I once wrote to mystify a tale of lifetimes crafted in each night and day. So I pray every night as I live a near-death experience before I sleep, and I wonder is it me or my PTSD?
Souls are precious for the soul-less and mine will never be for sale.
There are a million worlds out there and they are all lived here. Whatever might be the vows you've taken, by the morning they'll all lose their meaning because the night is harsh, and we suffer to sleep, and in our agony, the evil entities creep onto us with their mischievous deals.
There are a million worlds out there and they are all lived here. My vision's been recalibrated to see every version of what is real, in threads of colors descending, intertwining with my stomach and neck, like a magical key to a world that emanates consciousness in orange and red.
From the brink of death to love and respect, it is all good when I remember, but what can I do when I forget?
I sleep hoping that the morning will bring back my optimism
Life is all entertainment , just like a psychedelic theater, our thoughts and breath whisper reality into creation. I roam in and out my worldless kingdom Freedom's reserved for the wild and untamed. For who cares to know, we could fly our way out as falcons , or swim our way in as whales. It will never really matter because it's all entertainment , while we patiently wait for the emanations. Expectations emerge from preconceived notions and blocks the transmissions entitled to all sentient beings. Like a collective prophet and a magnet , we learn to filter the commands to percieve the matrix. Finally to redefine and recreate a convenient path that is real. Our thoughts and breath whisper reality into creation, i chose my fun as transmutation, life is recreational.
Sages preach of "knowables" and "unfathomables", but I perceive it to be a cognitive game since my attention is always fixated on patternized characteristics and sceneries.
I've known and loved myself enough to know not to invest my thoughts or actions in impulses Yet from time to time, I tolerate myself.
Life might be identified as unknowable but we all live and die, consumed by a spectrum of unnecessary emotions and intense analyses to finally, ironically, conclude that death is punishment. So, we befriend God like deceitful hypocrites, seeking immortality and monetary advantage.
Still, many believe in the procedure of acquirement through encounter.
Perhaps if you go further for once, you might find human alternatives locked in unusual dispositions, veiled, yet waiting to be discovered.
Death only happens to those who have merit, and what happens in the unknown is never open to analysis, for what stops death is awareness.
I am pleased, might finally speak about my witch friend share with you some of her wits and trends
Masters today desecrate the truth, meditation and visualization are nothing but outdated tools
Culturally, relatively free i write fearless, Contemplation overcomes meditation, Spirituality conqueres religion , I formless, will not abide to your anticipations I renounce my knowledge and education Transparency , revolution, Love works, It has been scientifically proven
We are what we think Thoughts procure reality it has been confirmed quantum physically
So what's your excuse? take control and imagine the best version of YOU
Imagination is the key to reaching everything and beyond
The night has confided in me its secrets, Revealing my paralleled selves. We are all privileged, being depressed or anxious is hypocrisy itself So I've sat and thought , Time affirms knowledge Though i am not my awarness, I feel wired to a hidden intelligence, Unfamiliar images, imagination, Everything is a lesson, Unlearn it to reach the destination
Gratitude brings bliss and peace of mind do not underestimate the advantage of being ALIVE
Alleged linear Ignoring its devious nature, Time is homogenous Conflicting with my behaviour
Allowing ritualized secrets and processes Personalized by fragments that possesses The civilized enablers To protect art in form of divination
Revealing obsequious attempts To pretend the culture's end Ignoring our needs, Promoting that healing isn't real Inculcating us through a pharmaceutical delight A treat to numb your mind And make you believe that magic isn't real.