Thursday, July 18, 2019

teardrop explodes treason

well destiny didn't show up, she always stands me up so therefore it became predictable but it was a good night, soft and gentle for a change, the type of night that saved old captain mission as he was beginning to detach completely into death.
ms mission did save the day / night by doing something. switching off her brain a little maybe from that 'fear' and inquisitionary approach to me. 
a moments peace but was it real? 
will it prove constant? 
i have no idea anymore. 

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

tonight i have a date with destiny. i guess by tomorrow i will know what i need to know and then move onwards to infinity and beyond.

more of it down the wire, accusations, projections and suddenly i realize i'm in the same old relationship that i've always been in. the one where it just goes on and on until i'm bored shitless, depleted and diminished and looking for a distraction. what a fucking nonsensical barrage of bullshit i seem to be up against and something just finally breaks inside me and i understand even acceptance has limits and conditions.
i'm completely wrong. everyone else was right. they all warned me, and thus you became very predictable.
not sure if i stopped caring or if i'm just so bored with the inevitable demands and hoops, the challenges and games, the questions, the lack of understanding, lack of effort, the endless barrage of talking about nonsense, the repetitive loops, the unnecessary shouting, the imposition that i may be a dark energy, a black magickian, a pixie with malevolent intent come to shred her shoes while she sleeps or rearrange the cutlery, the endless comparisons to golden boy with his angel wings and how perfect he is, i dunno but after a while i am just tired from the boxing match when all i wanted was something completely untarnished. this is not getting to know me at all, it's just mindlessness, a type of violence i really don't fucking want around me.
'i'm changing, i'm changing' the mantra goes, on and on like some distorted truth. yeah well you used to actually be beautiful. 
so i am about to delete it all, end it by disappearing from her life totally and the phone rings.
i fess up.
somehow all my anger and frustration just vanishes. 



Saturday, July 13, 2019

feel some strange shift inside me, beaten down, worn out from it all, the love i have may as well be just burning embers in a breeze and what i receive between defensive structures, walls, fortresses, armories, battalions, hatchet-wielding mad women, crazy fucked up angry zombie hordes, tanks, bombs, nukes and various other responses, is a momentary 'feeling' that comes close to what i actually need. it never lasts, it moves swiftly into combative states, it is brutal and hard and difficult to navigate at the moment. 
i've never felt such volatility in love, it's so angry and directed at me with every opportunity, relentlessly onwards it goes. am i really all you say i am? 
is this my fate? 
is this what i deserve as the sum of my life's achievements?
i am now her enemy because i represent something to her yet i am the inverse of her past, i am the reward, the other path. the one where it is all she ever wanted, yet i am tested and repelled, thought upon as a lab rat under observation. all my qualities are examined with critical eyes, reduced to harsh words and incorrect judgments.
we are the results of one another's wish yet all that has happened so far is she rejects me at every opportunity and now i am sucked into seeing how similar and familiar this energy feels to me, thus a loop is created and constricts both off us.
well i may be a loop but i'm making mine a strange loop and it won't operate under these circumstances, i know i'm very damaged now but i must look inwards at my own resources, the ones i can trust. i always work it out. and this is a difficult situation as she is nitroglycerine and filled with fear and some sort of loathing for me.

love won't work here, the defensive stuff is in her brain, her heart is very closed when it comes to me. everyone else she loves. everything else she is devoted to, except me. 
i know the whole situation is on her terms, it has to be for her to feel right, so i guess i accept those conditions but the cost is huge and it's killing me incrementally because it's so damaging and the opposite to healing.
we speak about this and it's like war. i'm actually shell shocked, traumatized. i need healing she says, yeah, actually i need fucking healing from her healing at my expense.
i have to do my healing alone, like a wounded animal i crawl off to lick my wounds but i'm far to beaten down to think straight. so i seek advice from the only friend i have and he's not even in this world now. he confirms what's suspected. then i sleep.
my processes kick in and i see the trap, it's absurd. all that is required is acceptance. 
she needs to accept me.
i don't think she will at all, in fact i predict she will do everything she can not to but it is the truth, she must reach acceptance.  

the anomaly
the deep fix

i see the savage in you
the brutal cycle that pursues
its inelegant defective loops

i received your defensive campaigns
from the moment I made my proclaim
to the point where nothing remains

you demonstrate hate with such skill
but it’s only up against my will
you can’t practice what you preach
because i am the anomaly

i bring out the savage in you
and it never knows what to do
except be what it’s conditioned to
and that makes it a lie not truth.

