Hello
and welcome spiritual entities
brothers sisters on this frequency
elevate your flippers don your slippers
now tune into me
indulge in my poetic prophetic
whirlwind of perception
I’m
DR. MU
now I pass to you
my knowledge for absorption
I align with Ireland’s isle
your 3rd dimension fries my bile
I thrive outside your meta-hive
I’ve spied on earth a while
I unwind these times
with cosmic rhymes
my kind
that’s how we think
I’m a REALITY HOST
a quantum ghost
I’ve come to weld the links
my blood
it stains like human veins
your lost ancestor
ME
my phonetics fan your pineal
with redacted history
as Aurora’s bow expands and glows
to pierce divinity
returning now
I shall endow you with the mysteries
I’m a watcher
not a worshipper
I fought the ancient ones
false prophets
fraught with demon thoughts
still curse me speaking tongues
on MU
I knew the Nephilim crew
they mined your giant trees
I lived time on Atlantis
saw you wash under the sea
predicting with astrology
I hunt archons with chi
my golden-ratio spiral
haunts their kin on fractal seas
I swam and dove with dolphins
free
their language lost to thee
NOW
MANIFESTING HERE
I tame your fears with serendipity
THIS WORK
i scribe on tree flesh
channelled through a human hand
my identity is known to few
across your primal lands
just know
i’m passive and i linger
in the synchronistic thoughts
of modern shamans waiting lifetimes
to awaken and be taught
i’m a
REALITY HOST
i recite to the infinite strains of meek
i’m a super-conscious freak
who rides inside merkaba streaks
i can exist in many bodies
while retaining all my memories
diluting ego in all entities
retuning minds…minds…minds
i’ve come to tame acidic times
by flowing alkaline rhymes
NOW
I CONNECT
with SEL my student
this book we choose to do
Druidic coding in his DNA
his ascension overdue
co-inhabiting his 3D suit
I rhyme within his shell
many ponder if I’m human
but the DR never tells
in this book I shall converse
through SEL’s cosmic Celtic mind
an awakened adult male
I’ve chosen SEL to tell my tale
magic mushrooms
he ate as a youth
with chocolate looking for the truth
he talks to ghosts
that’s not a boast
plant-meds have him engrossed
REAWAKENED
for this reset
SEL’s aware of other lives
multi-parallel incarnations
some as shamans some as wives
Christian trauma in his early life
awoke his (inner mind)
gifting cheat codes
through this board game
till the end-times we're entwined
past-life karma
chose his role
anguish toughened up his soul
undoing years of mind-control
purging luci-fear the goal
an Egyptian reiki cure
de calcified his pineal-gland
his kundalini now awake
to pen my ramblings
through his hand
Queen Aurora’s due her spring clean
man’s dust will sweep away
you forget you dwell
in the polar realm
where your soul sleeps to this day
NOW
through my Celt antenna
I let you know you live forever
my exorcisms and effusions
quench the thirst
of deaths conclusion
CONSCIOUSNESS
NOW REAWAKENS
witness time disintegration
you are energy
in motion
the true meaning of emotion
the Celtic race maintains
THE SEER CODE
within their brains
they taught in Hyperborea
now feuding brothers
but once tame
like the Sanskrit Vedic-Indians
around since ancient times
back on Eden’s coasts
I chose my host
to rhyme here at this time
SEL
was born in Northern Ireland
its beauty humbles all
MU’s bloodlines
grace her Druid race
self-magic one and all
but
they’re ever so divided
kids roughed up wise and tough
trapped within the medieval
and by God they’ve had enough
OF
living in the dark-age
Eire’s so-called modern-time
dark societies and lodges
have forever ruled this isle
usurped by false religion
these divided clans of man
the Judas politicians
bowing to a hidden hand
Belfast
(baal-fest) is a madhouse
but unique in many ways
no more bombs
to shake SEL’s windows
fear suspicion night and day
he knew
two colleagues who were murdered
three friends shot in the knees
three cripples and two bodies
gunned down for false beliefs
SEL
incarnated as a Protestant
his default Christian mode
being born into a conflict
they’re the bad guys
he was told
but he saw fools
give up their jewels
to fuel the vicar’s drool
watching morons
get their heads baptised
in a chlorine swimming pool
SLAP!!
