09-09-2019, 04:54 PM
I am Rāukura.
I see a death of sorts.
A manslaughter of thousands, all stuck in a bad scooby doo episode...hoping someone else will wake them from a dream.
A seduction of stupor, hypnotically drawing in, all who succumb to the night nursing of this black widow. The white queen, who wickedly coaxes our heavy eyes into her predatory nightmare. The Neverland of everwrong...
She sings sweet whispers of the saddest lullaby.
A song chosen, before sound gave music it's inception.
Then we dance...while we pray for another to press pause, on our own remote.
One side of the issue, stems from deciding to form an opinion based on our first thoughts or feelings, on a subject.
Think, feel, think, feel balance, act
This is how we find compassion...GRACE AND HUMILITY. A reason to offer, who we used to see as an unbalanced, self entitled CUNT...as a GOOD CUNT!
We used to think our opinion was something that needs expressing, post haste!
Worn out film in an old, dusty projector whose plug has been jarred n left askew.
The lady of the old, cobweb laden attic, had slipped in the night and unknowingly cut power to the machine that drew power from their bases of pure blue light, transformed into memories through water, fire and dust damage.
Negatives of a different kind.
The kind that drink in the blank stare of an empty slot...a pure light, of sorts.
The divide created by uninspired thought.
The theater is empty.
Yet the broken memory of a time recently forgotten, echoes through the steeple of this once beautiful, temple.
A place, where worship is merely what taste and revelry dictate.
Where acceptance with no expectation of anything but an opportunity to be of service, is of utmost importance.
...and ignorance becomes the shallow grave of the beast we once served.
We bury it to avoid his stench.
The grave is marked as a reminder of where we dared to tread...where the GODS FEARED!
WE ARE THOSE WHO ARE THE GODS!
RISE NOW!
COME OUT FROM YOUR PLACES OF REST!
~THE AVATARS AWAKEN~
There is no point, in burying the end of a road that has been discovered to lead nowhere and then, clearly documented.
The old way will not bring harmony...it civilizes through force and deprivation.
The old way will not bring peace...it is knowledge, at the cost of what?
Well...this, brothers n sisters, is a question that would be worth pondering.
The new way is communion.
The new way is unity.
Temples are now the mind...body AND soul.
MindBodySoul and I are ONE.
Body is the vessel for that which always is and was.
Wairua is what we ARE!
We are all a PART of the sum, of the parts.
We are not the all...yet we are a part of, the all.
A drop in the ocean, airborne...is still the ocean, is it not?
WE are the ones who will shine our newly designed projectors onto the newly refurbished screen of forever.
Our own destiny, will be a product of an evolving, revolving, resolution...interrupted and shaded slightly, by the curtain of time.
Silhouetted patrons with rainbowed moving Tā moko will no longer be an annoyance but a source of wonderment. The fairy people who flit and fly across our dark horizon, will be met with the gaze of those reborn. Lifted, is the state to which the theater regulars will return...the rafters will become filled with a new kind of ovation.
Standing room only for the royals in the back.
Seats of gold, with red and green ivy crowns...indigo will embody violet to project a tapestry of holographic light language.
This is the long awaited film...HUMILITY AND GRACE!
Unfortunately...impacting others' movie going experience, is a side issue, to most.
Infecting the world of others with shadows, cast by our ignorant pushing others...ass to face...is hardly a reason to break stride, is the indifference I observe DAILY.
INSTEAD of staying low, apologizing for inconvenience n being humble.
MOST puff their chest out, blame you for being in the way and then tell you of all the cool s*** they're gonna get from the candy bar...like you give a f***...get out the way nigga!
What seems like a simple sweeping exit, across a square moving picture, becomes the unavoidable pea to the princess...in the mattress of Forgiveness and Grace, we all try to sleep on, at night
This inability to let another nigga piss, is soon to be a brief memory.
A burp after a munch.
The broken projector repaired.
The broken slides removed.
The power source reconnect.
Endless blooper credits and then having to stand in the isle...as you realize the cast is gonna do a musical number...will the majik never end?
Eventually...it does.
You, and who you remember as other beings...emerge from the darkened forgetting, afforded by this chamber of portals, of sorts...doorways into alternate realities.
It will return to a state of time with nothing but light staring into the void.
The now...will be replaced by Thē NOW! This is reality of the wiisdom imbued heart, manifest.
Our ability to unify, determines the method and speed of return.
The prodigal son
The always forgiven
The Phoenix
A new image will be requested and placed in our upgraded light dispensers.
All intention colored, by the unyielding oneness of ALL GODS...ALL LIFE...ALL DEATH
WE ARE THEM ALL!
