Sunday, June 17, 2012

This Is For My Southern Kin.

Longing To Make Their Daily Bread Within.
To Manipulate Quantum Spin.
I'm As Barbarous A Totalitarian As Idi Amin.
It Don't Matter Who You Is.
 Your Will To War Gotta Be Directed Within.
Manifest Without Doubt.


Like Benjamin Creme We All Can Be Sages.
Silence The Mind And Let The Bodhi Tree Write The Pages.
Present Is Maitreya, Lord Of The Iron Ages.
He's Here, Up Performing On Stages.


He's At The Planetarium.
Reminding Us There Are No Constellations.
There Is No Dew.
The Sweeping Currents That Flow Through The River.
Flow Directly From You/
So That We Might Exercise A Creative Cosmic Control.
Tearing A Portal Of Infinite Light And Breadth Within The Infinite Depths Of The Soul.


The Info-Warrior Will Concede No Territory This Evening.
You Best Believe Me.
Broadcasting At 1.618 Gigahertz To Those Receiving.

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