Reflections,
through the mirror of time I see my first post.
Removing my chip.
Because of Raye, this place, this site.
Gryphon.
The protector of Gold.
The magical beast
My myth defining my persona.
Destined to fight the battle at the end of times.
Climbing the pyramid, embracing evil

Holding it in my heart and conquering through the force of light from the mother below and father above.
Channeling Greys.
Sending them love and changing the collective.
Holding the grid.
Renouncing my myth.
Fighting the Annunaki with the Ants, willing them to victory.
Seeing the queen of the reptiles acknowledge their blood in me.
Trying to develop that which is me.
Seeing the I in the I that I am becoming.
In visions and dreams reliving all that my lives had been.
Walking with Jesus. Knowing his words.
Knowing the truth of his teachings.

My best life being a simple sheep farmer in the hills of Scotland.
Becoming a Druid priest and dying again.

Killing. Again and again a soldier. Damn good at it.
Enjoying it, wanting more.

Being killed an equal number of lives after, karma Kali laughing at me in the afterlife sending me back to get it through my thick head.

I still love the thrill of lopping off a head in battle.

Caught between worlds, past, present and future,
I see the possible futures and despair as I rejoice.
Perhaps it is time to leave so others may make the choice.

Am I a reflection of times past destined for the heap of history or a grizzled veteran able to impart wisdom?
The mirror of my mind offers no answer.

The mirror of judgement we all see at death is thankfully still unseen.

Thankfully, because after all of these lives I have seen, this is still the one life worth living, not because I breath, but because of the breaths I have yet to breath.

Let the cosmos come, let the truth be known, let this house of cards become the past again, so the future may be known.

So I may rest, my duty done. That I may farm sheep again.