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Coherence
You’re not, “shadow banned”
silly goose. That blossoming,
rich, full life, drizzled lightly with a dash of popularity and certainty of mind you once possessed are now lost in blurry dream that floats freely in some ether or other.
No need to concern yourselves with the where, when, how or why.
You’re here now.
Adapt.
The atrocities will increase at an alarming rate and become lodged in the throats of those telling you they’re not.
This, you must learn.
This, you must know.
Take note, that you’re
in a note taking world.
Their pens never dry up and their tablets are filled with dreck and needless information designed to keep you comfortable.
They find delight in the fall.
Yours.
Everything you see and experience here, is your penance.
A bloodied strap across your back
because according to some qubital equation out there,
you haven’t paid what is owed.
Have a second look at the X-rays.
The X-rays of all the close calls
you miraculously pulled through,
unscathed, bewildered and lost in a world where your childhood home cannot be found and you’ll stand there on the side of the highway knowing there is no death.
This, you must learn.
This, you must know.
Those X-rays now lie dormant in a box. They’ve become a worthy keepsake in a dusty bible.
The one occasionally thumbed through by a person that misses you more than you can imagine.
Your idea of death is nothing more than a wavering thread in the fabric of a universal wave.
The wave of everything.
Death is an idea that has yet to be discovered.
It’s an idea that has yet to be measured of density and mass.
Without these things there can be no solidification.
It can not be brought into fruition.
Therefore, it remains an idea, a burrowing worm, a notion, and that worm burrows it’s way into a receiver that rests on it’s laurels between your ears.
It hibernates there.
It keeps you orderly and in line.
It’s a universal unspoken parable.
It’s an intentional seatbelt designed to give you a sense of finality.
Let me tell you this though,
there’s no such thing.
This, you must learn.
This, you must know.
It sets up a network in your consciousness and helps you live a paint by numbers life until you transfer.
Transfer being complete into to this purgatory, this filth ridden realm where truth is stranger than fiction, try to live a life with a purpose but please believe me, there’s is an entity out there, a cluster of them even,
that are placing bets on the insurmountable odds and tragedies you’ll have to endure while they salivate over which one will tighten your finger around the trigger.
Also, that incessant ringing in your ears isn’t a health issue.
It’s a physiological adaptation to an otherworldly, lower based frequency, so keep a tiny note with,
“flowers in artic regions”
scribbled on it.
Pull it out and read it daily.
Hide it in the brim of your hat for safe keeping.
You cannot and will not have access to the blueprints.
You can however, draw your own.
Elevate everything.
Increase your vibrancy.
That’s why you’re here.
Be careful what you do and who you do it to.
Be mindful while spitting on the sidewalks and who you think
of when doing so.
Be kind to others,
to the best of your ability.
Be righteous.
Make right your wrongs and
strive to stop their production.
This, you must learn.
This, you must know.
Ray Strickland
10•21•2021
