223 Rise

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No-one realises, everyone makes history from every turn of the ride to nuance. Making peace with themselves up against all odds and evens, until we are all even. Beginning with poverty an unfair right to the needless depravity of having none other than holy communion alone in the dark with blackcurrant juice running through their veins giving them solace, without fermentation, but crushing a grape with one foot until there is moisture in the air in this dry dessert land. As the sea rolls in over sand dunes passing in the mind, the Alchemist stops, turns and deciphers. There are no trees at home with gold under them but plants in the dessert. As this dry land turns into a wet land and marshes sat in trees until the roads are dead and the sand and sea creeps in.

If everyone made history together for World Peace, then we would have the time to make the environment a better place. It is still not the end, when one man has an army to shoot me down until dead and alive and all is sex, dead in the water, from ghetto to ghetto. I still dearly care for all people of this beautiful planet, from black to white, brothers and sisters, when poor children are aware of the abuse some incur. We better stop dead heading people wired to satellites and give-in to our war and rise to the simple challenge of a peaceful mind, heart and body. A peaceful, attitude, complexity, and righteousness.

Together we can rise from all we have seen and been and ask the government if we can ever trust them, from organisation to organisation, from institution to institution, they are banded from the cards and leave us watching frenemies made from depravity. So, one day we won’t need the drug but a hug, one day we won’t need the smoke, but good times. Conspiracy plays its part in our lives as the spirit takes command, but we still have no evidence of pre-historical pasts making ventures into our own lives as if we should be repeating history – when unfortunately, it is just get on with it, work hard, earn a load of cash and move forwards from a heart that knows how to love. If we cannot find true love, we will never be perfect people – ready for the rising of this world and nature into all natural beings – talking of love and being love.

A bureaucracy keeps setting us up for broken hearts, with no time for each other as if we were all experiencing being tied up in our heads, and that is not freedom. Please man stop running man, spirit stop running man, etc. Is something killing us? Put down your gun, sing for one, and give in to mine, and make yourselves ready and prepared for the disaster ensuing. Because I am ready to get back to a life filled with success and happiness.

Amen

Love, AB x.

Thanks be to God.