End of the middle man, end of the translator, end of the line, no more need for church when the whole body is a church, the whole world is a church, no need for a priest to connect you to god, for god is in you, no Buddhist, Muslim, Catholic, or Jew can connect you,
one only need to connect freely to ones self to see how nature and we are one so falls the walls of Ameri-Co, transparency sets in motion a global realization of new possibility with out the master running the race, all wars and tragedies are based in religion and money is just an extension of the institution, in god we trust, lust, greed, envy, hate, all have a end and so we come to the bridge of our reality, who we have been, who we will become is up for debate~
The evolution of consciousness is simply waking up to the paradigm that we have been controlled and manipulated by the wealthy elite ever sense history was recorded. the idea of the middle man like a priest is no longer necessary to contact GOD or Buddha, the one spirit, divinity, or physics. It makes no difference we can now acres any thing we want because we are conscious, we no longer need the rabbi nor the shaman, we need only awaken to who we are, no separation, no boundary, we are no deferent from our own thoughts and so we have to become responsible.
The world is upside down America is on fire, a wild dancer eyes closed fist clenched America swerving carelessly trampling taking laughing America is like a storm touching down with every step America look at you, your pants are around your ankles your stomach is fat with fermenting matter you’ve stolen from everyone else America, your bowels are leaking from busted orifices and it has left a long trail of and hopelessness & disaster America why don’t you get your shit together America you put everyone else through your shit and still demand yours first America is sinking into it’s own implosion and it is rotting from the inside out, no vail of secrecy no illusion of grander America, just a dump where bad dreams and lost souls carry on with selfishness and waste America it is over.
I am a condensation of energy. A relationship of organic agreements drawn together by electro magnetic plasma who’s words are bond to a vernacular called my body, even though the reality of the idea of “mine” is just that an idea. For that matter so many relationships in agreement demonstrate a singular I is impossible, at first, we all see our each self separate. But as the cup who holds water fades where doest thou water go?
Only as far as the source, the original spring from which it sprung so sang the singer who’s lips described universes. I kissed her once have you seen her lately tell her I’m looking for her. I caught a tag tonight, was it me?