I am the eagle in my own sky
I am the spider and I have woven the web
I am the determined child building again the walls of the maze
I am the eyes which watch the corridors of the labyrinth
So all that is undertaken during the ‘day’ is so incidental
I gaze through the lenses into my mind scape
I connect with my own dreamer’s doll
.... and impress the task
I commit to the upgrading
... to the reprogramming
As one of the first
... at the head of the wave ...
I live parallel lives which have parallel lives
I am those momentary moments which are revealed in lucid moments
I am the air, the dust, the water
... everything I perceive in this my dream
This is my own mind
... and I comprehend all parts of it are parts of the hologram
That which shapes the distracted mortals I must interact with by ‘day’
I thus laugh at how the sheep jump to every compulsion
Their herd masters reckoning they have me under their control
I laugh for it is my mind and my dream which shapes their responses
They are unaware they are programmed by my mind how to react
How to think
... how to be
... within my perspective
... within the parameters of my awareness
And it is that interaction
... which shapes their own dream and their own perceptions
I know it is the strongest light which outweighs the darkness
I am thus the fear in their minds which inhibits their responses
Out there in no-man’s land I confuse with un-predictable reactions
I hold them all like the spell caster holds those under the spell
I flex and I twist the fibres
...and watch them jump like puppets on the strings ...
It is not confusing to I
It is but part of the dream to me
Something to bide my time with
Until the upgrade has been confirmed
...and the downgrade is complete.