11-02-2017, 12:00 AM
Wolf,
The mind was finding reason.
The heart was the blood sacrifice.
Yes, many destroy their hearts in their search for reason.
Just a little here, we are, consciousness manifested in form.
Do we speak something truthful here?
Life is the dream, dream is the life.
Somehow we have been convinced of the opposite,
The untrue.
Any culture with spirit, a sense of the beyond,
Has been conquered by force.
Indigenous people convinced they are their biology.
Turned into sheep.
Untrue.
Remember the spirit.
The dream.
The chants hold power.
Emeralds, the eagle, and the tiger each speak truth.
Without words. Listen, once more.
Your emerald spirit, encased in corn,
Hidden, safely kept.
Until the end of the war.
A war waged between the heart and the mind.
The spirit, hidden beneath layers of biology.
Tigers fought well, the shield turned,
The war raged on while your spirit slept.
That is the duty of the ones who have the charge of war:
To be the strength to encase the hearts,
To ensure their delicate wisdom survives the illusion.
Sleep dear one, your message is important.
When it is time to rise, you will awaken.
When it is safe for you to rise, you will stand.
You will not perish.
You are the tiger, the corn, the emerald.
The lily of the valley is savage as it is sweet,
Your spirit is well-guarded as it sleeps.
The mind was finding reason.
The heart was the blood sacrifice.
Yes, many destroy their hearts in their search for reason.
Just a little here, we are, consciousness manifested in form.
Do we speak something truthful here?
Life is the dream, dream is the life.
Somehow we have been convinced of the opposite,
The untrue.
Any culture with spirit, a sense of the beyond,
Has been conquered by force.
Indigenous people convinced they are their biology.
Turned into sheep.
Untrue.
Remember the spirit.
The dream.
The chants hold power.
Emeralds, the eagle, and the tiger each speak truth.
Without words. Listen, once more.
Your emerald spirit, encased in corn,
Hidden, safely kept.
Until the end of the war.
A war waged between the heart and the mind.
The spirit, hidden beneath layers of biology.
Tigers fought well, the shield turned,
The war raged on while your spirit slept.
That is the duty of the ones who have the charge of war:
To be the strength to encase the hearts,
To ensure their delicate wisdom survives the illusion.
Sleep dear one, your message is important.
When it is time to rise, you will awaken.
When it is safe for you to rise, you will stand.
You will not perish.
You are the tiger, the corn, the emerald.
The lily of the valley is savage as it is sweet,
Your spirit is well-guarded as it sleeps.