Queen Sacrifice

There’s a piece every man needs on his team. His Queen. See, he moves one square at a time, anywhere he please but she can sweep through the streets with murderous intent and tear anything in her way to shreds in order to protect. Its a beautiful thing. If you find it, cherish it. Me, I didn’t have that option. Me, I had to choose different. Me, I had to let something die so that she could live.

Queen sacrifice.

A move you only make if you Know you’re going to win because you give up your most powerful piece, the thing thats in it with you from the seed to tree and is supposed to enjoy the fruits, happily. Me, I didn’t have that option. Sometimes life delivers bitterness and you’ve just got to grin and bear it like an alchemist because that is the Game and how it is. It ain’t what you get but what you do with it as its all energy, in the end. Some parts have freedom, others are scripted. All have consequences in this choose your own adventure in the flesh. Me, I had to choose different.

You know my grandma used to say that one plus one equals eleven if you pick the right option. Otherwise it can be an albatross around your neck that you regret letting in because when home is the battlefield where does a man go to rest? Imagine the whole world at your neck, forces from beyond this realm applying stress and on top of all that you want to do me like this? Me? I had to let something die so that she could live.

Queen sacrifice.

I bet if you asked her right now she’d still be mad about it but thats only because you can’t, won’t and couldn’t see my perspective. Best believe I saw you coming though and did what I did for the best because even though you’d have been a help the costs were too big and I couldn’t live with my Self and what I did… Even though I’d do it again, in a heartbeat, without thinking. And again. And again. And again.

Break the Pattern. Transcend then ascend. Place the crown upon your own head once you become Centered in Self as it sure beats eternal return, doesn’t it?

This isn’t the first time I’m pushing the pen on this topic. Neither is it the first time you’re reading. The wounds are still bleeding, my Soul is gently weeping but I’ll take it all and handle it because if the Game is doling out karma thats been cooking for generations then its my responsibility to bear it in order to liberate my ancestors from its grip. Anyone around me could get hurt. Especially if they don’t listen. And you didn’t. You wouldn’t. It was written.

Whats a man to do when he knows he holds the instrument of destiny in his hand and can push it any way he wish? Actions have consequences. The Game follows a script and, hoo, it didn’t like me doing this because they’d painted me into a corner so perfect and then unleashed the sirens. Multiple. So clever when it comes to making bad look good. No money down, buy into the illusion. Low interest rates that generate immense dividends of confusion whilst you’re too busy fighting the war you’ve been waging you won’t realize the enemy of the state actually dwells in your own kingdom. Till its too late.

Queen sacrifice.

Either now or then, it was going to happen. I simply cut and pasted your grand exit before it could all begin and thus saved them from the suffering as the wounded womb hurts what it should nourish. Its alright though, I handled it by removing that hand from the stacked deck but the Game didn’t like this. Not one bit. Thats why it sent in the team for adjustment purposes and suddenly I saw with a new lens that my friends were actually agents and the part they played in all of this as they amped my worst aspects in order to keep my strength hidden. The significance wasn’t lost, even though my Soul was shattered to fragments. Dust actually, for I was already broken when we met.

Queen sacrifice.

I guess what you attract reflects, in that sense, yes? Another project. Another dream. Another team. Me? I didn’t have that option. Me? I had to choose different. Me? I had to let something die so that she could live and now I stand alone fighting a battle being fought in many realms at the same instance but then I’ve also retained my freedom and the ability to walk out on anything in thirty seconds when intuition starts speaking, within, and the heats ratchets up as there are no obligations.

Its wild knowing that people in your life who you wish nothing but the best and would lay your life down for in an instant actually want you dead and were sent on missions to ensure your intent is derailed, quick, as they activate deeper Patterns of your lineage that the past never dealt with and thus they manifest in front of your awareness and unleash the demon within that you try so hard to keep on a chain because you know its rage is the kind that can kill without thinking. Once its out, its out. Can’t do the humpty dance again. Act like a spy, pose as a friend with your heart as a target by means of whats between her legs.

Queen sacrifice.

