I want to be your devotion
I love to drink your potion
I sicken myself in emotion
What a crazy notion
Finding my own soul
Wanting to be somewhat detached from the system
Yet finding allure in being apart of it
Perhaps this balance making, is always happening
A balance beam of making the world happy vs the individual
Who do i trust
Where do i look
I see flaws in some heavily financed conspiracy theorists ideals
Makes me wonder about my own vision
Makes me think of the argument always taking place
The system is very keen about you, essentially
Far more powerful is such an alien intellect
One that knows more about you than you could even imagine
For example your relative calls a friend of theirs
Gossips about you
You would never know this
People natter on and on as if nothing is happening
Nobody is listening right?
No intellect, no big brother, no alienistic mindframe, no echelon
Safe to say that especially on those good days when ten people talk about you
The system is fattened on your vibes
I look around and wonder what the minders think about all of us
If my home was surrounded my 5 million dollar mansions
I bet i would think differently
I look around at where and how people are herded around
Safe to say that they should just set up cattle grooming stations
Already we have paw cleaning aparatus’s
Filthy paws
Douse in alcohol and sanitizers
Bathe in viruscide
A foreshadowing of things to come
An ant hill gone completely insane with dialect
Where you may look around
And see the future husband or wife
Lock eyes
Swap fluids
And ditch them for somebody better, and more appealing
Mind you nobody is saying love doesn’t exist
Some of the older generations are aware that it does exist
Temporarily
See, it used to be easy to trap somebody into a seemingly loving marriage
1 part children 1 part the bible 4 parts money 1 part house
Now these days the thought is not appealing to many
In 1990 it used to be incredibly easy to operate a family of four
These days you would be classified as insane
For attempting to do so
I am happy with a family of two
I don’t need any special attention
Just the odd doctors visit
Some food
Some walls
A cruise to a foreign country
I am set
See i could sit here in my writing and attest to be fighting for something
A vision
A theory
A thoughtform
A predictable intuitive solution
Safe to say i want to rescind everything i have said
But what would be the point
I want to be apart of my own wealth complex
If i fight it
Of course it will never happen
If i embrace my royalty
And work to balance the forces of opposition and enlightenment
In my soul
Then of course i can welcome my future and my destiny
What good would i do fighting against everything all the time
Nothing would be given
I feel as if anything you hear about anything to do with history, foreign relations, science, and specific power system in place (run by our minders) familiarities of association, pasts, relatives, your own misdeeds, argumentative nature, complex theories.
IS ILLUSION
Why?
Because the intellect cannot prove by its very nature the existence of said theories without further placing you into the illusion itself
How do i know
I have been here before and i will be here many more times
This whole drama has been playing out millions of times already
Just add in a country where there are hybrid blue hair people with pet dolphins in the next matrix and we will be set. Anything can be added and anything can be taken away.
The carefully scripted philosophy of learnt society appeases most in an orgy of seemingly knowledgeable glorification of the individual
Better yet the journalism students would have me assassinated for revealing that every media output is heavily scripted to appeal to each personality type held within the world wide system same with universities, movies
And more targeted forms such as books and movies and music
One individual will love and others will despise its nature
With what seems like a landfill mess of things to buy and own and selections ten thousand of everything for everyone. A world that used to work as an ongoing illusion is currently in meltdown mode.
Not by its own doing
But mainly by personal revolution, anarchy and a general hate for everything alien to our own programmings
The easiest way to continue on the path is to recognize what you stand for and what you don’t and fight for that to progress
BUZZ *errrr wrong approach
The only way for every single being on earth to evolve is to keep evolving with it
Not just simply keeping up with the odd buzzword or slang term you hear through somebody younger than you.
But by EVOLVING always
To do things out of the ordinary
Stand out as a person that hates how things are being run, yet stay happily entwined within everything
Peacefully and intellectually stand out
Don’t throw rocks at windows
Be the guiding light that everyone can look up to, to forward the human race
Somebody that they can count on when they get sick or old
To make sure they are ok
That you will take care of everything
What good are you
Locked away
Or unhealthy
Angry
Dead
The game has been on for ages
It is more profitable to have you off this earth than on it
Only the really good corporations know that the best way to further their own profit margin is to treat the customer as best as they can in under 35 seconds
The rest just make you wallow in your own cattlejuice
Will charge you for things you never bought
Will angrily snap at you
Will look at you and accuse you of things
Mostly every individual has lost the one thing that is essential to survival
The personal touch
The individual is in the process of being lost
The war on the person
I call on my guide it comes as a friendly antelope
It communicates via high pitched resonance
To be in tune with that frequency took some time to master
I smile and hop on and hold onto the snout as she flies with me
We arrive in a yellow betting room
All of the tables and chairs are red
Has an air of the seventies but much less grandiose than that
People were playing an odd card game, like poker
But involving tarot cards
The dealer was saying how every tarot card on earth
Was envisioned by the Masonic entity
Every system of faith, calculation, legal and education, medicine
I kind of gave him the eye
He was powerful
Little vest with bulging pants and a white shirt on dark long banged hair
Cocky smile
It was love at first sight
Apparently you could play with 15 cards at the same time
I went up behind him
Everyone was too worried about their bets to notice
I stroked his hot ass
He kinda backed up into me
I put my mouth on his neck and kissed
By then some people were taking notice at the table
Considering all of the cards suddenly turned to the king of wands
My ant eater was feasting on some grubs near the table and kinda sauntered over to me
Ok i get it
LoL
My time is up here
I hopped on this animal and flew off
She brought me onto a bus full of people
Many were blabbing about new systems of taxation
What a waste of time i thought
Anything political is a game to keep you distracted from figuring out your a slave
And useless to them
What do they care about your impressions of a 14 % tax
Come to think of it
What effect will you have on the guy sitting across the aisle from you?
A lady started handing out candies
Perfect i thought yet another trace program
Yum
So a guy grabbed a handful from her old hand and started throwing them at people and hitting them in the head and also on their bodies, in private areas
Weird i thought
Well, i gotta jet
Of course the baby that was in my arms kinda cried a bit
Yikes, when did this thing come to play? Did i have a child? Where did i get this child?
So i handed the baby to a guy sitting next to me
I told him
I forgot whos baby this was, but i do have to leave now and perhaps you could find the mother for me.
Of course the metro looking guy does a confused half smile and takes the baby
So i walk off and find my hoodie on the seat behind me on the way out the back doors...pulling the sweater out of the doors just in time before they closed
Man this bus looks north Korean
Well, just like that i noticed in my other hand i had a sleeping gull
This thing needs to fly off i cant transport the gull everywhere
But i will happily fly with it on my next trip
Will you join me?
- Shaun A. Delage