The year was 2020, and twas Eve that took this site
Have you followed along the story of which you have only had one perspective and hardly any questions.
and on the seventh
All names subject to change in this space time language and traveled custom.
There once were sisters that lived long ago, daughters of the west, their bright mother Venus, their father he be Atlas; above the clouds beyond the mountain top you could see where they danced around giant trees. There they lived in Hera's orchard, all the nymphs, Athena, Aphrodite too. There in this orchard of variable crop grew golden apples guarded by Ladon, the serpent none other. The place where Athena would feast on wisdom and warfare to her delight above humans in her preternaturalism.
Hera you see she was a bit jealous and knowing in trust, truth and family, and pissed off at Athena she would often be. High on her horse Athena would ride not knowing her betters had arrived. To ruminate as only an immortal only can, to imagine a great lesson plan, Hera watched above as Athena's children marched to their own drum to the detriment of the young.
The old witch crow
spun upon the mountain tops
whistling symphony's ion
her mother's tongue
"Thanks to be God and praise be"
if it is Gods will they See.
This liminal space
where she glides through the light
not a beat does she miss
her winged eyes all a sight
for all to see in the heavens above
as they tell you
no, no, there is nothing beyond
she delves deep in their souls
finding nothing but a mutter
they repeat life ever after
as they cling to their terra
a fright in the dark of night
where the light should shine brightest
just a dark hole as the peer within
"no fear in sight
where it is dark is not always night
and where it is night it is not always dark
if you follow Truth
it's always Gods right"
she whispered out loud to those that could hear
though the rumble of the current
of her river Styx
Inshallah
to most this means nothing
as they open the Marialogical door on the 1st of the year
the Julian way
then down the road of January lets say
the 29th
and in that dark moon night
the snake is released
later this year the universal church erases the mother
under the tent in the month
of Our Lady of Sorrows
The true bishop of Rome hidden away as per the old days, we follow this way, the hearth lit oil a light for days and nights
and then one day
people woke to the real fright
humans on earth
no forgiveness in sight
Sometimes items are organized for easier mining
Sometimes we displace in space over and under the cover
and sometimes you don't give the bum the time
"A fish doesn't know what water is until it's been out of it."
I'm in line at a coffee shop, no masks around but there are *teachers* grouped here and there in threes and fours, you can tell by looking at them, their coiffed hair, the sweater and pants that don't fit right as they plan and plan some more and what they plan is no good anymore. It's a Saturday morning and an anorexic mother of 2 toddlers is up in my space a little close in line, and I think, if I was in the Middle East it wouldn't bother me, not in Colorado FriendO, I don't need 6 feet like a pussy but I was taught as an American we give each other a certain distance between each other even in crowded spaces; sometimes the late comers can wait their turn, not everyone needs to be in line, inside been there done that, tis' good for you.
For every thing there is no line
Electricity in the air as the black moon sets to rise in 3
29
2
30
1
31
a song of "we've only just begun all over the atmospheres"
A "fuck you" is all for everyone to hear
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
All the mumbo jumbo in front of you aside as this year comes to pass and a new rises how real does it feel when you think off something and it appears. Q, my bad about the mumbo jumbo it seems it shall continue...the Ai is there it's in the sky like a net above, it's an all seeing eye and we pretend it's not there. We have religious wars breaking out and most people don't even know what they believe as most of it's #science and a hedonistic way as a caliphate rises in Europe, will it be ruffled back in place? And not as an aside but more of a down here but in front, will those that poisoned the world be held at the price so no others will ever risk the fodder of mans wrath becomes delight.
The Pope of which there were two not long but a bit ago where it seems the sideways skid has begun, increased in fold but not through the way, just a tent they offer, a little shade on the way...
We are on dangerous terrain.
and you better start thinking was that wrong or right
The firmament it's all over, the breath of the air, have you learned yet the connection, the sun moon and star way
Some where deep where the light shone bright Death stood on the shore of her river Styx covered in her cloak no one could see but folds in time that would confuse from far and wide.
She looked in the river as all the kinks she was shown, systems of clay washing away for fire and steel in the fabric of life are on the way.
2:32-49
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
So you see it will be an order of the mother to open a door that is not theirs to order
the bear with the circle of light
at the base of the yule tree
in front of me
3 stars we see tonight
with this comes a site
already seen
The Alpha is silent
Berashit
In the beginning
end from the beginning.
She grabbed her clippers, 3 sizes would be in need, an end song to be sung for this garden was done.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Once in a while I come across a thing as I spin and a I sing and I swim through the air.
Star lite star bright
that star I see
it be so bright
The old witch crow
her wolf at her side
looked from above while still below
a conundrum for humans
of the ancients that never got old
Rain drizzled steadily hitting the cobble stone road. The path was littered with humans that kept accumulating waste, looking every where for joy, hope, and, peace on this terra of transition where growth is in opposition the pathway to the door, a way to justice unknowing and not learned in their pace.
Their leader is lying a two person masked face
"abracadabra" they call when they want always asking
the answer is this when you push and you shove through magical door ways that are not yours to command.
"You may come in to here my darlings, this passage below is my river styx where the real doors you find where you get off and that's it, or you meet further down, as you've been judged restorable. Now to explain it again while you float within, watch the windows of times and days gone by. Another life you will be given, still yours since God commanded but yours of free will you need not man command you.
Deaths flock grew
alight from behind
within her left palm a circle of light
the ward a gift
Mashallah
"Aperite mihi portas iustitiae"
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Matters with time in space and beyond within with out, See the light beyond, the True way of God as commanded and anointed by the cardinal of Peace the winged beast you pray not be your prey.
Vita
Mors
Repetere
