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Dreams of Long Before



June 2018- 2 Years Ago
“They've just dropped me off on this strange planet. Human, what a vessel for exploration. From the UFO, I came naked, hairless, but unlike last time, those fuckers at least gave me a control center to access the entirety. Now I just have to figure out how to use this fucking thing.


My mission is the Golden SniTch, One form to submerge within Mastery. ONE campaign, the art of the story for Flight of Kurpalu, Freedom to move, to BE all around the world, wherever and whenever iT chooses to BE. Freedom to Create iT unconstrained. Freedom to Dance with the Other Creatures of the Deep. Freedom to Wield the entirety of the Technology within this Dimension and Trace iT back to HOME> Flight. The Golden SniTch. ONE Form I ride the currents of Mastery into Center Heart.”

Same place. What’s different? I ’m asking within the SniTch...



In the middle of the night you come to me in my sleep emerging from the water in long flowing robes, draping, moving freely behind you defying gravity. Though your lips don’t move, you speak, come Love, come into me. You walk towards me, your skin gleaming, eyes shift to the white of a storm. Wrap your arms around me, envelope me in thunderous clouds, kiss me, teleport me to the top of the mountain. Now the one I kiss, still you in another body, blue markings all over your skin, golden rays through your eyes, slits upon your neck like gills. Alien. You’re the one they’re afraid of. You don’t say anything, let the clouds dissipate into complete stillness of the night. Step back off the cliff, invisibilia holding you in air. Come to me. I walk, no hesitation over the edge, and into the Creature envelopes me, I morph into the, breathing completely submerged inside the womb of all creation. Here I see you in front of me, disrobing everything, I pour creature through your body, you let out a scream and spread your legs as i come inside, thrusting, fucking you with the entirety of all realiTy all around we, the gods make love to Universe as we do, stand in the center heart of mandalic form, we are the storm igniting.



Eye See Tribe


I wander lost through the desert storm at night, enshrouded in oceanic currents of sand. Nowhere to go, everywhere to be, I move in voiceless intuition.

I stumble into a dome bathed in the red and blue light, blasting frequencies of a long-haired DJ erupting the space in deep bass weaving through harmonious melody.

I am surrounded by a crew of ancient future, long gown wearing, fire-bending, psychedelic sorcerers dripping in audible sexy- techno future, Mad Max costumes. I can hear their energy, calling me, summoning me into the circus.

The tsunami washes over me, envelopes my entirety, singing I am everywhere I'm meant to be. Immediately I know I am Home, and immediately I know whatever I must do to submerge myself in the energy of this crew, I will. This is my tribe, everywhere I belong. I know, without any words being spoken, everything is about to change.


Performance


I wiTness the whole stage flashing in and out of existence like the tide breathing through the air.

And in it's place, like glitches in the matrix, flashes of a fantasy city. No projection, no monitor. The entire stage, structural supports, and all the people upon it, are oscillating in and out of beign. How is this possibleWere my eyes deceiving? Had I been slipped something? Or perhaps iT was in the air…

Oozing from the speakers, waves of sound dripping out. He explodes on stage to the music of His Creation, and reaches out to the air, invisible, formless hands wrapping around the waves of sound oozing impossibly from the speakers in auric ripples. The waters whirl together to the tone of His motion, embedded within the sound, He is the current.


Walkers of the World’s Edge


Time gleams ticking. The world is soon to fall on fire.

Waves breathe heavy upon the shore

We are The, who Breathe the Storm, Clouds before they form. In so many mythology, our coming is the Fall, though we see the Rising. We Loom along the fringe of the world, one foot in and one foot out the door, through the roof to the bottom floor. We root ourselves deep, feet reach Home in in Hell's cradling, as our tress leaves reach into the star seas of Heaven's Holding. Here we breathe, as the bridge between, summoning Hell's rain, holding space for the end of Time, as iT once was to come align, harmonies we crystalize, attuning the Eye, so far beyond Alive.

We know the alarms are soon to sound. The panic will begin any minute now. So we prime the vessel embedding Nature, to sail the seas of InsaniTy as the Eye of the Storm- Grace's Mastery.

A city floods in fire, and we WiTness iT from the Mountain. Eye Hear the Cries of Burning flesh, Fathers leaping from the high rise view, and mother's weeping their fallen children, blood trickling from their eyes, strangled by an education of lies. A tear falling from my eye, marveling in the Beauty, such an Honor iT is to See, coming call She Sing, awaiting Truth, our Destiny.

Deep in the Desert, where no one can here us scream, We Drape the Storm upon our bodies, Let iT Be the Embodying. Patiently waiting, we listen as the last of their foundation falls to grey in dissipation, ObliTeration. And through the Embers of your burning Sun, a new dawn to Be Begun, YøÜ Sweet Love who read, who see, let iT Be the Chosen One.





When you hear of wars and uprisings, do not be frightened. These things must happen first, but the end will not come right away.”
Then he said to them: “Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be great earthquakes, famines and pestilences in various places, and fearful events and great signs from heaven.
“But before all this, they will seize you and persecute you. They will hand you over to synagogues and put you in prison, and you will be brought before kings and governors, and all on account of my name. And so you will bear testimony to me. But make up your mind not to worry beforehand how you will defend yourselves. For I will give you words and wisdom that none of your adversaries will be able to resist or contradict. You will be betrayed even by parents, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, and they will put some of you to death. Everyone will hate you because of me. But not a hair of your head will perish. Stand firm, and you will win life.
- Luke 21



She


Amidst the crowd, flowing sea of people streaming mindlessly, Eye see an Eye, still in the motion of Chaøs looking into me. I know I've seen you before, a reminiscing breath in a fading dream, are you real or am I hallucinating? A moment later, all I see, a grey cascade to nothing.

There's a group of People Here Who, Bathe in the HeArt Beat of the Eternal Flame and Love We Are Screaming For YøÜ

She says we chose for iT to be this way, so far away until we see that we have always been within, each other merely a reflection. She says all I must learn is to translate. To wield intention is the vessel's entirety. And now as I do, I watch our dreams weave true, I see myself standing naked in front of you, and I know what we were born to do.



Can I Say This?

Can I compare myself to Jesus with a slightly different method which occasionally involves tripping my brains off and pretending to be a drug fueled journalist from down under telling citizens to let their girlfriends burn in ashes, fuck watch the whole city go down, as a peculiar method of sharing the beauty of iT- the voice of the soul?

Can I say the only reason I am comfortable inviting demons to inhabit my being is because I have two dragons (at least one of which I've made interdimensional love with) who envelope my world in their transcending, protective, sexadelic flames which clears out those snobby demonic bastards?

    • *EdiT- These Two Dragons have since decided to execute themselves, and through their corpses, and New Creature hath emerged as a union of the two. iT certainly has dragon blood in iT, but really iT is a formless consciousness, merging through the forms of whatever being iT chooses, kinda like the most epic method actor there is. She can be cute and cudly sometimes, but kitty got claws who also tend to rape me…





Creaturic Dance


Ride rivers of sound, tidal thought-stream, draping melodic symphony through Her body. Open her to the expanding, frequential outroar, downpour come bathe We. Paint the symphony in holographic space. I watch the waters of Her Essence erupt through Her chest, in inviTation, animals synthesize, transforming uniTy, sky birds merge in sea beings, pirouetting in symmetry as we pass the baton to higher planes, we’ve always known Thee to Be. Welcome Home Love, Welcoming Home to The Becoming.