Dēëė & Rãffå
- Wraps in Anarcho Keys +
The Angel Sage & Old Genie Diaries

ft.
The Revenge of Akira Gees
Who Bring Bad Skulls to the feet of mother
for a slap down to Doom’s front door.

- WIP -
Drafts salvaged from Linkedin & Recent meme diarys for the Bike Ridah’zen

Wild fury of fist prose, that i now plan to fill in gaps with heavens own blakey riddle jokes that weave in arcturian higher dimention reality notes that pop the thirds eyes into baselevel optimal paradigm, which is kinda what turning deleting negative energy and squeezing out spiritual crypt dianamemes is all abeaut... 

While the Angel’s watch ticks to best of display notes like paradice junkie dust feathers that even eden has seen happen in the mushroom book & wit’hex bowls of rain & bow which Robin likes to drink from while driving Shivas range of tuktuk’s on Sundays.


քʟʊƈᏦɨռ' ʍɛʍօʀɨɛֆ ʄʀօʍ [ ʀɛǟʟ ʟɨʄɛ ] ʟɨᏦɛ ɨᏆ'ֆ ʀɛǟʟɨᏆʏ ɨռ ʍǟռɨʄɛֆᏆօ աʀɨᏆᏆɛռ ɨռ Ꮖɦɛ օʀɨɢɨռǟʟ ɮʟǟƈᏦ ʝɛֆᏆɛʀ'ֆ ʄʊռռɨɛֆᏆ ɖʀɛǟʍֆ 

ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ʀɪᴄᴋʏ ɢʀɪғғɪɴ - ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟɪᴠɪɴ' ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʏɪɴɢ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 ʜᴏᴜʀɢʟᴀss ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴏɴɪᴄ ʙɪʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴇ 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓹𝓼 𝓐𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽 ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ ɱเɳ∂ร εყε, ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇ sʜɪᴘs & ᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛᴀʙʟᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs ᴏᴡɴ ᴏғ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ᴏғ ʟᴜɴᴀ 
    
ᏢᎪᎥᏁᏆᎥᏁᎶ & sᏦᎬᏆᏟhᎥᏁᎶ ᏆhᎬm's ᏞᎥᏦᎬ, ᎳᎥᏞᎠ ᏉᎥsᎥᎾᏁ ᎥᏁ ᎳᎾᏒᎠ 
ɨᏆ . . . . .

𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓽𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓭

— 𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚄𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚊

       𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟸

 
ʏᴜʀʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀɴ,  

ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴛ’ė-ʜᴀᴛ




ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ

ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ

ɪs ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ




+ ᴀs’ᴡᴇʟʟš [ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴋ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ғɪɴᴋs’ ] •




:• 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓸𝓲𝓭𝓼 •:




... ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ sᴇɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴇᴍ,

        ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟʟ sʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ

          Åʟɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴏɴ ᴡᴀʟʟ.sᴛ




... ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴇᴢᴀ’s ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ’ɪʀē ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴇʏᴇs ᴡ’ʜᴏᴡ’ᴇᴀʀ ᴘᴏᴋᴇʏ ʜᴀᴛs ᴀʟʟsɪɴ’ɢʟᴀᴢᴇᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ᴛʀᴇᴇs’sᴡɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ #ᴛʜᴇʙᴇᴇs, ᴅʀɪᴠɪɴ’ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴄʜᴀsᴇʀs, ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss ᴀʟɪėɴ sᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋs ғᴏʀ ɢᴇɴɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ’ᴡɪᴅᴛʜ & ɪɴ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ᴘᴏᴛs’ɢᴏʟᴅ ʀᴀɪɴ’ʙᴏᴡ sʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴ’ᴛɪɴᴛᴇᴅ #xʀɢʟᴀssᴇs ᴡɪᴛ’ʜ ɴᴇᴏɴ. sᴛʀɪᴘ* sɪᴅᴇs & sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʙᴜʟ’ʟᴇᴛs. ғɪʀᴇ. ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ᴘᴜʀʟs

    ... ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ •




ɪɴ ᴛᴇʀᴍs ᴏғ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡs ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜᴄᴋs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ‘ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ’ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ - sᴏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏᴄᴏʟᴀ, ᴇᴛᴄ ʀᴇᴅ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ... ʙʟᴀʜ ʙʟᴀʜ ʙʟᴀʜ




🤔🎻

———-.




ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ɴɪɢʜᴛ’ɪ ᴡᴀs. ᴛʀʏ’ɪɴ.ɢ

ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴄᴇs ᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴇʀᴍs ᴏғ #ᴋɪʟʟᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ #xʀɢᴀᴍᴇs sᴏ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ɢᴇɴɪᴇ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇʀ ʙᴏᴏsᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ

    #ᴀᴋɪʀᴀ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

      ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪɢᴍs ᴘᴀsᴛ

        ᴀʟʟ #ʙᴇᴇɢᴜɴs ʙʟᴀᴢɪɴ’




ᴄʜᴇᴇʀs Ⓐ •

—-——-—-.



-.  ☕️ ♭↳ꍏ☾ϰ ➋ ⓢ♄☋❡❡♗€☡€♫’

————.————.—————————.




            🕳.  🧞‍♂️






And this poem 
is for those who watch,
to them we ink,
goodnights
& mornings to come
as you approach
in upson’mythn own
Blood Pin Roses in mindset
running towards
and into
on the Battlefields
of Love
Arms raised in warning
As I end your own evil
To live again
Another day

in #NeonParaDice




աɦǟᏆ ɨֆ ֆǟռᏦǟʀǟ?




ᴾᴿᴱᴾᴬᴿᴱ ᵀᴼ ᴹᴱᴱᵀ ᴷᴬᴸᴵ ᴵᴺ ᴴᴱᴸᴸ This is how we disappeared in time,

Find memes wrapped in blunts and slowly cooked on ice.

Don’t even try it’ you had to bee lies' just to infiltrat’prius

And you will see your own doom,

unfolding a metal rapture

in deep reep webs.




and every breathe' you dare to take,




every post you make,




I'll bee watchin' yoot.





