It feels like a strange time to be born,
Riding the aethers like a feather in a
storm,
Tossed from white to black; from left to
right,
From happy to sad, from down to up …
Mortal life … the driven wheel stuck in
the rut,
Not like it was before … not anymore,
A strange place to be right now …
Funny sensations coursing through,
affecting the mind …
Toxic poisons in food … bitterness on the
air …
Strange signals hang in the atmosphere …
The walls appear to have ears without
sounding paranoid,
Funny clouds drift by … and even the light
bulbs appear to play their own tune.
The strangeness is apparent now
As the enchanters seem to be ruled by
desperation
Despite their 24/7 attempts to prevent the
realisations
It seems that the divine inspiration is
now here.
Out of nowhere thus come the distractions,
The distortions of truth … the glamours to
betray
The poisons to suppress … and the madness
to contain
It all seems so obvious now …
As the higher mind connects with the lower
puppet
And relays its instructions into the
conscious mind
Despite the most determined attempts by
the predator beings
Somehow … the change is here and is taking
place.
The madness is now extreme … everywhere
Confusion … and delusion … as the
falsehoods wear loose
And the foolish appear more foolish …
their ego now out of control
And the selfish become more selfish … as
they want more and more …
Light now connects with light
As like attracts like is now so very true
Old friendships now end as new ones are
made
And life for so many … is now no longer
the same.
Adjustments are being made on the manifest
plane
Changes spiralling down from on high
The handiwork of the tireless on the
highest high
Their physical representations now
awakening on cue …
