I must step up, write that musical, vibratory oracle, that is purely waiting…

Poetry music high times prove it…face yourself dear Mia, face yourself in this unusual accelerating new world ordering that wishes to encase us in digital earth millimetre magnetic pulsatory ghastly Darpary Dimensions from other World Stations. The Moon, a Space Station placed there to observe Mans relationships.

Life on Earth in heaven and Birth Death remembering who we are weathering the storms settings pushing norms of inhuman robotic enactment displayed..

I offer my body my soul my spirit to unbridle a candle lit flickering amongst it

I came before many times I am sure I liked what I see but sometimes I feel that my fingers were tortured under the cork screw torture in the 17th century culture…each tarsal squeals with the thoughts…..

The same for the med-EVIL dark days when I was dunked and drowned for knowing my way around the countryside picking Herbal cures… Unawares that the dark industrial light began to shine separation trickery upon a dystopian filament as the Orchestra began to play wrong notes.

The players losing circadian high moral written parts as wonky hit the sounds as nature ripped down wards towards waring mechanically, batons waving hysterically, human interdependency started to rot without natures natural cosmology common lore..

We were hounded as I struggled losing my feet on the sure natural rhythmic seasonal time-ship…I was not so true as I killed and fought and gassed and attacked the men and children, animals and people in such a bad way, I still gasp awake and fall down that day deep in my darkened traumatic wounds the plaster and bandage broken in two revealing a kind of whose who who.

They fumble falling crying whilst never delivering their real metal earth elemental watery emotional deal they made with their akashic unlocked rules….

Rights that once channelled and governed from High States of Heaven, no longer driven as passionate sparkling individual magic freedoms, is gone, is crushed, is pushed pushed away as crimes hold us down, responsibilities bound us up as things to live with, heavy handed bills and mortgages, modernity is destined to digitally, things of supposed civility, come crushing in our once bigness now small, tamed, pained, normalised, tiny by size….

where did that wonderful particle of light beam essential to living each individual dream? Where has it gone? Did it ever belong to us as one by one? Were supposed to be somewhere else, not waking up in this unfavourable hell…5G lurking mercilessly at thee…..

The IoT what a lark that proposes to be quantum holographic remotely beamed from the space between God and universe…Agenda 21 not what we signed up….this gargoyle of technocratic abstract gruesome DNA stealing ..fractures not on the God of Wholeness and One that makes up particle molecular, intuitive crown pineal cone waves trickling breaking raising imagination….New Gold Dream…

I stand before my Lord…

And One for the bin..

Get him to treat you fairly and squarely!

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