...through a Metonic dream

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foreign [Music] the distance between those that see in those who cannot is dungeon programming when a growing body begins Awakening to truths about the world they live in it is the Agents of artificial intelligence X who desperately want to continue the conversation inferring that we haven't already made up our minds that we have not already weighed the evidence and found the opposing arguments wanting sometimes negative default programming attempts to have us believe there is more to know in an effort to steer one down just yet another false Trail sometimes the act of learning actually morphs into a loss of knowing we are intuitive and we have no need of persuasion truth is multifaceted in what is solid for some may be amorphous to the many where you are but where I remain may never be the same but this is acceptable for the acquisition of knowledge is not the purpose of life nor does it benefit us in the long scheme of things we are raindrops descending back into source with every single fall the force of our character emanating ripples that touch others through this life Sim we owe no one the sin debt we are told that we carry is an empty note for the Great War was it was one long ago the eternal security of our race of divine Immortals has been purchased long before we enter this illusory struggle we are 99 finished with the similacrum cycle as of September 2022 the year 5916 Annis Mundi since the last great lithospheric displacement this year of 2022 is the 7260th year since this great trial began and when we are done here our true purpose will be manifest cocooned immortality if you think the creation was a single event then you have some surprises coming surrounded by a host of soulless husks who boast of their Humanity do not chain yourself to obligations imposed by the world you owe no light to the darkness to believe your work is necessary is sit in Saving the shades that are around you is to blaspheme the nameless to infer that the over Soul had not already provided them a path I know there are some who regard me hatefully seeing the sacred in me of sinister Minds corroded by their acidity of their venomous eye or raging against Revelations that upset the comfortable boundaries of their self-created world I see their evacuity this emptiness of soul that compels them to both search and dismiss the very things they seek and I know that there are spiritual warriors's Giants warlocks of the Soul Spirit wardens and enchantresses that have silently worked in the shield wall that has protected me steadily yeah mortal Vikings and Valkyries Soul Alchemists who scattered hordes of Shadows seeking to impede my projects War has been with me all of my life but the battlefields of artificial intelligence X require us to discard the armor the wands rings staves and Blades we've dawned against the darkness the coming conflicts will be cerebral of the mind and the Heart it is this fight in the last days that we receive our greatest protections the soul that dawned the armor of the world will have the entire world to fight but the soul who stands only in spirit will have the power of the oversoul itself it is these soldiers artificial intelligence X has never been able to silence the silent ruins of a hundred forgotten civilizations are our Testament that we have survived them all and what any one of us can do in the personal we can all perform their lives they riddle in my rhyme this day I am carried back 19 times through through a mittonic dream to the day the moon marked my soul I had stood in the dread in the desert of Donut Den and ancient calipatorov did not slay me the measures were put in my hand and the numbers in my mouth by one who spoke in secrets if I was a devil I'd be a televangelist flowing through the Sea of Faces I sometimes still myself people continue on their tasks objectives leisures unaware they are studied I see their interconnectedness this system of invisible compulsory urges that influences us to behave the same responding kind so many conditioned responses they flow like a school of fish in a current ebbing together but swearing their free willed I smile but I too play the fool believing I am disconnected droplet I am actually drowning in this Maelstrom for which I observed from the inside I see Souls on the streets without a home the soul is who limp in the in the night way down by their addictions the haunted eyes of those who believe they no longer matter the dead do walk a world of Pleasure and Pain of Plenty and famine only feed apart from another various deity in the design but of no God I will bow to this Predator versus prey ecology and Society where the immoral or rewarded and the Innocence take the fall no God of mine my soul abhors this God the shadow parading is a lightbringer this desert demon from a burning bush who promised to starve to impale to slay my ancestors if they didn't obey this Arch fiend who broke all the rules to enslave humanity and then deign to be our lawgiver I defy this imposter this lord of flies that Praises corpses and causes funerals while promising his victims of safe passage Good Harvest and numerous children the blessings of Earth to replace those of Eternal gain I hate this God who stole destinies who fashioned this world of violent confusion this deceiver who has hidden our histories disguised our own misdeeds and cast blame upon his victims and I know I'm not alone others have the sight they perceive that this shell is a copy not a world the chords of my soul vibrate and resonance to the presence of a rising Collective who are going to see and do great things way makers torches lit like impenetrable safe havens in a growing Darkness the song of my spirit longs to leave to pass on to the other side to begin a new Avatar so when the Doom shape reappears I could be young strong and ready but this is fantasy I know I am meant to pass through the coming fire to survive and prepare the way for those who are still blinded by this demiurge whom my soul despises this liar his delusion so perfect his next machination will be his magnum opus his Sistine Chapel to deceive if it were possible even the very elect in both the description box and the comment section below you will find my personal email ask me any questions you have video ideas I'd like to hear them and if you want to donate all those buttons are accessible below playlists and everything you might need access to the gates to my websites