(B03C33) Chapter 33: 99 Good Knighting Ceremonies in One Second

Stop-Watching A Dog and It's Worshipful Mass of Sirs Flux Bony Biscuits to the Crip & Blood-Player's Ball at Pachamama's Typing Recital

“TRAPPED INSIDE THE WALLS. CHAINED TO THE STALLS. AUTO-EGYPTIAN MUMMIES ARE WATCHING IT ALL. HOW SHOULD I FEEL WHEN MY HAPPINESS DEPENDS ON YOU?TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH WOULD CEASE IT TO BE TRUE. FLASH YOUR BLUE EYES FOR AN HONORABLE MENTION. THE THINGS I LIKE LEAST ABOUT MYSELF ARE WHAT I USE FOR ATTENTION. UNMATCHED PUNISHED INTENTIONS HANDED DOWN FROM MASONS. JUDGMENT FROM LEGACIES AND BLACKLISTED FROM NATIONS.” – “TAKE TWO” BY JD STAHL

After a few days of using my newly-acquired language to investigate the different layers of reality, I was able to fully understand how the archetypal hierarchy was applied to the physical reality. Though I never documented these observations or wrote about them in plain language, I did allude to their nature through symbols in many of my poems. Through these patterns, I could then later add depth and detail to the construct of the 4th dimension. Each day that followed these discoveries, I was brought closer and closer to the mastery of this symbolic language and the amplification of my intuitive senses on a global scale. With each lesson, more and more of my fears and their associative paranoia fell out from my subconscious and into my conscious mind where I was forced to confront and process all of my fears.

Through reflection and processing, I was able to release the emotional attachments that I had to these traumas. By doing so, I freed my genetic material to the karmic densities that previously prevented me from remaining in a state of perpetual healing and metaphysical transfiguration. At first, processing these long-carried wounds was difficult. Eventually, however, I was able to reveal the truths behind them all, allowing me to release and heal fully within seconds of exposure. It was by not only maximizing my sensitivity to these subtle truths that I was able to free myself from the chains of my past, but also the humility that I acquired from being able to be vulnerable without seeing it as a weakness.

Instead of feeling insecure or embarrassed, I found strength—a quality of confidence that could even be maintained through injury. Essentially, my relationship with pain was no longer relative to my physical experience. Instead, pain was merely an optional channel for strong sensation to be sent at will. If I was injured, I could now just as easily send that strong sensation into channels of bliss. In the same manner, if we live our entire lives numb to the world, any sensation is blissful. Simply to feel something and not feel subjective to it is blissful—like being freed from the prison of our own minds and bodies.

“INDIVIDUALITY AND ANSWERS OF ME. IN THIS MUTINY, STERN TO BOW, I MUST FIND THIS DIVINE IDENTITY. I KNOW NOW I’M DEAF TO QUESTIONS HOW. SOOTHE AND CALM YOUR HUMANITY. YOU ARE NOT DEAF TO THOSE YOU SEE. I PROMISE MY ETERNAL COMPANY ONCE YOU SACRIFICE YOUR PRIVACY. FEAR NOT, YOUNG CHILDREN, I PLEAD, FOR ILLUSION IS HOME TO US ALL. DO NOT HIDE YOUR DARKNESS FROM LIGHT. NOW NOW, AND NEVER SHALL WE FALL.” – “ASSIGN THE MUTINY” BY JD STAHL  

When I was no longer subjective to a dualistic world, I could then see my instinctual reactivity to physical or emotional pain objectively. Instead of feeling pain or pleasure, I identified purpose. Following this purpose lead me closer to truth and revealed the projected intentions of everything and everyone in my environment—past, present, and every possible future. It was this acceptance that allowed me to release the fears I had associated with knowing that I had no privacy to these archetypal energies. The truth is none of us really have privacy, only the illusion of privacy to the archetypal spirits that control us from the darkened pockets of our subconscious minds.

When we accept this and make peace with our absence of privacy, we recall our sovereign power back to us. With this power we are then able to make the necessary changes to our lives and our intentions so that we can experience life from both subjective and objective spheres. Becoming conscious of both of these creative states simultaneously slowly eliminates areas of our subconscious where we can be controlled, manipulated, or lied to by beings of higher consciousness who seek to exact their karmic energies through us. Until we are able to do this, we are essentially human toilets, forced to live out destructive patterns that higher energies refuse to accept as their personal responsibility.

