The world stirs
And from above my head
A column of lights
And a torrent of energy
To push the hands of those
Who would hold me
Down.
The world tries
To quantify the unseen
With their minds
And limited concepts
How can one write
About beauty
If it has never touched them?
So they try to
Quantify intuition
By groping in
The dark
And proclaiming
Kingship
Of the day
While their
Eyes are closed.
I dance around
The world
While men
With eyes shut tight
And women with
Mouths clamped tight
Say nothing
As I move freely
Through the space
They can only dream of.
To free the world
I must find a way
To pry eyes open
To unclamp mouths
Shut from years
Of fear and cultural
Programming…
To set not just Americans
Free
But all human beings
From the trap
Of their own making.
The Battle for the world
Is not set between
Those who hold the most guns
But between those
With the most powerful ideas
Who can move humanity
To either great heights
Or unimaginable depths,
For good or ill.
Right now
The bad guys
Are winning
The Ascension War
The puppet masters
Pull the strings
Of our attention
Technology
Has only made it
Easier for them,
Now we must use it
To make it easier
For us.
Who are we?
Who are you?
Who am I?
I am Awake
Who are you?
A Sleeper?
Or Awakened?
Who are we?
We are screwed.
On a course
Of planetary genocide
The Planet will survive
We on the other hand
May not be so lucky.
The battle is a Spiritual One
And there are so many
Distractions
That our collective enemy
Has the advantage
Or so it seems.
The world wants to live
More than it wants to die
Though the lemming feel
That rushing towards a cliff
Make them feel alive and invigorated.
Who knows if we
Will come to our senses
In time?
or if I can find a way,
to share what I know.