I knew you better than you knew yourself as the swan swims around the picture of grace itself but underneath the surface is flapping like hell to hold together the image she is so desperate to sell. Was this my script? My challenge? My folie a deux where I get both servings of delusion. With extra sprinkles and frosting? “All this? For me? I’m so lucky!“. Its amazing how I snapped out of the trance at the last moment before doing something stupid only to nearly be hypnotized to death into doing something reckless. The Game, it takes no prisoners. Only living hostages and when you’re playing it on the level that I’m at, against the System itself, then every thought, deed and action carries a weight far beyond the rest.

Choose your own adventure in the flesh. You’d need your head examined to play the hand I’ve been dealt as most are given courtesy chips to help them gamble and ease in whereas I stepped into to debt and obligation. Imagine a child who must father his parents and then draw the rest of your conclusions as you’ll see the Prince who would be King was born, shaped, molded by imperience that was designed to test his mettle since an infant via the presence of incessant illusions and near constant deception.

Queen sacrifice.

It is what it is. The only option that exists when they stacked the deck with marked cards, crooked deals and chips that signal the truth about your freedom:

Its very expensive. It costs an arm and a leg to live on your knees and the man I was about to be was so different to what I’d been but I knew your preference because when it comes down to an educated ruff neck you preferred the latter part of the equation as it was never about seeking balance. More about getting a thrill. Doing what the others won’t even dare to think because inside a shaved head resides the mind of a career criminal which protects a heart of pure Inner Sense and that is something so exceedingly rare in this realm that ladies tend to hold on with a firm grip when it spins by their circumference and they get a taste of the radius.

Its an electromagnetic thing. Always has been, always will. Thats why sparks fly and most men lose their minds to the say so of the other head but I’m built different in that sense hence:

Queen sacrifice.

But you couldn’t peep Game at this depth. One way or another death was coming. I just knew that I alone was strong enough to handle her kiss whereas the consequences for the rest would’ve been tragic. I don’t expect you to see this. You never had my vision. Nor did you have the faith that was needed in my intuition which is why we had to split so I could double down my bet on Self because its me against the world and I’ll gladly take on eight billion without blinking because back against the wall is me in my element.

Queen sacrifice.

A small slice of bliss can generate a whole load of problems because no one plans on becoming an addict with their first sniff. It just sort of drifts and before you know it its all a case of “Whatever could’ve happened, that boy had so much potential“. Yeah, I know that song well. I heard my father hum it. Ironic, isn’t it, how often we unconsciously become our parents. Unless we do something to stop it. Dare to think different and by rewriting the script I unleashed the powers in and visible that had always been around tinkering and at last got to see the true nature of the playing fields. Killing field is more accurate as all they promise us is death. Even with that on the table you’d be surprised at how few are living as they’re scared to be who they are, actualize what was destined, walk in the shoes tailor made for them. Those are skin, by the way, barefoot. As nature intended. Called “Souls” for a reason… Comprehend and get to healing or don’t and stay hemmed in to the Mind Made Prison with the (false) self at the helm of your consciousness that is pressing its sharp influence against your Achilles tendon as it exploits a point of weakness for its own profit. In and beyond this realm.

Most won’t. Instead they choose the life corporate or some other kind of trick where they sell dreams to themselves as they step around the psychosocial treadmill and the life, predictable. I’ve always been the realest in that respect which is what saved me in the end before it even began.

Queen sacrifice.

With that said, I release you, your energetics and the team you rep as their unwitting Agent in this spin of the Game we all play using our Souls as credits.

Power over me. None. You have.

Power over me. None. You have.

Power over me. None. You have.

Thrice great, spoken as said with pure intent to break your physical, astral and etheric chains placed on one resonant with the all of everything via illusion and deception using false promises from other incarnations. Seals and deals broken, everywhen. Obligations and oaths as well. In this life and any others you can mention both mine and lineage. I reclaim my Soul with this message I extend into the collective unconscious which stands as Witness to all I said as I liberate both my Self and ancestors as well from your crooked web.

As I said, so it is. The Pattern has been broken.

Till we meet again