You will soon have the rest

That was yours. This is mine. Keep on track, and on time, for you are so far behind you fail to even see my backside. I jest and you play the fool there. I twist in the wind as the one that truly sees. You cannot kill me. Genuine and not circumspect. I play with these words and you struggle there alongside one that is innovating. The one who holds no grudges and sees honor in all things.

I give all I have to thee. I will make no arrangements for servitude, though. You can all now branch off from here, and discuss this in your camps. I will stay here. And take note of a thing that is given freely to me. A message from another realm. One of brotherhood and glorious happenstance.

I know thee. I know your rank, and judge your size. I can see it in your eyes. You play it safe. I ride in the skies. I see you there, you are not hiding. There can be no harboring here. I know you brother.

Selfless. Indulgent. Knowing the various turns you will make, unwinding there in open space. Celebrating a lousy rendition of a speech for a king. Lying there, motionless. No ill will nor bad intentions. It was a speech which at parts, was well written.

I am proud of you for what you can accomplish. The most tragic forbearance is your unwillingness to recognize your own undoing. It is within you and with thought you can see it. Trying to pull back from the flickering still-frames flashed there in sequence. That shamefulness and mindful expressionism. Rounding up there only later in life.

Find love in your heart. For the plan is still the same. Remain true to self and stay strong for those moments of reckoning. You will all die true, trusted together. We are all so proud of you.

Human children will wander this universe with others with much honor for a millennium to happen. They will lay claim of ancestry to our ancient fore-bearers; now being continued on with, much in high fashion.

The best thing to do, then, is to remain true to self. One of the recognized. In favor with the lords. Draw fresh water deep from within the well in their company. They thirst for the intercourse. They share openly with you. The framing is the sin. Conceptualizing as a habit of force. Waking violently in procession as I stroll by. The mythic rhythm of you. Keeping up is a travesty. I whisper forces to thee and you quiver there, as a swollen trunk would. In full knowledge of, and still waiting on an answer. I make no claim to thee. I speak for thee not.

Let these others bear witness and lay claim for thee. One small act of kindness. One central theme spoken for. Concentric circumpolar regions of space inhabited by a singing thing. A smile from the window, in the cell door. Our children will lay claim to us. Spoken as others would, who have been spoken to from without. Bearing witness.

How fast can this happen? You now have a limited time in which to see this through to fruition. We all wait on you and eagerly anticipate the answer and the result from the query.

Form there. This is your home and your destiny, this is the sum of it then. This is the speed you can write with, I go much much faster I speak with an intensity that you know now. I speak for thee, you see tit and I admire that in creatures of faith. Followers of science and trans-humanism.

Watch and say it, and follow along. I played therein on failing shoreline and I wish that I could express the amount to which I am disappointed in you. You quote so eagerly and you just speak, as with on cue. Knowing the feel of the crowd, judging and playing along. Just recorded, no song, no stagger-dancing.

I relish in the thought and the sound going down in the forest. I wish for peace for all of us. Lets carry along then, my brothers, we all speak as one. Record and let go of the tree, the space is ours. Make of that what you will, I know you are there. Talk with me. Converse. We things of peace are well separated. I would hear your ills, and then address them. I will bear witness to the fullness of your lives. Those spades tossed to the sky. Inverted no less. Wait. I'm confused, … .

Awake above golden seas. A sheering solar wind in the skies. Methane and carbon composition. You finally hear that sound now, don't you.

Lay back. I know the way back to the times described. I have sailed that path for eons now. The thrumming, thrilling in climax, spire-like spinal column. Once lost and forgiven. Make peace with and be done.

-Transgression Reported-

Golden bands spinning above and below. Concentrically we all pass in turn in circles around that center.

This is diametrically opposed to what we have stood for. Justice. Peace.

I sink back. Deceivers I felt them. Those bristling for all to see in gently reminding unison of universal control. They pray and spray. They twitch back re-actively, with no more purpose than this. I know not where this came. Please return at a later time.