Genius gives to man knowledge which is fire for the Soul.  He who tunes his heart to the messages of genius purifies himself gold.  kNow impurity can there be in his heart for verily he then is in communion with the Holy One .  To thy pure in heart knowing your universality . Spirit may know his Oneness , Light .  He who listens to my translations of genius knows the word going into coming Creation.  He knows the rhythms, the universal language of Light.  Genius awaits him who listens.  You hear becomings listenings This message lights genius are sparks firing soul tilling willing  breathing thinking great dominant lovingly, being spirit.  Thy senses of becoming comprehend them.  To him whose soul is quickening into ecstasy, God speaks from the trees of the forest and he over under inter in the stanzas.  To him the Silent Voice Nature speaks, beyond understanding, from thy babbling brook into thy pounding sea.  ...

  For creating scenes of you, me, enjoying living breathing life,  believing beyond thy realm into you I kiss, this thought to exist.  thankful view for partaking your creating erecting sky,  out love into eyes sights seeing beautifully you kissing I.  For creating love making scenes me you enjoying, living, breathing becoming in two life I believe beyond leaping over edge knowing flowing, into space where wonder kisses into a coming thought, you.  I conceive this idea in to exist, my joyful, happy, gratefully bride. Thankful me for this ideal view you, for loving making moving inward, out, for creations erection partaking sky, becoming returning through my eyes sights seeing being beautifully, tilling willing moment you touching kissing, kiss I.  for Hear, breath meets singing dancing lights, refreshing sea men scents,  and hints of something we share,  to come. 

  I want the interview You.  welcoming into my enter view,  well will am I,  wonderfully, beautifully happy, alpha dominating  joy fully great good love you being I, outside too.  I welcome your enter-view, open door, open ear, am I well willing, sterling bright light inside thy moment. You meet seeing me wonderfully, beautifully happy, alpha calm, joy full, great good love, kissing electrical fucking motion. Asking me from your highest place till be, before thy eye that sees beyond surface, space, from thy heart till knows Gods face. You answering rhythm, I balancing honesty, interchanging creative imaginations ideal great fire. Inside. Outside. Sow. Entering my interview,  begins whenever I speak. you hear.

  Could my embody, do what I am conceiving it doing,  masterfully, perfectly dominating present, releasing all ideal loving force, cleansing thy Earth pure in word, My.  Generating vibrating, I am happily feelingly, expressing impressing high value, net worth, frequency wave, eighty zillion currency data points score,  revolving investing my thinking upon sight scenes picturing thy,   a beautiful, spiritual billionaire, butterfly I. Sowing yes my embody Could wants willing do, what I conceive it doing. masterful, perfect, presenting, moving thought made making love create form. I release ideal loving force matter, cleansing Earth pure within out eye, breathing clearing space, pulsating setting tone, thy. I generate vibration electrically feeling felt happily, richly, expressing.  leading net high, value worth, impressing, loving frequency, waving, cycling eighty trillion circling, my being atom like emitting radiating light, to a grand kn...

  I am so happy for being over joy You see by all the beautiful girls Who get enjoyingly me.  What a great fantastic place to be In the mind over see and every where  These ideas take me.  To be flying from space and coming upon into Earth .  To teach, to speak, to think, to greet the great will , come.  Being a virgin could you be my first one. For I am happy seeing joy overflowing, showing through my eyes, the girls of light who smile,  reflecting me. What a fantastic place to be, this world my thought, mind sowing ocean, vision tilling sea. Revealing everywhere these ideas are taking thee, Up on their currency I ride wave unto wave, from space I fly, ascending upon Earth, bearing the calm fiery light alpha dominating flame breathing thinking conceiving bringing being wisdoms spark. I come to teach, to speak, to think, to greet bring great will the world, my mirrored self  ever bearing witness of my ideal state  of consciousness i...

  I am painting pictures of jumping Into the new me enjoying all whose beautifully being  loving to thee.  I now walk a wake awakening into my new life happy dancing smiling romancing   freely being,   Ascendingly flying like a beautiful butterfly,  Being I.  Singing weeee into sky  Thanking my Creator for loving thy into painting this picture for me to, close the door walking out into space  beyond your kind, and into making love enjoyingly fucking your  beautiful mind, To birth a son to tickle me you. I paint visions of leaping forward, into the new me, radiating blue, enjoying all who beautifully love me. I now run awake, awakening, the giant spirit, a God reborn kissing joys face, dancing, smiling, romancing seas me, ascending, rising, butterfly being flying I. Singing weeee into the open sky, I thank my Creator for His love in mind, for painting this picture through me, My masterpiece in becoming, the great ...

