Love is more primal than Thought

The ground of being is overlooked

Sleep on Aplomb to break through barriers

Whatever you don't think about is what's watching you.

I don't remember what I did yesterday

but I steadily remember soldiers breaking into us

scrapping the inside of our bones with red hearted embroidered daggers + minotaur sword stares

We don't settle for their destitute demands, we never even blink

Shiva always knows its course, she doesn't like to be alone

I'm forgetting myself in the mirror, I have to go back every few seconds, pick myself up by my wedding ring

Dreamers don't do rem dreaming amymore but I remain The Architect of my Dream.

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But I gotta provide the Prophecy, I'm a Prodigy, Swallow your Pride that Prospers Prominently.

I'm Black and I'm proud to be that, dominant that, past Conscious, trash opposites, I'm that Competent, Mockery Lives, the Media is Monotonous, it's best to be sure, I'm ready for War and I'm taking hostages. Hey yo, I guess we have more than the average package, we are MasterPieces and for the master teachers we are Superior, Schools' Curriculum is disappearing, Mass Incarceration seems to be bland, but they can't erase the Crown. When all my Kings in drought, don't worry about no Money, you can keep your cheque America, you must have thought we couldn't count.

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More Heart Beat Interludes of Love, we are transcending Samsara through disidentification with the body, individual suffering pursues Ascension, private pain points to the ultimate Collective Light. We are popping out of the cocoon, we are coming back Home to ourselves. The new dawn, the new fleur of consciousness.

Cutting any unhealthy cords with the past, meditating our divinity to liberation from ego + wealth, rough beginnings to opulence in the sun, finally. We ARE THE CHOSEN ONES and no-Body can stop us. The promised land. The promised golden sand. Lion's gate 88. 883

Oddball God no. 8

How many probabilities do we need

To make it happen again?

I wouldn't surrender this time

If I didn't have to love refrain.

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Philly street battles, drag competitions, kitchen memoirs of gender struggle, black panther declarations, finding oneself again after feeling lost, we are not excluded from one another, we are not to be excluded, we were + always have been inclusive within oneness.

As we are approaching the event horizon of the supreme ego/consciousness, as we are getting closer to the O point of singularity, mother Earth is pregnant again with the new eye of god, it floats like a butterfly, it will sting like a bee. But don't be afraid, don't hesitate, don't be phased, nonplussed by the illusion. And there is the land of BLISS.

Proof that something can be proof of everything. Are whites the old 'normal'? Is this the era of quarrel, confusion and eternal frustration with futility? Is this the end of the end? Well if it is, I would rather go out with a bang, than a whimper. 999

Insight into the many faces ego takes in this third dimension, how inner alignment is the quickest path to success, womb sensitivity, brief mental health authenticity check up and check in, short Juice Wrld grudge match freestyle, DJ breakdown on stage and a genius Mad Squablz hip-hop piece.