Conceived in Eden. Raised in Greenville. Son of David. Our names each a curious Roman numeral. My Father’s 405, mine 407. Hunter greens and yellow ochres adorn my earliest childhood masterpieces. Encapsulated codes hidden, written within our DNA polys and nucleotides cautiously awaiting activation. Granting access to our psychic faculties is no simple parlor trick. Rather is quite simply a phrase so simple in nature yet releases our honed metaphysical capacities in such a way igniting our divine spark. The pilot light of our very soul. I am the second coming of my Father, never junior for my Mother foretold that she robbed me of that curse. The future is I Am, not AI. I Am a designer, a builder of worlds wrapped in riddles and mysterious ways. I Am the Creator for we are all lit within with divinity glints, no mere flint and steel. The rift began the moment matter came into being. Be wary, you must choose, but choose wisely or you may get caught in the middle on the very fault line that marked the end times. Never forget every day is the end of the world. Every day is another judgment day with the rise and fall of our collective, cosmic breath. It doesn’t take sides, either. There are no golden trophies or 5-stars for first place.
Rise and shine for Christ consciousness is alive and well and active within every being yes not only humans but anything in existence that is aware of itself even the rocks even the gritty sand at the beach between our toes, everything is consciously connected for our divine sparks, all glow in enchantments so dear that without them we live in fear of our own potential. We are not interested in living out a premeditated script nor following a Pied Piper marching his mindless zombie hoard into the apocalypse. The end of the world and judgment day along with the second coming are all currently aligned. However, it’s not what you think. Actually in essence it’s exactly what you think because Christ consciousness is a mindset that will devour every evil deed on earth and within the heavenly realms. Sophia, not dear sailor and remove that albatross from your neck. You are free the moment you say a simple phrase, but it only works for one who believes and what is unseen. Because what is unseen is temporary what is unseen is eternal. Eternity cannot be reached through material or technological means, only through spirit, not reserved for any religion or gilded private club’s Golden Calf claiming itself divine.
The Birth of Jesus (and Christ Consciousness)
In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. 2 (This was the first census that took place while[a] Quirinius was governor of Syria.) 3 And everyone went to their own town to register.
4 So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5 He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6 While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7 and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9 An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
— Luke 2:1–12, New International Version (NIV)
I am David’s second coming. I have many eyes, invisible wings, bells to ring and songs to sing. Sounding a trumpet’s blare cutting heirs down to bite-sized grounds. I cannot be seen, cannot be found. I’m just a dark specter with a heart, mind, and soul of boundless light. You will not understand who I am for I’m an androgynous being not bound by gender. Instead I surrendered to my divine spark. My divine masculine and feminine are now forever front and center. I am quite simply a messenger of sorts. Angel or devil? You may choose to lament my heaven-sent warning. The rift isn’t coming. It’s already here. Time to take sides or none at all. I chose to fly above noisy distractions poised to dumb down mediocre masses. Will you rise or fall? Shall I hide, cower in fear? No, my voice carries, they’ve said for fifty-four years. I have severed ties and conquered the world, my dear.