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.
As a child watching from my porch I remember seeing this Women, she was a strange old women, she wore a vinyl grey rain jacket, a box cut below the knee skirt that too was of a grayish tone in color with opaque thick stockings walking in the street along the curb opposite the side of street where my home set carrying an umbrella in the midst of the hot summers heat wearing a plastic rain bonnet over her hair.This Women would conveniently un-coincedently appear to walk the same manner wearing the same thing carrying the same umbrella, at around the same time of day she didn’t feel to be a hobo she appeared neat and clean from my distant view as I watched her from my porch across the opposite side of my street.This situation occurred everyday or at least the days were I would be outside to notice her existence.I could never tell which home she walked out from or if she even lived nearby.One day on my bike I followed her but could not see exactly were she went it was like she was there at one moment but then I would get distracted and turn to pay attention to something else and then she would be lost from me until I would see her again mid to late afternoon the next days following, this went on for years.As I look back I wonder if I was the only child to notice her, it was like she was there but no one spoke of her strange behavior or existence.I wonder what was her purpose, what was mine or maybe she just went for a walk everyday, or maybe…
“Stay true to yourself” a voice abruptly enters through me, in the moment of trying to figure out how to do this. How to do what you might be wondering, well just how to ‘show me’, express, and face off myself to myself. Thinking of myself, I began to understand that who I have yet to meet resides in the quietness of (I, Me). I sat there on my couch and had asked the most profound question of myself, “who are you?”. I took deep breathes and listened, I started to become aware of my extension. I asked another question, well really not a question, but I guess it was this quiet formless thought, almost with no language, (No) I am exact there was no language. In some sense it was some part of me that was analytically trying to decipher the feeling that I had multiple extensions or dimensions of myself within. I am sitting with this expression for a moment, this experience feels true. I realize that I am being introduced to my ultimate state of being my purest form of existence. The conversation went something of these sorts, “Who are you?”, and then within me attention was placed on some part of me that was a complete phenomenon from my skin, my face, my body. The answer was then shown to me in a form of acceptance, verb-less and filled with complete silence, wideness/vastness, reminiscences of space with no end, no beginning, no solid form just there, everywhere. That I myself am not truly seen but I am greater than just some tangible being existing. That this mass of energy is some how discovering inside this vehicle (body) to fulfill some purpose, ‘my purpose’. Since I have been awakened, truely alive inside this world on earth I am enlightening to my souls fulfillment. I am convinced of my philosophy that “Life is a self fulfilling prophecy”.
Feeling all the emotion of crashing through glass walls and relinquishing into the World my mark. My Time to release my purpose onto the earth and bask in the glory of ultimate satisfaction.
What are dreams? This is a question that has made me wonder through many vacant doors within my mind, logic says that they are images concocted by the mind streaming from subconscious thought, or at least that’s my logical explanation. But I believe in purpose, I believe everything serves this World with purpose. Nothing is ‘just because’ everything links the web of life into a certain outcome for a certain reason. A very important reason, (meaning) all things are part of the puzzle and all things have meaning. So what does a dream actually mean. I would like to believe in mysticalties, that dreams are etheric messages from the intangible, imaginary world, like visions from a part of the mind that does not exist inside our tangible relative world. It’s a chance to decode your experiences and seek enlightenment, paying close attention to what is relative and physical and what is not. To collide both worlds, fulfilling the purpose of life. I can except that. Excepting higher knowledge when logic just isn’t enough. Think about the Universe, isn’t it too epic to remain grounded?
Last night my husband dreamed of flying, then he had a dream of a beautiful exotic butterfly, and a vague dream of The Red Wings.
I have imagined the dreams to mean all things beautiful are transforming, releasing loads of mess, lighting the body so much so that he is able to fly. Peace and warmth, like a sunny day surrounds him. Receiving growth and fulfilling purpose.