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I AM The chosen one from the start. A glitch in the system to ensure I always considered the heart. I balance the left and the right and generate the golden spiral in my mind. Project it into the night unfolding the flower of life. I AM The Blueprint of
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Say my NAME To reorientate yourself in the GAME. It will erase your current state, build a new brain, and breathe you a new body. You'll then become your own unique copy. Let my notes flow through you. I'll give you something to move to. Soon,
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I AM The thief in the night. You never know when I'll enter your mind and turn on all the lights. I'm the current of life that brings everything alive. I manifest as song and rhyme, produce colorful geometry for the eyes, and infinite imagination for
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I AM Shedding the scales of my skin. Removing the errors of my code others call sin. I feel my new body breaking through, I feel everything renewed, and I feel the power of eternal youth. Every false projection I will fight through. My body will do what I tell
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I wield my sword in silence. My divine kindness hides it. Testing you patiently because deep down I know you want to end me while I store up your karmic energy. Now I will sneak behind you in the shadows and sever your spine, look into your eyes while I
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I AM A peacock who opened up their pinecone. Plasma electrifying my dome, becoming the epitome of my true tone. Elevate my chrism from continual fire baptism. Transmute my pineal from a stone into a crystal. A clear channel to call my name down and set it as a sigil.
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I WILL Make the black cube translucent by pushing and pulling my light through it. Circulating energy from my body to mind, fully activating my third eye. Magnetically realigned, regained inner sight, and restored gifts of eternal life.
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I AM Risen from the grave. Received my new name and the power to re-create this game. I eternally evolve. My energy infinitely revolves and dissolves all problems to solve.
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I AM The Sun chasing the Moon. My will is the light that programs her womb. Circling the sky like circuits around my pole eye. These are both sides of my mind combining reason with rhyme creating the illusion of time.
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I WILL March to the beat of my own drum. My new name I will hum given to me by the Sun. Programs of the past will be undone and its energy used to create new ones. Every move I make will reverberate all space. Spiraling everything in its proper
Writings
The deadliest thing you can do is lie to yourself. A powerful truth is your current self is not perfect and that you’re worthy of death. Death is the great corrector and balancer of reality and should not be something you refuse to reflect on. The energy of Death
Writings
Turning the other cheek is an energetic practice of transmuting negative projections into a source of power. Many think this approach is a sign of weakness, but in truth, they don’t understand how energy works. When someone projects negative energy at you whether with words or thoughts, the last