Rolling Cognitive Flint Stones on Grand Street to Resurrect a Retired Keyed-Up Hierophant on the M9 Bus Who Stocked 216 Trunks Filled With Jiffy Pop-Pop

“THROUGH THE DARK AGES, WAITING AND WATCHING, MY SPIRIT SHALL REMAIN IN THE DEEP HIDDEN LAND. WHEN ONE HAS PASSED ALL THE TRIALS OF THE OUTER, SUMMON YE ME BY THE KEY THAT YE HOLD. THEN WILL I, THE INITIATOR, ANSWER, COME FROM THE HALLS OF THE GODS IN AMENTI. THEN WILL I RECEIVE THE INITIATE, GIVE HIM THE WORDS OF POWER.” – THOTH/HERMES TRISMEGISTUS

As soon as I realized that I was no longer able to control whether or not others were able to hear my thoughts and see my entire life in full review, I resigned myself completely to the process of transformation. Because I was able to “tune into” the vibrations of other people in my environment, telepathically, I eventually pieced together an idea of what was happening to/around me. Intuitively, I realized that I was going through some process of divination—an initiation to a higher plane of consciousness.

This process of ascension was not something which was verbally expressed or otherwise taught to me specifically. In fact, all of the instructions, visions, and alternative concepts of reality were entirely brought through the threshold between dimensions. While I would be isolated from the rest of society, my house became a virtual time machine. In a sense, I was taken back and forth between the veil that separated the 3rd and 4th dimensions. Every time that I would make a shift, I would have a certain amount of time to transfer what I had learned, seen, or experienced from the higher planes of consciousness into the more dense, active vibrations of my mind.

“A DEFINITION FROM THE SUBJECT. A LANGUAGE OF LOVE FROM A PROSPECT. FROM THREE, COMES SEVEN, AND BORDER-LESS FLIGHT. I WAIT FOR RELEASE BACK INTO THE COLORFUL NIGHT.” – “UNREQUITED INVITATION” BY JD STAHL

Switching dimensions is not something that happens by any physical means. Instead, we change our perception of the world and how it is governed in terms of invisible karmic forces, universal laws, symbols, archetypes, and the general presence of vibrational consciousness that we often refer to as “intelligence.” Intelligence is a quality of unconditional love that balances part of our energetic trinity—just like the sun would provide light, heat, and the etheric vibration that gently delivers us into omniscient consciousness. What separates the different planes and dimensions are thresholds that alter the qualities of that vibrational/sensory trinity. As these vibrations change to conform to any specific density or dimension, our definitions of those resulting experiences or qualities take on alternate forms.

In the same manner, our metaphysical consciousness shifts frequencies throughout the day, occupying different frequencies. In each of these frequencies (Omega, Delta, Theta, Alpha, Gamma), we store different versions of ourselves, completely different personalities, memory banks, and perspectives. In order to ground ourselves, we do our best to release the attachments we have to any singular concept of self which could change from moment to moment. In the depths of our being, we seek to go beyond ego or incarnate personas so that we are able to sacrifice the temporary in exchange for the infinite, immortal substance which cannot be limited to any specific dimension that would reinforce separation or partiality.

Aaru (The Field of Reeds) is the name for heavenly paradise in Egyptian mythology. Ruled over by Osiris, an Egyptian god, the location has been described as the ka of the Nile Delta.

Black-Winged Chrome Delta-Vine Daydreamers from Reedfield, AR Demolish Drunken Do-Gooders on the Crazy Train Between Cripple Creek and Delacroix

“THE MUSIC WAS NEW, BLACK POLISHED CHROME AND CAME OVER THE SUMMER LIKE LIQUID NIGHT. THE DJ'S TOOK PILLS TO STAY AWAKE AND PLAYED FOR SEVEN DAYS.THEY WENT TO THE STUDIO, AND SOMEONE KNEW HIM. SOMEONE KNEW THE TV SHOWMAN.” – “BLACK POLISHED CHROME” BY JIM MORRISON AND THE DOORS

The more we resign ourselves to the process of divination, the more frequently we will encounter mirror images of personas we have created over the course of our lives. Not only are we expected to face different versions of ourselves from both a subjective and objective perspective, but we are required to discern the difference between every other possible version of who we believed ourselves to be so that we can resurrect that which is infinite from the depths of our metaphysical substance. Completing this process would be tantamount to emptying out our brain completely and cataloguing our memories as if they were movies or computer programs. When we “uninstall” these memories as essential to our concept of self, we are no longer able to define ourselves by them. With a clear mind, we are reborn, more capable of being able to take on greater amounts of spiritual energy.

