truth's light in brief infinite moment of your breath
Dear Reader,
This year here winter did not arrived yet...
its still more like spring or autumn
when you consider its the first weeks of January
and up here in Canada, there is no snow...
Maybe up in further North there might be more snow
but usually we were buried in snow by this time
don't get me wrong I have no complaints about it considering
that I am planning to move...but still its not normal
how it is like where you are at?
is the weather unusual like here?
anyways every year we start to get more used to this unusual conditions
bit by bit we are getting used to what is not normal?
and unfortunately its not only the weather!
we all are living a mass hysteria!
but I can also see that many of us we are experiencing unusual awakening
I believe all these events and horrors, fear pumped to the masses
initiated an enlightenment event among many!
A change in the usual did this!
reader its something you cannot name but you feel the energy of a strange mystical power
a power that is locked inside you..
if you are intrigued what it is...
I invite you to deep digger into this by reading and learning more...
nobody can guide you through your experience
its a journey that you need to take alone
and I cannot promise you that it would be easy
reader follow the cairns you find on your way
trust your intuition
it won't take you to a wrong place
however there is one catch
you need to be willing and accepting whatever the journey holds
than you can understand your lessons and keep going on
never stop trusting the process even at the darkest and most difficult times
remember even a piece of iron walks into the fire to be shaped into use
you will get your lessons in your wounds
delve deep into them
a face of cries, mourns, a fake gig singed, falsely magnetizing hustle of masturbation
Shun, inner self in pestilence, trapped in dungeons of minds veils
heavy lessons not learned by imitating, open heart's ears to the sound of intuition
burn in hard red core bright white flames, let yourself to ashes
free your slave soul in your nothingness, after all you can't die after you die
learn your prison, and the cycles of your feeble shackles
rebel to your senses, envision the truth's light in brief infinite moment of your breath
King H. Ironson
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