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Nhlanhla Moment May 2014
The soul breathes and its light bleeds the flesh of physicality
It is the crystalline water which is the essence of this entity
Adamic in structure, moulded with silica clay
the said fourth phase of water
:the human.

The unit of the student soul, the illusion of the Sugmad offshoot
In its manipulation the patterns of its identity have been confused
the DNA stripped of etheric balance and its consciousness subjugated to the confines of Systemic Conformity
Tied in time, a slave of wonder, a child of discovery
Wandering in the tapestries of Material streams oblivious to the Surreal bells and strings
Tapping into the wild, the way would oft look foggy
the backbone rests against the fig tree
The eyes shut from the silence of the wind, the breath within sinks him into the Fourth
A state described heavenly as it is ascension facing North

In the pursuits of comfort he seeks the way in dogma confront
Media and temptation at his forefront
He is trapped and conflicted
Abused immensely by the memory of past lives, and the truth of his Galactic roots
Some serving ancestors,
that there be guides who are advanced souls in the afterlife
others believers in Watchers
some serving the soul-igniting Messiahs
It is said that these Superheroes of distant skies could fly
fly and walk on water


Did they really walk on water or were they merely reviving those buried in the ground with the purity of their footprints as the were clearly star-aligned
Reviving the dead yes would be as walking on water, teaching the souls that have devolved to tango once more
Preparing them for the Galactic Dance
a Ball, the twist of a storm
Walking on Water, swimming in the Ocean Of Love and Mercy
for all we are is Water
For Water is merely stretched light and thickened sound
Until we walk on water once more, the waves echo on and warn of a storm if we do not listen and answer the call.
Nhlanhla Moment May 2014
Can I get a witness, is this fictitious conviction a doctored poise of weakness fitness?

Is the thread of this line as thick as timber? is there a bridge to the other side?

Is there a sign assigned to portend the culmination of the potential potent?
I breath and illuminate ancient accents but bodies are absent, these are ghosts that live on through time tracks
Can I get a witness? does this drive fit the description, doctored scripts of truth, can I get an Archangel's prescription?

I saw a lady today, she looked brainwashed and obsequious, so servile - as the norms say - serving the vile lies, entrapped and shackled by half-truths and recipees of dogma and Earth ties

We missed the show, it is shown in slow motion and rewind

We'd be blind as we're encouraged to be kind and forever unwind as the Fourth-Kind keeps humanity behind


It is a web orchestrated by the Serpent and Spider Tribes who lost some light and denied the Right (the Law) and keep us living in this Galactic War-Lore, singing a song so sore with a few doors open to see beyond


Can I get a Witness, who bit the apple of temptation? Where is the Cosmic dentist or Planetary Herbalist? to scatter Grade-A cannibus

The truth doth come with a twist, it will leave your psyche having fits, before you find it you go through ppshit that will have you wish to slit your wrists

Sagacious and enigmatic you return to the world not the same, you have a new name, gold is your blood and light are your eyes for you have looked through the burning All-Seeing Eye but no one believes you because all witnesses die.
Nhlanhla Moment May 2014
I ate humble pie                                           and became the point of reference                                                      and not the pivot of reverence
Nhlanhla Moment Apr 2014
And the  Moth that has been with me through my travels whispers: The walls are thinner now,
the strikes come and the blades are sharp
they cannot understand the darkness you have endured
and some of your friends sleep with the women you're seeing
and some of them conspire to keep you down
And the woman you're with lays with multiple men and spits at your liberty

And the one you love more than anything is the one ramming you in the back with a sharpened knife
And still they try to hurt you
unaware that you have endured the intense low-vibrational frequencies  of prisons in the Orion constellation
As energies like these are sent to places like Guantanamo Bay and the lows of Inner Earth and several underground torture camps

You return a hermit to society, broken.
BUT IF YOU BELIEVE THEN YOU HAVE TO KNOW SOMETHING
You have to know that there is something greater out there, that there is a Higher Power and the Higher Power is within you
And that no pain or hardship can stand above This Power
That even death succumbs to this Power
Then you know that you have found the Source
Then you know you have been exiled and if you survive the emotional scars, psychological wounds and spiritual turmoil then you know that you have escaped hell
That's when you become Renaissance Man  
That's when you know that you can stand among the Watchers, that's when you know that you have earned your place in the Galactic Councils
That's when you know that the Human Race Has A Chance
This is when you know without a doubt that you are Free.
Nhlanhla Moment Apr 2014
I went to a manufacturing firm at Ends and Heaven, where all things beautiful are made, and I witnessed that God does still create angels - this all happened as I looked into her eyes

I looked into her eyes and to my surprise, she saw a warrior in me who was kind enough to give a heart

I have been inspected, feelings are overflowing, I am infected
Sitting in the garden by a tree,
idling around writing idylls as an idiot in love spitting riddles

She is a puzzle, I put together the pieces and she fits a flawed perfection,
I have been guided by the Spirits of Light hence this selection

Is she the one or another, that's the question
I am a victim of repetitive infatuation, have I been loving or just fumbling into dramatic situations?

