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!