I WRITE...

Traveling through dimensional portals of seeing and being

Mind is equipped with a total control of bullshit radar

No foundation while creating the stars

But beings of other dimensions do talk

In telepathy under a smoking hall of memory remittent

Under a scale of musical symphony, sparks do talk to smoke

Confusion by many mirrors and many forms

Enchant the battlefield in many tones

What’s not to like, but complain you have been taken out on your toilet seat

When beings of assassins have a laser tag on the back of your shirt

Why confuse many obstacles like money

It’s not the root of destroying all humanity

But the use of it by the number you are called upon

Lottery picker and mind bender of feelings

The fortune of unity has begun since puberty

Words of wizardry is pronounced in congruency

Vertical dimensions is new to me

But open space where time is not existent is old to me

Complicate the simplicity out of the difficulty

But it’s the only way I can escape from my own memories

I live the life of an introvert

But escaped and changed body suites to be an extravert

No separation by the descriptions I label myself

As definitions and symbols is confusion like words...

I speak in tongues and pronounced to not exist

In the mind of the empty carton hall ways

On the streets

Where I laid my brain free

Illusion followed, but shadows walked the other way

Connection with the higher source was accepted

But intermixed to understand the meaning behind the commands

Until I stand upon the mountain of Sinai

I won’t understand the calling nor my destiny

Confusion of synchronicity, but understanding the limitless creations of infinity

My mind is weirded out by the symmetry of creations

Bewitched and fallen to the ground floor

Where the meeting is made and the ties are broken

Into fragments of pointless chatter

Telepathy is our only source of communication

So did I also mention?

That we are the one of the same coin erupted by tsunami waves of ignited light…

Not darkness that circulated around your bed

But a connection with an emotional stand

Limitless bland of magical power hungry thoughts

Psychology reversed and that is the answers to GOD

Jesus stood and woke up slowly

Walked during the night and slept through the morning

His mind upheaved into unlimited space

When words of creation came to be

His eyes glisten in the tree

No point of explaining a point so vivid and true

Therefore, I continue to slaughter bubbling thoughts of negative ones

So whoever is ready to pay attention

Stand in line and open up your hands

I am coming not on a white horse

But in a body that is composed

Of poverty/honesty/peace and love…

Imagine a world of impressions of vicious reality kindness of fakeness

A word of symbology coded to project into astral travel mode

Astral sex of gravity in my mind, through dream story mode

Visions of the future and the past

Intertwined to glisten in the darkest corner of the universe

Connections of my vibration beat into a tunneling sacred history books

Connection with Pleidians is my imagination-running wickedly dangerous from me?

Voices of whispers circulate my circus of this dimension

Nerve ending experience, like virginity of Jesus

Confusion by the masses

Attacked by the enemies on a consistent bases

Bliss define the stars that fell onto my lap from heaven’s gate

Golden brown with blackness in the crowd

Words of playful cheers of universal basic understanding

No college degree will translate these words of thought

You need to attach your cortex cerebral connectivity of your third eye

Into my veins of non-existent red blood

That pours into your lap galore

Feed on the power of my energy

Cockiness binds me

Nevertheless, feelings strangle my insides

Not sure if I should speak, further on something so vivid

And confusing and dangerous

Devil and God are in bed with each other

Father and Son is the ultimate truth of life

Playing chess by the rules of the hour

Light and Dark is the creation of the source

Purity of infinity of consciousness re-awoken to ignite the crowd of zombies

Party mode scene

Is in the mind of a creator

Become the commander and the dominating force of your own reality

With one bite, the mind comes back from from REM sleep…

Caught up in mind control system of an Old Empire

Betrayed by the limitless growth of our immortal spiritual soul

Nothing but holding cell for our soul is here on this planet earth

All of us are here controlled by a system of illusions

You cannot see us, being taken by the system.

Nevertheless, it is here and spreading faster than salmonella!

Confusion of the masses and mind control of our souls is for the taken

Aliens of other dimensions and other star systems are here to guide us

Systems of Domain Expeditionary Forces are here to give us some answers

Alien contact is here for the taken

Afraid of the fact of not knowing, but wanting to hear some answers

A little bit of our true history is here to save us!

Immortal spiritual souls we are

No more confusion in the system of old

In we come with the new understanding and a new decoding!

No more being held back, by the Old Empire!

Connect with yourself and understand that you might be lost…

But realize that with realization of who you are

Is what you need to find out quickly

Because once you escape the prison cell, you become a free spiritual immortal soul

If one can reach into the reptilian side of the brain of chemistry

One can achieve the possible from the impossible

The society keeps feeding us bullshit of immense proportions!

Keep asking who you are!

Where you come from!

And where you are going!

And keep being silent in your study area

The answers will come blasting through your third eye view very soon!

Confusion of picking the proper corner stone visions

Invasion in the mind of our Dream State

Local understanding pure off the illusion of story mode indecisiveness

Perplexing the mind to hide from feeling, love everlasting

Purity underneath the breath of the dying

People fear the unknown

Behaving as animals, but why question their motives?

Our spiritual journey is different on every Dimension!

