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.
“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”.
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.
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…
I have sat here before, the feeling of what is has already been. “The light shining exactly and the mess of the desk like it was“, as if this had been before. The feeling of being lost in time and space where all things are just memories and nothing is solid. Elusive, as in dreaming and reality is lost. Within some altered world not your accustomed solid foundation. This has me thinking of everything and almost believing nothing of what I thought I knew. The lost’ness of time seems so captivating to the mind. I begin to think grand thoughts as if I had questioned every answer back to a question and nothing makes sense if you really dig deep. Somewhere down that rabbit hole you realize that there is no end, no bottom. It appears to be this black hole that extends deeper within the more you seek. The thought of this lost space and time would be blamed on polarity or duality but I have come to examine what makes energy if all there is ‘is just that’. Where is the beginning why does it never end and maybe I should just focus on the occurrences rather than logic explanations. But what happens exactly at the point when you begin to feel that your life has already been played, I mean not your complete life but certain moments. Why those moments and not the other what does this mean.? I wreck my mind with these thoughts, not in away to where it brings stress but in a sense that my mind is blooming like a flower, the blossoming of originality. I realize my purpose beyond description and I am safe and satisfied in that.. It makes me feel important on such a grand scale, that my life and existence is intensified too the point of No beginning. This makes me feel closer to what some call God, regardless the visual concept or understanding we as humans take God to be or weather believe in no God. That (god) word is just a word it is the energy and Creation which is the Divine whole. Therefore we can all agree that our lives are beautiful and purposeful beyond description. This all started like it happened already.