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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.

A Thousand People & Mesmerise

A thousand people in one room morphing in transmigration, a thousand faces coming and going spinning energising pulled from the vortex of the chakra all fleeting stepping up and on differing plains of existence fast moving dispersal to the halls of judgement and Akashic records to discover where we are bound for next.

Message to discarnate forces why would one float alone with an absence of family we are told we die alone, but to whom or what do we belong, as only those left, the current living miss one the most. So why are you alone in the hall of reckoning waiting to read the Akashic records waiting for rebirth in a lonely place upon a wavelength of karmic pattern.

Mesmerise

Mesmerise all that drama in a magazine with colours so bright it comes to life on a coffee ? table near you, vibrant above your daily drab it calls you, its all makeup and fizz. collect them for colour and kaleidoscope rainbow of personal drama…

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.