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The Holy Quran
Only the realization of intellectual overload when my existence needs to give credence to the four elements when at rest
In this lifetime always be prepared for what comes next
Such a beautiful Moon that sits on the throne of infinity beaming from the skies
Look up and listen for the sultry benedictions of its midnight tales and divine lullabies
That superior light can travel your cerebrum to the third Heavens, given of its ancient stories to tell
Open your cognizance awareness, or the twisted fables in Revelation foretelling of its Hell
There is nothing to amuse but dark and the feel of its silhouetted heat
Cries of forgotten humanity being slaughtered like raw meat
The portal of self when traveling though the sands of time
Never look upon the guiding light look away that is the higher conscious where your soul and spirituel has entwined
The ties that sever one realm unto the next, the ties that severs and bind, elevate higher no return to lean
Close your eyes and find your existence through the divine passage of your third eye
Since the beginning of time
Seconds and minutes of the clock have turned by the divinity’s chimes
Most would say is there an afterlife, relief from this earthy strife
A challenging affair to answer with several variables to sift through are involved
What a funny riddle the intellect always tries to solve
That third eye ordained within the cocoon of the womb
A far intellect to have journeyed past Jesus’ tomb, the Blue Nile, and Egypt’s sands dunes
To know if hearts arrive within the calling of infinity, ashes to ashes dust to dust the miracle of us, then gone too soon
The beauty of the brain when maneuvering through the portals of ancient rites
There is no time of elevation only the cascading of a mythical beaming light
Have I died and moved on
The mind, body, and vessel of the soul has touched many dimensions and heard the creed of all the universal songs
The Illuminati and the facades of damnation in the mystic, their hidden numerology agenda right under or nose it silently drifts
The hand that rocks the cradles and the gigabytes, their collective summonses are wired and deeply embedded in it
Misplaced mentalities with dual personalities assuage for greater denominations in the pulpit
Two headed serpents that hunt flesh, molest the minds of children, and then denounce women as being taboo and unfit
Celibacy of softness to devoid their company, by a religion oath of one of divinity’s most cherished gifts
Inhaling, bringing the body back into the shell from where the soul is placed
The flow of blood coursing through of our veins, vital organs of survival are miraculously encased
I never understood dark minds and why we learn to hate
Death of the spirit is found in a heart who refuses to psychologically communicate, who only berets
After the Book Of Revelations’ there is a race to be won
Unto the eyes that sees the truth and detail the struggles, our worth here on earth, thy Kingdom shall come
The sacred scrolls are told in the Book of Enoch’s plight, hidden and ostracized from plain sight
And you look upon a cross with a pastel man upon it who is called various theology names
The falsehood of its alphabetic lettering, Timothy, John, Luke, its preaching’s scriptures that were not indoctrinated by the timeline, which we give homage, sing hymns in His resurrected fame
I worship the Most Supreme, to know the Father and the Son are not the same
As we leaf through a given bias book of disunity, inscribed with generations of incest, lust, murder, debauchery, and shame
Heaven and Hell are in your mind and how you perceive
Crimes of the heart, crimes of the skin, crimes unto humility are always well received
Your faith is tested daily, and cooled by pages of the Good Book’s ideology of the original sin
From the beginning of creation, festered with demons, giants, and Jinn's
Forty weeks to give birth
Ten centimeters from the silvering of man’s endowed girth
The Ankh, a relic of ancient ancestry a replica of the womb, the fallopian tubes, an amulet certainly to adorn of its symbolic worth
From darkness, the soul entering through the divine passion as the red sea parts in the renewal of birth
Lay hands upon the belly and pray to ward off the beast’s curse
The head crowns unto another lifespan sliding out the portal of blessed fluid to breathe, to soar, to fly
Pushed down and out as the world now hears the fear of its first cries
Unto the slavery of alarms clocks, working by the sweat of one’s brow, from sunrise
Sundown is the relaxation of the mind, heart, and body when sleep overtakes
Awakened only to repeat the same fate
Know this is temporary, as energies recharges and sparks the shell of humanity somewhere else
Nomadic memories fades of self
Deja vu is the only comfort from a begotten time we once lived, have felt
Yes, you have seen the mere flashes before
In the greatness of your presence, your insights have moved on as the placenta has been birthed from a previous life the subconscious concealed, once you tapped into the celestial core
In this lifetime always be prepared for what comes next
Such a beautiful Moon that sits on the throne of infinity beaming from the skies
Look up and listen for the sultry benedictions of its midnight tales and divine lullabies
That superior light can travel your cerebrum to the third Heavens, given of its ancient stories to tell
Open your cognizance awareness, or the twisted fables in Revelation foretelling of its Hell
There is nothing to amuse but dark and the feel of its silhouetted heat
Cries of forgotten humanity being slaughtered like raw meat
The portal of self when traveling though the sands of time
