Look not around you, but feel all the sounds.
Their swirling and mixing together compounds.

The connections reveal, that behind something drives.
All that is down here, at the very least, our own lives.

Where one thing will stop and where other things start.
With higher perception, you'll see more that your part.

Feeling and seeing, how all this connects.
Awakening the oneness, that the body rejects.

The closer you get, the more ringing you hear.
By releasing your pain, all the barriers disappear.

Hold an intent, throughout all that you say.
Drawing tomorrow, inside of today.

Looking at life, through a cracked mirror lens.
Unable to see straight, or even make sense.

Careful routines, packed with danger inside.
Just outside, all of the lines, you must ride.

Repairing the cracked lens, that you see through.
Is accepting yourself, and loving just you.

Receiving the greatest, gift in this life.
means stop all self judgements, they cut like a knife.

Honestly let go of things from your past.
Denying the lies, brings truth forth at last.

This life takes you no where, you don't want to go.
So buckle your seat belt, and enjoy the show.

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.

The traveler arrives, so let it be known.
Whichever your realm, you are never alone.

There is so much more, than can be seen with your eye.
The new light will help, you see shapes in the sky.

The truth of self growth, are secrets disclosed.
More lies now than ever, still the universe knows.  

If knowing inside, you were chosen for this.
Now come the hard times, that will lead you to bliss.

Removing the thoughts, that filled you with fear.
Easily done, since you’re the only one here.

No longer are you subject to karma’s swift wrath.
Taking your place, upon the middle path.

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

His peering and plotting through drunken red eyes.
The wobbling and slurring, his only disguise.

All of the things, he does wittiness each day.
Bobbling ideas, of how they will pay.

Quick is the daylight, when one only drinks.
Clouding and shortening, the time that he thinks.

Everything, he had planned, went way to fast.
Continually waking, with less of the past.

Feeling the victim, and never ahead.
Hanging to life by a thread til he's dead.

With no one to care for, unable to love.
Blind to the light, that will shine from above.

Performing nightly on a stage, people scream out your name.
Carefully not to get ahead of yourself, and forget that it’s all just a game.

A crippling feature of rock-n-roll life, is a deafness in one’s ear.
Of all the senses given to them, important is being able to hear.

The bitter pains give refuge, Relevant of all you attain.
Hard from normal this rockstar life, always the same to remain.

Singing the same old jingle jangle, showing their souls every night.
sharing the music inside of them, Hoping it gives us delight

Sliding in quite carefully, carving a night out of day.
Another stage, another bus, off to the next place to play.

Big me, stays close now, always feeling never far.
I finally, kind of , absorbed from him, what my qualifications are.

All of my bad choices, and every mistake that I made.
They all share equal importance, to any aces that I’ve played.

Up on Buddha’s perch, this is what you’ll see.
The number of everything there ever was, most important being three.

Arriving at this moment, with its programmed and linear way.
I think back to the where that I was, but with nothing more to say.

As a soldier in god’s army of love, I have only this to decree.
The hardest part, so far, in this, is the estrangement I’ve imposed upon me.

If I had stayed, with family near, and decided not to roam,
Chances are, I’d been locked away, first time I said, adrenochrome.

With inward focus, guiding something, half the world can’t see.
That will change quite quickly , with what, soon will come to be.

Assuming I was chosen since, I never answered the call.
So simply said, the best way ahead, is to never stop giving your all.

These threads that I call, connecting it all, they work something like a key.
Excepting my role in the coming event , opening up to “big me”.

Thanks for letting me vent a bit, guess I’ll call it a day.
I’ve denied the old, to except the new, gave all my money away.

So when you’ve finally had enough of this, call it, organized societal decay.
there’s always some room, hope to welcome you soon,
here on the middle way.

It broadcasts the lie of scarcity, never enough to go round.
Hiding reality from all eyes, ensuring it not be found.

The solar cycle awakened us, now having a common goal.
The search for truth and knowledge, connects our mind our body and our soul.

Be the skeptic with squinting eyes, hearing he “accidentally drown”.
Unlimited supply of narratives, put there to confound.

As all these escalations rise, it will be easier to see.
The more we fight amongst our selves, the less that we are free.

This is happening as it has, seven times before
The golden age of enlightenment, again knocks on our door.

Invisible energy from the sun, ever on the rise.
Changing humanity’s structure, you will come to realize.

As you evolve into yourself, the process, clear to see.
You are the source of all that is, down here split in three.

