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The Year 2096 & What A Strange Saying

The year 2096, on planet earth much had changed the ring pass knot surrounding earth commonly known as the ozone layer had eroded the god that is the sun which was strong and more punishing than ever.

Skin cancer had become the epidemic of the times, crop failure and death by shrivelling heat had left millions of humans as husks upon the barren ground, earth population had diminished to the merest of millions. Even the sea looked like the surface of mars.

Those who survived on high or in caves in India had concentrated their efforts upon perfection and preservation for what was to become known as the pineal gland bank, thousands of preserved pineal gland’s catalogued in small specialised containers frozen ready for the coming days of transmitting and transmigration to transmit the knowing to the greater light in another life stream.

At Two Forty Five.

Very densely alone under the upturned ocean that is the sky, our minds eye what a strange saying. But how real is it, to be two eyes to a mind and clouds of the now, before and after. But beyond is the inner eye, another universe and more than man can see with two eyes open. Go to sleep, for this measure in breath involution and out breath, go back in then beyond limitation to what will become more than this life a soul beyond spirit and more and more than can be seen through cloud gaps at two forty five in the afternoon.

In Breathing Out Breathing

Early morning all over the world at different awakenings, the appearance of sun alights so close to the ground, chunks of golden flames, trillions of lashing atomic tongues all of its own violation given, thrown forth to a universe the dawn of universal life force from which all forms and inspiration continue to evolve. Till we as ashes that we become are drawn back to the sun to be cast upon golden beaches as grains of moving sand changed by the moon and tide .

Chairman Mason Cult Says

Have you ever thought that the population of earth has been infiltrated by another entity, from the crowded sky came the disturbing air that changes our breathing and health, at an instant the sweaty warming container of daily life, it is like the worst tinnitus you could imagine that never goes away, my sensory system has the ability to evaluate what others cannot.

But does anyone believe that the changes are so great that millions become angry and populations expand and explode to the level that existence, is no longer tolerable will it be war that brings the old human model down or the proliferation of disease and why do politicians now of a seemingly impregnable elite hide behind a high wall, as there demonic totalitarian policies run amok in the poorest of areas .

There are new models of alien life already here on earth they look like you and me and they live next door I am mason cult the warrior poet I am here for awhile until I choose my ship before the world as we know it destructs then I will move on down the molecular chain, choice of me not of heaven, I am now entering a new world within breathing and breathing anew mighty creation preservation. Transmigration and on we go a brave new world.

It Fits So Perfect

It fits so perfect you wouldn’t know it was there, what indeed am I talking about, you wouldn’t have a clue. So why are you here in the middle of this ancient forest awake more than ever. Are you possibly aware that you are not alone if there was to be others in here within, then the average guess would be that they fit perfectly and you may not see them.

But what am I doing wrong that I can’t see them today. I know that they are devils and you will not see them until most suddenly they detach themselves from whatever shape they mimic.

Be it a tree, a bush, tree root or leaves it is not your imagination, if you witness this you might be a little speechless as they will not speak to you. For they have no reason to do so. You will never talk to them they are here forever they blow in any wind, move with the flash of lightening on a storm driven night. Come go seamless as they are perfect sexless, sinless, free from you and me. A child’s dream for they are small with features beyond your call, not a dream but comforters for real they are part of my family so strong. I respected them so they took me in, they are my enchantment for I am with thee in epic device. devic woodland kingdoms where no kings or Queens shall rule over thee.

The Lonely Boy & All Purity Gone.

The lonely boy who has no fear pigeon post upon a windows ledge, pitched message in a tiny scroll, tied it…a sash window opens, a hand reaches out, a minute message rolls out it says look up my child unto the infinities.

I have answers to your worries on a worldly scale it says, cast all aside and part the clouds, come to me on high. I will pull you through from thoughts of despair to repair the damage of man in his demonic days.

I will set you free in a million golden sunflowers pointing to our life gods sun in aura to be blessed and healed away from harm and condemnation, to radiate within a joy you’ve never felt so far. I will hold you and there will be know more fear within in the loving benevolence of the one truth I give you now for all the love you have missed.

All Purity Gone

All purity gone don’t run away it won’t catch up anytime soon harbour ropes cut your drifting in wide open sea in your wooden raft no compass now barely a wind to cast you to shore sun beams into your core only a shoreline will save your soul in a sea of wrath.