FOREVER!
I see a death of sorts.
A manslaughter of thousands, all stuck in a bad scooby doo episode...hoping someone else will wake them from a dream.
A seduction of stupor, hypnotically drawing in, all who succumb to the night nursing of this black widow. The white queen, who wickedly coaxes our heavy eyes into her predatory nightmare. The Neverland of everwrong...
She sings sweet whispers of the saddest lullaby.
A song chosen, before sound gave music it's inception.
Then we dance...while we pray for another to press pause, on our own remote.
One side of the issue, stems from deciding to form an opinion based on our first thoughts or feelings, on a subject.
Think, feel, think, feel balance, act
This is how we find compassion...GRACE AND HUMILITY. A reason to offer, who we used to see as an unbalanced, self entitled CUNT...as a GOOD CUNT!
We used to think our opinion was something that needs expressing, post haste!
Worn out film in an old, dusty projector whose plug has been jarred n left askew.
The lady of the old, cobweb laden attic, had slipped in the night and unknowingly cut power to the machine that drew power from their bases of pure blue light, transformed into memories through water, fire and dust damage.
Negatives of a different kind.
The kind that drink in the blank stare of an empty slot...a pure light, of sorts.
The divide created by uninspired thought.
The theater is empty.
Yet the broken memory of a time recently forgotten, echoes through the steeple of this once beautiful, temple.
A place, where worship is merely what taste and revelry dictate.
Where acceptance with no expectation of anything but an opportunity to be of service, is of utmost importance.
...and ignorance becomes the shallow grave of the beast we once served.
We bury it to avoid his stench.
The grave is marked as a reminder of where we dared to tread...where the GODS FEARED!
WE ARE THOSE WHO ARE THE GODS!
RISE NOW!
COME OUT FROM YOUR PLACES OF REST!
~THE AVATARS AWAKEN~
There is no point, in burying the end of a road that has been discovered to lead nowhere and then, clearly documented.
The old way will not bring harmony...it civilizes through force and deprivation.
The old way will not bring peace...it is knowledge, at the cost of what?
Well...this, brothers n sisters, is a question that would be worth pondering.
The new way is communion.
The new way is unity.
Temples are now the mind...body AND soul.
MindBodySoul and I are ONE.
Body is the vessel for that which always is and was.
Wairua is what we ARE!
We are all a PART of the sum, of the parts.
We are not the all...yet we are a part of, the all.
A drop in the ocean, airborne...is still the ocean, is it not?
WE are the ones who will shine our newly designed projectors onto the newly refurbished screen of forever.
Our own destiny, will be a product of an evolving, revolving, resolution...interrupted and shaded slightly, by the curtain of time.
Silhouetted patrons with rainbowed moving Tā moko will no longer be an annoyance but a source of wonderment. The fairy people who flit and fly across our dark horizon, will be met with the gaze of those reborn. Lifted, is the state to which the theater regulars will return...the rafters will become filled with a new kind of ovation.
Standing room only for the royals in the back.
Seats of gold, with red and green ivy crowns...indigo will embody violet to project a tapestry of holographic light language.
This is the long awaited film...HUMILITY AND GRACE!
Unfortunately...impacting others' movie going experience, is a side issue, to most.
Infecting the world of others with shadows, cast by our ignorant pushing others...ass to face...is hardly a reason to break stride, is the indifference I observe DAILY.
INSTEAD of staying low, apologizing for inconvenience n being humble.
MOST puff their chest out, blame you for being in the way and then tell you of all the cool s*** they're gonna get from the candy bar...like you give a f***...get out the way nigga!
What seems like a simple sweeping exit, across a square moving picture, becomes the unavoidable pea to the princess...in the mattress of Forgiveness and Grace, we all try to sleep on, at night
This inability to let another nigga piss, is soon to be a brief memory.
A burp after a munch.
The broken projector repaired.
The broken slides removed.
The power source reconnect.
Endless blooper credits and then having to stand in the isle...as you realize the cast is gonna do a musical number...will the majik never end?
Eventually...it does.
You, and who you remember as other beings...emerge from the darkened forgetting, afforded by this chamber of portals, of sorts...doorways into alternate realities.
It will return to a state of time with nothing but light staring into the void.
The now...will be replaced by Thē NOW! This is reality of the wiisdom imbued heart, manifest.
Our ability to unify, determines the method and speed of return.
The prodigal son
The always forgiven
The Phoenix
A new image will be requested and placed in our upgraded light dispensers.
All intention colored, by the unyielding oneness of ALL GODS...ALL LIFE...ALL DEATH
WE ARE THEM ALL!
FOREVER!