My Little Rebellion #4

Synthesizing Control

I am a synthesizer.

I am simply asking questions.

Connecting dots.

Absorbing, sorting, sifting to poetic rage that blooms beautiful thoughts.

Maybe fools venture where angels dare never go.

I am an explorer of mysteries, that stir the soul.

Freedom is within me,

Well IF thats the case “someday I may truly be free.

Limitations of imagination.

Limitations of physical abilities.

Limitations of money.

Time, attention, and energy.

Put the shoulder to the wheel…

Discovering whats important, sincere and real.

Discovering in the Scripture daily bread

Discover wise words in The I Ching

The Sage said…

“Fear and Doubt are the enemy”

Reality in 3D says the empire is the enemy

10th Dimensional says Language of Light

Reached through mastering of self one become free

Diving into the silence not noise of words

Stillness becomes a broadcast that we are antennaes

Known, Felt, seen and heard

Our inner work translates to the Ascension of becoming

A remembering just how powerful we can be

Shedding containment, enslavement

To Thy Creator God I sing to be

To Thee myself I sing

Someday now is the way

Not to escape the Matrix but to “Render it obsolete”

Controlled by money

By comparison

By social media Facebook

The worm placed on the hook

Social engineering

Tethered to the electronic grids of waves

The empire is fearing

Jesus Saves

Peeping toms in the machines ……get out of line

Meets with whistle blowers fearing for their lives find

The illegal alien invasions

The epstein files

The political lies

The many miles

To those pure blue opn road skies

The Chinese, the muslims, the radical left and rights

The sowing divisions of people, nations

The mrna long vaxxines nights

The fake the souless the demonic fights

The sleeping masses watching the same ole bullshit news

Still wearing mask

Still we chose

To be victors or to

Playing victims

As they scream antisemite, racist

White supremicist in the winds

Truth is felt in the body

Once upon a day in pure sunlight blue skies a bliss

Once upon a dream that one must insist

That this life is a divine gift.

That there is only the eternal now

As Steve Earl shouts “someday” somehow

Strums the mandolin

Synthesizing time, space, saint, sin, rebelling, fitting in,

Sythesizing hell below, heaven above,

Power of Faith,

Power of Love.

Power of the desire to be Free.

As the Friday nights rains came thundering down on the metal roof

Horses stampeding kittens soft curious affectionate aloof

Synthesizing list

Facts from myths

Memories in pictures goes something like this

Treasure every moment.