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Yoruba Goddess Oshun Speaks (The Emerald Tablets)
Life is meant to be enjoyed, daily supped on all its beautiful pyramids of ancient affiliations
Revered in all its spiritual dedications
Life and rebirth, no death of a vessel of ascension
Your soul’s energy is the book written upon your past lives, your earthly foundation
Uprise from this 3-D dimension, filtered with hate, and strife, the blueprint of your narrations
Spiritual growth to accept the laws of higher vibrations
Beyond that pineal gland, it’s yours to partake as we all stand on tainted gravity
Allow time to progress with you, not ahead, once mastered enjoy in that beautiful cosmic duality
A spark of love, hope, dreams without manmade hindrance, deterrence, gives rise to forward footsteps not taken in the hesitation
Pillars of salt thrown in the favorable mix
Judgments of presence while learning from the same sky, voices allocating to be the next hit
In carnage, the serpent cries when his tail flips
Intellectual of wisdom devoid of divine true gifts
Given from the Crown, deprived of thy head
Your actions, your self-damnation, your two-edge sword dialect, a dark place where your purpose has been led
Wake up.. wake up... you are your own destiny, believe in it
No matter the struggles, no matter the tides, no matter how the gust of winds may shift
Be you, always
Revered in all its spiritual dedications
Life and rebirth, no death of a vessel of ascension
Your soul’s energy is the book written upon your past lives, your earthly foundation
Uprise from this 3-D dimension, filtered with hate, and strife, the blueprint of your narrations
Spiritual growth to accept the laws of higher vibrations
Beyond that pineal gland, it’s yours to partake as we all stand on tainted gravity
Allow time to progress with you, not ahead, once mastered enjoy in that beautiful cosmic duality
A spark of love, hope, dreams without manmade hindrance, deterrence, gives rise to forward footsteps not taken in the hesitation
Pillars of salt thrown in the favorable mix
Judgments of presence while learning from the same sky, voices allocating to be the next hit
In carnage, the serpent cries when his tail flips
Intellectual of wisdom devoid of divine true gifts
Given from the Crown, deprived of thy head
Your actions, your self-damnation, your two-edge sword dialect, a dark place where your purpose has been led
Wake up.. wake up... you are your own destiny, believe in it
No matter the struggles, no matter the tides, no matter how the gust of winds may shift
Be you, always
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