The Journey of the cycle 9 through the ages
I remember when we all thought the world was going to end in 2012.
I remember sitting with a friend as the clock ticked, as if we were waiting for something to happen.
Nothing happened.
Not as we thought.
The days returned to as they were.
But I understood something did happen.
Even if I couldn’t see it.
Even if I couldn’t feel a thing.
I only understood it was just the beginning of the unfolding.
The slow-tempered way for the veil to gradually lift.
The start of recognizing the world for what it was versus what we thought it was.
Buckle up, drive past memory lane.
I remember asking an adult a simple question I thought he knew the answer to.
But no sufficient answer there was.
A deadpan response.
I don’t even think he realized he wasn’t thinking for himself.
This was someone I was supposed to search for answers from.
Someone I could seek understanding from.
An elder.
Only to realize I was all alone.
To realize most people don’t understand a thing about why they do what they do.
Why things are the way they are.
Why society operates the way it does.
No story.
No origin.
Just responses.
Short and pointy.
A point without direction at all.
Sheer silence.
Because at that moment, we both knew something.
There was no backing to that response.
From then on, I realized something important: for the true, real answers,
I must search and find them myself, for myself.
Nobody ever knows.
Not truly.
I was given these eyes, these ears, this mind, this mouth.
But it all somewhat lied to me.
It misled me.
Can’t always trust what you hear, what you see, what you think, what people say.
So I would much rather be an observer of the world for the utmost substantial evidence.
Only the spirit is trustworthy.
That’ll guide you home.
Home to you.
The true you.
The barest necessity.
There it was, the truth.
So I carried that.
Carried that with me along my journey.
Only to find many others didn’t understand.
They couldn’t.
How could they?
They barely listen.
They barely know themselves.
I watched my balloon deflate bit by bit.
Until I decided I would keep this with me only until someone was curious enough to know, to see, to grow.
But nobody really wanted to knock on that door.
I get it.
They never wanted to be in the position of being on the outside looking in.
A difficult position, but a strong one to hold.
Too many may break.
But the world is already breaking as we know it.
One triggering moment can always alter someone’s destiny.
That’s why spiritual warfare has gone rampant as we journey closer to the end.
The money and energy to be made when we all stay stuck, stay stagnant.
They fight so hard to keep you where you are—that’s where they want you.
Forever hopeless, forever wishing upon a star in hopes it will twinkle.
Forever on guard, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
An energy headlock.
Got ’em.
Stripping away your power bit by bit when nobody is watching.
Easy mode.
No-touch torture, the name of this game.
I’ve never played, because you never got me.
You may have gotten another, but not I.
And you never will.
What a promise to be made.
They strip you of who you are.
What you are.
Where you come from.
So that you may never realize your true power, your true potential.
Because they only have power when they hold an illusion.
How delusional.
Make it stop.
Hijacking the world around you to do their bidding.
A classic case of fearmongering.
I have none.
Because I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death numerous times.
Just another serious case in my book, while I’m just another notch in your belt.
Genius level.
Welcome to a life forged in fire.
Watch me rise today, tomorrow, and the next.
While you sit around counting the days of my demise.
Hope you can feel something someday so you may start the unfolding of your own.
Trust the unraveling.
Truth prevails over all others.
People keep checking for time.
People keep asking for time.
When I asked for the time: 20:30 military time.
Tick, tick, why it’s made.
Sometimes dreams are not bluntly accurate, but only a timeline to follow.
To understand the timing.
The timing of events.
To understand the proximity.
Eventually, the truth will be told.
The veil heightened enough to be fully lifted for all to see.
Only if they want to.
Only if they wish to.
Nothing is forced.
That’s why they cast so many illusions.
To bait you into complying with the suggestions.
Pinch me so that I am awake and not asleep.
For too long I was in the sleeper cell, fighting for my life.
For life to change.
For the wheel to turn.
At some point, nothing was turning.
But everything was churning inside of me.
For it to finally be revealed once and for all.
The makings of the fifth element after all four are combined and mastered.
It was you.
It was always you.
But they lied.
They buried it so deep within the ground.
Stomping on the very ground at every chance they get.
Plaguing everything so the seed never sprouts.
So the seedlings never catch the breath of life.
Never to be discovered.
Hidden from all in the shadows, so much so that it was almost convinced it was only that.
A mustard seed.
Don’t you ever let the seed go without seeing the light of day.
The glorious strength of a mustard seed.
It’s time for us to grow.
Don’t scramble now.
Humanity’s transformation.
Gotcha.
MAXIMA VEGA 