(Photos by AI, ‘NightCafe’, from the ‘Word’)

Writing is my prolific addiction, it’s my only track mind, as an introvert, I won’t get in the way,

On occasion, when I show the world my anxious and creative side, some disregard what I have to say

As I begin to understand more of myself, in junction with the nature of reality

My stomach is never full, thirst never quenched, and never in a relationship with apathy

I play tennis with the lobes, with equality in mind, as I sit on this hill-top alone,

I love imagination with words, it’s up to the reader whether they came across like paradise or rained down like a hell-fire drone

It’s true yet cliché to say it’s a blessing when the ignorant and lazy call you crazy,

Coming from them, you know you’re on the right track, knowing it’s their prefrontal cortex is what’s clouded and hazy

What’s yours? What’s mine? What’s ours? The human experience is quite themed,

Yet they all coalesce to a similar inflection point of an archetype, or so it may seem

Everyone believes their story is unique, and somehow plateaus higher than others,

Unbeknownst to the perceiver, we have always been one, birthed by Gaia, our divine Mother

We are all individual expressions emanating from the same electrical source,

As various illuminations, dim or bright, plugged in, each to run due course

Our eyes let only a sliver, a small fraction to taste, that’s cordoned off from the hierarchical realms,

If we saw the full Truth, we’d puke like Neo, with our fragile minds over-whelmed

Who is your worst enemy on this circular globe? Who is your best friend on this flat plane?

No matter the perspective, they’re one in the same

I believe tight-roping of the mind is necessary, as we were meant to use both lobes equally,

Seeing all angles, admiring the spectrum, harnessing the structure of creativity

Every two-thousand years or so, humans must progress to a new awareness of psychological evolution,

Containing the same over-all archetypes, yet with different intensity of revolution

The Gods from former times must still be respected, and not get left in the past,

So that we never forget what got us to where we’re at, and the stories for the human mind they grasp

The all-‘knowing eye’ should be honored, as she gazes a multi-faceted personality,

Oscillating between to govern and observe, creating Her gift to us of free-will duality

The foolish ‘99%’ that demand more, say it’s not fair, while protesting ‘this is treason’,

The hierarchical organization structure is universal, and a stable one for just that reason

I respect and appreciate the Gods that were worshiped before me,

They graced our ancestors, and bestowed all the gifts to us; life, stories, and emotional energy

In many ways, they were more in-tuned with Mother Gaia, their Temple, and Natural Law,

Similar to other shiny ones more recent like Hermes, Carl Yung, and Manly P. Hall

That doesn’t mean only a select few are welcome, and allowed to taste,

No, the vast majority choose slavery, and demand their answers in haste

The answers that tend to come the most, is when you look without a mirror, just beneath the persona,

The cup of knowledge quenches the thirst of those seeking truth, as the pineal shows you Her corona

Where focus goes, energy flows: The correlation of religion, law of attraction, or the magnetic plane,

Wasn’t a reason for separation, but a gift from the God’s, proving we’re one in the same

The narrative is said that this realm was initialized by the spoken Word,

This gift was passed down to all creators, not waiting for the ‘second coming’, as that would be absurd

The hidden truths in the Bible weren’t necessarily redacted purposely, yet prove you have the power to change your world,

When you look within, with an open mind, with your phalanges set to uncurled

Many don’t realize that as the serpent eats it’s own tail, while consuming the shedding over time,

Like us, He’d evolve all around, learn from His past, and find gnosis in the brine

The Biblical story of Adam and Eve was presented with the yin and yang relationship by the luminous serpent wrapped around the center tree,

Showing everything in the natural world is dose-dependent, from life-sustaining medicine, or the over-consumption, of said fruit, leading to a premature fatality

When you pick a side or point a finger, you inevitably start the oscillation clock on your own mortality,

When offered esoteric knowledge from the other side, is an all-encompassing rich in color; an organic duality,

As the serpent climbed up, reaching heights never achieved upon the staff,

He illuminated the hidden knowledge of dual-nature, shedding light to our digital path

Then His body coiled around it, simulating a sinusoidal-like wave function, preparing us for our eventuality,

That one day we’d progress to the enlightenment age, coming to terms with 1’s and 0’s, this matrix reality

