Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

Tomorrow is another day, you and I are on our way.
I’ll be there for you, and you’ll be there for me.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

I love this little girl of mine, she makes every day so fine.
She’s my shining star, no matter where we are.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

Now that we have brushed our teeth, there’ll be nothing more to eat.
Now it’s time for bed, goodnight sleepyhead.

Sweet dreams, my little girl, sweet dreams Emma Grace

Of all of the grains that we’ve opted to eat.
Most popular of these, is the one we call wheat.

The harvest of wheat now involves something new.
I’ll lay it all out so that we can review

When harvesting wheat it’s important to know.
You’ll increase your profit if the moisture is low.

To do this you dry it by spraying to ****.  So the poisons attached will go right to the mill

If that doesn’t scare you and fill you with dread.
This wheat is then used in the food we call bread.

As cancer rates grow and more people get sick.
Take a look at your diet and quit believing their shtick.

Since poisoning our food has become the new norm. I’ve made it my duty to share, and inform.

Releasing all your judgments, it’s like mopping up the floor.
You think you have it all cleaned up, but then, you notice more.

The edges and the corners, hunker down to clean.
Shine your light way down in there, to find what’s gone unseen.

Residue, flecks and dirt, from many years before.
Thriving there unnoticed, right atop the kitchen floor.

All these tiny judgements, that your ego makes for you.
Must be looked at mindfully, releasing what’s untrue.

These daily, small conclusions, that you promptly tuck away.
Building up inside you like, spiritual decay.  

Equanimity in consciousness, it’s this you will attain.
Thoughtfulness in all you do, the swamp will start to drain.

So meeting someone out there, that is living on the fringe.
Look deeply and say hi to them, removing all your cringe.

They are you and you are me, it’s this that you will see.
Spreading like a wild fire, as you remember you’re the key.

There’s something about this early group, the ones that started first.
Denying the old to except the new, can never be rehearsed.

They’re scattered sparsely all around, nothing left to chance.
Often seen with underwear, on the outside of their pants.

Switching to the positive age, it’s light that we become.
so working on forgiving yourself, might not be so dumb.

The light that will configure you, soon about to start.
This will help you understand, when thinking with your heart.

With senses traveling higher than, you ever would have thought.
The world we knew will drip away, as old begins to rot.

As our world now awakens, to this glorious new day.
Chances are we’ll meet again, upon the middle way.

I can still climb into the moment,  when I knew what I had found.
Being lifted up so high, that I could barely see the ground.

We think ourselves into the good times, so many when we were new.
Spreading them all around us, our custom relationship glue.

As time passed our love crashed, and we began to drift apart.
Since I couldn’t stop what I felt for you, so I went about breaking my heart.

The in and out, the back and forth, it took me down so deep.
But every time as if on cue, love would make me leap.

Back to you got harder and colder, with every time I fell.
In spite of that, the love I felt, kept me under your spell.

Removing myself from everything, the love I shared with you.
Taught me all about myself, and things I needed to do.

Our time together gave me tools, that I never had before.
No longer fearing anyone, passing through my door.

Love from a distance is a peculiar thing, it’s not like closeup love.
One learns to just send it out, and trust in god above.

When did I know?
What were my earliest clues?
Was it when something amazing happened just for me?
Was it when someone told me I was special?
Was it when animals would communicate with me?
Is that when I knew?
No, I always knew.
I knew from my first memories who the  creator was.
I lived as such, for a long time, through original perception
I enjoyed kindergarten because of Judy Dodge.
She was a fringe hippie, too old to start over.
Too young to realize that it was all just a controlled opposition.
Put in place simulating resistance.
Mrs. Dodge nourished me as the creator.
Making us passports, and flying us all over the world.
Showing us different cultures, and tasting their food.
My kindergarten picture is me, sitting reverse Indian style.
Hands flat together, fingers intertwined.
Resting my chin on my fingers.
A knowing smile on my face.
Black turtleneck, of course.
After that all the pictures are of the creation, not the creator.
The creation began around then.
Growing more and more as I neared first grade.
Finding ways to wear it.
It was the needful pleaser.
It was the shameless liar.
Hiding me from this kali yuga world.
From then I slowly slid deeper inside.
The more control I gave it.
The more it would change my reality.
Somewhere early on I went to sleep.
During this time the creation went about doing its job.
Which was, keeping me alive.
Time passes.
Love happens.
Feeling wonderful.
Seeing between the cracks.
I want more!
What fun!
The creation has been busy.
Building its reality of fear.
Fear is the creation’s only tool, but it has a thousand ways to use it.
Love crashes.
Abandonment.
Pain.
Regret.
Sorrow.
The creation regains control.
Lulling me to forget.
Forget that I exist.
Sleeping.
Sleeping.
Slowly waking.
Bits, here and there.
Synchronic detection rising.
Disturbing and uncomfortable knowledge.
Understanding of truth.
Forgiveness.
Balance.
Self realization.
The veil dissolves.
Disassembling the creation.
Piece by piece.
Fractal by fractal.
Remembering.
Feeling.
Thinking.
Knowing.
Searching.
Finding
Disorientated.
Blinded.
Deafened.
Tricked.
A thin layer of creation.
Like glass, embedded in me.
Discoloring You.
Camouflaging You.
Hiding You.
It can’t let me see You.
Terrified of You.
Can’t exist with You.
The creation sends a blow.
It lands.
The creation stabs.
You bleed.
Thunder.
The creation strikes!
You cry.
Deep rumble.
Your pain.
I twinge.
You Cry!
I hurt.
YOU CRY!
I feel.
I care.
Shattered glass!
Melting fog.
Quantum matching
Love flows.
Awakening to it all.
Remembering it all.
Feeling it all.
Reaching out my hand.
To You.
Completing Our link.
Love flowing.
Together.
Complete.
Reborn.
Creating.
Endings.
Beginnings.
Eternal.

Politics, media, business and such.
The zionists have control deep in their clutch.

To control all the money is where it began.
The last on their list is the bank of Iran

Our zionist rulers can hide in plain sight.
Speak poorly of them, Judaism takes up the fight.

They never can let us separate them.
From the regular people following Judaism.

Any attack on their Kabbalist ways.
You’re tagged an anti semite, for the rest of your days.

All that we know has been taken away.
Slowly replaced with their rot and decay.

We are just cattle that feed them our fear.
Kept in the dark with all the lies we hold dear.

They need that you read all these words and feel shame.
Regaining control of you inside of this game.

The darkness they worship can cause you no harm.
The eternal inside you, is there to disarm.

Once you are honest and speak only truth.
You see through these lies that began in your youth

No longer will the zionists be able to hide.
The light that is coming will be our new guide.