The more I understand about the human race, the less I comprehend about our purpose and place and maybe if there was a clearer line the curiosity would satisfy. Time based prophecies that kept me from living, in the moment I am struggling to trust the divinity of all the gods and what the hell they have planned for us. I cry for the creatures who get left behind but everything will change in a blink of an eye and if you wish to survive, you will find the guide inside. I go back and forth every single day, the clarity that comes to me in a choppy way, as the feelings and the places and the seasons change, the galaxies remain. Energy fields cone the body in space. The angels that are coming from a spiritual waste. The hate that gets me distant from my spiritual pace. Ten fold the manna when the planets are in place, in polar alignment. Were on assignment. Bodies on consignment. Return them to the circus. And what is the purpose? What is the purpose and would you believe it? Would you believe it if you knew what you were for and how you became so informed? Bodies of info performing such miracles. I am a miracle made up of particles and in this existence, Ill stay persistent, and Ill make a difference and I will have lived it.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 16:43:58 +0000