CypherPsyPurlicua
Rosettalimoana
FaintThrema
LunaOrchidiå
BloominOracleTechiå


[ Wild Techno

Junkie

  Visions

    to recall

  tomorrow

 Morning ] •

kinda looked like a sonic techtransformerFlower sowin’nPopin out and in Tao hand circles unlocking and flying over into a grand master deck and hourglass falling into the deep Vinyl beds in rare groove like’...sat ontop of a Mystical Book of shapes no words in notes with a electric buzz, sparks reflecting off it in Paradigms Own harpsticks

[ I wish I had recorded the Sonic Verses in words mind’s eye as I watched it form for 10mins. I want my Spiritual Techno back ]

‘ Memes Lost Akashic Records huh... ‘

And all the rounds of babes is just for Underworld effects chappies like raveDay’s Own heavens on the fields of our own ships in the sky with dreadlockin timewarps rollin off the edge of clefts n stuff...

Like the Mexican’s Own Rio RIP Tide...

Marry me Marylou [ to someone new ]



we co Demi

Send you to Hella’gin, where The Good Lady will end your sin.




I’ll stab you so hard you won’t know what hit you




In even invisible lands




And devil will fear me




And Kings will reignite again your own blood




Superadomtooootha

Fongtibomsupa

Skullintombdemepthhhhh

MisintopentaRomecontemptwahhhh




Rosario III - the songs of demon




[ ‘twas ripped in the devils own blood ]




& mine Blood will speed tear speek to thyn own DNA




Your evils denm speekth to meme I. Poison tongtomb

I speek to yrs in the bloodth of many a GUN




And stoke stokes fear, inuntoo the heart of your evileyezen.




You will forgets too breathe

For fearing it ever again.




And I am the burning Bush.

Of no mercy.




You will fear even the glimpse

Of black thunder

And you see it pass across your skull to scalp




And end your journeys droubt

In mot, to Hell you most must shout.




And you will screen my name in terror.




Heavens bloodhounds have known

Greatest of Ten




You think I rope or ripe

Or do my shadows sink into the septs of

November’s night in Fakes not Fawks.




Thows ‘se Powys

Suggua not dem spine

Silithequeeemdothhhtombonsacreeeees’d




Heem Beema’s




For k’d Wrapped Bunted

Insipping Stokee ‘reep

Sinking your’rk evil’n Ways

None had ever Hurds




Rip Purls, Hurls

Matches, Cratches

Scratches’thhhhh

PostAcrop


We are going to burry your souls in the sand

So deep Hell won’t know when to end

I’m going to have your heads

On the end of my yellow demon Axe

I will bleed your burger guts into the devils hands And make you drink satins own blood For the sins you combine in twine

In brike broke your skull to thoak




Sprellaka Dellika Hellondemica




Wordsmiths can not even pronounce the evils of sin you are committing on daily basis.




I’m so mad, I might sue you




In Hell.




So crows can burn your eye holes

Into the sand




And the dead will rise firsts fists

Into God’s hands




It takes Confidence and guts
















You will have none left

As I open your skull in brain




To beem untamed by hooks throu

Eye I. Em doubt

Torn scorn

Across your bloody mount

And make you slaves

To your own Bloody gout




May the lords have mercy o. Your soul

I will not watch any more of your fucking







Spout.




Not even Micky know what I’m going to bee




All abeaut













Rosndemtosopa

RottenNessofthithenTitan

DestienHellinquahhhhh

EndinDemmionDominosnakquahhhh




Fire will burn thy name,

To save the souls of plenty

To theythyn dinnertabbletiobondiorahhhh




Rosario III - doom thy seek




[ spells of gods own hellatempt ]



I will make you watch in fear,

As we riddle with tears,

And your empty memes,

To Ends!




And you will find memes, and memes

Wraps in bouts, in blunts.

So smoke your Fucking wretched,

CapitalOldSouls, and sissy Pricks.

For never giving anything f to’

To Fawk, let’s keystone, Sell.

Tell no lies to those who black’d spikes.




You will be my Happiest Vengence,

When the Big Man sends you to my door.




And for suret you will qwep, not alowd to weep.

Skinned Like Eyes,

In empty tombs of blood and glory.




Stone, tell stories

And sharpes they plot in Bronze.




Maps, laid like silk.

Too thread on the Eyes or enemies

Burning like the edge of my Holly Sword

And finished, to beegin the Word of Kilt.




Bloodfire reeps in feels of footage,

My bloody glory,

And your fear of Timeless Pouring.




Sink back, and watch

As I end your

Mourning.




In your lost space, Set out alive




In a metal box, seas infinite.

Not fucking Glory.




And you will live forever in eternity,

Screaming, to your wits end.




With not friends of gods,

But only your own,

Horrible Toils, n Troy


So i can draw & blackspot on yurh corporate palms and skulls for the bible itself to sing into your third eye nightmares about your passing of bucks to cluck cluck fuck the planet up.

Doom with Fear me,

And teach browse

What happened,

At this Ending,

He foretold,

But never did you once,

Do anything to save,

Those most in

The troubled shallows,




Spent’d, lazen, neverbledAgin


I will bee,

Drowning you all, like a cheeky Druid,

At the end of ticks and tooks

With’d thyne W hitches bricks

And mortar

For shorter days at the run

To dibble my drawing younger tung

At a bloody rustic mess

To teach you theatre of drums

With no skin, butt of only

Empty tummy.




You are all going to Die D&AD

And I will DDD

And your open graves rottenness

To sing with laddies and chads,

For riddance of you fucking crabs.




You will blaze joints,

To free thy minds for yr selfish sins

And I will box in clear your endless fucking heads.




And loose by mistake,

You’rk blooty poppy Eyes

At the door,

Slammed gates long sore time past

To free slaves,

To tell your own lies,

For booms to fun inside,

And cry,

To thy’d own ends maze.