you demonstrate hate with such skill
but it’s up against my will
your frightened that love reigns supreme
because i am the anomaly.

because i am the anomaly.
because i am the anomaly.
because i am the anomaly.
come to set you free

Friday, July 12, 2019

the deep fix

never thought i would be an afterthought
not even here or there
never thought love was cruel
until she took me there
as an afterthought
such potential lays in waste
as an afterthought 
the damage just accumulates

but you are special she will say
special in a special way
(an afterthought)
you must believe your special she whispers
special in a special way
(an afterthought)

guess we didn't share the same vision after all
she could never choose the man she called
one was super the other strange
and now the judgment has been made
as an afterthought
such potential lays in waste
as an afterthought
the damage just accumulates

but you are special she will say
special in a special way
(an afterthought)
you must believe your special she whispers
special in a special way
(an afterthought)


Saturday, July 06, 2019

anger surges, i feel the need to lash out and do something crazy, destructive, just trash the fucking future as it's bankrupt and devoid of anything i personally ever wanted to invest in. my future stolen by your past, my dream sabotaged by your nightmare, my love corrupted by your fear.
i feel like screaming but i can't afford the luxury of surrendering to this energy. 

Friday, July 05, 2019

it is very hard when someone projects so much upon me it distorts me into something i am not and can never be. i'm the first to say, i am far from perfect but i am fucking close in the realms that count here which is where my disappointment lays. to be thought of in such a way by the person you love is quite strange and unnerving but i understand and have to do what's necessary despite it feeling like more of the same. i have to be true, remain committed and know myself in these waters, i do.
there is a sadness a grieving over what could have been, a lost love but we did it all backwards, the sad bit first and as my friend steve said, 'there's a lot of hurt before you get to the bliss.'
so let's hurt for a while, i guess i have to trust that process as i know it well but to experience it backwards is new.
i don't want to stay in hurt, there's no real need for me to but it's impossible not to feel the time slipping away, the missed opportunity and potential just be discarded as it was, hidden from sight and think that's ok. it's all necessary, our future is to beautiful to let go off now so i always hold tight.
in a custard pie fight with a hand that has a mind of it's own. 
i'm not sure how this started but it involved micro surgery and a hand transplant. the doctor was an older man using an experimental technique from south korea. it involved a hi tech laser operating bench which the doctor has set up in a rented warehouse in east sydney. 
my hand had been severed in a fight with two samurai warriors who had attempted to abduct my wife. i'm not sure why they set her sights upon her but her espionage background would have had a certain influence. we are used to these kinds of occurrences and have so far had intercepted several attempts, most of which i foiled. in the early days i ended up with several wounds but this would be the first in over a year where i'd actually required surgery.
a few hours after reattachment the hand began to show signs of independence and sentience. 
it began by directing a fork into my eye. although this sounds quite violent i managed to seize it with my other hand before damage was done. the transplanted hand being weaker dropped the fork onto my plate of eggs and slapped me around the face a few times.
witnesses say it moved fast and was completely ruthless. 
the dining area was attached to the kitchen area, where several of the chiefs looked on in horror. most of the waiters stared in shock and other diners silenced by the display of self-injury.
thinking fast i grabbed the table cloth and pulled it free, immediately wrapping it around my rouge fist.
'this should do the trick,' i said aloud to my audience. i paid the bill and left, somewhat embarrassed but alive.
there was no doubt of the hands murderous intent, and i knew there was only one solution, which was to return to the surgeon and have it replaced.
on the way the hand attempted to steer the wheel of my car into an oncoming truck, it also attempted to put on the handbrake, but being the right hand i had time to intervene as it made it's reach for the lever.
i pulled up outside the warehouse and ran inside holding the tablecloth wrapped hand down as it struggled to regain freedom.
the doctors injected it with a tranquilizer and although the hand managed to get in one punch, a fierce uppercut right under my chin the doctors intervened and carried out the procedure with the hand of a famous designer. her hand was smaller but similar in structure and shape, and it had skill and beauty my original lacked with none of the self-loathing and projection the first replacement displayed. it was easy to love the new hand, often i would find myself stroking it affectionately and exploring myself with it. eventually, my wife left in jealous envy of my affection and peace descended, no more espionage or drama to suck me in. 
my plan was to locate the rest of the body that the hand was taken from and rebuild it, a jigsaw puzzle, part frankenstein, part artistic pursuit of beauty, and despite the painful month ahead while we rebuilt, it was all leading somewhere. over the course of weeks the body took shape, and the result was astounding, the more if neared completion the more affectionate and nurturing the hand became, displaying and demonstrating, love as it must be. i began to understand that all the drama, all the espionage and sabotage had to occur for us to build this magnificent happy ending. 