when the Protestants
shipped from Scotland
they lost their Celtic traits
all the Catholics saw
was British rule
both sides conned into hate
a peace was sealed
a normal life now possible for all
but just like Israel
they hide
their worst atrocities with walls
Ireland’s past Druidic race
is demonised...ised...ised
tame the clans with spirit-drinks
so
THE SEER CODE
can’t rise
the El-itists are insane
low melatonin in their brains
but their time is up
they pushed their luck
DR. MU
now runs amok
I'm a bit of an outsider
Don Juan calls me a Flyer
my vibration high I cannot die
I laughed on the pyre
i squash archons like they’re spiders
trap jinn in smokeless fire
i was chopping heads off demons
when I heard the cry from Gaia
Aurora Goddess
summoned me
a DR for her pregnancy
in man disguise I am her eyes
dark forces needing neutralised
we
REALITY HOSTS
are janitors
we balance universal laws
concealing who we are because
inside this matrix
we're outlaws
i cannot show my face
so with stealth I act in case
i blend in with the living dead
to fill in love where evil treads
our secret genealogy
comes straight from Enoch’s family
THE SEER CODE
is my decree
protecting my identity
i’m living free in demons’ heads
in Mystery Schools my kin was bred
that’s all for now
enough I’ve said
a lonely life I’ve always led
SEL
got quickly out of there
the fear at home too much to bear
religious hate divides the Celts
P.T.S.D is normal there
through reading authors’ books
Churchianity became a joke
living in the Netherlands
his brain awoke
with shrooms and smoke
something in these earthly gifts
re wired his pining mind
they AWAKENED inner-standing
of an ancient Gnostic kind
obsessed with proving UFO’s
he searched until he saw one
read all about false-flags
and fake invasions soon to come
after travelling for years
he learned the Earth is not a sphere
that the Pyramids were retro-tech
their builders disappeared
such a mystery lost to history
who designed these stone machines?
the Greatest Pyramid is Mount Sinai
not a tomb for sleeping kings
SEL
was wracked by night-time terrors
my contact was taking place
interacting in his dreams
my visitations didn't cease
through school indoctrination
his memory lost that piece
his child-mind lubricated
with the fear/guilt Christian grease
i have taught in rainbow frequencies
and countless ones beyond
within Lemurian Mystery Schools
juggling crystal skulls and wands
i inhabited the bodies
of left-handed dolphin twins
blowing aqua reiki bubbles
healing orca’s with my fins
then later on a sunken continent
in your timeline
i graduated through the
White Electric Mirror Mayan Line
my jaguar-human face
our therianthropic race
hear us speaking through
your psychedelic plants
from astral space
then i left your third dimension date
of 522 AD
before the Phoenix and Nibiru
caused a world calamity
the faking of the Dark Age
saw the dumb rise over the wise
pristine setting
for your fear-guilt blood religions
to arise
SEL read
Jehovah murdered babies
Christ’s father CAN'T be that!
Sundays on the benches
families forcing out their act
every cell inside SEL
knew these verses lacked good fact
when he asked a clever question
his musing was attacked
with chemical abuse
his guilt then found some space
a path to higher worlds
dungeon-programs to erase
his anger for the trauma
hid behind a druggy face
what he thought was his deliverance
was the dark-side playing ace
IT'S HELL
to have to sweat and dwell
in a fragile human suit
again
to toil within this dense reality
again as youth
but incarnate I did
for Earth has slid
far off the path of truth
so hear this sleuth I have the proof
you're trapped under a plasma roof
SOLE WITNESS
to his personal hell
SEL
barely held his mind
what had started as relief
a realm of demons he did find
drugs had left his aura weakened
to attacks of an astral kind
the contract for his soul back then
he very nearly signed
but with cues from
DR. MU
he came out the other side
the awareness of his life quest
he no longer has to hide
guided in the God direction
by a loved one who had died
the one he blamed for his distress
for whom he's rarely cried
SEL
now recalls the reason
why he came here in these times
many lifetimes as a writer
born to help me pen my rhymes
he was chosen by REALITY HOSTS
to help expose their crimes
now he's working off his karma
5th dimension now we climb!