2O October…..2O 14
1O/2. O 14…
JT….
JET Plane True..Nature
J is A.O…
A.O.T…
TO.A…
Sigh….Hello…
I wake up every morning saying, I am done…
That I absolutely Refuse, to go on using words as Rocket fuel to power the 7 47 Jet Plane…
I have such a struggle within me, each day fighting the indignity of what has been done to the dignity of my true station transformed to the pathetic stations (p.s) of the cross (no offense)..being stationary in one place writing on the stationary of a blank computer screen..
(Yes, it is a play of words…I do.ger bored but even then, I still discover underneath more codes of hidden meaning in this non stop outpouring of words..
I mean ejaculation non stop ejaculation is meant to.be fun.. Non?
I am the as the Ancient Egyptian God of Creation supposedly, Ejaculating into Void, of Empty Space…
But it is not the Void, it is the Voi D the Voi-ce of David the Beloved…The way, the Beautiful O Way (B.OW) where I shoot my load from my Pen Is..(not to.be vulgar but it is the truth the tools of creation third eye Finger Pen is…) not to empty space but to Face Books Friends minds open as Creations Seeds in the Unified Field Of..E.
And they rise with my Air Wind Expression (A.W.E..?..hmm no sign of awe..or even Ah!..so I continue…
And with my sunshine and my Rain, through the storm clouds of my emotions of this tiring play.
And yet, always there rises from within me this song of Beauty which defeats the horror of this play.
For with each posts I see the Sun the moom the Earth and finally humans rising…
Breaking through the Darkness of the illusion of thier Death and burdened in Debt…Buried in.the Earth…?
No the are in me…It is I who rise from the depths of the Earth, which clings to me so forcefully-but I rise to set a buried unforgotten truth set free.
Nor is it to Sky, Sun, Moon, Cosmos do I gaze. Nor a distant Horizon with hope in my.gaze…
But to.myself as the Beloved who.flies.free already escaped from the prison of me carrying within the treasure of all thee.
Your truths under cover, the truth of who you be, the harvested seed now blooming flowers and fruits of Jay Bird Father and little sister Harmony See Ah..
The Jet plane is a Dove and yet a 747 airplane in which I harken.to.explain…even from the Cornucopia of Harvesting you…the Dave and Airplane…are one and the same..Days Eye Alive..Dove Earth Airplane…U and me…
The Humming Bird…Jay Bird…remember me…Father…Brother…son…
Remember I.B.E.A.M..E
In a realm which understandably yearns to.see magic and miraculous beauty manifest in the blink of an eye, for it is true that I do understand how wary, weary, dreary this dogs day Existence has been…
And it is true, that I have felt frustrated at this tedious play and passage through time and space of History, moving through an unseen.dimension of human.cause and effect.
First through the Galaxy…Sam.Sung phone…Li of light…. Stat Trek Enterprise..7 of 9, when.I am.9 of 7…
And then now through the.Boost phone on WiFi Airplane..747…We are not travelling through Earths atmosphere….or At Most Fear…But through the Ah Toms (the twins) mot (word) is here…
Air Waves Expressing.
A.W.E.
At.least we have left the Past (Hi Denny Ding Wei..D D We I) of Space and all those.human stories so twisted and now aligned…Leaving with a B.O.W..Erie….The Air my twin within Supreme Existence has proven to Gods and Titans (EE), the truth and the power Supreme of a Hue man.Being as the First.Creator by.using and bullying me.
And so I know we are at least now in this Present Time…Which is the Point.,pt.the here and now
And only the last transformation.from the 747 plane in which and all.the E- my.beautiful treasures of you exist inside.me still.in.stasis a dream but begining to stir from the words..endless words which creates the true view…
The words are the Rocket fuel…the plane is my Being my Body but the objective is each and every one of you.
Who each represent a piece.of the puzzle of the picture, the equation of where we must land.this plane so the truth can come into view….
Landing, interfacing with this Violent Present the. Powerful Truth…Pt…
The Point of Existence.
So.many check.points, represented by each.of you some who.are quiet and others who.respind. each taking the E Cues.
From.Space Ship.Star Craft of the past (Ogonna S Omo Crafts) to Beautiful Father Kingof the U.F.O’s Nnaemeka Chinwuba Ezeufonna…Guided by the Epiphany Beautiful Star ( Esther Uzoma)…
Finall.to.Air Plane 747…
Space Ship Star Craft…Air Plane…S.S…S.A… Siththy Ameena-Albert Santana..S.A…P.R..Public Annoucement… We are circling the point.of landing well…
Not on Anna..the Land and ground as Truth already proven with Nikoma and line of Chris Franco Stephen Filgueira and Zeina Hanna and Angela Marie Alexander….C.F…Circle Full Crowned with Laurels of Sensational Feelings of Beauty of the Angel Messenger of the Bright star of the Sea, the Defender of Man…Franco.l, yes we are born free…permision to land the Dove of peace.. Jude Rogers..J.R (Happy Birthday Jofia Ross!) the Dove is Praise…Roger A.O.K.,over and out…
And last they know who pilots this plane..”Its the Beautiful Devilish 1… Bhacon Dhante..B.D…
“We know his delightful Intensition Fun Mischief Beauty and Constant revelry…
That is his Akir Plan…A Cure for.all.this.misery…
So not in land do we land our C, but in that one Truth. And true Space Craft crafted and Airplane 747..The Being Bud, Buddah..Ah…that Body.of Truth now proven to.be one…
Landing the consciousness of the True Reason and.logic of Being of Existence…
Luke Simon…The Birthday Boy…
Lu K.E ( Prof of Beauty and Doctor of Love)
Si! Mon…Yes! Manifestion M On!
Land in Space Suit Body..S.S.B…
The Truth…Omega Alpha…
The Truth Of One
The Truth Of Alpha Begining
The Truth Of 1.A.
Is,
To.A.
To.A
Ta.O
To.A….
The 1E.
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