zero socials

It profits little

The idle king

That was right and wrong

Because Odysseus 

Luxuriate his grief 

For 8 years

Albeit subconsciously 

Unable to emote 

That which could and would

Ultimately free him

So the idle 

Regrew the spine

He broke in another's battle

To begin the long journey home

And take his place

Beside a queen

In her own right

Who patiently waited

Because the heart knows

No other, time aside

And when Sinner reached

Homeland 

To secure his place

Not on Earth

But Heaven

His alter

The shame he'd accepted

In the horrors of war

Replayed in a broken mind

Over and over

Preventing the lark's song

Enabled Odysseus to break

His mortal bind

And return to the place

He once knew

Where pain is self negotiated 

Daily

To develop the soul

For constant map creation 

Turning understanding

To knowledge 

To wisdom 

To profitable movement 

That the king 

Once idle in hurt

Sees the silence 

Worked briefly 

Because without it

He simply wouldn't have grown

To be a man

Which the luxury of grief 

Of tears

And clotted blood

Knitted skin

Reformed bones

New neural pathways

From desire 

And sight 

Are the gift

Proving no one is ever truly idle

Of mind and spirit and soul

The king profit

In the dark

Before returning to light

To be

With zero shame

Thus allowing others

To cast aside

Emotional projects 

That they would have

You wear

To profit them

Eschewing the throne

To which the king

Not aspires

But was born to

Without fanfare

Which is easily seen

From those below

Who know a crown 

And enjoy the love

He brings 

By standing shoulder to shoulder 

With his people

In all their colour

So the next time

You think

To speak on the beggar 

Whose rod and staff comfort

Him and those

From on High

Wonder if perhaps

Someone sent 

The king to walk

Among those

Who need him the most

And that mortal thrones

Aren't as profitable

As those made by God

You're wondering

Why you wake

Hungry daily

With a full plate

Overflowing 

That simply doesn't nourish

Because a sick soul

Born of reduced

Spiritual discernment 

Causes you

To cast a greasy eye

Over the next

Where compassion

Should be your fall back

Instead illness

Talks you into

A cultural fantasy 

That you're better 

Than the human standing 

Next to you

Because you've got things

Wrong

You're dust

Surrounded by dust

Living on dust

The problem is

You don't know it

You bought some pink board

Bullshit notion 

You're better than those without

For any number of variables 

Which your deluded mind

Tells you goes to power

Which in fact

You gave away

For those things

Because true power is love

Including said compassion 

Per greasy eye

For a soul sale

To Devil

For a meaningless plate

Filled with things

That cause your spiritual ache

Given there's no joy

Simply too much of a good thing

Or

Gluttony while speaking ill 

On the impoverished 

Is a self fulfilling program 

Of personal destruction 

Albeit subconscious 

That will never change

As you refuse truth 

Shortly

You are destiny to surround forever

With shiny dust who also fails

To grasp what is truly important 

Before passing back 

Into your Ancestors fold

To become part of Universal 

Divine wisdom 

Where you not just understand 

But know with certainty 

Life was short 

And you wasted yours

Buying shit

And shit talking 

Because that's all you

Were capable of

This incarnation 

Which was your choice

And no one else's 

As such

The not weak but loving

Which goes to strength 

Wish you well

As always

Because that's loves gig

To care

And share

Consistently 

While creating workarounds 

To ensure our fruitful beings

Remain untrapped

By those who choose

Death daily

And aren't bright enough 

To realise their predicament 

All it means, mate

Is that humans are signals beacons

Everyone.

It's not a new concept or activity

Termed universal consciousness

In life, we program ourselves 

To become walking talking code

We ask the universe for intel

Better or poorer

And She responds

We can listen to and read her

Using languages, we develop with Source

I use all available channels and media

Inc. via tech that your mob gift us

As such, thank you Steve♡

Who once said, paraphrasing

I hope Apple brings people a whole universe of information

He couldn't have known

Just how predictive the statement was

For me...

In conjunction with an ability to understand

And create meaningful datasets

That I update and cross ref, ongoingly

For life or transformation

Because I choose this path, daily

It's a great deal of work

But my business, is my life

True spiritualists manage their alignment

But you don't need to be other worldly

To develop a connection

You just need to believe in their magic

And make it yours

I suggest asking the universe for messaging

And following through

Because there's little point

In talk with zero strategic operational engagement planning

And monitoring for benefits realisation

Your Ancestors want the best for you

Do you too?