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Sitting In My Magnificent

Sitting In My Magnificent

Sitting in my magnificent with my legs crossed in my dark-blue jeans and timberlands on my feet. I meditate to the realm above me and my eyes leaks white paste from them. So my brains melts as deep dark space expand my mind so vastly. Now I maybe brainless, but I am still mindful with the sun in my eye and the moon in my sky. A bullet raptured from the distance and the beat of the universe begins to sound as my spiritual body ascends and my spirit dances to the beat of the drum and my ancestors greet me with new treats.
Indigo, please tell me where is my love?
The motion begins to slow, so now my awareness is heightened. Bloods cells feels like they are skipping through my body and when “I think” I can feel a world full electrons scrambling together to create each of my thoughts.
From the side of my right eye I can see the light, but it’s not shinning, and it’s not what I would picture in my physical body.
The light was just a message begin sent to my mind’s eye for a special reminder that the journey I need to continue will become shorter to my death if I continue wasting precious time from out of the human body experience.
So I return to the body and laid in my magnificent and wander in my mind for a new insight in my life. 

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