Every day
you rise from bed
shake your head
and tell a fib.
Do you know what that is?
That you are awake.
You aren’t.
Not one bit.
Instead you’ve slipped
into a trance
you’ve worn
since back when
two words
first shattered
your internal realms.
All hence
has been a dream
my friend.
For some
a nightmare
without end.
Tis the price of wearing skin
in times of mass ignorance
for we run
that way and this
in search of the next hit
to dim the pain of existence
we’d rather die than admit.
All of that said:
I am awake.
I am without beginning or end
my vibe is not of this realm
but simply visiting instead.
Pure unfinite consciousness.
A gift
from the Prime
who pre-exists.
You are it as well
my friend.
Comprehending this
in the flesh
is said to bring enlightenment
but tis a dangerous trek
to the depths
of ones subconscious
where ye find
the most demonic things.
Some yours
others inherited
and many just presenting
and feeding on your resonance.
Yes
I can see why schizos
flip their lids
for its the only sane choice
in a world so far on tilt
that it questions not
why childrens glows does dim
after their internment in
their local camp of concentration…
But
that is another topic
for it hints at the deadening
the en-trancing, eh?
Tis filled with spells
this English thing.
I am awake.
For many lives
I’ve wandered this realm
looking for the off switch
to the simulation.
See
one cannot die
for states do shift
but the baby brain
equalizes the opposites
but the Game does recollect
your credits and debts
hence the heart and feather thing.
From one spin to the next
foes as friends
and then the flip
till I comprehend:
They’re all teachers
in the end
secretly conspiring
for me to win
ergo they gift
enforced enlightenment
which is akin
to riding a rollercoaster
of consciousness
whilst others sit
on more sedate attractions.
I am awake.
If one can find
the point that is still
like
say
what listens to voice
which talks within
then the rest unravels
quick
but shh
don’t say a thing
for if you did
dare suggest
the presence in your head
is a predator of consciousness
then a cheery
“To the mental asylum!”
shall ring
for the Game protects
its investment:
Action
without potential
or a lubricated sandal
on a slippery treadmill
that beams FourK signals
at your head
that make you think
you’ve done it big
and progressed
from A to Z
when
in the end
you have done
no such thing.
I am awake.
I see the Game
both on
and behind the stage
the wings
waiting
with bated breath
to unleash a digital heaven
upon this realm.
Thirteen K
of upward swing
in which everyone
is attractive.
The work?
“Important and mysterious”
they said
and the sex
is without end.
You truly will enjoy it
of this I am quite certain.
Until it clicks:
You were born plugged in
into a neural dream
that beams its views
like a TV screen
but without the black cube
you do grip
to decode the message
I’m sending.
I am awake.
The veils are thin
but its about to get
super thick.
See
to be fed
the pred
needs you to stress.
Or some such thing.
Ironically
its also an invitation
to awakening
but most will sprint
to avoid
emotions
feelings and sensations
that dwell within
hence the demons of the mind
and all the rest.
Oh no
not him.
He gets a front row seat
and VIP invitation
to this gig
but the wheeze is
they say he’s tripping
when they’re the only clique
that don’t sink
into the web
of optical illusions
in this realm.
Fascinating, yes?
8 steps ahead
we have the mystic thread
which is pure gold
and super thin:
The Psylense.
I know it well
for I am it
ergo
I awaken
from the misidentification
of segregation
with the all of everything
that animates this realm
and if reffed by many texts
that all miss the important bit:
The sought
is the seeker
seeking.
Let that sync in
and you too may swim
where the well adjusted
do water tread
and get wrinkled stress
whilst the madman
is drowning
as the mystic
smiles and grins
and floats
through the abyss
with three words
shared as a gift:
“I am awake”.
Before adding:
“The process of
transcendence ends
not a jot
for it is
continual refinement instead”.
As a hint
the world wide web
of historical myth
posits an age
most golden which
did dip
and shift in increments
to get to the stage which kicks
at present.
That is the gift
my friend.
Unwrap the golden circle
by realizing the trick
of red and blue shifts
as past stress
is an invitation
to let go of the baggage
whilst future threats
never happen
as your own life
doth attest.
Know the Ledge
reality test
and believe not a thing I’ve said
for we each exist
within our own
reality tunnel of consciousness
ergo this message
comes from within
via nothing more or less
than a figment of
your imagination…
Till we meet again
