But on decadence they live to rule but pick pocketed there will be nought but a thing to hide, so we become under white light as equals. The rich and poor alike feeding on pulse of erratic vibration, kaleidoscope in cosmic frenzy, to initiate new man and women the rule of the meek in countries of avoiding a disjointed world waiting for the parting of earth, sky and a shaft of light to the hidden redundant pyramid 4000 years old.
Tag: MILITARY
Oh Man of the Wood.
Oh man of the wood where can I be laid to rest within the fibre of that tree to be as one in mass to your eternal vibration in energy and unseen Wisdom do I now dwell hidden from all that ever did hurt me in physical form I am now with the leaf touching the energy of eternal sunlight.
Are We Lost
As said by Mason Cult holding court down his local pub.
Many have lost the spiritual connection even outside any religion or doctrine one may have been raised with churches that have hierarchy that can alienate many who would be so called Christians. So many turn to the cosmos and think long and hard laying down in the grass looking up to the vast cosmic factory never idle always busy, new stars new galaxies, new habitable planets . How can we be stuck in this evil political dogmatic rhetoric that serves to derail many aspects that would otherwise help harmonise the races and cultures, instead of constantly creating nationalism . The voices of the poor need to be heard wherever they may be and not controlled by a multi party political class who just wish to protect vested interests there interest will only last an allotted time and their souls in time will be replaced by poor souls some of whom are chosen through the Adept Masters, who are poised to save and steer the soul of millions upon planet earth.
English Suntan
Big tits and beaches sand in the creases, bodies cooking in a summer sun, living meat upon the shoreline. Shopping the vanity, cooking the human, what is this worship about why is it healthy to spit roast oneself, any marks out of ten for the decadent English suntan.
Adversity
Out of adversity I shone in shimmering forms of defiance the abandoned cliques I left behind the heart stopped and the heart felt nothing a spirit whisper strives away and cleansed me as I left