Thursday, July 04, 2019

i had a powerful dream, it imprints upon me like a fresh brand upon new flesh and then a message confirms my dream. 
rain outside penetrates the morning, it's grey skies match the empty void and yet the birds are chirping away an ode to joy.


Tuesday, July 02, 2019

in your healing i chose my cards, purely for selfish reasons as i need a little guidance in what is going on for us through this period.

9 disks = gain
ruled by the moon, karmic reward, wisdom, love and creativity, the foundation, the fields of imagination, the happiest realms. finally satisfied with themselves they settle down and gather the crops, well-earned rewards for good accomplishment while enjoying the charming shine of venus.
9 swords = cruelty
destructive domination by a lower form of intellect that results in emotional cruelty.  the fields of reflection and imagination, while other suits bless happiness this represents cruelty through the nature of the mind. it cannot rest, cannot stop thinking analyzing and in the end cannot ignore the fact that this leads nowhere. this card really represents going into the depths by over analysis. 
20 the aeon- the trump card of time and the changes dictated by time, it addresses finality, hope liberation and redemption, the evolution of human consciousness. there is an astrological connection with libra, the aeon is the phoenix. insight, a true understanding of life's circle and patterns. the card says, 'leave the monkey mind perception and gaze from higher levels.' 
the time has come to face the new, build a utopia. birth, renewal and transformation. knowledge of coherence and wide perception and liberation of hidden abilities unlimited potential and possibilities. a decision that impacts your life, trauma and psychological effects that hamper you from another person, repeating the same destructive patterns.

Monday, July 01, 2019

in sickness and in health, right? those are the words that seem to be the words that traditionally unite people, so i'm very sick and suddenly out of the blue blessed with a visitation from ms mission who pops in with cat and computers. she's very lovely and despite weeks of absence and a strange feeling of finality to see her makes my heart melt, all pain dissolves and fade away and then returns as we delve into shamanic realms of emotional states and map the energies we create from our feedback loops. i'm hoping the process will take an hour but it consumes most of the day, and it's interesting to see how these patterns work. she and i undoubtedly connected on many levels, all influencing one another.
we begin to see and talk truths, it's deeply profound shadow work and she's brave enough to begin to see the energy at play here, a healing aspect that requires more work. i take her through some of the processes, dragging forth the truth which she offers with raw honesty. everything now becomes clarity.
ms mission is creating a karmic pattern, very common in people who have experienced what she has, unfortunately upon the innocent but it is a well-known pattern to those that know this work, thankfully my professional life serves me just as well as my shamanic. 
pulled back is the light of the greater perspective, the missing piece of the puzzle, the raison d'etre of her defensive mechanisms and why it all feels like hate towards me. history teaches us nothing, it's patterns teach us all. 
despite the dive into such rawness healing occurs, it is healthy, constructive and worthwhile. i see things from a new perspective. my strength returns.

look readers i am not dealing with any normal woman here, ms. mission is not just a girl or woman i happen to have fallen in love with, she is much more. she's my twin flame, a concept so bizarre even i can't quite grasp it, yet it makes perfect sense. her shadow side fights me all the way, like catching marlin i have to hang on tightly, reel her in towards truth slowly and carefully, with love.
she is super intelligent, creative, a business woman, a witch of considerable power, a brilliant mother with an incredible mind and the inner beauty that matches her outer beauty, yet she is complex and contradictory, she really is something else and despite all the fucking drama she brings i love her and respect her on many levels, she's my equal and when she is ready to roll we have great work to do.      

