Listen to Your Pets
January thirteenth two thousand twenty two
was the last time I went to the shadows to have a bottle
of Japanese tequila with my underworld pets.
There they served me my own power.
The underworld is not seductive John John Jr.s
like my mom said it would be.
It is barbaric pleading screams for what was
in the upper world paradigms.
Ancestors heard those screams.
Ezra remembers those screams
locked in my master suite in the country club.
This is where you level up.
My pets said leveling up is not glory and glamour
showering your life in the Met Gala
sacrament meeting of Alpine Utah.
It is not the clique of saints at the banquet.
Nor the cult of personality of large families
with so many members they are their own ward.
Nor is it in the large and spacious temples
built with the finest materials for the elect.
It is not having a well-groomed coven of women
to help raise your children with spells
of hymns, fresh orange rolls and raw testimony
in countless hours of meetings.
It is not with lawyers, surgeons or bankers of god
in white shirts with white handbooks
pontificating script to the tithe paying servants.
Hell is the upper world of illusions.
Go into the shadows, away from the "salvation"
where you receive messages from your pets,
information spies who live in the shadows.
You get upgrades that feel vicious to existence at first.
"Abort the mission. Abort the building on fire."
Abort the Christ-like members? The white knights?
Is your intuition wholeheartedly trusted,
or can you still be manipulated by the masses?
If you have learned the tricks of the upper world
you will be thrown into a final exam situation
to act upon the power previously served
specifically to your soul that dark night.
Your demon of manipulation and lies
has been a foundation of sand:
everything is washing away in the torrent
of visions, dreams, voices and synchronicities.
Is your intuition sharp and sight clear now
that a you were given foresight of the little boy drowning?
Not clear enough. Is it clear after your angel son
cracked his skull open exactly the day you knew he would?
What will it take for you to claim your power? Everett.
Once you do, the upper world saints will bring
their true colors to the surface in mockery and shunning
so you can lower your insight back down, doubt yourself.
As they insert themselves into your spirit
demonizing your sight, your character,
"Is this who you are?" "Just let it go, get over it."
Don't let it go, alchemize it to your advantage.
If you can sit through that without clearing the table,
without succumbing to Lot's wife flaw
to look back for what was, instead of what could be...
you are upgraded to rule upper and lower worlds
in a new dreamy era
at the rightful head of your table
where tequila is your unnecessary white knight
and you are your savior.
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