Spiritually Commissioned

Inhale and exhale and close your eyes              
Let me softly memorize your mind with lullabies whispered from the skis              
Shh... just flow upon the crest of my words              
I will always carry you like a breeze to understand my dialect of the Dove when soaring like a Hummingbird              
To the Watchers, the Mothers of nature, catered by the Psalms stigmata to witness, the prophecy of rebirth shall, and will be done              
Into the salvation of my bone marrow, the hieroglyphics of my temple I pulsate as one             
My Water Paradise, this Nubian Queen stands I will commence with bated breaths, of love to atone              
Famine and hunger tossed on the winds, shall be fulfilled, a warm coat of compassion now coveting upon desolate bones              
               
Uprise, the navigators of the Earth, for the flow of water to reach the rebirth of the Sun              
Touch the skies with voices of merriment, sing the songs of old, my royal lineage echoes              
As sure as the Aquarian water from the highest glaciers continues to flow              
Moses parted the rite of passage for the taste of freedom in this 3-D dimension              
Allow the crest of, happiness, empowerment, faith, as you wade in the water, where rebirth occurs to reach your heavenly ascension              
               
The Dove of the Soul Flies              
Allah’s Messengers as angelic beings comply              
May your name be in the Book Of Life, as your head bows, ask yourself first            
What is your worth            
What have I done to humanity to bridge my earthly crossroads              
The mind is the pages of any self-fable, my soul shall travel and lie in wait, what wicked stories I have not asked for forgiveness, have mercy, I am now feeble minded and old              
Allow the grace upon my hand to pass through those gates, the devil is always in fine details in the beginning              
Awoken heart travels by light, to embrace the dark, as the world keeps spinning              
Your life span revolving with no more time to explain all those, I didn't know better, doomsday behavioral encased with lies              
And no more excuses to explain the whys                       
The beauty of any human’s soul resides, in a living, breathing, vessel, the external shell that protects your afterlife           
Life, death, rebirth of the spirit who have shrouded a divine soul shall continue to travel, thrice              
Only sacred dialects who are the messengers, by the will of, Allah’s hands, created for me              
Accepting unto the doctrine of peace when my eyes are foggy and have been deceived              
The armor you wear shall be of your gown kissed in grace  
To show empathy upon the human face              
               
No shadows can ever define the calling of the Sea              
Not in this lifetime or the next will that ever be              
I am ascended energy by the 33rd laws of spiritual degree              
Your eyes are the second coming from what my scrolls have seen or felt at best              
Protect the tabernacle of your intellect              
There are times brewing on Gaia’s wind where patience, family unity, loyalty of friends will be placed upon the doctrines of did you save for a rainy day in time              
The sacred of my messages is for you to always look around              
Bitter clouds are now making mournful sounds              
The dismantling of this great nation is starting to cost wallets, a sinking ship we are all going down              
I have professed this global chaos, so many moons ago, racism and disunity will no longer play a social economical part              
The two wolves in superpower in sheep clothing generational ties to other countries, are now in control, and sadly we are in the beginning of witnessing the ripping at livelihoods, voices are now crying in the light, it is affecting all, the governmental will be soon riding us into the dark              
The New World Order was the 2025 Agenda I advised you, the world will be facing its detriment from the initial start                          
Tell me why the world is encased in fog, why we breathe in toxic air              
If I can tell you how many strands are in your scalp that creates the hair              
I am not here, not there              
My whispers to the wind are consecrated by the Sea currents of King Solomon’s ministry, an embracement of harmony              
An ordained temple where the mind and soul are in alliance and the Third Eye              
of enlightenment has taken the courage of its spirit in saint reprieve                
I bow to humanity and to the starving, all hands must learn to feed              
We are going to rejoin in its needs, the only way survival will be won              
As the Seeing Ra, speaks, the Egyptian God of the Sun              
               
No one wears the crown, yet cannot balance, fate, or destiny, awoken to the curse of its foe              
Believe all what the vision in front of you see, and never what the ears have told you to perceive, ever liar reaps from the suffering diabolical minds have sowed                           
The knowledge of my orb, my staff thy comfort me              
May my lighthouse give weary emotions a place to seek              
I weep for peace among the clouds, to feel as weightless as the stars that shine at night              
The mind never quiets, therefore, feed it positiveness to bring you comfort in the dust of twilight              
As the ancestral spirituality of my culture, our Moorish Queens cherished the Ankh in biblical time              
The soothing properties of the Nile River, once upon a time, we bathed our skin in goat milk, our skin, soft, supple to our King’s hungry eyes, feeding us grapes in the Garden of Knowledge off Allah’s grapevine              
               
We ruled as Goddesses in the firmament, our silent voices in your subconscious heard, since the beginning of time, our vows to oversee humanity with gentle hands              
Always for the woman, child, and man              
No slaughtering to eat              
Unto the animal kingdom of the jungle, no skin shall pass upon civilizations’ lips, a roasted carcass to drip remains of now consumed darkened meat              
Sitting around a table, dignitaries who have caused turmoil asking for a cease fire in alliance, treaties, that will never be              
               
               
Smile and go in peace              
             
Shalom              
               
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