Deep within my flesh i feel a sense of undesired but willing want that goes against my principle but comes with satisfaction when done. Am i human or not? I drive to do more which falls withing the way of life i stand for yet i loose my focus daily and fall short of my glory yet i fight, not because i do not fall always back to ubiquitous but i fight cause i believe and in the believe come a peace that knows best how i should feel.
Blood on the dance floor, rapes in the street, fights in the alley and gun shots in the air, these will come even if we fight for peace, they are inevitably our wicked ways of existence tailored into our minds as the fruit of damnation went into our bloodstream, yet we fight for the craving for calmness, yet we fight for the sincerity of assurance, yet we fight to believe in the higher power than we can ever be.
We are beings made with complicated personalities, we have been injected with the desire that outsmarts our persons cause we simply are tools used against ourselves. Our weakest and strongest fighting weapon is the power in our minds, we can be broken or mended by the ideas that we create in them. Even the book of faith ensures the message is there that ask you and i to guide our mind against illegal occupant and full our minds with truth, hope, assurance, faith and sincerity, in this trend we are made to walk tall and blameless than it should have been if we ever allow ourselves a victim of our own mind.
The greatest of minds are nit those who came with force to fight in wars and anarchy, no politician made that seat of greatness, yes they got rich from forceful acquisitions but they never were the brains behind their so called success, they are just puppet in the game of the wise ones who are willing to guide their minds from the distractions of the world and open their inner eyes to reveal and study deeper the science of noetic practice.
We live in the dark age, where our minds are hooked to machines in platforms running 0's and 1's allowing you and i the lost access to the real world and there we are lost in the flamboyancy of the graphic images that we forget the beauty that life truly is and allows our world to die off cause of neglect. We are loosing grip of reality yet we think we are living the best life ahead, you make a call you are hacked, you send a message, you are not secured and you have a chat, you get accessed.
No mailing service has a right to your packaged mail, but your electronic mail has no security, ever thought of that. You are living the life of big brother seeing all things from all angles as you surrender your world to the machines and computers, living in the 666 era of existence which will bring about the final war of destruction cause we surely are building unconsciously a matrix that will entrap our kids in the future and will surely send us deeper into the loosing edge of reality.
We have severed our relationship with animals, with plants, with trees and with our open freedom that we are willing to pay for everything even the free things of life have been sold to us cause we think it is best if we buy them than if they were free. So the idea of greed comes in and the power of selfishness and acquisition will uphold what we never ever anticipated, what happens when you and i have the same purpose in money making.... fill in the blanks.
We have forgotten that we are made up of the same molecules and atoms that we can do what others can and the more we desire what we want individually, we surely are going to affect others with our thoughts and desires and that is what we will use to completely destroy what ever will be left after the coming war which will be set up in the northern Afro region of the world.
Your mind is focused now on a financial threat to the world but the reality is the financial threat to the world powers which are the Americans and the Europeans but we simply have been conned into carrying their burdens when they fall to ruins but never a partaker of the full benefits when it is reassuringly bountiful. So we are just puppets of the civilization of the world, we have been made to destroy our roots and set our eyes on the beauty of another but one way better to reunite with our world and reopen the channel that we have been acquainted with, we need our old men and wise tale bearers to remind us of what we truly are as Africans, as the black race and as the future world power if we will change our ficus from the need for attention to the reason for attention itself, then the game of the civilization of the world will be over our own heads and then we can take back the regions of the world that we truly posses and are in charge of at the moment.