Friday, June 28, 2019

i'm back from overseas, very sick with pneumonia which has smashed me completely. was it worth it i wonder in the deep stretch of my illness. for the first time doubt hits me and in my feverish state i see the new truth. all i have been met with day after day is a defensive mechanism that will lure me in and then repel me, an uncertainty principle that had beaten me to a pulp with it's consistent polarity. 
i begin to feel anger resentment and disappointment and wonder if i should really give it all up and find  another. 
when i wrote the spell i had no one specific in mind, i just wrote it as i would any spell, no agenda in my alphabet, i used the brokerage service available to me. my prayer was answered, it's rude to send things back so i kept my faith but now, today i feel different. 
obviously this has been a long time coming and ironically in my state i feel remarkably strong, after all i am the one who made the effort in this experience. it's mine to withdraw, mine to chose. who could blame me, i gave it everything, and the payback was sabotage and indifference. i let it go, i let it all go and suffered my punishments alone, why should i imagine i would ever have her as a friend when all i have experienced is a form of hate. 
when morning arrives i get a message about her dream. it's significant but it makes me think about our strange connection and how much i really know it to be something true. it makes me breath better she seems to feel the same way, despite all her actions. 
logic determines the fact, if you repeat the same action and expect a different result it defines a form of madness. so i ponder my abdication with great seriousness and contemplation. i want a better return, a quality i feel and experience. love is conditional. it has to be or else it's just a fickle fleeting dalliance with no real meaning or significance, anyone can just love anyone, love reduced to commodity  i love you becomes 'would you like fries with that.'
i can't pour my energy into something that offers me zero, that's not even a feedback loop.
but she is my wife through alchemical processes, ayahuscia delivered us, the universe has intervened despite her refusal to acknowledge it, despite all her defensive strategies, despite the sabotage and the influence of people around her i remain. loyal to a fault. it's my weakness.
i wake up looking and listening for a fat lady singing but only see tee shirts which words that confirm the truth.
hong kong is weird, i'm still laid out like a dead man in a morgue, however i do take one amazing trip up a mountain called the peak where i notice a spectacular graveyard on the steep overgrown edge. ancient graves of pirates, over run with bush, it's a sub tropical gothic resting place with a view. i feel at peace here, amongst the dead pirates. 
the peak is really quite worthwhile and wander around like a tourist at the top, enjoying my time travel back to the pre structural days of the island. i would have sailed these shores, smuggled opium, fought the chinese and the british, stateless as we searched for our own libeteria, my crew of beatniks, philosophers and poets, artist and mystics, we were nocturnal, under the moon, our movements were night, obscured and silent from the sight of man. we sailed for the goddess, we sailed for freedom and truth and liberation.
the next few days i sleep, in and out i drift, dreams where i am in love as i see it unfolding, dreams of romance and hot flesh and whispers of passionate words, far removed from the reality of now. 
back in sydney i feel empty again, alone, and i wonder if i have made a mistake returning. there really seems like nothing here for me now. an emptiness.
it's good to be back, i didn't really have a good trip, all i did was sleep and fight illness. i still cough, splutter and have a heavy heart. what a pointless exercise. i am without hope, dante wrote, 'abandon all hope ye whom enter here' for this is hell, but for me its become purgatory. i'm a long way from where i need to be, subjected to test conditions and the insane influence of others.
we speak on the phone, yet more obstacles, more hurdles, more attacks, all completely unconscious and i can feel myself slipping away. was it ever meant to be this hard. do i deserve this? 
it's difficult for me not to question everything again. why would i put myself through such drama and hardship. i do believe, but i'm not insane enough to continue being treated with such fucking indifference.
then i get a phone call from my cousin who seems to think i should move to denver with him.
it seems to be a great idea, a place i always loved despite the winters. colorado, a smart state, new opportunity, a new life, an escape from this farce i have found myself trapped in.
my prayers are always answered, i ponder this.
god gives and sends us what we want, it happens to me all the time. it would be rude to return these blessings.
i feel like i have been rejected, yet i'm very aware of my worth, maybe not to her but to someone who values me. whom loves me. 
she divides everything into light and darkness, i am dark whereas he was light. this confused me so much, a duality that was false as all duality is, yet it continues on and on, i am a dark energy, no one can save her from me she is warned by those that love her.
maybe i should just become the darkness, fuck people and their judgements and agendas, i bet not one of those people who call me dark have had anywhere as much experience in the human condition as i have, i bet not one of those people have chosen to widen and broaden their understanding of humanity by experiencing it. yes, i could have chosen not to work with children that have been tortured and abused, and worked in a flower shop ignorant and happy but i'm not the ignorant type, and i'm not a man who thinks being happy is the answer to life. the answer lies in evolution, and in order to evolve i must know what i am evolving from. i don't chose ignorance, i don't chose bliss, i choose life. 
i recall once being at a party and some girl asking me what i do.
'i work with sexually abused children,' i said.
later i was told by some friends i shouldn't tell people what i was doing as it was a party and not the correct place to speak of such things.
fuck that. 
is that me being a dark energy?
truth is not fucking light. it's everything that is not a lie. that's why psychedelics open the fucking mind, so we can see it all. light and darkness.
people who call me dark need to look at their own darkness, disguised as light. it's just a mask until you remove it and walk into human suffering without wearing a mask you can't fucking tell me i'm a dark energy. 
light, darkness, to me they are the same as red and green, all colours on a spectrum. i'm all those colours and beyond because i have vast experience and knowledge. i don't fucking live in a cacoon surrounded by self affirming groups of people who all reenforce one anothers reality. i chose diversity so i am challenged and can expand. i choose a wide human experience so i have grown and yeah, it's brutal and disturbing but that's just a small fraction of me. yet that's the fraction that everyone seems to have focused upon without even meeting me, knowing me or anything about me. lightworkers, these people may call themselves lightworkers but perhaps what they really are is just frightened and scared. i don't judge them for staying safe in their cocoons but who are they really serving. i bet not one of them ever volunteered their time on a suicide prevention hotline. much safer to just send a quick donation or a moment of empathy.   
fuck them. i don't care to be judged or labeled, sentenced to some sort of unimaginative polarity where things are just light or dark. when those people have a wider range of experience, when they have seen what a sadist does to a child or treated a battered wife's bruises then maybe i would take them seriously. 
i chose my career because i was good at what i did, i wanted service to the vulnerable, i excelled in it because i wanted to heal mankind one person at a time. each job became progressively more challenging and complex until i reached my limit. that's not darkness, that's experience. 
the opposite word is innocence. i'm on a spectrum between those points not light and darkness. if you want someone permanently stuck in childhood, that's not going to be me. i'd really like to be there sometimes, and i envy those that are, but i don't remain in that state for long, i get there when i get there and it passes when it passes. the rest of me moves so the fact is i'm not fucking dark or light, i don't want to be either of those things at all. i'm not limited to lightworking, you can inform your people, i'm much more than they can even imagine. so please tell them to stop fucking calling me a dark energy because all that does is show me what they are.
i've seen how people manipulate, it's so fucking frightening and requires far more intelligence than i have. that's the brain not the heart. it's all a game i don't play. i have zero interest in these types of games and drama. i was completely honest with you about my intention and then subjected to crucifixion by the horde of people you call lightworkers. i tolerated their words and influence because they meant something to you. but now i say fuck them. i'm not playing their game at all. i'm way beyond that.
i have moved through the evolution of this relationship slowly, it's hurt me deeply, wounded me and i feel battered but no more will i give myself to it as i have done. it is time now for me to experience something different other than indifference, platitudes and dishonour.
am i worthy you asked me when you were feeling powerful and mighty in your ego state. i was worthy then and it never meant anything to you. i'm worthy still, what does it mean to you now?


