Seeing all with the all-seeing eyes of the soul.
Seeing the mechanic, robotic, hive mind
of the empty meat suits,
NPC’s that wander this world,
taking, destroying, annihilating,
sucking the life away from others,
aware of who they are without a care,
not an inch of empathy,
vessels with an endless hole
that spread misery, horror, agony,
as their daily quotidian life.
They think they are enlightened.

It has increased exponentially.
The ancient texts were right.
Wetiko is here and took over.
This huge egregor, viral monster,
offspring of the fallen angels,
the darkness, the void, the infinite abyss
that has never enough,
no matter how much light they steal,
it’s never sufficient.

Years ago Mother Aya revealed to me the Truth.
I didn’t want to accept it,
it was too horrific, too heart breaking,
to believe.

But it turned out to be true.

That same message pounds in my whole being,
organic, alive, blazing,
every day, hour, minute,
resonating in my soul,
pulsating, announcing itself,
“hey, don’t forget!”

The curse.
The curse of seeing.
The curse of knowing
and not being able to share it.
Because they don’t understand,
they don’t see.
They misinterpret, judge,
want to be right, give solutions, give advice
on something they are clueless about.
I don’t argue or reply,
I just observe in silence.
And when I politely decline their suggestions,
because they don’t apply,
all hell breaks loose.
they blame, shame, point,
reject, push away and discard me.

They get triggered.

So it’s pointless to tell the Truth.
No one wants to hear it.
And when with time Truth reveals itself,
they do not humble themselves,
they do not reflect and go back and think
“I was foolish, I should have listened”.
Heaven forbid admitting being wrong!

Whatever is the talk of the moment,
they will get on board as if they’ve always been experts.
Superficial gibberish is what gets people by.
Noises, moans, grunts,
side looks, pouts, burps, “oe!”,
blank stares, half-tucked t-shirts,
low frequency laughters, humanity.

Humanity that gathers outside to watch an eclipse,
ignorant of what an eclipse is,
or what is the truth of this realm we live in.
Humanity that goes out in masses to cheer for a football match,
but lets its country be invaded by vermin
who take over their ancestors houses, hard work, lands and dignity.

Humanity that is not interested in substance,
nor depth, nor passion, nor love, nor intensity,
nor hard work that yields lasting fruits.
No.
Just noise.
As long as there’s noise, there’s power.
Fake, fallen, fear-based, inverted power.

It’s the end.
At this point,
it can no longer be un-seen.

But it doesn’t matter.