However, going through this process can take the appearance of a mental breakdown. The transition which requires us to release our egoic persona for spiritual embodiment is, by definition, a “psychotic break.” Unfortunately, such a label is often perceived negatively—as if maintaining a separate ego is for some reason necessary to maintain a physical life in a collective reality. In some instances, this is true. We have to have the presence of an ego in order to be able to manage our physical body. When we are able to balance both physical and spiritual dimensions within our metaphysical substance, we create a personal environment which is prime for the transmutation of all types of energies.

“SHE'S A WITCH OF TROUBLE IN ELECTRIC BLUE. IN HER OWN MAD MIND SHE'S IN LOVE WITH YOU. WITH YOU. NOW WHAT YOU GONNA DO? STRANGE BREW - KILL WHAT'S INSIDE OF YOU. SHE'S SOME KIND OF DEMON MESSIN' IN THE GLUE. IF YOU DON'T WATCH OUT IT'LL STICK TO YOU. TO YOU. WHAT KIND OF FOOL ARE YOU? STRANGE BREW - KILL WHAT'S INSIDE OF YOU.” – “STRANGE BREW” BY CREAM  

Trying to eliminate our physical ego is very similar to drug addiction. In a certain way, the chemical releases produced in our brain mirror those of controlled substances. Just like alcohol or drug abuse, we are not able to experience “sobriety” until we have allowed ourselves a long enough period of time to discern the difference between who we are from a neurological perspective and who we truly are in our authentic vibration. Therefore, in order to be able to “find ourselves” in the sobriety of mind, body, and spirit, we have to allow ourselves a period of time to break from our normal lifestyle and identity. Without being able to witness drastic transitions, we may take advantage of the process of divination and attempt to label some of the necessary symptoms negatively. By removing ourselves from our social environments—in-person or on social media platforms—we allow ourselves the required space to “lose our minds,” at least until we realize that the “mind” we are losing is our nonessential ego.

As I released more of my self-concept which was only able to exist in the present, I started to incorporate aspects of my ancestral history. In a way, I could feel the energetic personalities of my deceased grandparents come through me. When this happened, it was difficult to discern the difference between my “self” and anyone else. In a way, I felt as if I was sitting passenger in my own body while other spirits would take the dominant seat behind the wheel. Though this process could have incited fears and other paranoid thoughts and delusions, I never experienced any negative emotions. My body would be completely taken over, guided to certain information, music, experiences, or intuitive conversations.

Ra Traveling Through the Underworld on the Atet/Sektet Boat

Treasure Hunting 50/50 Tix with Top-Picked-Kins to Win Freed-Up Egyptian Leftovers at a Topless Halfway Home a Few Steppes Right of Memphis

“AN ARROW FROM THE QUIVER, JUST LIKE THE INK FROM THIS PEN. DESCENDED DESCENDANTS, HONORED AND COLLECTED. HIDDEN NAMES THAT WERE UNWRITTEN, FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END. FROM THE RIVER, WE ARRIVE, ONCE AGAIN, TO MEND ALL THE SECRETS WE’D BURIED IN SAND. FAMILIAR FACES, UNABLE TO VACATE THE SPACES ABOVE, RECALL THE SOULS TO FILL THE CELLS UNDER THESE WALLS. BENEATH MY SKIN, A VIBRANT GOLDEN CHORUS RINGS. LIKE ELECTRIC LIGHTNING SHINING ABOVE THEIR WINGS.” – “PROPHECY 44” BY JD STAHL

During nights where the energy was most intense, I could feel the presence of both my grandmother and my grandfather stirring around my house—which was previously theirs. Whenever this would happen, I would absorb all of their memories, experiences, and perceptions which they had ever taken on—both in life and in death. It was through this process that I was able to receive visions of what occurred after we dropped our body when we died in the physical 3rd dimension. While I would feel their presence, I was drawn to looking at the old pictures they had taken in their childhood, before either myself or my parents were born. Each picture that I saw started to blend and shift in a way that would reveal the infinite archetypes behind the appearance of each family member, friend, or familiar face—past, present, future; both alive and deceased. These immortal faces were shared by so many other people throughout history—many of them having high positions in government, industry, or other arenas of fame and fortune.