Sunday, June 09, 2019

beautiful one, i hope this helps you in my absence. food for thought.

one charioteer, two winged horses.
the platonic ideal of the composite soul.
(see the image i use as a header is the awakened intelligence and two dragons)

one horse is the biological self, the instincts if you are romantic like me, the appetites if you are a platonist.
the other horse is thumos (courage) the spirited part of the self, the part that responds non rationally to praise or blame from others. it is guided by pressures and influence of community to which the individual belongs.
one horse represents the biological and individual self, the other the social self.
it is in thumos the microscopism reflects our social macroscopism.
to the ancient greeks thumos was not just a social construct but a real life force and once it left the body of a person they died.
eros (not the love eros but the appetite) is the other horse, a need for lower needs, the base of maslow's hierarchy of needs perhaps. food, shelter, warmth. thumos being the higher.
the charioteer is the logos, the will and intellect of the mind. 
both horses have a place within the soul and when a healthy mind holds the reigns the chariot can be driven forwards. 
logos is significant, it desires nothing but learning and wisdom and thus by this mental function the soul can balance the pulses and urges of the two winged horses.

eros- driven by sensual impressions and bodily appetites,
thumos - driven by social norms and expectations
logos - driven by the capacity of mental reflection, generates nothing except what is filtered by the two horses.

