Language Love.

Believe in the ability of language to heal. Let these butterfly and love-laced words infuse your Spirit with the joy from the Cosmas: the feminine genius of consciousness. Ascend.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Soul Cleanse. Prototype.

You are the Prototype.

Amazing how Eye allow my mind to draw the allusion that Eye lost my passion to write. My words are all Eye have---Eye feel that way sometimes.

Today is emotional, Eye feel alone.Although social stirrings surround me, in a crowded room, the Soul is alone. Not looking for a home but just, so in tune with the Throne that everyday Matrix reality is--harsh. Scarcely, Eye smile. Dreaming for a while. My Soul needs isolation from the vibrations of temptation to really--break free from this cage Babylon has me in. Eye want to walk off the plantation so bad--Eye'm still scared--scared to be free. Scared---and that makes me sad. That Eye lack faith in the Most High and myself. Be smart, they will say--but Eye am also afraid.

Dreaming--and onto an Island, where no worries are present. Eye mean--what's Life without chaos, without it, we wouldn't know order. Or would we?

Were we born too suffer? Alone--while the allusions of Life will have you think that money will solve all of the problems of tomorrow and all of the sorrows of a heart so hollow--oh no.

Golden sun rays and silver moonlight, all on my psyche. Something gotta be waiting for me--something gotta allow me to be free. Eye can't stop the tears from flowing today--why am Eye? Why? It's just my Soul cleansing. Lawd she needs it.

It's just my dreams from last night--when my Ankhcestors took me on many flights. It's just ME. All that Eye can be. SHE.

Moon Priestess Rasta Kush Fruit Flavored Goddess, never modest. Naree'. Amun.