You send truth and light and whatever the darkness of the constant world, held for us in suspension of magnetised aura, all air to be purified of man’s misdeeds forthwith will that day appear. In a surprise beyond thought in a velocity bound white light of almost blinding intensity, the realisation of the once sensed but largely unknown to be revealed.
When Terra crisis loomed and terror and constant death was ever present to henceforth bring peace with God and the jewels of unstoppable sunshine under guidance of God under the seal and stratospheric of protection, to re-enact at zero one with the emergence of a new dawn that brought affirmation that all would be cleansed and renewed.
When the East wakes up a darker cloud will depend, it’s something in the air heat and dust with deprivation and bone crushing political religious doctrine and ironclad dictatorship. THE WEST is still indulging in a technology nirvana and preferred delusion to metaphysical facts, drowning in a sea of meaningless visual filth cheapened by media.
As all populations rise the spread of panic will alight humans need to disperse from condensed types of cluster living, in real terms, we occupy little space in relation to the magnitude of mother earth, but have doomed ways of living in buildings high enough to touch cloud bases, the rest is congested cities an unequal arrangement of dependencies and the meaning of life cheaper by the day.
The more that religious fires are stoked the more religious fire spreads, in multifaceted ways and not always the peace for which we know to be elusive. Tied up in a jungle of words in life that upon death equates to sand unless the legacies of wise words and deeds are heeded, but never the less no human should live and for no reason to be proffered forth, would deny spiritual survival and the comfort of eternal truths now locked in mystery as of these present moments in time no one should live for no reason.
That means to say that whatever is making death so prevalent does not at this point in our evolution does not indicate an all loving benevolent God (entity), so I conclude much darker forces at work and much mission bound pro action through individuals who spread divine light.
Indeterminate coincidences in never ending time a continuum of fear and pain with a moving light no one can reach, only in words uttered and written by passing doom mongers in there spans of life politics is a description and prophecy of burning dark doom. As the conspiracy in completion society and ideologies of control destroy innocence and kindness replaced by constant twitches of the nervous insecurities within driven by control dogma from the conduits of protected educational elite puppeteers.
Fast we glided supernatural over black rippling black shiny crystals of an undulating mass. Hundreds of feet above appeared the black crystal mass frozen water thousands of feet deep
where structure alighted. This pulsing mass pushed into the corners of medieval stone blocks, my companion and I revoked our avian flight and crash landed to the ground bouncing off the medieval stone blocks of this fortress, unknown black frozen crystal waters
escaped draining through gaps in the windowless innards of oppression. Below my companion and I rode this slow grindy pulse mass on into a drained courtyard the mass dissipating in a conical vortex. We stood upright a trap door opened we cascaded spiralling
to the depths, bouncing from the sides of this black stone vision of hell, flickering animal oil lamps sizzling and glowing on the walls. thud…we stopped, we managed to raise ourselves to our feet naked maidens with gold chains around midriffs greeted
us in a fashion, they guided us with torches cutting shadows, through black dripping tunnels to a master chamber, where a tall mistress of this darkness sat in her crooked alter chair. Were we going to awake from this pit of erotic hell surely this was only Tuesday another bland day.
Do you remember crying in your beer for a dead star you thought you might know today. Do you cry for a celebrity who brings no joy, never makes you happy, but somehow does the business, whilst I sit with my ugly self-imposed version of doom
