Tag: Adam

Pablo Do Not Make Me Laugh & Contradictions

Britain the new Guernica upon a gable end terrace, do not make me laugh Pablo, the warring table, banging Brits fighting over sausage and mash. The air raid hats sat in the corner waiting for imminent neighbour attack. Too many teens upstairs shagging dad’s string vests, drying in front of a chopped pallet fire. You can’t move for wood chickens and pigs, noisy in the back yard, oh and the 1967 three wheel truck from British Rail, we wait for the officers knock upon the front door…

Contradictions

Land of co morbid contradictions frighteningly in disagreement, drowning in a sound cacophony implying cantankerously in ensued chaos from theorists unknown behind machine faced impregnable stone drought.

 

Galactic Alphabet

Galactic alphabet from A.U.M breath slowly and in silence out breath creation, preservation, transmigration, the birth of elevator powers transmitting a new day, a new species, and then rose the sun as god of all the absolute and silent one, creeping sparking off the lords of Saturn, into some giant wheel of eternal friction.  Flowing forth and from this came the languages of lifetimes and most of them would have to fight evil on unrelenting wars on earth.

Overlay & Overplay

Overlay and overplay is what its all about now, overplayed, embellished not open to criticism anymore, that is the establishment. It is not raw or is becoming unbelievable a raw voice is required strip it all back make it plain let me hear the words again stop  running stop making it unobtainable what am talking about.

I’m talking of the simple voices that are drowned by elitist entertainment, posing, pouting, let there be silence let there be quiet reflection, a time to speak gently with concern and sincerity, of that, simplicity, that means most.  Away from the running lives that wish for a fix on the fruitless journey that can never be won.  Be still and absorb raw energy, that of silence and then becoming in absolute silence world of god.

The Alien In Your Postcode

In the twilight its time to thaw the alien in your postcode area, a directive for this mission is held when the mother ship appears at Christmas time 2021 at 2.00 am ,they will appear behind houses with large gardens, rays will come down as the mother ship hovers no more than two thousand feet above.

The Aliens wriggle and stand no more than four feet in height with white charged hearts  a glow, from there they will be summoned by the great white brotherhood to work for them at secret locations throughout the land.

Spirit Alliances

Spirit alliances before we go, desperate, as we are down here we haven’t prayed for reassurances to the alter in church. To a sky on a morbid day and wind stopping our voices, no silence is needed from the sky above, all and everything comes, the secrets to violet flames and perfect crown chakras sitting white light above our heads.

We can create our very own space ships and then we can can be spirited away and forget mortal toils and dictators who kill, at some point every generation century over century and land over land can be perfect again in silence, in peace, in restoration under the absolute. Who is more than a sun he is all universes and new places to live again.

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