'Flying On Silent Wings Through True Skies'

Flying on silent wings, dodging the bullets of scorn
Sent by the rifles held by the automatons ... those closed minded puppets of shame
Human shells programmed to ignore the truth, and ride the tides of illusion
Told from an early age this is their one and only life ...
Disconnected from the realms I fly through ...

I give them the grace by accepting it is their right to think in the way they do
But they cannot respect me in the same way ...

They must force their delusion upon me,
Because that which I see on the ordinary day to day,
Threatens their very existence with its possibility of being true.
Thus they cannot let me fly by without aiming their ballistics towards me ...

And the stealers laugh ... and tighten the noose on the puppets even more
Knowing within themselves the skies I witness are what they see too
And the stealers further deceive the puppets
Averting their minds still further from the shining light I shine
Dictating my way, my light, my right ... is an abomination.

But it is not they who must shoulder the blame
It is the children of the one born free who are the guilty
Innocent upon birth, gradually giving in to the violence of a false environment
Permitting the disconnection to take hold ... becoming believers of the falsehoods.

Lost are they in that frenzied mire ... unhappy in their material lives
Because it was not what they sought ... wealth and power not the ambrosia they prized
What I carry in my awareness is the very thing they as the innocent agreed to hold in their grasp

It is their weakness not mine ...
It is their fears not mine.
I’m slakeless and free to fly onward ...
And forge the way across the sky
For when they follow, in whatever time.
For follow they shall.
It is their doom to respect the voice of the shadow in these desperate times ...
Their doom not mine.
Their peril not mine.

My reality is a vision of the true skies ...
---Matthew James May 2010

The Dark Tumour

The darkness hid within the fabric of the human mind unperceivable, unnoticeable Becoming too confident; too ignorant But like the tumour it rises to the surface making itself known all the hate, all the greed, all the guilt collected in one place within one entity it is contained it can no longer run

It is the way it is meant to be. The shadow has been contained. All the karma created by The One is being played out in the modern day. All the facets repeating their crimes. Being forced to understand. Before the central sunlight comes. The gamble, the risk The One must take. And it be doubtless Belial is aware. It be revelling in its total power. It pushes for its ultimate goal. Total separation. Total separation before the central sun`s light comes. A race against mortal time.

Extract taken from The Chronicles Of Ezra

Divine Academy

Before a fall many souls do meet,

And discuss the blueprint of a desperate mission,

Bringing onto the manifest the truth,

A bright light to shine through the mist,

To dissolve the fear and the misconception,

An answer to the mortal prayers.

Souls to become known as angels,

As messiahs and avatars amongst the masses of man,

Highly evolved thoughts feed their soul,

Lovers of life and speakers of truth,

Preparing to dive into a tormented world,

Their mission to cleanse the earth of the rage.

The energy pattern formed by years of oppression,

A reaction to the blocking frequency,

The locked door on truth,

That will be opened again,

Once the truth is brought back to the surface,

By souls who specialise in that type of mission.

WRITTEN 31ST OCTOBER 1995

Such Is Life On Planet Earth

Historically, the victor always rewrites events that occurred in the past, and it is its ‘experts’ that provide the mind-set which controls the masses. A mind set that holds the population in slavery that suits the victor and the victor’s lineage. This is in truth a brief synopsis of the state of play on Earth and probably on thousands of other worlds scattered around the cosmos. Lesser advanced souls held captive by supposed ‘more advanced’ souls who wish their captives harm in the name of serving their cause as slaves. Or there are the advanced races who play godly roles to study the lesser race as the lesser race has something which their captors require to move on. Such is life on Planet Earth ….

"Night Flights"

Into distant places, I fly at night
The gates stand open wide
Awaiting the signal, I give my command
I know the code, I have learnt those utterances
They’ve been part of my spirit for such a long time

I fly on, into parallel skies
With similar form to the here and now
But few mortals will understand
Or comprehend it is not a dream
Yet, in the night, mortals would say it was but a dream

I know, for sure, by day is the dream
And through the passage of the night, I travel between worlds
One of the countless long distant travelers at the speed of light
The gates are but an ancient toy
But alas my passage through brings me no joy

I fail to find the destination I seek
Somewhere in time its sequence has been forgotten
I cannot recall it but know not why
My spirit ain’t absent minded
There is a reason and an intelligence behind the concealment …

Thus it is my mission to overcome …
To remember …
To be victorious when I return back to those skies
A renegade reunited with forgotten places
Somewhere … somehow … this will be so.
---Matthew James---