Hiding History

Making histories, and what we learn.. conquering, down to us.. discovering stories long buried beneath the seeing, but not the digging.. that umasks their programming, of what they make us to believe.. why change and rewrite truths, unless stringing us along to make lies reality… believing the teachings, of trusted teachers.. finding they didn’t do their homework, and they’ve failed the testing…but not its system..  spoon fed remembering, not the learning.. removing all knowing, changing it to be lie f’s… shoveling what’s been dished out, and clouding our living… move along, inquirers, nothing to see here…

masks and shadows, they keep a lid on the raising, of light and consciousness that comes from the knowing… halting the flows, of hers and our continual growing… stunted growths, from stunted Ones, afraid of the growing and knowing… layers, shadows cast along everyone’s path to keep us in the thicket… confusing the nature, of the beast.. told what to see and believe, maintaining mass control.. of keeping the light on, for all to see, the discovery of sovereignty to break out of structures.. of who we are, and what may be come…

digging and removing faked histories, points to staying on the path, removing veils from pasts handed down freely.. institutional mindset, keys to conditioning.. no longer digging up paved roads, but paving owns.. subjects to their follies, of what is an illusion, and why they get to decide….

leaders, elects, puppets and masters of fate.. theirs first, the unrest if it meets their needs.. strange skies, they paint upon our eyes.. mining our perceptions and these times.. timeshares of roads with shows, and storms to cloud further understandings.. trying to block flows of those seeking mores.. wading through their moors, and not getting stuck in them, while searching for hours… not considering time, leaves theirs behind.. now staying, and marching through the abyss.. of their state, and remaining in motion through ours… ditching their physical prowess, and shoveling out of the shadows.. not allowing their dreams to come true, biases of unnatural courses, given, not freely, but with chains attached.. we loosen each link, and gather interior winks, that come with the knowledge.. of little Ones trying to keep a lid on us, and flights beyond their nonsensical creations… sensing, nonetheless, nature is being played… hers, and ours.. to end and change cycles, above and below… yin and yang are under attack, within and without, spraying our conditioning.. and realities…

been in wars since we’ve been in time.. keys to understandings.. of their makings, and covering tracks.. wiping out naturalistic nations, of peoples, consciousness and core principles tied to Her nature.. ebbs and flows, now reined and waned, purged, consorted and consumed.. where’s the flow in that…

plantings and makings now from Her nature.. through our selves, and raising light through the awareness.. of what was, and what may come.. of rising awareness.. intuition, riding our alongs, growths in the thickets, can’t be contained.. rising up, threw the weeds and vines that bind.. all the while peeking through the jungle, of shadows and figures, fighting for hearts, souls and minds.. of others, under controls of understandings and his story… burn the tower, raise the snakes, never endings, of awares’ nest.. staying in their place, not of your makings.. living in their perceptions, worlds and inviting sleep to the slaughter of wakening… up, out, creeping and crawling and clawing to get out.. onto your own.. not governed by select few, but you..

gardeners plowing, tilling, and cooking their own books.. plantings of owns seeding, watering and nurturing.. from hers to ours, from hours of cultivations.. solar and lunar move within union.. of polarities, similarities and rituals, natural to their risings.. and fallings, in and out of our worlds of some out of their minds eye for seeing, and feeling, the weak knees in a vessel, from lackadaisical spiritual endeavors, above and below… wounded sub’s coming up, casting darkness on its sun.. signs of times, we’re all caught up within… feed the tree.. of a miracle growing.. express your inners resonance towards knowing, and being… here, to continue growing…

Love and Light , noble and true, Dark and Hate, points of views.. Towards shades of light, and dark, shaded by preconceived notions… feelings in knots… Equilibrium calls for attention, plant, grow, and spread your wings past lower hues…

ground, raise your foundation, flee your coop.. of previous histories, planted in your youth.. grow and flow, weary of conditioning.. start your own, with each thought, and prejudice that enters your mind.. mine the weeds, trashing your insides.. recycling is Her nature, not ours, of shit on your path.. and shit you partake.. wake to the stench, and be on your way.. to butterflies and lily fields, of higher flights, sights and smells.. on the way of conceptual thinking… growing in refuse… and in the now, of knowing… requires a gatekeeper to thoughts, to allow transformations, from pupae chrysalis of incubated thoughts and feelings, kept with ceilings.. transgressions to flyers, held down by the weight of it all.. contained, within the container, sealed by its shipped… by default or transformation, we decide… to remove the seals, lighten your mood, and weight stuck inside your structure.. feathers and scales, reminiscent writings, lit spirit has already scaled judgments of polarities.. history made some, some made history, for better or worse, we’re making ours to own.. or change.. the power for such a feat, rests at our own demise.. affecting, infecting all others knowing and perceptions, of who I think I Am…

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