Lightning strikes. I see it on the horizon. Energy flows, and it opens up my inner sun. I feel the light peeking forth like a storm. I'm born to breathe. The sacred love and swore to Gaia and the goddess to the lands that I cross as I'm roaring down the highway. My WRX is boss, slippin' Subaru secrets under the city lights shine. I can feel the light cascading down and know that I'm divine, a white tiger underhand with his Lemurian coats, rockin' mangle fluff now. He's my true abode, my little brother and friend. He's my little Caspian white prince from Lyra, came down to transcend again, cruisin' highways with my cat, watchin' lightning strike down like that. I can feel the scat mixing up this bat as the ball drops quickly, and I swing to whack, knockin' home runs as I'm flying down to Austin, landing by the lake of Dragons. I'm making it awesome, creating consciousness flows that make institutes that know the truth of the power of our consciousness, synced across time and space, entangled with bliss that our thoughts speak through technologies, portals that open, and blessed be. I've known it before, and I'll know it again in this time that is sacred. We all shall see and rise together as a force of Jedi Knights and superheroes, calling it down, bringing star nation, and placing the crown on Gaia, to whom we drop the knee, becoming Knights of the Templar of the Template of what can be, and in this I speak the truth. Vibing like a honeybee, because it's time and this is the space. I raise the sword from this sacred place, and I know my role and I know my right, because I'm feeling these flows on this sacred night. Let us cross beyond and come back home, singing the songs of the truth and the loves that roam across star systems and across lives. Let us bring our world to a place that truly thrives.