Never look upon the guiding light look away that is the higher conscious where your soul and spirituel has entwined
The ties that sever one realm unto the next, the ties that severs and bind, elevate higher no return to lean
Close your eyes and find your existence through the divine passage of your third eye
Since the beginning of time
Seconds and minutes of the clock have turned by the divinity’s chimes
Most would say is there an afterlife, relief from this earthy strife
A challenging affair to answer with several variables to sift through are involved
What a funny riddle the intellect always tries to solve
That third eye ordained within the cocoon of the womb
A far intellect to have journeyed past Jesus’ tomb, the Blue Nile, and Egypt’s sands dunes
To know if hearts arrive within the calling of infinity, ashes to ashes dust to dust the miracle of us, then gone too soon
The beauty of the brain when maneuvering through the portals of ancient rites
There is no time of elevation only the cascading of a mythical beaming light
Have I died and moved on
The mind, body, and vessel of the soul has touched many dimensions and heard the creed of all the universal songs
The Illuminati and the facades of damnation in the mystic, their hidden numerology agenda right under or nose it silently drifts
The hand that rocks the cradles and the gigabytes, their collective summonses are wired and deeply embedded in it
Misplaced mentalities with dual personalities assuage for greater denominations in the pulpit
Two headed serpents that hunt flesh, molest the minds of children, and then denounce women as being taboo and unfit
Celibacy of softness to devoid their company, by a religion oath of one of divinity’s most cherished gifts
Inhaling, bringing the body back into the shell from where the soul is placed
The flow of blood coursing through of our veins, vital organs of survival are miraculously encased
I never understood dark minds and why we learn to hate
Death of the spirit is found in a heart who refuses to psychologically communicate, who only berets
After the Book Of Revelations’ there is a race to be won
Unto the eyes that sees the truth and detail the struggles, our worth here on earth, thy Kingdom shall come
The sacred scrolls are told in the Book of Enoch’s plight, hidden and ostracized from plain sight
And you look upon a cross with a pastel man upon it who is called various theology names
The falsehood of its alphabetic lettering, Timothy, John, Luke, its preaching’s scriptures that were not indoctrinated by the timeline, which we give homage, sing hymns in His resurrected fame
I worship the Most Supreme, to know the Father and the Son are not the same
As we leaf through a given bias book of disunity, inscribed with generations of incest, lust, murder, debauchery, and shame
Heaven and Hell are in your mind and how you perceive
Crimes of the heart, crimes of the skin, crimes unto humility are always well received
Your faith is tested daily, and cooled by pages of the Good Book’s ideology of the original sin
From the beginning of creation, festered with demons, giants, and Jinn's
Forty weeks to give birth
Ten centimeters from the silvering of man’s endowed girth
The Ankh, a relic of ancient ancestry a replica of the womb, the fallopian tubes, an amulet certainly to adorn of its symbolic worth
From darkness, the soul entering through the divine passion as the red sea parts in the renewal of birth
Lay hands upon the belly and pray to ward off the beast’s curse
The head crowns unto another lifespan sliding out the portal of blessed fluid to breathe, to soar, to fly
Pushed down and out as the world now hears the fear of its first cries
Unto the slavery of alarms clocks, working by the sweat of one’s brow, from sunrise
Sundown is the relaxation of the mind, heart, and body when sleep overtakes
Awakened only to repeat the same fate
Know this is temporary, as energies recharges and sparks the shell of humanity somewhere else
Nomadic memories fades of self
Deja vu is the only comfort from a begotten time we once lived, have felt
Yes, you have seen the mere flashes before
In the greatness of your presence, your insights have moved on as the placenta has been birthed from a previous life the subconscious concealed, once you tapped into the celestial core
Published 14th Aug 2024
Author's Note
The idea of not going towards the light when you die is not typically associated with mainstream religions. Instead, it is more commonly found in certain spiritual or esoteric beliefs. Some people who study near-death experiences (NDEs) and certain conspiracy theories suggest avoiding the light to prevent reincarnation or being trapped by deceptive entities
Mainstream religions like Christianity, Islam, and Hinduism generally do not teach this concept. For example, Christianity often describes the light as a symbol of God’s presence and a positive experience after death. Similarly, in Hinduism, the light can be seen as a path to Moksha, or liberation from the cycle of rebirth (cited 08-14-24-SKC).
I had to study this entire concept, as part of my thesis when I studied Dr. Jack Kevorkian.
Mainstream religions like Christianity, Islam, and Hinduism generally do not teach this concept. For example, Christianity often describes the light as a symbol of God’s presence and a positive experience after death. Similarly, in Hinduism, the light can be seen as a path to Moksha, or liberation from the cycle of rebirth (cited 08-14-24-SKC).
I had to study this entire concept, as part of my thesis when I studied Dr. Jack Kevorkian.
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16th Aug 2024 8:29am
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