There was this dream
I was in
It was sitting inside
While thee
Pot was stirring
And I can see the mundaneS whom operate behind
their mask
In thee dark
Many come from $$
never mind their earn or how
Thee well of thee pot is drying up
Because other people are
WAKING UP
& realizing that thee only REASON these
Mundanes keep
Their $$$ up
It’s because it’s a spell
That keeps them selling thee illusion that they are creators
Of their $$$$
Yet .. the prisoner they hold hostage is the currency winner
Bread winner
ENERGY MUSE CREATOR
vibrator
& without their energy feed
Their well
Of perceived everything
Is drying up you see
Do you see how currency breeds
Do not be fooled by thee spell casting illusion
That hides thee muse
From thee muse
AWAKENING and getting hip with
NOW times
A storm warning
Is now in effect
To affect
Our senses
BEST
THEE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE
Thee anti is up
The stakes are being raised
That means more of their $$
Distractions
Shall be thrown into your face
What have we here today ?
Spirit says
Awaken to your cosmic truth
THEY NEED
you
Not thee other way around
Don’t be their clown
