Raging, heaving almost like a growl the primal instincts of a full grown human child of the stars
They say I'm a late bloomer, that they would've could've should've seen my face from here to the world on out had I made the adjustments unvalued in the current world order
I wont let it be the death of me
Because I know many have died this way, raging seething boiling like a pot a top just waiting for its opportunity to pop, to be given an excuse to let loose, like so many folks that held guns to penetrate flesh of their kindred, a rage so deep its hidden in secret places of the heart that only few have journeyed to understand, fewer revered in overstance, I wont let it be the death of me I am a keeper of my own fate - so I declare it clearly so that the universe hears me:
My own demise will not be by the jerk reactions of my souls cries, panicking to come out and be seen and heard, zooming into a vision or perception of things gossiped or perturbed
Silly ideas about meaning and traps, the love industrial complex or at your hands in a trance
or sex, even as my body aches to be let out like a shooting star- I realized it before and I state it now, I know where these sensation comes about - so I joyfully liveit out - my dream in this world - And it Will Not Be The Death of Me
I will hold it in sacred patience and honor for all of my loved ones- for all the lightworkers and soul stirrers - - all in sacred time - and in the meantime Ill be just fine
I'll sit still in presence and allow the magnetic pull of my soul to express ancient chants blessings over all of my experiences and all that I do - so everywhere I go it will be recognized by the soul - universoul.
And It Will Not Be The Death of Me
As it has been for so many for so long and in so many ways
so many ways to die, what a shame to keep your soul locked in a cage
These cycles of punishment for spiritual accomplishment, punishment that you even exist, punishment that you could feel like that or like this
Violence subjugation and objectification for the fact that you are so fucking divine and you know it
It will not be the Death of Me
Who I am will not lead to my self destruction, judging it trying to wrap my head around it understand or just why just why how could I come to be, how can I exist - what power is this in my grip? it can be so big yet Ive been taught to make it so small to package it to sell it like a painting on the wall wrapped with a pretty bow - No.
For me, I choose to live free, I feel so passionately
And So for the people and the things in my life,
Life has shown me how this big big soul has been bamboozled to shift and try and fit at cusps of extremes in filtered perceptions and social machines
I found my soul hemmed up clashing with conditioning it saw somewhere maybe on tv
I once heard a voice that told me "Dont Go" I was getting ready to go out and play in the snow
"What?" I responded the voice said again "Dont Go"
I stood in silence and disbelief so I asked once more "What?"
The voice said again, this time with tinge of irritation "Dont GO"
A memory that I will always remember, because that day I still decided to leave
Not to listen, and Ive learned many lessons since then, and I have come to learn that some lessons are harder than others and some lessons you can only learn once
So with the power invested in me in the Nommo of my speech I am my souls keeper and I say: It Will Not Be the Death of Me
I Will Never Die
Not only that, I will actually LIVE
I will not enslave my mind, body, spirit and emotions to the whims of someone elses story or world vision, or give it away to the magic delivered upon the masses in classes in races in status in money or even in partnership - binding ourselves to magic that subjugates from the macro to the microcosm
I do not believe the lies that they told me about my life, the whispers that they send through frequencies that they taunt me with when Im alone by myself, in trance or in situations itself
I will not be the Victim of my own truth
through the veil of the compartmentalized state of affairs
Regardless of how him or her or this or that lives - I will LIVE to the truest sense in the world but not of it - I am breaking through thresholds as I write and evolve this
My existence is clear of this : I Will Not Be The Death of Me
Nor is my existence dependent upon any label to make it stable, any title to walk taller
I Will Not Be my Own Victim or Your Victim or Their Victim
I Wont Let it Be the Death of Me
Because in Reality these technologies are just our own reflections looking back at us and these programs are on preprogrammed self destruct mode
Change the Narrative and let the universe be informed: I am a Living Whole Being Aware of Itself and with this knowledge I am profoundly and instantly washing away any construct or perception urging to lead me astray.
It Will Not Be The Death of Me
So where will this gift of life lead me next?
PERCEPTION TECHNOLOGIES
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