Releasing the dark persona of her fetishes.

That can turn a holy man into a sinner.

As you Intertwine With my cosmic soul shape shifting Tantric sexual intoxication essence. Your body sway with rhythm, like it is in a tantric epileptic cosmic sexual seizure.

As I deep dive down your waterfalls of your milky way.

Seducing you with my cosmic tongue.

As your essence of your waterfall Grace my tongue and my textured beard.

That drives us beyond the borders of the fleshy skin that we contemplate is this the reality that we live in As we transcend though space and time down the rabbit hole of Allison in wonderland Free flowing through the cosmic energy of multipulation

As we move thought Twilight Zone of the void of tantric sexual intoxication.

This is only one aspect of her souls, that she doesn't realize that there is more of her souls looking to vibrate and a higher frequency of the spider Web network.

The poetries or stories that you'll be listening to. We'll be listening to these are moments into the windows of the Souls, into the multi dimensional cosmic madness of others

Poetry beyond borders is the moments when I have a thought idea or words, that comes to my mind. That is stimulated by the surrounding , environment that I am close to water are nature.The words automatically flow from my mouth and these are my moments.

How to protect your energy is broken into three episodes. The First episode talks about thermal energy , thermodynamics and behaviour of how human being learn and categorize things.

Episode 2

Talks about the benefit of Creating Safe Space in your subconscious mind.

Episode 3

I do a Self hypnosis induction showing you how I am able to get into my SubConscious safe space using self hypnosis technique , audio suggestion and anchoring techniques.

The boy on the slave ship. Part1

the story takes place on the slave ship.

Morpheus the god of dream you brought me to this frogien land  that I now call home.

 where  the sky bleeds white dust and the stars in the sky look like thieves in the night.

 

 Morpheus the god of dream as I sit and this  boat of  this slave ship. that is taking  to this foreign land . that I now call home.

My hands are chained   and my feet are bound together. Sitting in the pits of the bottom of hell as I feel the waves rocking back and forth.

 

As I close my eyes I remember the time I was free where would run free in the wilderness with my ancestors as we dance and celebrate their freedom with family friends and others.

 

I have taken my childhood for granted and not appreciate the freedom that I once had. as I sit in the bottom of the pits of hell with my hands chained and my feet bounded together.

 

 Morpheus the God of Dreams will I ever be free from these chains of  bondage and this mental slavery of my Oppression.

Are  will  I died on the slave ship to that is taking me to this foreign land that I now call home.