There is a silver lining in the clouds,
what story does it write? for I have scars and marks
so ****** I can use them as ink to spill these pages with poetry
I leave my DNA in the web of floetry, does she fly (the chosen), will she flow with me?

Stung and hung, the air of love fills my lungs
Am I falling or disappearing?
Looking into her eyes, do I wink like a fool or just keep staring?

Oh love a lump so lush leaves me longing for a luscious lively touch of love and things as such...
An eternal brush, the breath of the Angel of Love.
Nhlanhla Moment Mar 2014
Wounded in the process her development…
It is said that the FATHER – The utmost Divine – Is the True Light,
Within the original Creation Family
Now on this Earth, we have a shortage of that light
It is evident in dysfunctional families
How would you stand as a man for your family; without the FATHER’s Light?
Or commonly, how can you stand without God?

Before you were a father, you were a hunter
Hounding pretty girls in nice dresses
And then you were a lover, you had a partner, or several partners for that matter
Then came the coalescence of souls, *** in physicality as it were
She swallowed your seed and a child you did breed
You were two, now you are three
  Consequences of a rush of blood and intimacy

BUT… This all happened before the both of you could completely develop, heal all your emotional scars from childhood
And your descendant carries in her
    The streams of these emotional scars
    In a letter she wrote:

~~… Father, mother, why do you bring me onto this Earth,
The boys are cruel and I do not know how to belong
I search for love and whenever I think
I have found it, my heart gets broken
My ******* get taken as a token
I am no longer a ******, my emotions have awoken

Promises were made but never kept
I feel a huge void in my self-esteem
So I have convinced myself that being promiscuous will make me feel awesome…
At least I get taken to nice places,
Some of the guys aren't rough,
I get shoes, bags and nice clothes…
Some of them are sweet you know, they buy me cosmetics and don’t really
Rush to have  ***
Now *** I can’t get over, what is this sickness that makes me wanna
Undress, spread my legs and *** constantly?
Why do I feel the urge to taste everything my hormones respond to?

Why am I so afraid? Searching for security in material things and my glamorous reputation,
Not to mention my huge nonsensical ego
I know I am beautiful and by this I can get a lot I want from men…
But every time I am dropped off, all alone in my room, staring at the wall; I am scared and lonely
Crying is not enough
And dreaming is not enough
I want to be loved, I need to be loved
I want to be treated like a queen
I want to know that I am everything to someone
I wish that I will be someone’s breath and he my air

I want a car, a big house, trips overseas
I want kids, a strong man and a loving father.
Parents of mine, who am I?
Why am I afraid? Why was I born to see so many storms?
In truth I am just a little girl who yearns for warmth, I am just
A little girl searching for the FATHER’s Light so I can feel at home. I cannot wait to grow…~~
Nhlanhla Moment Mar 2014
You all pass me by as though I am invisible
I am the **** of the Earth and you see no dignity in me
No one knows my story, no one knows of the pain in my eyes
I have seen some really disturbing things
When it was all too much, I just decided to become a solipsist
I dreamt everything out of existence,
I became the only reality

All else just felt and seemed unreal,
I stepped out of a program…
I see you law abiding denizens; wrapped up in your safe and controlled lives
I watch upon the thrill you revel in when lost in consumer behavior
I will tell you a story of cannibalism,
Long ago when the serpents fled into caverns, there were offshoots of half-human/half-serpent, the serpents were the starving peoples of the community
   For most tribes received energy from swimming in the oceans and listening to the sunset and eating vegetation and berries in the forests

So the serpents mutinied, manipulated the tribes to start worshiping the Sun and fearing the Seas
So soon enough they controlled the supply of food and cutting of trees…
In this way the tribes would have to answer to them and this is how the tribes became slaves to the serpent-man offshoots
This story is of cannibalism; yes --- the tribes became food for the serpents, not in a physical sense but rather the energy field in which man was trapped
Was so low that brother would slay brother and members of the family stole from each other.
****** spread, it became a lawless   society but it was a perfect harvest for the human farmers, for this negative energy was their food. In time pyramids would be built and technology exchanged,
Soon advanced civilizations developed and the human farming would take on different forms

There would be malls, money and skyscrapers to furnish a material aesthetic farm. The slaves or food of old would become consumers (consumers-or-the consumed) who would be esteemed
With occupations and certain chosen members, who were once priests, sorcerers would then evolve to be experts and politicians. This herd would then look to them for guidance…
So man build homes, has good credit, belongs to a religion, has a flamboyant social life and is basically kept entertained. So souls would incarnate only to be mined, every generation protecting and perpetuating the scripts of old bestowed upon man by the supercilious tyrants. This would, in the corporate world, mean appreciating clients.

But I am just a hobo on the streets, you wouldn't when you’re trapped in a square couch, watching a little box called television, secured in a huge box called a house.
I feel the rain, I shine with the sun, I freeze with the cold, I see people come and go. I have learned it all, now I wait for the saucer people to come and get me to take me home….
But for now I am a hobo on the streets, (sigh) all alone.
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