therefore the greeks were concerned about this tripartite soul as that all data was significantly altered or biased. what we touch is not what we perceive and process in the mind.  the faculties of the soul distort the ability to perceive nature as it is.
a good way to look at this is traveling through a strange land you have two translators, one speaks only of the physical appearance and desires, the other of social status and chances to improve their nobility. both are unreliable.
by the end of the journey you know more about the translators than the country.
this is where the logos finds itself. 
it depends on two functions that provide inaccurate data.
there is no way the data can be corrected once filtered.
so how can we know beyond our senses?
intuition or as the greeks called it nous. this allows us true insight into reality. the nous remains pure and undistorted. it is a higher form of knowledge and insight. understanding and intuition.
plato sees the sun as intuition, the part of the soul that has lived many lives. nous is infinite and self-ruled, it is independent. it creates meaning and it transcends all realms and it is often used in magick. it is a divine understanding.
the secret lies in co creation between the external force of the nous and the internal forces of the logos. harmony.
eventually the nous will be the conduit between heaven and yourself, it's almost easy to see how intuition can become an occult force. 
you have excellent intuition, train it, use it, trust it. i love you.

Saturday, June 08, 2019 mission is probably the most beautiful woman i have ever seen, i say probably as i don't want to be accused of being biased or obsessed but she is something else. i want to show you all her face, it's magnificent to gaze upon. i could look at her for hours and often do, just watching that incredible structure that shifts between moon, feline, egyptian goddess, witch and wonder. 
i won't post her photograph here as she may get upset and disprove of such iconography so you would have to trust me when i say she's incredible. 
however without wanting to dismiss her face, i have to inform you about the space that exists within her mind. so freaking intelligent and switched on i always feel like i am in the presence of a true genius of our times. she has so much to offer this planet and has triumphed over great adversity including me. 
so hail to the heroine.
and i must confess i was blessed when she came to visit and say goodbye, wow!
despite my crazy emotional fracture, i have no idea what was happening except that weeks, perhaps months of almost zero sleep had caught up with me. every second was beautiful as she weaved her brilliant beauty and mind through my ravaged predicament. man what a woman.
there is no doubt for me, we have an extraordinary "relationship' and it is blooming into something stronger while maintaining the incredible uniqueness of our individuality. the result being when we are together we are more than the sum of our parts (despite my feeling less yesterday)
i fell into a deep sleep when she left, deeper than i can fathom, there was no end to the depths and the dreams.
one dream being we were both in a lovely convertible  a big car, old fashioned. and we were driving under blue skies, laughing and listening to some nice jazz music. ah it was lovely for me to dream like that, joyous for a change. so few dreams recently, just impressions.

well i am awake early, feeling so much better and as i drove down the freeway a car with a name we share as a faded vision reappeared and stuck with me all the way to my turn off. i don't read to much into these things but that was a nice affirmation of something.

Thursday, June 06, 2019

when i'm horizontal and i think about her body, her flesh in the most explicit ways, it's an erotic tidal wave but it's not formed from anything but some strange charkra energy. 
when i'm vertical grounded to planet, conduit of gaia intelligence agencies, i understand the mission. 
solar charkra activated, bright yellow radiating outwards, it's heat baby, gonna melt your ice fortress. that green one is fucking stronger than ever, it's just pulsing out like a throbbing love gun set to stimulation mode and the blue one knows the words and the crown just wants to melt into yours and form a sexy over-mind. it's love my way, and it is a new road i follow.

forever now
the deep fix

see the sun send it's ancient light
and time spans the great divide
you and i are stardust
travelling side by side
we know what the story is
we know how it ends
in lovers like us the template lays
so much more than friends
from eternity to infinity
from infinity to now

that's forever baby
forever now
that's forever baby
forever now

see horizons curve before us
big dividing lines dissolve
and distance that was between us
is a matter of resolve
we don't care about tomorrow
that was yesterday
and all that matters to us
is we are here to stay
from infinity to eternity
from infinity to now

that's forever baby
forever now
that's forever baby
forever now

if angels can dance upon
the head of a tiny pin
open up that beautiful heart and
let me come on in
you know me now
you see me with the eye within
we think that we are seperate
but we are only orbiting
from infinity to eternity
infinity to now

that's forever baby
forever now
that's forever baby
forever now