of shapes around the sun, moving inwards and moving out.
Creates the reality in which we live, to this I have no doubt.

Egypt gave us many things but was not the first kingdom to grow.
This civilization popped up quick, built atop all we should know.

Understanding There is a price of admission, for all that I now see.
It’s the knowing that whatever happens, the “I am”, is really just me.

Remember that ice cream, that gave you such delight.
All layered there together, in brown, pink and white

The smells in your life that these memories attach.
When you encounter one, you’ll know that it’s a match.

Always do what you love, isn’t that what they say.
Telling you, by doing this, never  will you work, in a day.

Doing everything with love, it’s with this you will create.
A deep respect for everything, thus learning of your fate.

If only seeing yourself as, the this that I can.
Try quieting your mind, to become the I in I am.

There is a flavor and aroma that sends me far away.
To a time long ago, that’s hidden inside today.

To travel this distance, the one deep in me.
My magic elixir is Called Russian tea.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

Tomorrow is another day, you and I are on our way.
I’ll be there for you, and you’ll be there for me.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

I love this little girl of mine, she makes every day so fine.
She’s my shining star, no matter where we are.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

Now that we have brushed our teeth, there’ll be nothing more to eat.
Now it’s time for bed, goodnight sleepyhead.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

Of all of the grains that we’ve opted to eat.
Most popular of these, is the one we call wheat.

The harvest of wheat now involves something new.
I’ll lay it all out so that we can review

When harvesting wheat it’s important to know.
You’ll increase your profit if the moisture is low.

To do this you dry it by spraying to ****.  So the poisons attached will go right to the mill

If that doesn’t scare you and fill you with dread.
This wheat is then used in the food we call bread.

As cancer rates grow and more people get sick.
Take a look at your diet and quit believing their shtick.

Since poisoning our food has become the new norm. I’ve made it my duty to share, and inform.

Releasing all your judgments, it’s like mopping up the floor.
You think you have it all cleaned up, but then, you notice more.

The edges and the corners, hunker down to clean.
Shine your light way down in there, to find what’s gone unseen.

Residue, flecks and dirt, from many years before.
Thriving there unnoticed, right atop the kitchen floor.

All these tiny judgements, that your ego makes for you.
Must be looked at mindfully, releasing what’s untrue.

These daily, small conclusions, that you promptly tuck away.
Building up inside you like, spiritual decay.  

Equanimity in consciousness, it’s this you will attain.
Thoughtfulness in all you do, the swamp will start to drain.

So meeting someone out there, that is living on the fringe.
Look deeply and say hi to them, removing all your cringe.

They are you and you are me, it’s this that you will see.
Spreading like a wild fire, as you remember you’re the key.

There’s something about this early group, the ones that started first.
Denying the old to except the new, can never be rehearsed.

They’re scattered sparsely all around, nothing left to chance.
Often seen with underwear, on the outside of their pants.

Switching to the positive age, it’s light that we become.
so working on forgiving yourself, might not be so dumb.

The light that will configure you, soon about to start.
This will help you understand, when thinking with your heart.

With senses traveling higher than, you ever would have thought.
The world we knew will drip away, as old begins to rot.

As our world now awakens, to this glorious new day.
Chances are we’ll meet again, upon the middle way.

I can still climb into the moment,  when I knew what I had found.
Being lifted up so high, that I could barely see the ground.

We think ourselves into the good times, so many when we were new.
Spreading them all around us, our custom relationship glue.

As time passed our love crashed, and we began to drift apart.
Since I couldn’t stop what I felt for you, so I went about breaking my heart.

The in and out, the back and forth, it took me down so deep.
But every time as if on cue, love would make me leap.

Back to you got harder and colder, with every time I fell.
In spite of that, the love I felt, kept me under your spell.

Removing myself from everything, the love I shared with you.
Taught me all about myself, and things I needed to do.

Our time together gave me tools, that I never had before.
No longer fearing anyone, passing through my door.

Love from a distance is a peculiar thing, it’s not like closeup love.
One learns to just send it out, and trust in god above.

