At the Gates of Saint Peter
This is not at all what I wanted.
The immensity of this shell,
But I must in confidence move on from this point.
And try to do better
Try to be better
We are all divine beings
Though some have forgotten
And others hath forsaken
This side to them.
The voice inside
The omniscient beacon
Of light within the dark
Freedom awaits for those who will grab it
For those who are willing to perceive in a new way
And forget the resentment
The desolation + despair
The isolation and temptation
To become more aware
Not a soul is perfect
We all have been tattered
From cycling through these lifetimes on this beautiful planet
And turning back to granite
The cycle repeats, but will it end?
Is nirvana a spiritually viable concept?
None of us will truly ever know on these lower levels of consciousness
That pollute our every day lives
But if we just for once listen to this voice inside
We will realize there’s nothing to hide
We’ve done not a thing wrong
My only mistake
Was incarnating into a society where I do not belong
But this was the plan
To teach me to reach me
To allow the students to beseech me
But if I am a teacher I must start with myself
Because I am just another too afraid to ask for help
So scared of breaking his word
That there were indeed moments that my life was absurd
Wretched
Horrid
Monstrous
Abominable
But these are just lessons
We all must be taught
The shell is willing to whore itself
But the soul cannot be bought
Nor can it be harmed
As we reconnect with the source
Some are alarmed
But no harm
For this is just a shell
I haven’t a fucking thing to sell
For even the tangible
Just is not manageable
For I am the pen writing this
Where did the handle go?
The grasp on concepts that are so simple
Yet they are but falsities
Taking everything so seriously is definitely a pitfall
This is a symbol
Free thought is now criminal
Thought crime drop the dime
Step into this world of mine
FEAR
That which was holding me back
People told me that so much that I started to believe it
Suggestible
Some of the time I was stuck in that state
But I guess it could be better than eternal hate?
When they say humans can be effected
Just like the water we are composed of
I think they are right
I would not take the works of Masaru Emoto lightly
It is this seriousness and persistent malevolence that has caused mankind’s plight
But it’s never too late
There is always a way to reverse what has been done
There is a way to break out of the consciousness prison
THE ILLUSION
Our delusions
Fuel the evil
Something so ancient
So cerebral
Can save the people
If we would just open
The truth is perceived by billions
But it is not often spoken
Humanity awoken
Enslavement is over
This is now
This is our time
I must tread lightly
I can’t fight what’s inside me
I must let go of any semblance of ANXIETY
It’s fighting me
Constantly
Ferocious inside of me
My vice has always been my anxiety
Those trucks will make noise.
It’s a fucking highway!
How did this just kill the magic inside of me?
It’s preposterous
What monsters
Quiet down your fucking trucks
You fucking punks
I was almost at the gates
The gates of Saint Peter
But you loud motherfuckers . . .
Anything to deter
A spiritual awakening
The vibrations are quickening
The life behind me indeed was sickening
But this is right now
The eternal moment
I am at peace
And free from the torment
But the torment inflicted was my own doing
Masochistic elation
In place of the pursuit of all I am
Or ever could be
The destination is not my destiny
Can you perceive just what I mean?
I am only a man
Not a machine
I just want to live a life serene
And not let the illusion determine me
It puts words in me
Adjectives, nouns, and verbs in me
Absurdity
In perpetuity
Nature does not look congruent to me
Like society
This will not be sold
You are not buying me
ANXIETY
(There it is the fear of success)
NO
I just must serve a higher purpose
Of course I get nervous
Of course I’m distressed
The point is to move on
Past the point of duress
OK
A way to end this
Well how did it begin?
The right and the wrong did not rely on a notion of sin
It had just been and so it shall be
We are all co-creators of this reality
Just let it be
Just let us see
A world without despondency
