The ascension of human consciousness in the alchemy of time,

The Conscious, Sub conscious, & Super-Conscious Mind,

Place these thoughts in a conspicuous place,

Protected by Smith and Wesson glued to my second amendment,

Before we are born After we survive death,

Infinite intelligence calibrated,

A beginningless endless story with one eternal life,

Molecular mole diving through holes of motion,

E=mc2,

A lifetime conversation about the conservation of energy,

Modes of behavior adjusted to determined,

The mind exists and these are my minds exits,

Knowledge of the past present and future buried alive in my corpse,

Technical psychic underground psychologist,

Memory can not be replaced physically,

Informing every rational mortal,

Speak the truth and dare not make believe,

In a world of who you know rather then who you are myself is who I'm helping,

Coincidentally born December 5th ruled by planet five standing out in the midnight sky,

So i write to you Jupiter people on a Thursday made for Jupiterians,

They say Jupiter only returns in your life every dozen years as a hitchhikers guide to the galaxy,

A humble mumble from the concrete jungle,

The elephant on this galactic asteroid belt,

Collecting as much Tin to show you my appreciation....

My eye sockets are being closed by the forces of nature,

My mind will enact the dream catcher,

A motionless dance move i call the sleeper....

Stay gluten free......

Mythic personal healing

Or

Corporate pharmaceutical overseas dealing....

I dream of too much
I take deep breathes
I wish for so much
I close my eyes and pray

I always think about how the stars are connected to the cells in my body
One of them dies and another is born
My neck is cramped from looking up at the sky every chance I could get

Sometimes I think "What a marvelous world we live in"
and then I get into my existential bubble because my mind simply couldn't comprehend the depth of God

But I am glad to hear my heartbeat
I am glad to feel my heart break
For this world is but a fragment of My imagination
and I am part of it after all

So how could you every expect me to shrink my heart
when there is nothing small about me?

to feel a year younger
in an hour,
to have my face filled with
the crescents,
the creases,
these laugh lines
that I never thought
I'd ever see again

to be a year younger
in an hour,
with someone
a year younger than me,
is quite dangerous,
but nevertheless,
the fire of a Jupiterian
never says no to death