Locked pit outside

You are being to visible they can label you delusional, your inputs will trap you into pits. . . Your truth speaking gifts can create locked intelligence. Control yourself in public before they chain you into entrapments. Blend in seem discouraged, as the ages of hidden powers can no longer be put away, you must harness become like the wind. Flow with ease and comfort while they want you to crumble. Pieces of material they steal , your delusions will soon become fancy like films. Abilities you carry like open weapons concealed. No one wants to hear the barricaded negative beams of forces they burst on to your life. No one wants you to speak , or tell. Turning those you love against you accusing you of instabilities. Soon your delusions will become fancy like films. . .  

Cristina Jimenez

 

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Dont Grow Weak

The Dream realms are hinting at the new prophecy’s I enter the path with fruitful apples growing and deposited into my soul. The seeds are sprouting and allowing for the dreamer to keep on seeing. The ever growing ripe fruit understands what the sleeper had to endure. The low corrupt depression that was placed from jealous spirits, the envious ones that need to correct with egotistical mouths. They watch and eat like leeches. There spirits are rotting. Richness awaits for the patient water bearing mother and father. Entering the realm of divinity is not for the weak. Surprises come to those that surpass the entities that constantly need to feed there egos. Constantly corrupting and disturbing sweetness for there leisure’s. False attributes to be in a rush to proclaim false gold.

Cristina Jimenez

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