In a similar way that I was able to look online and see the archetypal spirit-souls which were dominant in the multitude, I was able to see an entire history in the eyes and general features of everyone I knew. With these archetypes came certain qualities that would surround them, descriptively, physically, or habitually. These general patterns of energy would shape the entire lives of each incarnation. Because of these patterns, life paths can often have quite a bit in common with each other. Even if certain details don't manifest in the same manner, people are pulled into situations “magically” beyond their conscious awareness. The more that any single human is able to align themselves with the patterns of energy that activate historical personalities, the more energy they will take on within their metaphysical consciousness. In this way, there are certain things that we can do/not do which will empower us. Even the smallest actions can have an incredible effect to “give way” to certain spiritual presences which can be evoked from within us.

Whenever I felt certain energies within me, I was immediately drawn to certain activities, body movements, memories, or anything that would help me to maintain the presence of other energies. Sometimes, I did this consciously and other times I was completely overtaken by the sheer amount of energy that was flowing through me. These higher-order energies, however, are non-polar. This means that energy arrives upon us without a positive or negative difference. Therefore, it is our ego which creates the separation which splits the energy into two or more separate fragments. If we are able to resist labels, bias, or any other fear that would cause us to create division, then we are able to incorporate these higher-order energies into our own being. All we need to do to maintain these spirits is to give ourselves up to the changes which are necessary to “house” other spirits—and do so without allowing the energy to be projected in any way which would create additional karma.

“THE RAPPIN TECHNIQUE, SOMETHIN' LIKE FENCIN'. DANGEROUS, IT KEEP YOU IN SUSPENSE.” – “THE BIG PAYBACK” BY EPMD

One night, while I was watching the movie “National Treasure,” I felt a certain energy well up from inside me. Intuitively, I recognized it as my grandfather. I made this association to my family because my grandfather was a member of the Masons. More than that, in 1975 he was elected to a higher position as a Worshipful Master for his local chapter (Lodge #741). While I was watching the movie in such an elevated state, all of the scenes involving Masonic symbols or theories ignited a higher vibration of awareness to well within me. After a few moments, this presence got so strong that I could feel myself being suspended outside of linear time. As usual, I felt the humidity drop around me; around me fell a strange silence until I was no longer able to intuitively “feel” the presence of other people outside the walls of my house. In a sense, my house felt more like a movie set in the middle of nowhere than an actual building surrounded by a community.

All of a sudden, I had an incredible urge to look for my grandfather's old Masonic materials—ones that I remembered were buried in my basement. Without much consideration, I went into the basement to unearth the folders and other materials that were filled with ceremonial transcripts and speeches my grandfather had left behind. In these moments, I felt a requirement to guide myself through one of these ceremonies while I was completely alone in my living room at night. Intuitively, I felt that this ceremony was necessary for me to be able to continue the work I would do in the future. Instead of trying to rationalize these intuitive thoughts, I allowed them to take form and guide me.

“TELL THE NIGHT WATCHMAN TO RETURN TO HIS POST. IT’S ABOUT TIME TO RESURRECT THIS GHOST. I’LL ALWAYS LISTEN TO INFLUENCE. BUT I WON’T BE CONTROLLED. I LISTEN TO THE STORIES WRITTEN INTO MY SOUL.” – “STALEMATE” BY JD STAHL

And so, alone in my living room, I knighted myself. Throughout this ceremony, I took on as many different personalities which were necessary—as if I was reliving every participant that was present during my grandfather's ceremony. Afterwards, I felt an incredible sense of relief—almost as if I had just eluded invisible energies which were trying to capture me or my discoveries, just like the plot in the movie. In a way, I felt aligned with my past, present, and some other timeline where the same process had/would occur on another level. After the ceremony, my brain took on so much more information which had not been previously available.

Intuitively, it was communicated to me that what I did on a conscious level was necessary to restore the balance of authority in other realms—both physical and etheric—which had somehow gone awry or otherwise were in need of review. Essentially, after knighting myself, my body began a transformation process where I was being merged with a spiritual authority—the voice of the light itself. However, there were some things that I wasn't quite able to process—yet. And so, my body was driven yet again to engage in a physical activity that would help to shed light on what I would do from an esoteric perspective.