No need to criticize or even be a judge in their life

As we live by the natural laws of God’s lectures

Ignore these rules and things will happen like, Karma

Give out and get something back a hundredfold

I say mind is the key to open up the treasure

Hidden behind the developing Mind/Body and Spirit

Compassion of unity undeceiving, but fleeting

Our fear is to find all the answers

When one is on the deathbed one fears the shame of not waking back up

Hence, they continue to move in circular rotations of the clocks

Hoping to gain their time back

The lost of the Mind

The lost of the Design

By the Mind/Body and Spirit of Four 1111’s

I depend on the embedded codes of Sacred Geometry

To open at least a crack in the window

So that I could put my foot out and connect

To the hypercube of not even or even 11 dimensions

Something went wrong in this laboratory of experiments

The hyperactive dimensional being of visions

By losing touch of seeing and breathing

Things were there before, but I lost all my five senses

Interconnected to connect to the outer designed space

Of my own blissful taste

Therefore, I leave for another density in grace

Off words that are Symbology of non-existing here

Or Anywhere….

Words of the gifted/

Lyrics of the deafness/

Sounds of the mystic/

Feelings with some kind of pleasure/

Unity divided, meaning inclined/

What words are glistened in a tone of vertebrae?

When pleasure is seeped through the veins of the drug lord?

When dying is for sure, but love is defined with not one bite,

Confusion in the words I put on paper,

Only a few can see the message, the code is embedded and strangled to give life a meaning/

But purity of pleasures is not what I’m giving, so choose your own path, instead of

Looking into all kinds of facts,

Cuz control of symmetry and horizontal visions are extracted/

Through my meditation mode of not being here, but being everywhere,

Cuz as much as this, is an illusion these words are non-existent in all this form...

Unkindness of the love given to me in wrappings

Confused and beat up from all the fighting’s that surround us

Understanding nothing and trying to find something in the nothing

Is as dangerous as breathing the burning flames from Gulf of Mexico

Unbearable moments of loneliness bind me

Memories of complexity of happiness of peace and anger

Nothing sacred left for me to savior

As before when it first began, beauty for you glistened in my eyes

That burning light is burning less and less in my heart

Tears burn into a concrete grown as thousands steps I took for a better tomorrow

But all that is left are empty foot prints in the sand

As the ocean, waves took them inside her self

When they came in, nothing was brought back out

I shed more tears of pain

And I continue going insane

How do I stay grounded and tame myself to feel something more

When the temperature is below zero evermore?

 

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Basic foundation outlined in lighting storm

Stars spat fire that blazed through satire

Society will change the feelings of life

Eyes will burn into the skull of the dying

Apart from the scenery the bodies will fall

Cold and dark creeps into your eye view

So pieces of compassion is brought underneath my windowsill

I fell down upon my knees and pray to I AM…

As confusion will last but understandings will surpass…

Into emotions of gravity and feelings of flattery

Battle is within; the outside is an illusion of memory

Understanding is long term, but love is a bit closer home

Visions are impaired when hatred is everywhere

But wisdom of power is quicker than a bate of cheese for a mice

Cat plays a game of trickery

But I outwit his steps by the power of infinity

No confusion of power-ups in this symmetry

Up heave the battle with myself as elementary stance of grace,
In-tuned to the waves of passion, ignited by the banded tone of sounds/
Love of kindness shined, through my window, without a word of formless mystic,
Twisted into my view, so I paid attention without a clue,
I just knew,
The truth that came into my consciousness,
Because when you do not pay attention, that is when it attacks the corner of your eyes,
The battle is not within you, but as much as outside, the emotional feelings of not paying/

Burn the sensation into a view of yesterdays

Blaze through the sunglasses of rainbow greys

Satisfy the curiosity of a cross - legged position

Ancients will question your motivation in this art form

They will rewind the clocks of not existing

Praise the God's name in vain

And then put your hands up into the sky

 

Let the fire burn from top of your head to your feet

Vicious burns around your eyes will likely turn red

Your emotions arise, but feelings subside

What is one to do, but question our understanding?

Psychology of conclusions cannot be reached

What are you to do, but sit in Zazen form…

 

A tone of voice appears out of nothingness

Heart skips beats of missing a connection with God

Turn another cheek and follow the stars

If you miss this opportunity to engage

What will the outcome be?

Will you reach the destination of nothingness?

A mind of viciousness is not a pre-determined state of consciousness...

Purity of the mind is an endless path of no path...
Kindness is in the system of just being...
Being is a non-formless non-existent mystery...
Let go of the mind and you will gain a glimpse into reality.... (LB)

Pleasure of animation

Purity of happiness

Is

Beaming through the window of plenty

Energy sweeps into my hazel brown eyes

Of great abundance of beauty

Feelings of fullness

Peace of tranquility

Bliss of thoughtful conversations

As I sit by the beach

And unwind

Let the waves hit the ending of my spine

So cerebral fantasy is re-awoken

So my mind is provoked to continue to be in paradise mode

Of love and unity

Feelings are trapped with memories of a better tomorrow

Where I can be in harmony with the stars

From now on I live in the moment of only now's

Never in the future nor the past

The real satisfaction is to watch the ocean waves

Hit the shores of life

Into an existence of my skippin’ beating, heart…