Place your attention on a moment, see what you have found.
That everything that’s ever been is composed of just light and of sound.

If I had hammer, I'd hit you on the head.
If I had a hammer, I'd hit you til your dead.

If I had a car, I'd drive right over you.
If I had a car, I'd hit your family too,

These violent acts I speak about, that happen every day.
Building up, over time, With all you think and say.

In place of smashing down, with a hammer on his head.
Allowing him to live his life, Instead of being dead.

Take the car you're driving, and give them all a ride.
Not driving over anyone, not even those who lied.

It would be, so nice, if all the world could see.
How smiles from a stranger, grows feelings deep in me.

Seeing someone you don't know, blast them with a grin.
The love that is created, allows you both to win.

Being the in between of all that is, Is what we are inside.
Not confined to this body of flesh, in which we try to hide.

The more we struggle to stay inside, this body that we cling.
The harder it is to see the truth, and all that it will bring.

Vibrational feeling at a distance, barriers collide.
Making your choice in space or time, for you to then decide.

Look at things deep inside, hear the song  they sing.
Seeing the connections around you, as if fastened by a string.

Understand your ego, don't get caught up in your pride.
Crossing over hinders, taking obstacles in stride.

Why am I down here, This place that I'm at.
Constantly changing from this to then that.

Things that can shift, things you don't know.
things that make changes so ego will grow.

Careful inspection, of what's left inside.
Finding the things that your ego will hide.

When you do find them, remove them you must.
Most of them old thoughts, covered in rust.

Still ego's needed, to keep you alive.
If used in small doses you begin then to thrive.


Work on your life, doing things that are right.
Balancing thoughts during daytime and night.

People around you, unable to see.
How the life that's inside you is split into three.

As the world’s greatest poet, that the world has never known.
It allows me to stroll seamlessly, in any town I roam.

Talk to people, tell my shmeele, show them where it’s at.
Some will light up in their eyes and some just say nice hat.

When I find a poem I'd like to read, often they will say.
That’s not something we do here during any time of day.

Stifled and constricted I promptly move along.
Seeing if the next town, wants to hear my song.

We are all the one
you have not remembered the fact
you have forgotten

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.

The darkness that's growing and swirling around.
The pain in my shoulder, that will not go down.

Is it a weakness, that's deep inside me.
In need of forgiveness, in which to be free.

Those parts of me careless, I need to forgive.
Authentic expression, in order to live.

Mindful experience, absorbing the pain.
acceptance of growth throughout all you attain.

Crafting to mindfully, heal from within.
Clearing of things I won't need, to begin.

Think about breathing, and being just one.
This loving reunion will come from the sun.

Why we’ve been lied to and kept in the dark.
Slaves to their purpose,  we keep jumping the shark.

They learned long ago, from all they’ve amassed.
That control of tomorrow requires erasing the past.

Looking outside for the answers you seek.
Is a program they use that is making you weak.

Finding the truth, behind all that they hide.
Is easy as vibrating higher inside.

All from within so that everything is known.
The harvest that’s granted, first needs to be sown.

Slow down your thoughts, to go deep, down within.
You’ll see something new that’s about to begin.

These photons that soon will come down from above.
Activating you with the purest of love.

Understanding that, truly, our world is a stage.
Opening your eyes to this golden new age.

Thinking myself, to when I was little.
Helping me choose, my path in the middle.

Now it’s become, abundantly clear.
The light growing in me, replaces the fear,

Working way down, deep inside.
Processing things, I could never abide.

With trickle of truth flowing in my ear.
Reveals all that’s hidden, both far and near.

Feelings in me of oneness and bliss.
like a continuous wave of my very first kiss.

Sharpness of mind and improving ones health.
Means paying it forward, repairing yourself.

Doing these things, while holding them dear.
Vibrating higher, pulling destiny near.

A signal connects, all the things that we see.
It flows through the spaces, inside you and me.

All things have spaces, much more than their parts.
The knowing of this, will take more than your smarts.

Slow it all down, to feel in the now.
Being able to do this, without knowing how.

Finding yourself, flowing deep in all things.
Experiencing oneness and all that it brings.

You are not made of the meat on those bones.
You are the space in-between made of tones.

Reaching and catching, hang on to the dream.
Discovering that all things, are not as they seem.

When laying down sleeping and dreaming at night.
It quiets your vessel of physical might.