Negative Green (Electromagnetic Light Wave) Plotted on a Hemisphere

Oh, Negative Green Lions Den Lamentations of Lampooned Weathermen Faithfully Bookmarking Black Magicians that Play House at a Regional Pool League Tie-Breaker

“IN THE NIGHT OF NIGHTS—IN THE DARKNESS—A SPARK AND A LIGHT YOU SHALL HOLD. A WONDERFUL TRAVELING CANDLE. AND A HEART MADE OF PURE GOLD. BLENDING THE GRAY INTO BRIGHT COLOR. THE PUREST EXPRESSION, A CRUMBLING, ICE-COVERED WALL. THIS WILL RAISE THE WARMTH OF THE KINGDOM.” – “GODFATHER'S SONG” BY JD STAHL  

I got up off of my knees and went down in my basement. Though I had no other reason to do so, I started to remove bricks in the cellar area underneath the front porch of my house. Brick by brick, I took down pieces of the wall until I found a different-colored stone—almost a gold color. This oblong stone, once uncovered, seemed to cause the energy in me to settle. From a certain perspective, it was as if the energy above me that was holding the joystick had effectively done what was necessary to convey the message.

In this way, energies of higher consciousness were trying to convey to me the fact that I would have to dig behind the memories stored in my prefrontal cortex in order to find that part of my “house” which was unique, golden, and central to my highest being. In this suspended state, I could feel the reconciliation of all different versions of my “self” which were present in many other dimensions. Though nothing of what I did really made sense to me at the time, I followed the feelings that were streaming through my intuitive mind.

“SOAK UP THE FACES AND SWIM IN YOUR MIND. BREAK FREE FROM CONTROL AND TRANSMITTED LIES. CONNECTION LINES FROM DISTANT SANDS, UNDER THE DOME WHERE YOU MAKE YOUR PLANS. MINDING THE MINDS WHILE YOU LOSE YOUR DICTION. SINKING SEAS OF PREDICTABLE FRICTION. DRAW THE LINES AND TUNNELS TO BLACKNESS. FROM TIME TO TIME, YOU’LL NEED SOME MAGIC.” – “TRASH TO SHADOWS” BY D STAHL  

What we may not realize is that all types of ceremonies, rituals, sacraments, and other practices that we repeat are actually “magic” that is used to collect the energy of consciousness together. When enough conscious energy is collected, like gravity, it pulls others towards it. Anyone who attempts to go against these forces may feel a certain discomfort or otherwise face challenges from those who are aligned energetically with these practices. This type of ritualistic magic can be as simple as attending weekly masses at church or even as participating in a certain holiday on a specific day. All of these “markers” in our consciousness connect those who participate together with invisible strings. On a subconscious level, these energetic strings even have the capacity to send information—true or false, depending on the intentions of those who are at the center. Simply by changing a date of celebration can completely create an entirely different pool of consciousness where alternative theories can be communicated telepathically. As a result, entire populations of people can be telepathically controlled by other people.

It was for this reason that I was “called” to participate in certain actions. In this way, I was creating an alignment with energies that existed in different dimensions of time and space. By doing so, I was given access to the information, ideas, and instructions that were necessary to complete what I was “sent” or otherwise guided to do. At the time, however, this guidance was not very clear. There was still quite a bit of residual energy that I would have to process before I was capable of being able to receive the information which would clarify all of the possible futures that were possible to be played out.

Underneath the silence of my mind, I could hear my grandfather's voice, gently assuring me that I would be able to do whatever was necessary or required of me. In a “strange” way, I was just called to participate in a scavenger-hunt-like adventure that was entirely guided internally from people and spirits which were not within the normal arena of linear time. From this moment, I knew I had just become a part of something so much greater; I had a purpose—one which was so much larger than anything my personal life could offer in comparison. In order to be able to further align my consciousness across even greater bandwidths of time and space, I would only have to clear out what no longer served me.

