you are like a marionette, pulled by invisible hands, manipulating and contorting you, my dreams reveal the real you better than my live experiencing the fake you. you never really understood anything, a slave to your pleasures and lusts. the words were jingoism, a corporate mix of weak spiritualism and business phrases in an attempt to exploit the zeitgeist.
the centre of the eye. desperation, drama, sucking down anyone into the pit of torment around yourself you cannot stop, it's not just a merry go round, it's a catherine wheel because one day it will burn itself out, and no longer even spin. just hang limp and lifeless, all vitality sucked from itself. and those unfortunately close enough to be burnt in those cycles will get hurt but recover, whereas you probably won't ever recover. your 'trauma' how often i had to endure the words, all the while your trauma was you. generating trauma was your own creation. 

you never understood what i meant by 'spiritual war' it was just a nice phrase you can use in social situations, dinner parties and events where you can gain attention. 

for me it was the culmination of a ten thousand year old  intuitive process i had embarked upon many lifetimes ago, the cosmic battle played out in the 4D.

and now at this point it's reached critical mass. 

we were supposed to work together to ascend into a different level where united we can use the strong vibration against the weak. i knew the points upon the planet we could create feedback loops, the great cosmic tantric ritual that would end the reign of evil mankind finds itself in. 

but we failed.

everything is energy. but it is directed. there is a game afoot as a mentor of mine would say, and we need to work it. it's not about saving the planet, the planet can look after itself, it's about saving the aspirations of freedom, truth and individuality from corruption. that means embracing our weakness, no saviour is perfection. 

i'm just a solider in the army of love. i take hits, but the battle rages.