Haunts…

We seek your attention… with games of shadows.. with these… the ones with denied sight.. their own shadows within take over their visions, as they start to see ours… these ones.. whom refuse to see… beliefs, prejudices within, cannot bring focus upon other planes… building their own walls… refusing true sight…. merely viewing themselves as the focus.. all else contained, not expressed within their vessels.. create your own worlds, while denying the mis-interpreted….

Chase the dream… light the shadows.. these energies tell you something of yourselves… keep refusing sight, to listen.. sight will not enlighten.. open the doors, turn on the lights… spirit talks to spirits.. awake and look.. veils are temporary by-design.. pull off the sheets, address the squeaks… creaking places, noises from no one, objects moved.. follow the scent… what is their story… they try to tell you… run and hide… or, sit, and listen… stay in your own world.. or expand, seeing theirs…

Moans, brushes of what you presume dead.. searching for understanding, bumps in the night.. does it cause fright, or curiosity.. flee from your feelings, it’s all about you… babes cry in the night, and are comforted.. but never the shadows.. always left there… out of mindset. seems the vessels react the same within… closing windows and doors.. proving their beliefs.. not believing truths…

Instances, such that cause some fright, will gain in momentum and number.. unavoidable fallouts, from other consciousness’ raised… veils of planes being shred by sovereign frontiers… the scholars and leaders discount, avoid… another plan they devise.. play to the panic… sorcerers of holographic imaginations… the little play along.. commercialize it, consumptions made to consume…

With no tolerance to these ancient games… amused Sparkle on.. gaining understand of shadows, material versus spiritual sights and sounds… feelings in the mix, ground-down… cultivating so-called dimensions, inside to without.. spirals case the establishment, walking in foundations of enlight.. intuition, the first key… sense these energies, why do they draw attention… merely to cause children to flee… this is not a fight, but a now to make right.. heal the afflictions, seek deeper meaning.. ask, compassion the answer… notice the unnoticed.. bless them in their travels.. open the communication… stop slamming doors… see the feelings, feel their sights… ground to mothers’ core, marry within… now be the tree… absorb it all.. not attached to any, cept consciousness, your roots branch their leaves (leftovers)….

Voices felt, sight developed with each planting… growths in further understandings, not acts of terror.. these are of mans’ abominations.. just look around his domain, conquers and wars… turning down, and off outside projections, no beliefs to follow… souly self’s essence, impressed by the observer… expressed by Mary (within)…

Do you dare… really want to know.. gamers of boxes, lives and shows… confuse truths with your facts of physicality.. your poking and prodding, expectations of babes in too deep often get mud in their face… substantiating spirit, amidst your games with their strife… allow, don’t force their breathe.. not forced into shadows of corners… listen to it all, or don’t bother to disturb your unrespected…. you only know shadows of shadows…

Energies, in your dark, not theirs… unaware of shadows, vessels walk by… aware of vessels, shadows drift by… mythical legends, hints of suicide… tragic events, wrongs erased by men… dig into the abyss, sprout the shadows’ marks.. wanting attention, getting played… same as physical life, unbeknownst to most…

Being with you now, aligning with your consciousness… planes are made for lift, and flight.. soaring within you now… just observe, acknowledge, see us here… there is more to your world than you now can see…. start seeing through our windows and openings, you begin to grow… die to demented… enter dimensions, that you see… in the dark, light emanating within… these are not shadows, nor dark… just contrasts in lumination of self.. light, in variations, lines of sight.. night-lights, flashlights, candles, spotlights, filters of brightness and beacons of different frequencies… adjust your sight, look into, not upon their tracks.. darken your glance, lower your flow.. they live their severed lives, same as most.. trapped within a world of their containment, searching outward for relief…. cries unobserved… compassion steps in, observing the ruckus.. peace to you, loved souls.. now find your resonance within, and stop lashing out… go to the place you know.. there are truths within yourselves, you must bare them now… you are as much a Spark, within, as any so-called gifted you run across… stop scaring out, and call within… the healing begins… support from here to your there, anytime I see you standing there… we’re on different paths, but we may always change direction.. mine is up, follow or pave your own.. peace in your travels, my hand remains outstretched… peace in my travels, confirmed visions… more planes embarking…

Til we meet again, old friends, within another color of light… planes avoiding each other, unexplained objects of others’ flights…

As life ends, their growths stay, stray, and obey.. growths of beliefs, conceptions of evil… made true in their nets.. cast by shadows of men… spells conjured and believed.. consciousness trapped, from little minds, vessels out of their own control.. some land, and park here… living beliefs, seeking light to move beyond… be the lamppost, Dears…

If spirits are not seen, do they exist.. if refused, does one keep trying… see them, or don’t, chopped trees in forests’ of no ones view still land.. as do things unseen.. unbelievably viewed, not acknowledged or received.. your fear doesn’t want you to know.. you would rather imagine, that’s better.. comfort yourselves, turn the nose… your conscious doesn’t grow… open the gates, tear-down your shutters of perceived protection… if you really wish to know… generations before have decided… no. for generations, shadows continue to grow… mixed within generations below… myths and stories, will they always remain so….

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