Pretty Bad Ugly Good | Pine Cone

Everything I see is nothing, but everything hiding from me inside, and everything outside is, really nothing but me, so it takes something Pretty Bad in me to see Nothing but Ugly Good Nothings outside, au compare.

I am not just me then, when we figure Cellular Time in, all my other separating illusions pounding away in my suffering Double-vision unsafe head judgements. When we fall apart inside, as we come together outside, we are never safer once we admit we are everything we see as the good the bad and the ugly reflecting, only Pretty-twisted at our handy dandy Lethal Mob Mortality convenience.

Particles waving at us, and waves full of our, same particles from the inside-out deja vu vice versa in Times weary intolerance, as if everything we, ever were, are, and will be appears in Body-silo apparition shadows that, never leave anything out for us to observe in the music of I AM THAT THAT I AM Acceptance melodies; we better believe its.

Collective Consciousness sacrifices these sacred Individual Intuitive Independent beauties, as if we define everything unreal outside, as the truth about separation-suffering, as our Judging Mob Compass Violence. Such Collective Conscious Sucky Mob Unawareness is deafening, so the only way to turn everything around, and back ass ward is to enforce the illusion outside onto every Innocent New Comer so no one, ever falls apart inside when Time robs our Coming together outside from, never admitting it takes something Pretty Bad in me to see Nothing but Ugly Good Nothings outside, au compare.

It just may be that any Sexual chemical kidnapping comes from hidden shame-motives for the sake of Time’s hold on us from, all before, and afters in total denial? Once Time silos have there way with us, the Mob is, all we have left of us, so where does Spiritual Sovereign Singularity-surrender come inside, if not at all, for the sake of our Outside-ugly Statist Stasis weaponized status quo Violent-mirror?

For a Group Ascension to occur, each Individual Intuitive Independent would admit “I am the Collective Consciousness of, all Time’s violent Illusions, that mirror me, and everything I see in our shared silo-denial from falling apart inside safety, where:

Particles waving at us, and waves full of our, same particles from the inside-out deja vu vice versa in Times weary intolerance, as if everything we, ever were, are, and will be appears in Body-silo Apparition shadows that, never leave anything out for us to observe in the music of I AM THAT THAT I AM Acceptance melodies, we better believe its Celestial Symphony.

Am I, merely a man? Hell No!!!

Woman then? Woe NO!!!

Kid again? Lethal Mob Mortal no!

Alone? Not even Possible!!!

Outside? No Nothing Not!!!

I am not just me then, when we figure Cellular Time in, all my other separating illusions pounding away in my suffering Double-vision unsafe head judgements? Heavens to Betsy YESERIE Bob | Safe as a bug inside a Mob-hug Hate-rug Apparition!!!