the promise is on the sites, next to names, and pictures, and claims. and a story. i recovered from. i did this. i solved that. i got this for you...makes sense...in babylon, exchange is happening. everything is monetized...but it doesn't feel right...
...i like the d.iy., the old school punk rock scenes that sought to re-connect with the ancient ways in the alien world that had young punk rockers spiking their hair and wearing all black...but they were trying, just like the 5 percent and the other movements throughout post hippie, post-panther, post-lords, post-aim, post-post america...in the drench of money, the monied, in the rebel speaking of cans of soda for a million dollars...
america is sold on rags to riches and the story of the impoverished who made it, and who quotes civil rights and underground railroad movements and lashes factory workers in thailand, bangladesh, haiti, for their clothing lines that they spit about in their rhymes in the same line they talk about oppression...this is the neo-babylon...
...getting down with ancient math has made it clear that the slave trade, the exploitation of humans by other humans, the destruction and pillage has not been restricted to a white and blue eyes, nor a skin tone, or hair texture...for this reason, those in the confines of americanisms get blisters in the face of experience, as do those attempting to fit into the color-lines of americana's that are diammetric to their home cultures...but pretending is so much more electrifying...in the material world, it lights up vegas and desert cities with water from the dakotas n greenland...
soul has to be at the center of this, must be the music, the movement of this...the exchange must be meaningful... the value is in you connecting with Soul, with One-ness, with the beyond this skin and experience... beyond celebrities and celebrating... connect with the One...all praise is due to the One...
...these are some of the ways i did it... and not because i figured anything out, not because i took selfies and hung them up for you to celebrate me... but because i Surrendered... and did... and the doing got me Higher...
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