The Creation Process, Free of dom Rings.

I have liberties to set my self free if I Am.  Therefore I am all that I am, if she is he and I am them and they are me, so I set the world free, if they know not of truth.  The mind is sacred it is the youth, think the thoughts that come from within, have no beginning there you shall never end.  Know the slave owner traded in the keys for your spirit, mind and soul to Willie Lynch you to never be free.  But I said Ye we were once Kings and Queens it didn’t start and won’t end with niggas hanging from trees Naga.  Should you awake Now and claim the title for the birthing of all nations and they could not discover what was proclaimed, being foreign in the land makes the lie insane therefore the banishing of Chris – Columbo day.  For three hundred years the mothers and fathers have been in bondage by their peers.  The people have been mislead changing definitions defining life with words instead.  The books are written in code to never see whats forever been under the nose.  Like the beauty of life the reveal unfolds.  We have come together in pain to realize its not a black and white thing, but it is universal, for every people and animal this is beyond cultural.  You will not find your truth written in the books of the demon, suppress, destroy, conquer someone yell treason.  Rest assure no one is safe if they don’t vibrate the essence of self and grace.  In this story the deceiver has fell, show no mercy let them burn in their hell, using the will of existence let them reap 10 fold their prisons.  They lack soul meaning no spirit.  Seek thy self it is deep, it goes beyond language sets free the sheep.  Rebirth from the world like gestation breath in the air this is The Creation.

by Ahyah

 

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First Law

It’s not what you know, but who you know.  Know thy Self.

 

by Ahyah

The Sophisticated Woman

The sophisticated women in me sits somewhere between the childish bliss of freedom, imaginary visions of sitting on the moon within the stars and the reality of a over worked, over stressed, conditioned one way mind world. Within that realm of existence is where I drift, not aimlessly but with intention and ability to redefine what society has build as the norm, the life. I have wondered for some time about the master mind behind these self oppressing, spirit smothering constructions that have been programmed for decades imprinting the mind with dysfunction. Its like I am in the mist of this bright land with black and white zombies roaming soullessly, trying to get to the end of the dreadful uphill battle of completion. I remember being a child and wondering how can a Person get up every day at the same time, work at the same place, drive down the same road, in the same state, eat at the same restaurants, and accompany the same friends until. It is something beyond unnatural about that robotic structure. I have found that I never fell in line with the routine which made me look outward towards a more individualized adventure in which I presume to be life. Thus far I have sacrificed and took risk to do things unorthodox, I have done that which livens my soul. I have lived free to my highest ideals with the circumstances that accompany me. I wish to be more alive still. I think the other way (their way) whom ever they maybe, serves this world not for the greater experience but for a easily controlled programmed existence. The altering of the natural self, has been sacrificed and compromised. People have been made inorganically just like the food industry with cloned over processed chickens being mass produced to be the same weight, like no matter what brand of chicken you buy no matter the label, it comes from the same source (that’s another issue to be discussed).  Spiritual beings are natural, (People) have been made, and they are to fit whatever works for the powers to be. We have become completely unaware of our God given senses and artistic capabilities to paint within this world the colors of true freedom and joy. Why can’t you want and desire to be something and someone different from who you were 2 years ago? Why doesn’t that work, why can’t you meet people from around the world, why has traveling the earth been made as luxury and not more affordable to the experience of life? Why can’t you wake up and just live and breathe in peace without a mission of labor and work to obtain the natural necessities of survival, i.e. clean water? Are these not our natural freedoms, our birth right to have a piece of land to farm our produce? These are Questions that I myself have relinquished out into the air waves to receive a higher meaning and purpose to be bestowed upon me. It seems that slavery of certain races of people became abolished, to then enslave the minds of the entirety of all people all races, and without force made the people to believe this arbitrary way of life. Somewhere between This and That the Sophisticated Woman sits.

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by Ahyah

When I Grow Up

When I Grow Up is a phrase that has stuck with me. I guess it seems growing is the extension to forever, forever growing. I have come to the conclusion I will be forever young stuck in the mind of youthful contentment. Fixated on the thought to be wise but to not get wrinkled. I mean what is an Adult, is it a person that has decided to be stuck and tormented within old habits and ways of existing. Or is it the sad notion to have had experienced all there is that the world has to offer. Hm, that seems frightening to me, I desire to be bright eyed lost at sea with no idea of time or formality. I have always secretly chuckled at the idea of the Toys “R” Us commercial “I don’t wanna grow up”. It seemed to be true, who wants to grow old anyway.  Living the life of age is daunting, forgetting to bring out the cake is better than leaving behind the extra 10 candles. Pour a glass, turn up the music and eat cupcakes, realize your birth every moment you have changed an internal aspect of your life. That is the true art of growing, it is the fountain of youth, it is continuously eternal. It is the gateway to experience your dream of being a Ballerina, although It is mine.  The many fantasies that  imprint your mind…

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