Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Grateful Dead?

I look to all sources for inspiration, I buy into no one way, but keep myself open to see balance and harmony in all. But there is glitch, because there is no balance or harmony in any system of thought outside of yourself. And it is here that I begin my questioning and it is here that I hone my voice, my vibrations, my pitch... for the cry of making all oppression obsolete.

The problem I see is that there is no balance or harmony under the systems of ideology present in the world arena. The systems that create thought. How we percieve the world.
All systems of belief religious or otherwise are set up to place you beneath said system. True freedom, true liberation from slavery
would be to make all systems of belief obsolete. See the matrix for what it is, an unnatural grid with boundaries and limitations
to the human spirit. This is what binds us all, it is all sourcery and magic, smoke and mirrors, symbols communicating above the signs
of instinct.
My purpose is to reveal truth and this takes courage to see because it is not pretty. Most do not want to see or cannot see
blinded by the reflected light of the mirror rather than seeing by the true light, the essence that dwells within all life.

For me it is hard to imagine that people do not question, that people do not look at all knowledge and the sources of said knowledge.

It blows my mind the idea of boxing oneself into one way of knowing when there are so many to choose from, and then I climb the mountain,
to look at all of it and I see no boundaries, only instinct, I see no symbols or logos dictating the powers that be,
except in the minds of men and woman who give life to and adhere to said systems. There is magic afoot and we are under its spell,

just as I am now typing in the characters, the symbols used for spelling, the lot has been cast, ancient runes, the role of the die,
numbers and time are to me a crime.

The true power lies not in the symbol, or the character, or the role to be played, true power, true light
lies in the essence, in the hidden meaning.

Those in position of power have this knowledge and have used it to divide and conquer the masses
to achieve the labor of the many for the few.
Systems bind the essence of life.
The individual unbound has the power to see all.

Rise above the degrees of seperation that shadow this world, see the matrix for what it is and know that it is not you,

but the essence of you is and has been chained to the walls of slavery under an ancient regime, New age preaches love and ascension, I wonder should we be ascending to another
alien grid of control leading us into star wars?
Should the earth be forgotten?
The very essence of our beings, are we created by aliens?
Is god an alien? Are we evolving for the betterment of human kind, or are we being duped into slavery in other dimensions?
These are just
questions, I am just looking at all of it through the experience of my own lenses. I see the stage, I see the actors and the roles,
I see the same stories being told over and over again. The names may change and scenery, but it is utimately the same story and
it is putting humanity asleep, overworked, toiling for the slave wage in a system of perpetual debt and war that keeps the elite above the grid,

overseeing all for there own personal viewing pleasure, high up in the balcony with their spectacals gathering loosh, vampires sucking
the essence of life, the soul of humanity captured for the rapture of the few.

I see there voyeristic intentions, there Rocky Horror picture show,
I see the time warp... I am one woman, one soul, one voice in a world of many souls, if they are legion then so are we.... if we wake up from this dream
within a dream.

We have all that we need inside of us and all around us on this planet. Just here on this simple 3rd dimension, and as I write this
I see the numbers and the magic, #3, dimension, layers of reality or illusion, conception, perception, deception.

"Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight
Red is gray and yellow, white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion"

All I ask is just see, just listen, hear the mockery and the truth in the deception that is portrayed over and over like record skipping, echoing through the ages, there is no new age, there is only a rebirth of the old regime, the dead, the mummified remains brought back to life through essence, the pure innocence, the gold that is you, ordered, stacked and sold on the markets as a commodity, chaos from this order creating a veil, like a thousands of tiny razors dancing in the snow of your tv screen, take the drug and what is revealed are the dancing skeletons, the grateful dead? Or the ungrateful dead sucking out the force of life? Just a random thought... Do we sing the songs of death? Are we the grateful dead? Have we been duped into creating our own demise? I could rattle on for hours looking for solutions in the labrynth of information. In this maze I am lost and here I will loose you too. Grateful on the apex of breath, by the power of air I release all ties that bind my soul, I thank the waters for my life, the mighty river of blood that runs through my viens, I thank the minerals of the earth, the crystal, just as the calcite crystal that resides in my third eye telling me we are the same, not seperate, I thank the fire, the electrical currents that help me to see clearly the magnifcence in the power of the storm, the lightning breaking through to the ether, the doors of perception cleansed revealing the mystery of life undivided. Not the Grateful dead, but the awareness of life within and all around me. The music is all around you... all you have to do is listen. The essense of life is within you and all around you...

I am the transitive orbit... the whole Revve loosh’n void of line. I am the whisper dancing with the soft fine curl of the nape… translucent tender vibes fluttering as wings. I am graceful, free, spiraling…in a vortex of pure intention.