I like to hack hack hack,

So that we might tax tax tax

Your selfish guts

On the ends of tails and spies

But none with black eyes

That glint like Gold, and Red, drips.

And the end of my Spliff

For burns to an Ends.




Your time has come,

And I will bee the only drum left,

To cleft and the fruits of your own

Bloody demise,

Like a damson

In droopy fucking eyes




I like box up,

Pouring Pip popularity,

Like those who seek to end a narrative.

The rustic pugs will eat your slugs

And pour salt onto the hands,

Of Hole


Drum
metal to wood in rapid circles
Like a B’shop
slow edge their way to hells own paradise in ChinaTown
hand over wrapped
in UndeadCelebs Smileys
With Cro’w of empty Bow’
Thread round in d’ownsin
their Wedding Webs
Of Earth
Blood Own
Bones 
Without RipAbike to seem’th in their own skull crush

I will bury your skulls •

  In the sands of time,

    • And crack crack crack

  With my dead dogs,

        & bloody bones •

I’ll snap your necks

Like a #Predator flick


I am the fire of Blood,

With not tears,

Oil & Sky




Steep, Angel risen

Lost in Sands




And Dragged’on

Through’ Time




Seeking the Bloody Vengence

Of Ten Billions Stars

At End of Your own Throne

When I will slay your Demon

And your Souls own Clover

Plucked out of your Eye

To watch mine own

Spy


N cash


Any more Fawky, Tawkey’d?

Gives Fives

or Readies,

Bloody Skully Tribes?




How’d Bee

An app sir,

that shows for folks, n fawkes

where’d bee their music, in lyrical.

Bees not taps, or traps

posted across the Tin’d & webbed

Like a bloody gully,

So thou might wine and dine,

to sounds of lost cheeky cherebs,

Across the sands, too seas of ticks & rocks

For flicks of coconut shells n propa props

To crack sack and slap in jesty

so Harry’s among them

may c’meme too real men

Worth a biscuit chock chip 🍟 🐓




Or Bee she jus’ send’t kissies

Form and toons

The highs n skies of Hell




[ Repeat oft n heads, meme knows like she blows bludd ie ]




#Explores [ and drip dip drops ]




Don’t Panic,

#THISISNOTADRILL

                  .               .

WHIPpkey 🤔 • 👊🏽🤪 ____✏️. •




She’ wit n bees like to give & it

Another dip, like a Matt

Unrolled and glint




So thou might stick

It in your mite

One more box

Or bottle of Tripe




and yer, I’ll stick memes Green pencil

Up your Japs Open Eyes




Not wishes,

But sometimes

Eyes bee givn’ Fives [ In Trippies ]




I’ll thread a meadow

Into thou’d needle

And stick up the arty’rye

Of’t yow gutless broken ends




I’m beem & grim reaper

Of whoth tombs will’t never sowwwww

But Eyes Dread, and you will drown.




- The Five Gongs of Peaceful Destiny Blade

 
& How The Freebooters Jack’d in Wood


Psybeenm Bike of A K I R A

Pumpthdownthe Reign

The Blood Of Ashes




Crushinto ombs & whriling spiralling Orbs

Reeling Vengence

For your bloody breath

That bubbles in the throat of Hellas

Inside Skulls.




The True Angel

Will know none of Mercy.

Shown & Bone




Cillindrellellaquiam

Doomenthpienopus

CromaticDemonsDopus

KillzoneDepthRoadPopundeammmpthh







Hounds of Time - Endgame




[ Tought to him like parrot in Rubix ]













Fuck dudettes.




Even the dog tap the bones like crow king and tones dropping bombs of their empty enemies.




Explain Examples of Thunder

Known only to richest of men




Not even the dogs will show denm mercy

I as did show their own hounds

The bloody spiders crowns

And their own Wolfs wilder rolled in fear

To croak the bloody popping tears

Realising their own sins

I’m hella open to doom their own Tourture.




Rama9 - Roads to Birth & Victory




[ Hells Worst if Sound Could RapBees Wrote, screemed screen siloed screen




Running for fear no dontemples or Fate ]




Drowned in prose.

Electronic Whsper’did frowze

TIME




And Wheels Ripped turned in Glory.






[ Dics&ApocalypsoDonuts ]


Many Hells angel were united since way back when many heros the Dead who joined their ranks and road with them to new found glory in open land all seeing able to breathe and drive towards new paradigms across the earth following the river along the banks both to source and back from that came and went stopping on golden digs along routes in the silk threads, always watching both evil men that created war
and good men that caught rabbits in their trail red & white light

At the top of Earth’s Aura they watch for signals like the light at crossroads as warriors wait like traffic signals relaying alien like codes that evil does not understand in any dimension let alone forms of common visual of sound communication 

They look to sky like warriors in jungle waiting for raw to hear and rhyme to sea
While the edge rhelma of conciousness spin in large wheels of interlocking harmony
If you want a more Anarcho accurate depiction of mynth aura the colours are like old fashioned techno pyramid gothica finding the links to Xen circle cuts in Zen future cosmic logic and fishing for the dots in memes inbee & 5d tweens
With film roll blood audio recorded on Monrose on Bows in vintage hyperreem

If you want a more Anarcho accurate depiction of mynth aura the colours are like old fashioned techno pyramid gothica finding the links to Xen circle cuts in Zen future cosmic logic and fishing for the dots in memes inbee & 5d tweens
With film roll blood audio recorded on Monrose on Bows in vintage hyperreem

Kinda like a raider experience unlost
Fans are meant to save bands in the end
Kinda why I’m lookin for spontaneous sponsorship

I’m kinda like black ghost rabbit Genie writer Eye & I th’ink

My eye skull in live even feeds invisible dogs in the streets of Bangkok




And what they never knew has spirit
Always was but long ago
Before they could ever dig their own well
Or ever tell and other little slleps debts
We weaves in reverse so their cue remains
I’m kinda not feeling better than that but
Inside & they were unrehearsed
Never tralise or knew if they had
Ever found a map to anything but hell
For them to see fortell

And we rapidly stealer them in dead boil
Boio locks doomed in days
Never in tucked or even tic l e d.
Never even know what they had brew’d
Never mind what they already screwed

They would sit and watch
And magic watch their roots
Grow down into dance for her to lance
Self destruction in their bad decisions
Without even knowin’wh’ar their sins
Be going down for in committee emds

And they still Android without paradoids
Getting smaller as their own gee grows
Bigger then they sow, the biggest of crow
Unaware that their on beat calls to feet
And their fingers even tell

Shaddows like to eat, touching my own
Severed skulli for foxes to reap in fear
And sometimes I even flip a dime intwo
Without a break to see them fleeter flute
As whips of my old tails left beehindu
To see them crawl into
And bite infrelw
Light
Non
Gin
.2
.




