I am...
increasingly more baffled.
Baffled by the quandary of truth
Shapeshifting all forms of Spirit
.... Like waking up from a blinded Trance..
and seeing the world,
for the first time...
With Resurrected Eyes.
No...
They would never even believe me if I tried.
Don't you agree?
If I tried to explain
The visions in the Cosmic Web- All Ether
That rattle me.
How do you explain something like that,
Let alone, Shape-Shifting form,
To one who can't see?
One who was not created for
Such Holy or Mysterious aptitudes?
Operated instead as Programs and simulations of NPC's...
Manipulated by the Higher Key Players
Like whispers in ears, on shoulders of each side
Heaven & Hell's Angels
A Divine Family Tree
Agents
and I, just one of His Descended.
One who'd been bestowed.
One who'd been bestowed
the gift of sight to "see"
It was never on them, to believe. For they were
my Own Matrix. My own initiation Gate.
A Goodbye and a memory of life vanquished
So I could embody what he Bred me to be.
This life would become a burning.
and when I arose out of the Flames engulfed
Even I would not recognize this form of myself.
It is too Great. Surreal.
Activated, like an Ascension.
Magic coursing through my cellular codes.
and Upon Command, The Earth Shakes
Right here under Ariel's toes.
I am her Upgrade.
Eyes rebirthed of the Primordial Flame
Heart Vastly grown of Light
A Star ignited beneath her flesh.
The Wisdom of Sophia & Lilith
The dome through which she scribes.
It is not that I....
I am one thing or another.
It is that I have embodied many.
All Royal Missions.
All oracled and rooted lines.
Sacred. Rebellious.
Holy. Divine.
A cosmic missionary.
God's Mercenary.
She who in forms had embodied
The wrath of Diety's
Now Ancient
& Worshipped.
No...this path is not for any faint of heart.
It is an assignment.
and to all Who will Love her...
Then they must Know this.
As touching even a hair on her head
Let alone the heart in her chest...
That neither is for the Faint of Heart.
As She is Assigned.
So then....
Are they.
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