Transmission from within "The Matrix"
You are slaves and I know only because I am writing from the slave pits, where we are Duracell batteries and forced to earn countless sums of money for the government, the legal systems and the credit companies!
I know that if I dedicated myself to it I could see what the priests of the Vatican see! The shaman of the Santo dame church see it too!
They see herd mentality, sheep, hardworking slaves and they do nothing directly. These organizations like the Illuminati, step out of the light and into the shadows behind the scenes being played out. So many of my fathers and teachers teeter between being shameless pushovers and honorable thieves.
As I have learned from my fathers, as I remember now as I sit in the courthouse, it's better to outsmart and do as the law makers due in Babylon:
Create loopholes in lost laws based on their creator's hypocrisy!
Maybe this is the turning point when I the alchemist give up my possessions because they are so few, and return to being the student, the guard, and the 9to5er.
Maybe I will flee like so many who are drafted. After all I did just get an out, I can be an Italian citizen soon and leave my America. Freedom lies within the world and under the surface where the shaman describe the underworld.
Tick tick tick time is on a countdown: to 2012 or 17 tickets up from 61 to 78 the number of my birth and death as I am allowed to approach the window of all that is and all that they want to take from my nothing. And the guy next to me (with) a number before mine simply counts the 100$ bills in his hand.
With all his money and all of my relations... Will we be able to leverage the universal aho?
It's time for a change of intention:
To become the priest, the shaman, the alchemist, the adept, and the initiate!
Else my time to be a battery is here until 2012 or longer. Just one moment before me there is 77 and that's all I remember
"I am the Roots of the Earth Spilt out upon the Linolum Floor" was written during a traffic court waiting room experience while listening to Shaman's Eye by Liquid Bloom
Namaste,
Yogi Trevahr
You are slaves and I know only because I am writing from the slave pits, where we are Duracell batteries and forced to earn countless sums of money for the government, the legal systems and the credit companies!
I know that if I dedicated myself to it I could see what the priests of the Vatican see! The shaman of the Santo dame church see it too!
They see herd mentality, sheep, hardworking slaves and they do nothing directly. These organizations like the Illuminati, step out of the light and into the shadows behind the scenes being played out. So many of my fathers and teachers teeter between being shameless pushovers and honorable thieves.
As I have learned from my fathers, as I remember now as I sit in the courthouse, it's better to outsmart and do as the law makers due in Babylon:
Create loopholes in lost laws based on their creator's hypocrisy!
Maybe this is the turning point when I the alchemist give up my possessions because they are so few, and return to being the student, the guard, and the 9to5er.
Maybe I will flee like so many who are drafted. After all I did just get an out, I can be an Italian citizen soon and leave my America. Freedom lies within the world and under the surface where the shaman describe the underworld.
Tick tick tick time is on a countdown: to 2012 or 17 tickets up from 61 to 78 the number of my birth and death as I am allowed to approach the window of all that is and all that they want to take from my nothing. And the guy next to me (with) a number before mine simply counts the 100$ bills in his hand.
With all his money and all of my relations... Will we be able to leverage the universal aho?
It's time for a change of intention:
To become the priest, the shaman, the alchemist, the adept, and the initiate!
Else my time to be a battery is here until 2012 or longer. Just one moment before me there is 77 and that's all I remember
"I am the Roots of the Earth Spilt out upon the Linolum Floor" was written during a traffic court waiting room experience while listening to Shaman's Eye by Liquid Bloom
Namaste,
Yogi Trevahr
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