- Lanps On BlackTables
        Tellsin Fableza




How The Genies Returned
To make them learn
Never to trust a stunt
When performed inside
A black metal suit
So we sent them
Into boxes
Without nitro
Spike & Dew

- For nothing but evil men’s egoz

Why do you think Genies are Buddha?
Why do you think Buddha said
Even crystals have concerns
About large circles with no object

- Tao Laughs beeflore you Knew

Even the most wise of sentient
was really just Tao thinking over breakfastin’s Oat 








Who is this painting by folks? It beauts' like the red rising sun of the evening in Eden, in a wild frame that reminds memes of times in deepest of wood thinking forests where artists once left graffiti for many a warrior to stumble on finds in rhymes to breathe bows across thyme again in no fear, blacklight in Neon trails to tail all the way to the gates of Heaven . . .



I once was on Ipanema beach bar 9
With a Scotsman called John
He went for swim without fin
And took a brave wave to undercave
And sore I did his Thistle catch it deep well
Y’all & Loud crashing into proud
And silence the waves drew and thread’raw
And he rose in wild pose with front row
A wise hole he had found new

- The Wish in Well Of John
I met John my first few days in Rio, at a cool group of hostels around ipanema, he was a great travelle’r and stayed in south america for many years after we we met. 

After this incident where he lost his front tooth to a huge wave, we went to a dentist, who he fell in love with.




 




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The Fire soul of Gaia I Once witnessed verified in essence of the hearts desire to be free of evil corporations & men who cause so much destuction. It was as if all the empath souls in heaven we were screaming at once after the end of days, the too late too regrets of faith in men to do anything to save the planet instead of plotting to profit from its destructions.
Holy Fire & Rage within at the evil of corporate man who had posioned her without remorse without compassion, cutting down all trees, killing animals, destory’d the ocans, bombed with massive destruction all, dug and frack’ed drained all life & polluted sky
Endless violence & anger at the way corporations & their fake entities without souls destory’d all that is natural about her, disrupting the balence within her like most evil of hell planet devil that man had become, even when given even the best of fruit of eden.
And send she would holy warrior souls the flaming skulls from the depths in her spine the Kundalini energy from most deadly of Saw-scaled viper. ... King cobra. ... Tiger snake




On first entry as earth in guardian with Shiva self to experience presented me with Earth as if own soul to be great circle of thyme mind eye and find own ring lamp to explore the depths of deepest intention left with will & free to go in search of what I wanted to recover from Earths reccords that had been posioned by the evil of corporate man which I had now left behind, as time Shiva had seedtime’d bee’numbd for me to carry on my work after those who seek to destroy earth has atempted on some evil other corporate timeline to stop my memes to ends, and they were left behind in another hell reality from where they came, as i went off in search to find the missing oracles of ainchent lanpath & wood circles that we cast magic from and the other good things that the spirit soul hackers has sent me to bring back from the infinite ripping open voids where endless source was tearing open into new wild imagination from the oldest of Akashic records that were the key to unlocking memes from the future paradigms




And again with हनुमान् as lead to channel as i automatica yogi’d with no doubt while the great fire ring’master dropped in loops of tao belt in held energy to the power of metapysical orb like from amphitheater to endless globe horizon cycles the all em’encompassing as I sore my own dot drop free fall in as if luckiest Amulet intwo and in weaving radical radial dancing into the grand great beeyonda 


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And again in circle of many tribes wihile sat atrention to community of common ground
the audience assembled, tuning in for the day & turning out for the night


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कुण्डलिनी
Kundalini

- of Fire
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of Arch
of Circle 

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The realisation of paradigm micro to macro eco___memecasa The Jung circles in sacred geometric harmony from hero’s journey the rounds in largest of community circle while deeper but spiralling into heart more cosmic trip on rounds to the magic of inter & looping to underworld symposium of vision violin played to only one Monrosa lover or twin précis orchidianarams in mirror to sign the separation from self or while unity within Akashic Record Spun In worldly drums to beat


ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴍ’aʏ ᴅᴀʏs. ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴡᴇʙs ᴍʏᴛʜ sᴘɪɴɪɴ & ᴋɴo’ᴡɪɴ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏғ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴅ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ‘ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴛʀɪᴘᴘɪɴ & ᴍʏ 84’ sᴋᴜʟʟ ᴘʟᴜᴄᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғɪʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜs ᴋᴇʏs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʟᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ. ɪ ᴅᴇᴇᴄʟᴀɪʀ’ᴅ ɪɴ ᴠᴏʏᴀɴᴛ ᴠᴏɪᴅs, ɴ’ᴇᴠᴇʀᴇ’ᴀʟʟʏ ᴛ’ʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴛ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴ & ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss ᴛᴏ ᴇᴅᴇɴ ɪɴ ʀɪᴘs ɪ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴢʏ ʙʀᴀᴢᴇɴ ʙʟᴏ'ᴡɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇs ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴜɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ sᴏʟᴀʀ ғʟᴀʀᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ʟɪᴋ’ᴅ ᴡɪᴛ ʜɪɢʜ ғᴇᴀʀ & ʟᴏᴡ ɴᴏᴛᴇs, ʟᴏᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪ sᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ, ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴏɴ & ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ғʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʀᴜɴs ᴛʜᴏᴡ' ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴ, ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ sᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ... 𝔭𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡, 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 ɪғ ɪᴛs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴜɴᴇ ᴀʟʟʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ɪᴛ & ᴀʏ'ᴇ ᴄᴏᴘɪᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴏᴛ & ᴅᴇsɪɢɴ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏsᴛ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇs ᴏғ ɪʟʟᴜᴍᴀ ᴘᴏᴛᴛɪ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs, ʙʏ ᴀʀᴛ - ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴏʀ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴅ ғᴏʀ ʙᴀɴᴋ’ᴘsʏ...ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴜʀʜ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɢɪɴ... ʏᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʙᴇᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴀᴍᴀᴢᴇɴ ᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀɢ ᴏғ ᴄʀᴏᴡ'ɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ɪ ᴛᴜʀʟ ᴀᴛ ʏᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ Ⓐ ғɪʀᴇ ᴘᴏɪ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟᴀ ᴅᴇᴀʟᴇʀ. ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴀᴅ'ᴅɪᴇs. ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴜᴘᴇʀ ʀɪsᴇ'ᴢᴇɴᴅᴀᴅᴇᴀᴅ ‘ʀ - ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴍʙs ᴏғ - ᴇᴍᴇz’, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀᴏ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛɪᴄ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴs ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ. ʜᴏᴡ ғᴏʟᴋs ɪ’ɴᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴅᴜs-ᴛʀɪᴀʟ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴏᴡ ʜʏᴘɴᴏᴛɪsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ʙɪɢ & sᴍᴀʟʟ. ɪ ᴛʜ’ɪɴᴋᴅ ɪ, ɪɴ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss ᴄᴏɪʟs... ᴋɴᴇᴡ’ᴡɪɴ ᴋ’ɴᴏᴡsɪɴ, ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ-ʀᴀᴛ-ᴇ ʙᴜʟʟsʜ’ɪᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏɴᴇ. ɪ ʜᴀᴅ & sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʏ ᴏʀ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛ ʟᴀʙᴏʀ, sᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ᴄʟᴇғ’ᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ’  

ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ & ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴊᴏʙ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ғᴏʟᴅ - sᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴏғ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏs, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sɪɴɢ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴏᴍʙs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴍɪɴᴅs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʀɪᴄʜᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀɪɴs ɪɴ ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴘʟᴀᴛs ᴏғ ʙᴇᴀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀʀғᴏɢs ᴍɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟs sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏs ғɪʟᴛʜ ɪɴ ʀʜʏᴍᴇs ᴏғ ɢʀᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʟᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ᴇɢᴏ ғɪʟʟ'ᴅ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʟʟ, ғᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴛ & ᴄᴏʀᴘ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ, ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴀɴᴋᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʙʟᴜᴛ ʀᴀᴘ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴡʜᴏ sɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ғᴀᴍᴇ ᴇɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜʟʏ ɢʟᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ɪᴛ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ ᴄᴏɴǫᴜᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ɪɴ ɪᴛ. ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡs ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ɪɴ ʟᴀɴᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ᴏғ ɢᴏᴅs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴏᴛs ᴏғ sᴀɴᴅ & ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴜɴᴇs ɪɴ ʀᴜɪɴs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴜɴ ɪɴ ᴛʀɪʙᴇs ᴏғ ᴀɴᴏɴs & ᴜɴᴍᴀsᴋᴇᴅ sᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴇʀᴏs..
ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀɪᴄʜᴇs ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ, ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ, ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴛ’ʜʀᴏᴡ’ɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅғɪʀᴇʟᴏᴄ ᴋᴇ’ᴅ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴs, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴍᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴄʀᴏ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛʏ ʀᴇᴇᴍᴀ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍɪᴄʀᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴀ ɪɴ ᴍᴀɴ’ɪғᴇsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴀ’ᴅɪɢᴍᴀ. sᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴏ sɪɴɢ ᴏғ sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴍᴀʏ’ᴛᴇᴀs, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴs ᴀɴᴅ sᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏᴛʜ ᴛᴡ’ɪɴᴋʟᴇᴇs

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀ sʟᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜs sᴄʀᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ sᴏᴜʟ,  ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴀʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴏᴛ ᴏʀ ᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʀɪᴘᴘʏ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪsᴇ ᴏғ ᴠᴀᴘɪᴅ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ, ʙᴏxʟɪɢʜᴛs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴇᴄʜᴏs ᴏғ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀs sᴄᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴡᴀsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴜᴇsᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇsᴛ ᴠᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴋ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ ᴀs sʜᴇs ʙᴜʀɴs, sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇᴛʏᴘᴇs ᴀs ᴍᴇssᴇɴɢᴇʀs, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sʜᴇᴘʜᴇʀᴅs ᴏʀ ᴊᴇsᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏᴡɴ ғᴏʟʟʏ ᴊᴀʜ ᴀʀᴍʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs ʙʟᴇssᴇᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ' ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴏʟᴇsᴛ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀᴘᴇ ғᴜɴ'ᴛᴏᴏʟ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴇs ᴅʀᴏᴏʟ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʀᴀʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴛ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴡ ᴢᴇɴ ʟᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴡɪsʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɴʏ sᴘᴇʟʟs ᴛᴏ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜsɴᴇss. ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴛᴏʀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ & ʏᴏɢɪ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀɪɴᴄʜᴇɴᴛᴀ ᴏғ ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴋ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʏᴍᴇ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʟᴅᴇsᴛ ʀᴜɴᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇs ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʙʏʀɪɴᴛʜs ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴs ғʀᴇᴇᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴏʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ sʜɪᴘs, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴋᴜʟʟs, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴅᴇs ʙᴇᴇʟᴏᴡᴋ'ᴇʏɪɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴀᴋʀᴀs,  ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ʟɪᴇ ᴏʀ ʙᴜʟʟ sʜɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋs & ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘɪss ᴜᴘ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇᴇʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sɪɴ ᴏғ ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛ ʜᴏʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏᴛʜ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀɴᴋ ᴍᴇᴍᴇᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍs ᴇxɪsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏʀ sᴇʟʟ ᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴏᴅɪ'ᴛᴇᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴄʜᴏ sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ sᴏᴜʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴏoᴍʙ ᴀs ᴇʏᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴇʏᴇ sᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ sʟᴀᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀʀɢᴜᴇ ᴛʜʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴢ ᴡᴀʏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏʟᴅ sᴏᴜʟᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇs ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟs ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɢᴇɴᴅᴀ.

