NINE MINUTES TILL TEN

/// *** /// Body in the bed… but the soul in the consequence. I seen the setup, seen the plot, woke up calm like, “Yeah… I already conquered this.” Timeline twisted, mind lifted, spirit on reconnaissance. Body in the bed, but my soul in the consequence. I go to sleep, wake up where we ain’t lived yet. Time-travel, astral-project, watch the whole grid flex. I unravel what happens before it hits sequence. Future bleeding through dreams like God leaking secrets. I’m not guessing, I’m decoding the pieces. Vision hit vivid, then reality repeats it. Been somewhere ahead where the clocks don’t breathe. Came back with tomorrow stitched in my sleeves. Timeline tangled, spirit on assignment. Truth hit twice, then the real world rhymed it. Wake back to bed, astral projection, lucid dreaming. Body still resting, but my spirit still leaving. Eyes closed tight, vision still streaming. I seen tomorrow talking while the ceiling started breathing. Sleep ain’t sleep, it’s a doorway I’m reading. Timeline bleeding, every sign got meaning. Wake up twice, still caught between seasons. God showed the route, now I move with a reason. I seen the setup, seen the plot, woke up calm like, “Yeah… I already conquered this.” Timeline twisted, mind lifted, spirit on reconnaissance. Body in the bed, but my soul in the consequence. I wake up twice, but the second one’s different. Body still heavy, but the spirit stays lifted. I seen the blueprint while the timeline was glitching. God showed the route, now the path got precision. I don’t chase futures, I meet ’em mid-stride. Pressure decoded, proof tucked in my side. Spirit on recon, now the body on go. Woke up this morning, but I already know. They call it a dream, I call it permission. Heaven gave coordinates, I followed transmission. Some nights the rope don’t reach, some nights the grid don’t flex. Every failed attempt still teaches what the next one gets. I don’t force the exit, I just set the intention. Let God mark the moment, then I walk with precision. If tomorrow tries to test me, I don’t flinch, I reminisce. I already stood there. I already conquered this. I seen the setup, seen the plot, woke up calm like, “Yeah… I already conquered this.” Timeline twisted, mind lifted, spirit on reconnaissance. Body in the bed, but my soul in the consequence. Body in the bed… but the soul already read the ending. I already conquered this.