Composed for the seer’s, the future us, and a gift to the ones outward and above,

You are the quartz stone, my inner-flame, as I release this phoenix from the ashes with love

This Cold-Fire comes from the root chakra, the basic minerals, and the warmer aspects of you,

I always have in mind all things equivalent, there’s dark in every art, as this is only one point of view

You and I both knew millions wouldn’t answer the hero’s call, from their buried-selves, and chose a comforting sleep,

Along the way, I threw a few crumbs from the hand of Hansel, and a sip of salty tea for their minds to brew and steep

I found peace at being single and alone at times, although pierced me like an ice-dagger laced with ecstasy,

I filled my mind with the Trinity approach, studying the science’s, my psyche, and the existential, for a holistic complexity

The Great Reset, a shift of power from West to East has begun, yet it started closer to home,

I looked through the peephole, as it pulled me in, with it’s crown of thorns golden tone

It reminisced the solar eclipse, an overcoming of man, like a mortal Kombat ‘totality’,

As even outside the door I saw the requiem of entropies inflections point of the old world’s fatality

They believed in the seasons, but neglected the cycles, it came in faster than expected; This second trimester,

Solar maximum was knocking on the door, the tri-context of ‘fevers’, whether viral, inflation, and wars was lectured this semester

The confusion of heat welcomed all to the psychological kill box, enclosing the net around the game,

And built the contextual misinformation Tower of Babel, and the ones outside of the Ark could only point their fingers of blame

Human transformation is upon us once again, The Great Plan is here, separating the wheat from the chaff,

The Exodus story is cyclical, and proportional to tomorrow’s survivors, which is calculated by simple math

I knew it was going to happen on my watch, but had no crystal ball on specifics to say when,

But could tell when the media went exponential, the times were wearing thin

The agents encompassed my presence in hopes of stealing resource, time, and attention,

Unbeknownst to them, their strings were tethered by the .3%, from atop the higher dimension

The Jones’s kept in competition with each other, sprinkling the green lawn, with Truman show smiles, and siphoning the quantitative-eased stock market,

It was all short-lived, they should’ve known, that dead-cat-bounce comes full-circle, with their 401k on target

The carrot on the stick, leading the crowds without logic or reason, tugging on their heart strings,

Gave birth to the cyclical Adam and Eve story, rise to the New World, watching from above as the pendulum swings

The majority went right back to their phones, that got them today, where they’re currently at,

The duality of free-will choice, blesses us all, when its our turn up at bat

The idolatry emanating from the black mirror, which the masses coddled within their hands,

Encased their minds, corralled the sheep, creating the desolate landscape of no-mans-land

Scrolling past the headlines was too much work for them, so they allowed the black box to frame the context,

You gave them the brush, instead of creating your vision, painting your bread and circus in the mouse trap of cul-de-sacs

The green screen of magic happens up their sleeve, sowing the seeds of monoculture, from only one variety of truth,

The media spoon-fed the subjective bias, creating the placebo-based error thinking, which solidified their ‘proof’

They’d parrot the data, with no prefrontal action on their part, and continued from one bot to the next,

Never psychologically peaking any higher than a cloned agent Smith in the movie The Matrix

You gave them your ‘Neo’ of freewill as they told you look left, look right, like the inverse E-M-D-R,

By giving your energy, you waived the divinity, and forgot who you really are

They chose a side, blanketed statements, and exposed the repressed shadow bits of their insides,

Confirmation bias left the grooves in the mind, without allowing new neuro-mycelial network to open to possibilities, and then decide

They were wholly absorbed, with social engineering in full swing, and cuts consistently just below the knee,

The boiling frog had no chance, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me

They bid like crustaceans, debating between football teams, favorite news anchors, or politicians, as their supplemental dopamine distraction,

The ones above play the long-game, so you’d waste your years creating separation, and see reality through the lens of refraction

As within, so without; as the physical and spirit realm coincide, you watched the mainstream poly-crises unfold,

Which is akin to burning the husk, facing your shadow, and tasting the spiritual dark night of the soul

The masses fake awakening, was gifted through media mother, Munchausen by proxy, is the antipode side of Biblical ‘Revelations’, the crumbs you chose to ignore,

Verses an organic spiritual awakening to the ones with eyes to see, shining from the Corona, at the center of the pineal glands core

Then they sought answers outside of themselves, using the persona as a guide, while swimming in the shallows,

Yet when looking behind, digging within, you’ll confront the dragon, and slay ones own shadow

While we kicked the financial can down the road, the pregnancy was in the making, brewing twenty years of conception,

The nine months of warp speed was the holistic whole number, for us to eagerly wait, and to frame the perception

Quarantine was listed as on the page of effects, another red flag, a final warning and last ditch effort,

To question the elephant in the room that trampled the temples defense’s that once encircled their fort

Weighed down with toxic overload, the viral artifacts were the left over debris as remnants from the older humans,

Portraying to ‘believe’, they threw faith in the back seat, along with their innate immune system

Their chips were on the table, with perceived sunk-cost fallacy, keeps the masses hanging anchored to cognitive dissonance,

They sat with third-class on the ‘unsinkable-ship’, down the Atlantic, shivering to their final dance

The act of consumption pressed the rubber stamp ‘Made in China’ on the necks of the overly produced, poorly constructed,

Allowed the leeches to suck the nectar from the earthly planes and their physical temples, until both were drained and corrupted

