Life becomes brilliant
when purpose shines upon it.
The other choice is living dim
with a black mirror gripped instead
watching others kick
pseudo existence via scripts
and images
filtered to death.
Kinda wack
isn’t it?
But hey
if there was no fakeness
then who’d accept
robot sex
which is what they’ll unleash
next
for the plebs
who will rush to link with silicon.
I mean
they’ve only been programmed
since back when
to “turn on” tech
with this glyph:
Its not subtle
is it?
Once you’ve seen
the code of the Matrix
you cannot help but question
the intent at the helm
and the checkerboard effect
which offers a hint
we’re within a simulation
built on 1s and Zeros
alternating
which is
once again:
Light and darkness.
The eternal battle.
Something defined by presence
then its absence.
Think again about what I said
and how purpose shines
from within
as it calibrates
your mission in the flesh
versus the alternative
in which many accept scripts
someone else writ
that are then reflected
into them
as they rush to play pretend
and pump fake they’re all content
via the medium of the web
pimping lives they don’t live
to hide the fact
they’re being played
themselves.
Tell em and its a diss
to everything they hold sacred
but
every now and then
the mask slips.
They will
of course
deny this
because in a world
full of fibs
the real is hated
as you simply can’t pretend
to be genuine
so
the question is
what the heck to do
my friend?
That is the 8 billion Soul question
yes?
I sit alone
pondering
such things at depth
and how
exactly
I came back to this realm
wearing flesh
with the rest
seeing things
that do exist
but are
to most
totally invisible.
Not to the schiz though
no
not them
for they
like the mystic
don’t fall for the illusions
of an Adulterated consciousness.
This is why a man must have purpose.
A reason to live.
A goal around which
the rest of your life is built.
The paragon
if you will
and this is why being genuine
is totally essential as it
springs from within
as the Song your Soul sings.
Mine is nothing more or less
than total liberation
of this realm
and my Self
from is grip.
A lofty ambition
for certain
and one I don’t talk
but live
hence I tap the keys
send insight via screens
from my mind to thine
with the intent of shining light
into the darkness
of your inner realms
because that is where
the really real dwells:
Underneath layers upon layers
of fright and stress.
Imprints of this life
and other existences
ergo they have me wondering
exactly what kicks
and why competition is so stiff
when it comes to mass suppression
manipulation
and careful editing of scripts.
See
none of this is natural
for most aren’t causes
but effects instead.
I mean
how can you be the voice
in your head
when you’re obviously
that which listens
instead?
Another 8 billion Soul question
yes?
How many have lived to death
and then back again
without stopping to comprehend
the intent of the machine elves
and origin of the Trickster myth?
Like I said
its a topic as deep as the ocean
from which this is a mere drip
of unfinite consciousness
wearing flesh
pushing the pen
and sending this message
to the collective.
Are you listening?
Till we meet again