The other two vessels, working as you.
One comes from the place, you'll go when it's through.

The last one is planted and grows in your head.
Combining with others the moment you're dead.

Body, spirit and mind are the three.
***** just one and unbalanced you'll be.

When one is diminished, the others will match.
Swirling together for darkness to hatch.

Know what you are, and what lives in you.
Balance your vessels for a life that is true.

The nature of people, soon easy to see.
As light from the Red King divides us in three.

Time is now short, many parts now in place.
Don't let them fill you with distance and space.

Conflict and turmoil, need to unfold.
Showing your choice in the story that's told.

We each are a thought, a life of its own.
Mingling together with all that is known.

Negative acts, that need to be done.
controlled by intent, and not the outcome.

Hold an intent, throughout what you do.
Selecting those things, that are coming to you.

If it's for you, this intention will gain.
Karma will gather and strike you with pain.

Unload your karma, start giving your heart.
Opening up a new story to start.

Who makes these rules for this world that we live.
Extracting from us things we never would give.

They’re tied to a time back far as it goes.
They have methods to control us that nobody knows.

Kemet, then Babylon is from which they did rise.
I see all they’ve done through heterochromian eyes.

Separate from those, that we think are in charge.
This group has grown smaller, but was never large.

The things I won’t tell of would give you a fright
Those that should know have been granted the sight.

The positive side of our nature will rise.
Letting us see them without their disguise.

The light that is coming, will show that their grift.
Must come to an end as the world begins to shift.

Many small changes, you begin now to see.
How convergence of time, gifts both you and so me.

Date an event, one that you knew.
shifted in time, by one day or by two.

Each will experience, their chosen outcome.
Through entropy, timelines collapsing their sum.

The closer we get, more confusion will grow.
Try to accept, all the changes that show.

If starting to feel, the other times you were here.
The more they attach, they will loosen your fear.

Feel yourself doing things, not knowing why.
Finding success, on the very first try.

Don't put your focus on this hocus pocus, or get all caught up in this play.
Use all the love that is shown from above, to brighten the Middle Way.

The who that it is, that you're waiting to see.
Is living inside you, the same as in me.

The difference in how, you see what will show.
Is changing belief into something you know.

Focus your thoughts, being mindful of things.
Threading your way, throughout all that life brings.

Find the real message, not the one told.
The truth shining through, has your story unfold.

To the last that will happen, you began with the start.
Dissolving designs that have kept us apart.

Seeing how people perceive and connect.
Through thoughts and with words getting all they select.

Truth is a magnet, that strengthens and grows.
Attracting to all, that the universe knows.

Stop for a moment, do not delay.
Receiving what's needed from a feeling today.

Inspection of flow, to choose how you feel.
Opening the doors, you refused to reveal.

The lightnet gets loosened of you and of me.
Revealing the who that you're waiting to see

Coming change expected. Soon the bolide birth begins.

Shining down its brilliant light. Revealing all of our sins.

Lies begin to dissipate. New ideas take hold.

The understanding of bygone youth, is achieved by growing old.

Deep in the upside, on Christ’s overlook.
Words come like songs, from a pre-written book.

Connecting of senses, feeling harmonious love.
Plunging in deeper, seeing something above.

The center path leads up, as far as it goes.
Accessing all, that the universe knows.

When coming back out, the trick is you see.
Maneuvering new feelings, to maintain harmony.

This rapid evolution, creating thoughts from the heart.
Assisting convergence, in which we all play our part.

Focus not on, whether good or bad fall.
We all go together, or none go at all.

Forgiving yourself, and feeling the grace.
spiritually evolving, the whole human race.

Yeshua taught many, using these tools.
The hidden kabbalah, he leaked through his schools.

Not born in a manger, on top of some hay.
September eleventh, the actual day.

Born to a family, more power than shown.
Access to secrets, to practice and hone.

Raising to Christos and all it attends.
Knowing their system, and how it all ends.

Sending his love out, as far as you see.
Feeling inside what he was, and would be.

the other they made, was attached to control.
Sliding the pagan, in all that we know.

This that they took, and all we're taught wrong.
Can no longer stop, what is Yeshua's song.

Rectifying unions, that struggle to bind.
Permeating losses, and feeling behind.

The bindings you work for, and those that you seek.
The strength that you gather, from feeling so weak.

Learning that outcomes, you want to control.
Are not done with words, from your face out that hole.

