The Civil War was never about black slaves and white masters
That is just the narrative we are given
It was about the taking down of remnants from the Tartarian Civilization
Which was overthrown in 1776 on the 4th of July
Which we unknowingly celebrate
The goal of war is to overtake your sensibilities
And put you on a low vibration
War has come to us in the form of devices we hold in our hand
All immigrants are given free cell phones
To mold them into the system
Black Magic tech is to make you react in cyber world
And to alter the algorithms so that your loosh is harvested to the full extent
Your DNA can be edited and augmented through frequency
In the veil of slumber
When your conscious mind surrenders its reign to night time wanderings
During the mist of dreams
You recollect the effervescence of transcendental luminescence
And recall relationships that span the temporal spectrum
The ringing out of laughter in courts no longer standing
The silent gaze between souls destined to meet time and again
The euphoria of past love consummated
Are still recorded in an expansive ledger
Where temples are carved out of solid rock
Kindling within you fires of illumination that sets your spirit ablaze
Textures of a heritage have shaped the mosaic of your being
Like the redolence of incense
That you inhale as you savor the contours of carved stone
Let the filaments of each image entwine with the silk of your waking thoughts
Taste the peccant flavor of forbidden fruit
Kindle change in the labyrinth of your deeper consciousness
Summon the ship that sails upon the glittering astral seas
And navigate it with bold vigor
Crest the wildest of waves
As you skirt the uncharted borders of your emotion laced phantasms
Steer with the certainty of a seasoned mariner
And feel the cool embrace of ancient stone against your fingertips!