The Ones outward and above oversaw the whole, and not only invented the game,

They laid the ground-rules of free will to follow, to leave no blind-spots, so that none could point fingers of blame

From the fifth dimension, these revelations are beneficial for the collective,

Even as the ‘sky is falling’, when interpreted by the individual subjective

You believe the powers above are responsible for the division of the prism,

Yet, you take no responsibility for what you personally plugged into this algorithm

While on the subject of transformation, we can look at the story of the Christ,

Without splitting hairs, we should study His over-arching theme, transmutation– but with a price

Most of these stories were meant to be allegorical, teaching humanity on how we can become more,

So that we’d transcend circumstance, from our subjective reality, finding homeostasis in settling the score

The duality of giving and receiving articulate the same hand gesture, expressing as an open palm,

Yet, the imbalance of only taking, holds us back, while bringing out-sync to the harmonic song

When we enter the cog, with the cognition, and respect for these cycles, the enlightenment period is what prepares us

For our minds to climb the higher echelons of evolutions purpose for us, unity of conscious awareness

The clutch of the bicycle shifts up to the next higher gear,

We won’t get caught shedding even one tear, letting go as a collective, saying goodbye to yester-year

It took some time for me to understand, the more you grip the world, the more drains through, like that runny green gak,

Apathetically dripping between the fingers, like time with wrinkles, slipping through the cracks

The words herein written may seem to the untrained eye like some sort of witch-craft, Sudoku- gymnastics,

My words are solely up to the digester, their subjective interpretation, to determine the context and syntax

Our species from the beginning only had one path of choice, die or break-through,

I play wrestle with the ones above, untethered, with no warm blanket, unlike 96% of you

Over-consumption is how we got here, the ‘Great Reset’ happens naturally, as the pendulum swings,

The oscillation of the Grand Solar Minimum resumes once again, as our star subsides Her harmonic sing

It’s long over-due, yet just in time, for Her change-over-switch

The magnetic North pole screams at humanity, with a glass-shattering frequency high pitch

The western’s philosophy, along with ingestion of aluminum Nano-particles, in conjunction with inorganic fluoride,

The pineals are encased, the life-force stays dim, while their soul commits spiritual suicide

Even if I am pushed to start a commune of one, let the world melt away, as I leave it be,

I’ll watch from a distance, know that we are one, they see who I am, because I finally see me

Ironically, this is also a new wave of warfare, consisting of the ‘duel’-nature coming from the fifth generation,

It isn’t battled with bullets, it’s fought in the mind, for those that possess longer than Tik-Tok-grade attention

The masters above understand that if they take too much from the cookie jar of vibration,

The ones below might awake, search out the philosophers stone, finding the path to illumination

When the mainstream tells the masses to follow the leader, yelling from the top of the RF mast,

I won’t adhere to the guidelines set forth coming from that nightly NBC broadcast

The bread and circus coming from the television keeps the sheep satiated, and blankets the nation,

The normalcy in the air moves like pond water with the all-ensuing moss of stagnation

Nothing in this realm grips any one thing, as it all goes back in the box,

It always reverts back to the mean, like any other over-valued commodity stock

The algorithms set forth kept the Jones’s arguing, acquiring little of personal growth- let alone spiritual gain,

Enlightenment through depression can manifest, but not when one is docile and sedated, yet by pushing through the pain

The year 2020-2023 will be beginning decade and remembered as the first trimester,

As the fall of the modern-day Rome, with stretched armies, alongside plagues that spread and fester

The hockey stick-type growth of exponential progress ultimately leads to the en-tropic demise,

With the dopamine rubber band of requiem snapping back with it’s vibratory-like surprise

I understand the concept fulfilled requires one step back, then followed by two forward,

As this soft reset quickens the mind, completes the heart, and hastens the sharpening of the double-edged sword

When an evolutionary shift occurs in you, as if an annual becoming a perennial,

You’ll understand the weight it holds, on the tapestry of times inflection point, woven by the cross-handed Xennial

‘Own nothing and be happy’ comes second nature to the ‘shiny’ ones, and with relative ease and grace,

The global enlightenment will express Herself, as we consume knowledge, and not the buds offered by physical taste