When did I know?
What were my earliest clues?
Was it when something amazing happened just for me?
Was it when someone told me I was special?
Was it when animals would communicate with me?
Is that when I knew?
No, I always knew.
I knew from my first memories who the  creator was.
I lived as such, for a long time, through original perception
I enjoyed kindergarten because of Judy Dodge.
She was a fringe hippie, too old to start over.
Too young to realize that it was all just a controlled opposition.
Put in place simulating resistance.
Mrs. Dodge nourished me as the creator.
Making us passports, and flying us all over the world.
Showing us different cultures, and tasting their food.
My kindergarten picture is me, sitting reverse Indian style.
Hands flat together, fingers intertwined.
Resting my chin on my fingers.
A knowing smile on my face.
Black turtleneck, of course.
After that all the pictures are of the creation, not the creator.
The creation began around then.
Growing more and more as I neared first grade.
Finding ways to wear it.
It was the needful pleaser.
It was the shameless liar.
Hiding me from this kali yuga world.
From then I slowly slid deeper inside.
The more control I gave it.
The more it would change my reality.
Somewhere early on I went to sleep.
During this time the creation went about doing its job.
Which was, keeping me alive.
Time passes.
Love happens.
Feeling wonderful.
Seeing between the cracks.
I want more!
What fun!
The creation has been busy.
Building its reality of fear.
Fear is the creation’s only tool, but it has a thousand ways to use it.
Love crashes.
Abandonment.
Pain.
Regret.
Sorrow.
The creation regains control.
Lulling me to forget.
Forget that I exist.
Sleeping.
Sleeping.
Slowly waking.
Bits, here and there.
Synchronic detection rising.
Disturbing and uncomfortable knowledge.
Understanding of truth.
Forgiveness.
Balance.
Self realization.
The veil dissolves.
Disassembling the creation.
Piece by piece.
Fractal by fractal.
Remembering.
Feeling.
Thinking.
Knowing.
Searching.
Finding
Disorientated.
Blinded.
Deafened.
Tricked.
A thin layer of creation.
Like glass, embedded in me.
Discoloring You.
Camouflaging You.
Hiding You.
It can’t let me see You.
Terrified of You.
Can’t exist with You.
The creation sends a blow.
It lands.
The creation stabs.
You bleed.
Thunder.
The creation strikes!
You cry.
Deep rumble.
Your pain.
I twinge.
You Cry!
I hurt.
YOU CRY!
I feel.
I care.
Shattered glass!
Melting fog.
Quantum matching
Love flows.
Awakening to it all.
Remembering it all.
Feeling it all.
Reaching out my hand.
To You.
Completing Our link.
Love flowing.
Together.
Complete.
Reborn.
Creating.
Endings.
Beginnings.
Eternal.

Politics, media, business and such.
The zionists have control deep in their clutch.

To control all the money is where it began.
The last on their list is the bank of Iran

Our zionist rulers can hide in plain sight.
Speak poorly of them, Judaism takes up the fight.

They never can let us separate them.
From the regular people following Judaism.

Any attack on their Kabbalist ways.
You’re tagged an anti semite, for the rest of your days.

All that we know has been taken away.
Slowly replaced with their rot and decay.

We are just cattle that feed them our fear.
Kept in the dark with all the lies we hold dear.

They need that you read all these words and feel shame.
Regaining control of you inside of this game.

The darkness they worship can cause you no harm.
The eternal inside you, is there to disarm.

Once you are honest and speak only truth.
You see through these lies that began in your youth

No longer will the zionists be able to hide.
The light that is coming will be our new guide.

Ever since way back, when I was small.
I had dreams of a woman, I knew not at all.

Try as I might, to catch a glimpse of her face.
The moment I awaken, all I saw would erase.

Every single night, as I arrive in my dreams.
She would show me that reality is not as it seems.

Her presence is not part of time and of space.
Outside of my dreams, I can find not a trace.

I look very closely at all those I meet.
Even the people, I pass on the street.

Hoping to see her, or that she’ll find me.
Recognizing we make up, two parts of the three.

I see now that I am just farther along.
Waiting for her, to put words to my song.

Looking at time back from here to the past.
She’s always with me, like a shadow I cast

Stop worrying about things, that you know to be true.
The secret behind why, we are split up in two.

When using an add-on text messaging app.
They glean all your data, to sell you more crap.

They bypass your rights when you click “I agree”.
No need to use money, their program is free.

It listens to every single word that you say.
Deciding which ads that are sent on their way.

We know now big changes are coming to us.
But before going forward, there are things to discuss .

Elon is building a chip for your head.
If you think that’s a good thing you’re sadly misled.

The Mason’s believe that control will stay theirs.
But power will shift once we gather in pairs.

Split into two separate people, we are.
Finding each other again, from afar.

I struggle with words, for the things that I feel.
This cosmic connection we share is unreal.  

When finding each other you’ll immediately know.
The closeness you feel, will continually grow.

Service to others keeping karma at bay.
Extending loves light must be done every day.