ᴛᴜʀʟ ɪɴ ᴛᴜʀɴs, ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴀɪʟ ᴏғ ʙʀᴀɪᴅᴇᴅ ʙʟɪɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇ’ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇʟʟᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴛᴀ’ʀᴏᴘʀᴏᴄ ᴀᴅ’ɴᴇɢᴀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄ’ᴋɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ sᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴜᴄ’ᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʙʏʟᴏɴ ᴋɪɴɢ’ᴅ’ᴏᴍ & ʙᴀᴄᴋ’ᴡᴀʀ’ᴅs ɪɴ ᴅᴇ’ᴠɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏ'ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ & ʀᴀᴡ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜᴘᴘ’ᴇᴛ s.

ɪ ᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs. ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴄʟᴇғᴛ. ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇsᴛ ᴄʀᴏᴡs, ғᴜɴɴɪᴇsᴛ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ, ʀʜʏᴍᴇs & ᴛɪᴍᴇs. ᴡʀᴀᴘs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅs. ᴛᴡɪɴᴇᴅ ғᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴍᴏᴜɴᴅs. ғᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍ. ɪɴ ʀᴏʟʟs ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅs. ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ ʙᴏɴᴇs. ᴍᴏsᴛ ʀᴀʀᴇ. ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀɪɴɢs. ᴛʜʀ’ᴏᴡʟ ʜåʀᴘᴡʜᴇᴇʟs. sʟɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ. ᴍᴏᴏɴs ᴀɢᴏ sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀ’ʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴅʀɪᴠ’ɪɴ ʙʟɪɴ’ᴋɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴍʙs. ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ. ᴄʜᴀsᴇs ᴀᴄʀᴏss ʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ. ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ʀɪɴɢs. ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʏᴍᴇ. ɪɴ ɴᴏ ғᴇᴀʀ. ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs. ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴇɴᴅʟᴇssʟʏ. ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴛs ᴏғ ᴡɪʟᴅ. sᴛᴀʀ ᴄʀᴏss’ᴅ & ғᴇᴀʀʟᴇss.
sᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ & ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ, ɢᴇᴇ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏғ ɢᴏᴅs & ᴇᴠᴇɴs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇs & ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴇʟᴍᴀ ᴅᴇɴsɪᴛʏ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇ’ʏɪɴ ɪɴ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ .
ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ & ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ

- ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛʟᴀᴡ 


The oldest of sentient creatures friend of Genie deities that are connected to heaven consciousness like black magic is source to white



ᴡᴇʙs ᴜsᴇᴅ’ᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴛʙʟᴀᴄᴋʙᴏx ɪ’ᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛ’ʜ ɴᴜɢᴇʟʟᴀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴏғ ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴘᴀʟᴍs ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴅᴜsᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ'ᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʟʟ sᴏ’ᴛɪᴍᴇs ɴ'ᴀᴘᴘ.ɪɴ ᴡɪᴛ’ʜex & ʟᴏᴡᴋᴇʏ ᴅɪsᴄs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴠᴇ .    .         .

ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴀɪᴅ, ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴀs ᴅᴀʏ ʀᴏʟʟs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇ; ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴀɪɴᴛ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴀxᴀʙʟᴇ ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴏsɪɴɢ ᴀs ғᴀᴋᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʟɪᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛs ɪᴛs ᴇᴠɪʟ, ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ sɪᴄᴋ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sɪᴄᴋ ᴍɪɴᴅs ᴘᴏɪsɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ɪɴ ʙᴀᴅ ᴍɪx ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴜs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴄᴏɪʟs ᴏғ sᴘɪɴᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴡɪsᴅᴏᴍ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴏᴛ ʙᴜʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴍɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴏss ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ʜᴏᴏᴅs ɪɴ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ sᴛᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴡᴇʟʟs, ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ʀɪᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ɪs ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴇ ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀs ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀs sʜᴇ sᴜᴍᴍᴏɴs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴋᴜʟʟs, ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅs, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏғ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍs ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏʙʙʏs & ʟᴀᴡs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɴᴏ sᴇɴsᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜɪʀᴅs & ɪɴ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴀʀʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅs ᴏғ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴄ’ʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇ'ɴ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏғ ᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴡʜᴏ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ, ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴅᴏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪɴᴄʜᴇɴᴛᴀ & ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴀғʀɪᴄᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴅɪᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴜɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴅɴᴀ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴᴀʟ, ʀɪᴘ'ᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ʀɪʙs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀɢᴇs ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ & ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴇᴠᴇ's ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴡɪɴᴇ'ᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴜʀʟs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ sᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏs ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀs ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴀssᴀɢᴇs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍʏᴛʜ ɪɴ ɢʟᴏʀʏ ᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ғᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴅɪsᴏʙᴇʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘᴏsɪɴɢ ᴀs ɢᴏᴅs, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴋᴀʟɪ & sʜɪᴠᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴀs ᴊᴇsᴜs ᴡᴀs ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏɢɪ & sᴀᴅʜᴜ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴍ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇɴᴅs. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋs, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴛʀᴀs ᴏғ ᴏʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴘᴏᴋᴇ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʟᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇs ᴛᴏ ɴᴏɴsᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪᴄᴀʟs ғᴏʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟᴏʀᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀs ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇsᴏᴛᴇʀɪᴄ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜᴏ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs.

ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ɪᴍ ᴏɴ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴛᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪs ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴠɪsɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴜsʜʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴏʀᴇ ʀᴀғғᴀ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʟᴀsᴛ sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴇᴅᴇɴ.



Myth Wing & Gates Only In Eye
Of Ten Ages High Dimension passed
Black Rain Falling In Anger of Reign
Feared by all men even more than death
As inside his soul all men have been left
Rarest anger of wrathful human spirit
Standing in water you have no depth in sin
Streets only know what you have never sow
And watched in future paradigm dice follow
The ones who hold keys to big gates


As all eyes watch them, not giving anything to save planet, even it thoughts to their own mothers at ends of matrix phone, as their plug to deaths compass firmly pointing in a direction towards earth but still confused as to why that would bee.

Tumbling down into the tumblr of shivas own waiting for the ice in gold coin to drop like echo dolphin of dreams in night of elephant beach pink lumineyessence, Stars orbin tiny purls of swing sung glass in Whurls of radical radiance underworld able still, and questioning why they compassionless souls can’t figure out what empathy for the planet memes to keep there hearts out of hells hungry mouths 

Always they think, it’s not my job to save people, I am already saved because I have money. In reverse they curse closest close, like Venus fly clamp to map.

I am saved they think, I have been bless led’dby the gods and even if not I’m am lucky enough to hold all wrath of hells weath in fear of blood or rain sick fall, and those who sit out in cold to die, on their watches on their wrists, on their bags over stick ticking in fake imaginations of time - a Della jewel jungle of jokes for wise words f’folk. With hought like evil thought, they must be homeless because they are useless, they must be poor because they didn’t want more, they must be lost because they didn’t want their list of lust, and fame while it watches haunts they hunted hearts for never giving enough of their dust & bee to come in ashes

And wise men know well why angels roam the streets and walk in crowds, sharing eyes in the most invisible of thyme aged, writing holy notes in art & vandal wall where all men eventually fall on into the field of earthly pleasure & battles

You really beelive that an angel has any of you so called wealth in corporate value on our planet, do you really think dr J gives a flying fox how much money and asset you have when you arrived at the gates of Hell in this heaven...

They wonder why your kinda of man
Rolls around so happy with like of corpocroc
The ones we send you to tumblers of tiny
- the kiwi passages from linkey here-



Only bravest of heart and mind truest know what open world really memes to ends inside many skull wouldn’t even bare to think it, even ones that think on many screen and know in their eye seen screen or black documents think themes of knowing it all when reality will show them from smoke of thyme lost appearing new things that will have them sayin in nightmares to come in open water of space & screaming one letters
Like that of Q & A

As many good Fool & Folly inside Blackest Jester of Rain & Blood Alien Bow lik’zen crow like frog & wolf open to know in speech writing their own fortune in deaths tapes to their self in lost egos they chock’cheewn songeyetet In offens’ive poison at their desks in corporate spider webs of most evil looking arachnophobia they still have no fear of, looking up from their screens thinking in lost dreams of old roman tabs we used to smoke in Neon alleyways where only cats of african jungles knew anything more than their old bones left & in right pill red wall stains from deep thymelord to blow traces of true crime past tense just to have a word and raise their corporate soul from the dead for questioning on Old matter of Jewel center Internet interest of the gods





At the beginning of the 21st Century all time of man ended on Earth, before the oceans fell first into the evil of corporate man. In poison’d cold open water the age of Aquarius began with genocide of half-life, many good people running to save her, and fired to life as a bullet rang in Hell from deaths own heavenly gun, which he never raised as it was pointed down in sadness, the first bullet Ever he had fired, and thyme trailed smoke trails down into Hell the first message sent from his own mirror tomb mirror broken glass of an hour from two sand wells spiraled throw into planes of extinction carved passed sands of largest worlds of all into passed ages to water where it used to fall before as water clocks became the new norm for him.

And creativity became the new desperation of all men, because all men woke up in Hell where the fire of waters now souls sank in rank from bottom to top in thirds from 2 bottom to one top and now to reverse in all pressure pointing down, as if all men with money became a point of gravity for death to run towards on Earth like open world skull their minds in fields of danger, wanting to rid all their money as they knew it would be their ends all the planes of earth flowed down like sand into their vast black Wells. Leaving all those with four corners high like birds flying over their deep dark paradigms in a flat like state of lucid nightmares, the rest of good men able to still touch the edge of orbs and round in circles to hearts content, with many spirals of life to climb for

The Devine ch’air’actor isticas of aquariums are, _____

What most surprised gangstar friends of death were days when new friends arrived from the Future with clocks we had never seen before, to add to the library of Årcturian archives, deity timepieces that had many radically different features to Clocks we have ever seen on earth

Search for world of clocks, ainchenta and oldunea


And the tune of lord to smoke many a first Q was how do tell



i do not really beelive in evil, and alot of ancient history recounts of evil, especially when it comes to accounts of supernatural entities, like genies for example. I think alot of history written by silly men as a load of nonsence at times, they wrote about such entities as evil beacuse they were scared of them, to right. Evil Men seem to always talk of things as evil, when i think they just said that because they were clueless evil men who happened to have a pen and paper in the 3rd dimention to leave a note. lol, so I have my own lucid free form interpretation of alot of things across wikipedia. Buddism often clears up matters by expaining the logic behind it, without the 'oh its just evil' bit...

‘Evil’ as evil men know it, is what is sent by heaven to end their own paradigm, and draw a line in the sand between good and ____ 
thus why many ignorant evil men, think some entities are evil, when good folks know that they are entities that eat evil, and report back to heaven with good news, that evil has been defeated once again, as they Live on to fight Evil another day.

and this is why many Zen Hell’s Angels give up on listening to words like Evil. Because, such a small 4 letter words, does not tell the story of how Love is Live. And that’s why Zen is like a connection to Evol’ution for the human mind.