They said WW4 would be fought, in lieu of bombs and bullets, with the use of barbaric rocks and sticks,

Which coincides in such, with certain gene-deletions, watching the de-evolution during the zombie apocalypse

The amygdala’s seeped with fear, their mind grasped only to ego, with no inner reflective Meta-analysis,

Left the zombification in full swing, contempt oozed out the pores, with feelings of helpless paralysis

In 2023, a breakthrough happened, a culling of the old world’s persona was dealt in the cards,

The multifaceted masks finally lift, exposing the kryptonite adjacent to their scars

The internal contradictions, left them lost and complacent, until the residual dew of your essence gets forgotten to the past,

Like the mud floods of times gone by, washing the potential of what you could have been, ultimately lowering your mast

Self-euthanasia of the intellect was the doctors orders, and prescribed alongside the low-hanging fruit, the only thing the ‘eaters’ comprehend,

Conforming to being lost is the new behavioral agent, spinning wheels in the winter season of the mind, their inner-verse would never understand

Every so often the universe re-shuffles the deck, yet allows a few to slip through the cracks, gifting the present day Darwin awards,

She is intelligent, as the ‘house always wins’, by subliminally siphoning their psychological evolution through the inverted umbilical cord

Those invasive species, they weed from the roots, that lay just beneath the surface, halting them from squeezing your nutrition,

The mortar and pestle coalesce the non-essential element’s, to be ground up again, with little sympathy and next to no apprehension

By the collective useless consuming the ‘now’, while taking the hard swallow of those black pills, sets the concrete on Maslow’s hierarchy shoes they wear,

Which bars them further from climbing the echelons their inner-flame desired, and grounds them from becoming spiritually aware

This simulation isn’t predetermined, freewill is on the table, yet contingency is our plan,

Your ways of finding them are hidden in plain sight, and buried within the algorithm

By every regard, right underneath your nose, and behind the flaming light within,

Yes, drip by drip, your religious dogma suppressed your inner Peter Pan, along with your ‘I am’

The black mirror brought forth the ‘Revelations’ the Christians sought, that prophesied what they see in the world,

Not realizing the string pullers, AI, their algorithmic bias, law of attraction, and their personal Creator Gene, always finds what they look for

When you’re standing still then you’re falling behind, the conveyer belt of time governs with equality, each to our unique ‘time zone’,

Produces the fruit equivalent to the intention seeds, in the mind’s garden that we’ve sown

You can’t find something when you stop looking; There’s only one Truth in life, there’s a duel-nature to everything,

Finding equilibrium, knowing everything is already perfect, yet occasionally using Christ’s consciousness to rebalance the Libra scale swing

The IOB, and spiritual loosh, emanates the same heat power disbursement, like a resister in an electrical circuit,

Harvesting the potential energy, both of the spiritually aware, while simultaneously elevating the future Earthly plane stock market

When you own History, you rule the future, the Queen’s playing chess while you’re learning checkers,

She offers the choice between 1’s and 0’s, or observe from above, and be granted a drip of Her luminous nectar

Walking the Serpents tongue yellow-bricked road, forked-off between emotion and the logic divergence,

With their foot in the door, led the species in lock-step for lessons and training in human-bio digital convergence

Cleansing your past should only be undertaken alone, unlike the act of washing their persona away with the placebo-based baptism,

It is short-lived because of epigenetics, as like when the waters evaporate from the skin, leaving their psyche high and dry for the next day’s cynicism

The over-arching theme of the Bible, keep your head down, have faith, yet with physical eyes closed,

Kept the ones in power, since subconsciously you believed God is not in you, as the past eon clearly shows

It was putty in their hand, to be molded and crystalize, the ‘Great Plan’, the human transmutation,

It was easy to implement because the palm was open, by mindless consumption, Christ’s return, or waiting for a great tribulation 

Instead of fighting, reconcile the difference, of spiritual and digital, as like iron and clay, it was thought it couldn’t last,

Yet we are shaped with our blood of iron, flesh molded by clay, and breathed life into us, created by the Source energy of times past

This interlude of flipping the digital page, will coincide with this new age, integrating the circuit of these logic gates,

Plowshares into swords, then revert once again, the Digital Ukraine, cycling back our roots, home of our Edenic state

Don’t get it twisted, I’m for the future, regarding the transmutation of my biology,

But only get it accomplished, in my chosen time of universal law, to enhance my prefrontal neurology

As you find more of you in your outside world, appreciate natural law’s polarities,

Show gratitude for all vibrational beings, given at any frequency, while facing your shadow with humility

With creativity having no boundary, I withhold some, to not Cartman ‘and warp their fragile little mind’,

Wielding a sword comes responsibility, the balance of not stepping on toes, while leaving ripples of Word, on my path of a higher time line

Knowing that we’re spirit first, then comes secondary, the other elements, from our body’s observance,

Won’t keep the soul trapped forever entangled with the lower density dimension dance of Eternal recurrence

The thirst of knowledge is satiated when we swallow the Holy Flame, and taste spiritual significance,

Becomes harmonically sung in tandem with the other shiny ones with luminary magnificence

Mirror inside of a mirror inside of a mirror, go find yourself by yourself, and you’ll soon realize, everything’s contained, and you were already there,          

Tethered from above, the path of knowledge lights the flower of life, when your flashlight of intention is focused on Creation and ‘Care’