Mindfully use all your thoughts to create.
The feeling you're after, in the form of an eight.

To realize the all, that is deep inside you.
Detach from creation, is what you must do.

Bring forth your goodness, the voice in your head.
It eats all your fear and your feelings of dread.

You'll see that your method of binding was wrong.
Fear washed away, is now making you strong.

constructing of unions, and making these ties.
By being your true self, you're no longer disguised.

Focus your thoughts, so that you should stay.
creating connections, upon the middle way.

When looking deep into, the systems that rule.
You'll see it began, when you started with school.

Stretching and forming you, into their mold.
Silent control, til your body is cold.

Removing yourself, from the things steering you.
Perceptional upgrades, to those that are true.

Begin with those things, that they give no reply.
Closer inspection, shows all is a lie.

Beyond their control, there is something above.
You need it for everything, you guessed it, it's love.

For love that's created, there's nothing to pay.
Finding the middle is the right place to stay.

A top layer system, above all that we know.
With royals and bankers and popes out for show.

Wealth flowing upward, our system to theirs.
Leaving us down here playing that game with the chairs

The system's a pyramid, but built in's a stop.
just look at your money, disconnected on top.

To get to the top part, means towing their line.
You become then immune to all resembling a crime.

Hear what I say, and you'll know that it's true.
Extracting the wealth of this system from you.

the top part disconnected, that dwells way up high.
Is ours once the red king is above the cats eye.

Until then their secrets will snowball and fall.
The knowledge we gather will make them act small.

They'll give us the ones that are obvious to see.
Hoping that stops us from shaking their tree.

A lie cannot live without energy from you.
But the truth lives forever always looking brand new.

Don't let them fool you, they know what you need.
for filling their coffers and making you bleed.

The way that you stop them, soon you will see.
By forgiving yourself, you awaken the key.

When getting one ready, for all that will change.
witnessing signs, that are really quite strange.

Echo's of trumpets, the sound it will make.
Showing you all the things, really at stake.

To hold all the knowledge, in all that you see.
The knowing of nothing, is where you must be.

Stop on a moment, slow it all down.
Take a deep breath, while you look all around.

Essence of life, that is flowing through you.
Connecting with everything, you never knew.

A change in perception, and all that it brings.
Giving you the, bigger picture of things.

Hard as a diamond and soft like a dove.
knowing the only thing needed is love.

Massimo,
flink å gå.
Han vel kan du,
store på.

Hvit som torsk.
kjenner norsk.

Det er hunden min.

Alltid bli,
sol som ski.
Uten vinger,
nesten fli.

Beste venn.
Til "The End".

Samme skal vi gå.

The light that is coming, will twist and then bend.
Shining deep in, starts your slavery to end.

Very bad men, morals colored from snow.
Standing between you and the things you didn't know.

The few are now ready with burdens they carry.
Removal of multitudes, if necessary.

Knowing that truth, is far darker than shown.
Lies will increase, though their chances are blown.

The struggling masses resisting the change.
Trapped in a program that's meant to derange.

A few will slip out, being called from above.
together we'll create, a new world made of love.

The detachment I'm feeling, from all that we were.
Removing the reason, for which poems occur.

The physical art, that I form now to build.
Requiring some space that these poems once filled.

The movement of time, feels now foreign to me.
Life in creation with nowhere to be.

Distance no factor in a life without time.
Pulling from source, which directives are prime.

A new way of thinking that flows from the sun.
Showing the things, that have long since begun.

Feeling the changes, your life moving through.
Opening up doorways, that you never new.

The masses will struggle and some have to fall.
Combining together in creating the all.

The pull that we're drawn to, calls down from above.
By removing our blinders, we're left just with love.

This that I speak of, I'm tasked with to tell.
I'll speak not of heaven, or even of hell.

This that we are, it flows all the same.
Connecting together, creating this game.

From when we are young, disconnection begins
Informing us that, things we're doing are sins.

Keeping us blinded, and hiding the truth.
Starts with the programming, aimed at our youth.

Crafted idea's, masked in their sound.
Invading our psyche, since ****** was around.

Start seeing cracks in this matrix they built.
It's Falling apart, as the world starts to tilt.

DNA consciousness, propels who you are.
Synched to every aspect, be it near or from far.

Direct connection to everything, this body won't accept.
Digging deep, right through yourself, finding all you've kept.

Life is a solo journey, to find your way to one.
Enjoy your life, and remember that, it's only just begun.