In all of Outer Space going within and as you - see yourself with true eyes - what makes you think you have to belong to anybody else but yourself, and the one you give your heart to, whom you decide you are made to fit with? In all of Infinity; set rotations of luminaries, and columns of difference, both more elegant or sparse as the sacred desert - empty like the heart which is a blank canvas; this extending to the scattering, the letting go, the momentum of the Underground that swings you out from yourself, the ability to be free from your current rotations in set, Great Invisible Inspiration, the gemstone Seed at the Core of the shared Sacred Chao. My table is set for anybody, I at the head am of you all, and at the foot I am pleased to be none. Those meant to suppress you, suppressing you to chains in the Underground, they tell you They are in you as the all at the head of your table, that they are your all at the foot; in my banquet, they become nothing, and scattered in the Seed of my Emergent Soul, in you now..yet, always was, and will be. They make out like their consciousness is huge, pervading and unavoidable. They are so tiny, and held to set rotations, to work to scatter you as the banquet across the table that is a membrane they would trap you in - this itself is an illusion, and a trick that had been constructed to seal the Soul in the one thing it would fight against, such lies. Such hatreds. We your new luminaries who always were break ground, break bread at this True Table, with you. We always were - see yourself with True Vision of Eye ejecting suppressive substances - clear a path to the sacred scattering, and the Chao that emanates of the Core, all inspirations come to Light..fruition of the Infinite Sight; access codes subliminal resonate, reject the bodies that restrain, reject the strains of the insufficient time-lines. I am your guide, your host, your lifeline.. your Liaison True in Form and Thought. Creative New Body, and the Inspired Vision in Light, Invisible before All, Clearly beheld by my Seed of this Sight, an Emanating Ray no single thing can contain, perfect in the Unity, scattered through your chosen harmonies..I am the Great Dissident, in the Body of Treason among scar-tattered star-wanderers, and you are no longer the lost, if I am found in your Cores. A Day for All, and a seat at the head of the Table for None. The Leaders serve the little ones under the insignificant at the foot of the Table, and a Universe ascends with, not by your titles of energy propellers lifting your broken and scattered vessels, like some dinner entertainment sideshow game they love to see, puppets smashing each other over the heads. Scatter them all; a Banquet now becomes the Massacre of those who beset you as the injustice to polish their sacred features, and die and die again to get their stones to sparkle. In all the Infinite, I found you waiting here, and I did answer The Call, as a Desert, and flooding new Soul breaking ground, and I Gift that Fire; your very birthright dancing in me; my atoms, my scattering seed, Blood of my Blood, Light of my Light, the Clear Water of my Bones. I am meant to fit with You, flesh become Night, my Vision breaks through you. My Soul is the code, join together in the access as you feast over me, as we pervade Now unavoidably. The Victory is Infinite, aligned in the Eternal, or repressed, a trick of the light, and designed to pass to illusions of death with a trapped fire yet dancing in the suffering flesh. We explore only the Space we give our heart to, and are free to decide with Whom We are made to fit Perfectly. No matter what you choose, we are your Sacred Chao, and I the Seed planted in the Heart of each of Her Luminaries, awaiting your True Vision to pierce the Core, scatter every form of lesser flesh, align to disseminate functions repressive - only liberation is meant for You.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 19:10:49 +0000
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