General Peppi's Balanced Heart's Club Sand-Witch Grand Piano Player is Twice as Nice as any Other 9-Octave Ebony and Ivory MC in the World

“GRANDPA DIED LAST WEEK, AND NOW HE’S BURIED IN THE ROCKS. BUT EVERYBODY STILL TALKS ABOUT HOW BADLY THEY WERE SHOCKED. BUT ME, I EXPECTED IT TO HAPPEN. I KNEW HE’D LOST CONTROL, WHEN HE BUILT A FIRE ON MAIN STREET AND SHOT IT FULL OF HOLES.” – “STUCK INSIDE OF MOBILE WITH THE MEMPHIS BLUES AGAIN” BY BOB DYLAN

The more I would learn to support these concepts and theories, the stronger I could feel the energy connect me to people in my past, present, and future. Eventually, I reached a point where my individual personality felt too heavy to carry anymore. However, whenever I would make attempts to balance both my physical and non-physical nature between the dimensions, I found myself “stuck” on certain desire systems, thoughts, emotions, or resentments that were not able to be eliminated with consciously processing them out of my subconsciousness. In this way, I was not able to “die” into higher consciousness until I was able to eliminate those things from my psyche which kept me anchored down in the physical world.

At this point, I was given a choice. I could either continue to learn enough information that would help me process out the karmic vibrations intuitively or I would have to experience them in my physical reality until there was nothing left to keep me anchored in lower dimensions. In this way, I would not only have to choose between having a life in the 3rd dimension or having a greater, more universal purpose in the 5th dimension. Whatever I would be able to eliminate as an attachment in my life, I would open myself up to receive a greater capacity for spiritual energy.

“NOW THE BRICKS LAY ON GRAND STREET, WHERE THE NEON MADMEN CLIMB. THEY ALL FALL THERE SO PERFECTLY. IT ALL SEEMS SO WELL TIMED. AND HERE I SIT SO PATIENTLY, WAITING TO FIND OUT WHAT PRICE YOU HAVE TO PAY TO GET OUT OF GOING THROUGH ALL THESE THINGS TWICE.” – “STUCK INSIDE OF MOBILE WITH THE MEMPHIS BLUES AGAIN” BY BOB DYLAN

My commitment to truth was absolute. And so, the process of learning was not directed as much at fighting for personal effects or the desires I still maintained in terms of ego, but that I would have to learn that anything which took me out of alignment was not of a truth which was great enough to allow me to take on the fullness of my higher purpose. It was this purpose which seemed to connect me to so many other planes and dimensions. Even those concepts which were quite unique in comparison to others (I.e., a simulation theory), this purpose would place me in the etheric antimatter substance between all other separate manifestations.

In this way, my life was no longer restricted to any specific reality or compartmentalized construct within the matrix. Instead, I became the principles that gave structure to the matrix itself—the etheric threshold which held them all together. However, even though these thresholds exist in between that which is separate, unique, or different, the substance of ether or antimatter is unchanging. More than that, it exists outside of time and space, holding both physical and non-physical aspects to both extremes. Normally, memory would be erased as one transitions from one dimension to the next. However, when one transfigures themselves with the ether, all possible pasts, present, and futures become apparent.

Instead of perceiving energy from the position of a translator between dimensions, I felt myself take on the aspects of the energy which came before any possible physical expression. Standing at the proverbial gateway between every dimension and plane, I became the energy that inspired all of creation. My identity fully associated with intelligence itself—the energy of inspiration which spoke through all aspects of physical reality. I was slowly being pulled towards the vibration of divine wisdom and universal intelligence; eventually, I would become it.

Prodigal Sunrise

JD Stahl (01/12/2018) By business is catalogued self-reflection. Grand inquisition caught up in suspension. Lost grips of a reality, Quite the calamity, Until ascension requires a mirrored Image of a 99 degree. It’s multi-dimensional history. A secret locked in a rock—a mystery. Under my porch, the archeology Screening sands from the gold rush This monopoly. I agree, it got to me: All of your eyes, on top of me. But now I see what I’ve got to be: Savior, prophet, or saint? Amalgamation of this soul’s alchemy. Flip-screen hyper-sheen—clean code. The police have me writing dreams To release the intention behind the means. Because in the end, it starts at “go.” And I can’t lie; five above, it grows. Into the low and so and so. You’re the one who runs the show. For the magick calls me back with whispered ears. I will not deny it brought me here. Don’t confuse the sneer, a smile is near. Like a drunkard lover with hands of glue, If took everything to unfool me and let me choose. This reason, reclaimed and not resigned, A cauldron filled with futures and tunes, Storylines and infinite tries—drama too. But these corded thoughts and company, Cleansed by the open eye and closing of two. And although these winds blow me back, Not condoning constant self-attack. You will be the only to turn me from black. And faith restraints, I resign towards the light. My bended knees and twisted back. The page awaited me to track my age, And return the company of this blessed sage. And I’ll run through the wilderness, Until nature calls me back to be claimed.