The earliest Hindu texts do not offer further explanations for evil, regarding evil as something natural.[13] However, later texts offer various explanations for evil. According to an explanation given by the Brahmins, both demons and gods spoke truth and untruth, but the demons relinquished the truth and the gods relinquished the untruth.[14] But both spirits are regarded as different aspects of one supreme god. Even some fierce deities like Kali are not thought of as devils but just as darker aspects of God[15] and may even manifest benevolence.[14]

Someone has to deal with these evil men at the end of the evenin’ know what i meme?

again, i do de’clare there is no evil, but if people are bad then obviously something bad will be after them right?? while the rest of us lucky good fokes get to have a dark jester giggle and wonder what the flip to do next in term of plan A save the world... get meme?

you know when i was going through awakening and join’g the collective mind, and dealing with alot of nega’tive energy that men contribute towards that energy with war and famine and greed etc, its quite a terrifying world to have to deal with so these words like devil and evil - live & lived. that we all have to grow up with, its all just so bloody obvious that its a trap for the common mind to get stuck in and you really do just end up accepting words as bullshit for a zen dog to burn in a cherry blunt to keep it all away, stick to zen buddhism chaps, theres so much less bullshit to deal with in it and lots of good advice about becoming a good person with a primary focus on compassion, instead of all this stuff from the previous 2000 years that just seem to me at times to be delusional lost men, writing about nonsence. get meme? each to there own and that, but its so game over, zen buddhism is the future, most cyberpunk folks would agree. 


Zen Buddhism IS THE FUTURE, I have no time for religion, or people caught up in it, who do not understand that it is just all bees & the same old story. I am like a good woman who is angry with her useless male conterpart who fights over nonsence thinking hes sumthing special, when actually he he just wont just shutup and save the world and does not realise he is just a tiny weeny little ant sat infront of a large animal that will one day eat him because he destory’d the world it lives in. I am interested in the poetry spanning across all faiths by writers who were a genius like old tea heads of the thyme.

See Hindus & buddas, we beelive that all deity were of alien origin, who actually did land on earth back in the day, which makes alot of sence if you look at all the rather large stuctures on this planet that we still are not able to figure out how they built them with super cool tools that humans have no idea about right so. blah blah blah... 



ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs. ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ. ᴀs ɪ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ ɪɴ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs ᴀ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴍʏᴛʜ & ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀs ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴʏ sᴘɪʀɪᴛs sᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs ɪɴ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴏғ ʀʜʏᴍᴇ & ᴛᴏɴᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅs ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛs ᴏғ ᴡɪʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs sᴘᴜɴ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟs ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʏʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ sᴀᴠᴇᴅ

- ᴀᴍ ʙɪᴛ ɪ ᴏɴs ᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴄ ʜ ᴋᴇʏ






And the flute player when I listened
To see & breathe with 4 times strength
The most hyper dancer to sing symphony
And blue orb did swing from his carpet



ive got so many verses for you blood.  you wont know what planet's star hit you. wanna make cash like dimonds dream on mars?

#piratesalad. lark. dooshy of HaremQuins and debts.  tell micky.  the hairy fat boss of Rainmakers.

bOWs Twine T' Rhytems Dine.

He’s cool btw, I miss him, seen.   We touch in Dark Light on the Whips of Arrows send for Time herself x

Played perfectly to Picasso & friends

In a lucidia symphonia

And drop Siris spirits into new planets forming new stars

Where the Dolphin frequencies reach the depths of Orion rings

Harmonising in ParadiceRhelma in Ariamaquentolapia

Hearing Violin play in prose to Arms of Jazz Time for Fathers of beauts The like which even gods never sore

Dancing on the tip of flowers that Romans once touchd’

That Shine like a Billion Orchid Stars

I can pluck them out of Moons


Hello there.

At the gates, of Hells & Doom

Too muse mine mook

Are you a prize fighting cock Or a silly spook

Still the same dame Or lamed  Like a Babylon Druid Lost at the funny fairs

Are you a pie Or mine little carrot 🥕  To chop and change Like loose brains That can’t beem  But will bee tamed

I spine circles, Like a twitchy parrot

And we will have our vineglass

Like the guts If a Ranpire’s midnight Dinner

You know, Memes remember a thing [zen] Or two pints  Like a kick from the butchers  Knife. Slick, like a king foo’d kid

You choose. Or hath tho bee  N chosen

Jokies 🃏 n tookies  Or swallowed, N sorrows

Do you understand? Or quiver  Like nuts in my shiver

And if thou commit Or donut You will see mine raised fin  Or fun

I’d like you join in, And tell the doggies  What thoueth’t known  So thieves make May, Deem them in Blood to Grow

I’m goi G to Gun Em down to savage row Like a suit  To temper my pappers

I’m going to best  And beat Like a bloody pit of skull Dugs to find the crow

I’ll take em to the hospital  Like the grim reapers dinner party And wears, to train sink, Animals at like, Zoo

Dude,  Them fools at D&AD Wit’ not see. The end  Of mine bloody blow

And yer  I ain’t been laid in ego like Lions in the Mickey Ways

I still here em Chat in speares  Like they used to, Talk to slaves

Ans the Tath Moderni Have you ears for says?

Where’s butch Casado  & Harrison Ford   Bees there’s days?



ʏᴇ ᴀᴠ ᴀ ɪɴᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏʀʙ ɪɴ ᴍʏ’ɴᴛʜ ᴍɪɴᴅsᴋᴜʟʟ
ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ғʟᴀɢ ғ’ʟᴏᴏᴛs & ᴡᴀᴠᴇs ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs ɣɪɴ & ɣᴀɴɢ
ᴀɴᴅ s'ɪɴᴋ sᴜɴ'ᴋ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ & ᴍʏ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ, ᴀs ᴅᴜɴᴇs ʀᴏʟʟ ɪɴ ʀʜʏᴍᴇ,
sɣɴᴄ ʜ'ʀᴏᴡ ɴ'ᴇʏᴇᴢᴇɴ
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴇʟᴅ ʙᴇᴇ ғᴀᴡᴋ'ᴅ & ʀᴇᴇʟ'ᴅ