Everybody playing you to the left … love ain real. Stop thinkin you got the concept to happiness we all lost

I am creating a space where artists, entrepreneurs, and seekers of the light can share their panoramic vision(s), but most importantly, with a focus on monetizing positive conscious movement in today’s society of capitalism gone wrong separatism encouraged and hate run rampant. We must find refine and sharpen each other, for we are all tools to be used, not misused. If we hope to reach critical mass, we must also focus on very critical lower vibration necessity. We still, in majority, very much so exist in these earthly constraints. Remember no part (existence/vibration/experience) could ever logically be greater than the whole. We must find a way within this system to promote physical, mental, and spiritual health. This can never happen without a comfortable economic base. The greatest oppressive and separatist tool is scarceness of resources. Couple that with fear and censorship and you’ve got enough divisiveness to nearly ensure that we remain blinded and held behind the curtains. We who are fortunate enough to at the very least. have recognized our gifts, weapons, and acknowledge the call of purpose and the ongoing battles of war, must carry the load and spark the change. We must empower a global community if we wish to free our time, minds and focus. In short, we must escape the stress of the illusion to begin to expose his existence. Only then will we gain the numbers needed to tear the illusion down.

the truist love I've ever known lay deep within these notes. it's the hand of God caressing me in every word I wrote. should I say spoke? cuz finally that's how I get it, I no longer make it happen I move out the way and let it, flow from The source till I'm hoarse, runnin with no bounds, connect then fly free, are my feet still on the ground? I'm not sure. (her) love (is) pure. enough to carry me through all, It’s a ringing ever present. just answer when she calls. life ain't for restraint, build your strength. else you can't complain at awl. I keep a spring to my step, always watchin for the fall, oh yall ain't think I see it, just cuz I choose to give my awl, I don't need nuthin from y'all, I ain't petty, I ain't small, you can start, but I won't stall, easily, I filter. I can't hear your noise at all. I'm up high above reproach by her Grace I'm standing tall. she's all the love I need. in my faith I place it all. all she ask is I believe. follow her leed and plant a seed, before I'm gone, worship and proceed, constantly towards the dawn, we succeed through our succession, through these lessons, we move on, our uniqueness is our blessing, we chose to take these forms, soon as we gave ourselves a choice. before a choice, there was no we, we were all one single voice. one piece, not apart, together whole without a start one light equally dark the stinging bite of winters nite just one spark to warm one heart, The underneath beside and above the lonely line, a life designed to lose and find one truist love.