Then, I will weep the breath of my last ancestor Tried. In my palms, the catch of this depth, raining the oceans and floods. Torn out of me, peace replaced by mourning. I will seep of it, Rank of fires, unamassing oh a great mourning and reaping; To love so fiercely this earth, and her body, Never apart from me. Mourning and waxing in tides In pools In wells of black undertow Voids given over as cosmic proportions of self. Anxious. Ever Gestating. Everything toils to grow. It is the bitter frost bitten death Pinned in likeness to Summer char. It is the Spring. It is, the Autumn. In brown timelines of draped hair and ravaging leaves In a ceaseless wind. Anxious. Gut envy dropped and relegated to the motion pit of man. Empathic. C...
MAY 3, 2017 It is by no easy means, that I organize the visions God gives to me. But it is exciting. It is not due to the trust of man, but rather, I have grown in spiritual realms, to begin to finally be able to morph in this one. I was a lucky kid, in the sense, that spiritual or public taboos were apart of my everyday upbringing. It was therefore, from an early age that I already had the advantage of beginning my Shamanic Journey, as this life. I can clearly see now, that this was by no coincidence. From Aliens, Ascended Masters, Ancient Sorcerers, and healers to Jesus, Buddhism, bible truth, and the occult mysteries- there seemed little I was not willing to soak up from my mothers fermenting library and mind-culture. There are few areas I HAVEN'T turned over, when it comes to the occult and mystery knowledges. That being said, I am by no means a professional in most of these aspects...but finally...
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