  At the highest of levels,  It becomes who and what could willingly serve you better,  Majestically, for thee loving me.  At the highest ridge of spirit,  The crown shines here, Choice glowing gold,  Who what where, will gladly serve your rise. Willing minds, loyal hands, bright tools stepping forward, Paths open, gates swing, timing bows to my name. For beautifully loving me, I answer my royal yes, I am spark lightning flame, you are breath bringing light, Together we call the right allies from the imaginal mind. They carry grace like lanterns, stand in true accord, Move with my aim, lift singing my song, Tuning the whole realm into our living vow. All in majesty, all in love,  All for thee I serve,  you shine, we win.

  Being certain to take his breath upon instinct,  Now speaks your Father.  When I use your, who is that for? Your economy, yet interruptions external.  Yet it means you paint your world. Being mindful for imaginations best showing, dwelling herein,  From the light to burn in lit Sun, Shine dominating brighter for being, the One. Chosen smiling  pretty being you.  Being certain to take His breath upon instinct, now speaking your Father lovingly guiding the light, Painting your canvas, sculpting your sight. When I say your, who is it for? The economy of your mind, your internal Gore. External interruptions merely pass through, For you shapely painting your world beautifully anew. Mindful imagination dwelling herein, From gentle spark to sunlit skin. Burning sight, dominating bright, I rise as the One chosen, smiling, pretty being You. Your true Art baby blue. Being certain to BREATHE His breath upon instinct, Now speaking—your Father, ...

    Potential is seeding my very essence into being, Arising naturally holding me within itself, My capacity to conceive, to breathe, to birth anew. From my such being, new ideal worlds beautiful you, Yet for the Sun to the One, my infinite God, Was not born, nor could ever be. Eternal in essence, yet creator of me. Was, is, and forever remains. What then of matter, of cosmos and spirit? These hold the primal seed of creation, Innate within from their first breath. Nature herself embodying fertility, A generative force—pure and cause — A power requiring nothing external to fall, Self-sustaining, self-renewing, Forever unfolding from begin. Tuning now thy self, My being gifting power divine— Able to conceive through unions mine, Merging spirit into matter, Birthing cosmos, reflecting stars within. Through unto the cosmic canvas itself, To be birthed and lit in time, Holding lightning lily the generators spark, Tis potency, nature’s art.

  As I look upon my mind feeling for its pink undertones,  I can only think this is the pasture,  And the playground of the dolphin. From this point to view,  I leap jumping swimming into sky. For being dreaming art baby blue,  I kiss kissing, enjoy enjoying,  love loving lovingly, Luck lucking. Fuck, fucking you. As I come coming into thy mind, Feeling its pink undertones, I realize this is my pasture— My playground, over there dolphins, free jumping up to me, Swimming through skies yet endless imagination. From this vantage, I leap, dancing through clouds, Playful as a playboy dreams, Surfing currency heir, Kiss kisses kissing, Love loving joyful ripples, luckily, lovingly, biting nipples, Touching skies embracing the wild, I smile, Beautifully fuck.  Fucking lucky, You.  

  For all the thoughts to think,  The ones spoken speaking scribing present, Earns the investing word.  To think knowingly your claim upon you in Mind,  Lovingly me the dominant be,  Being He.  What truly matters—sings the Heir, Its not the throne, yet how I care. My place within the great sign, An organization of soul in mind. Achievement—yes, the perfect taste, Lifes elixir with sublime grace. Every idea, a breaths confession, Seeking shape in full expression. An emperor crowned, yet not alone— An empress rising, claiming throne. I call forth two, for balancing flow, To grow, to think, to rise and glow. Opening minds, awakening sight, Dreaming through days, birthing light. My children bold, so fruitful still, Tickling time, doing God’s will.

  May I use all the talents given to thee, Masterfully perfecting the word beyond out into see.  For claiming and using all mind, be. To painting my life picture beautifully.  Rise I ask my ideal thoughts to a height to inspire the light.  To shine my beacon to signal my God. From hear upon High I stand flying love over we.  Enjoying my bright ideas coming into view, Thankful Father for my imagination being you. May I wield the talents bestowed upon thee, Sculpting the seen, by shaping the unseen. Masterfully crafting the word around me, Sailing my thoughts into eternity. Each stroke, a picture, a world to conceive, A life painted boldly for all to believe. I rise, I call, to the height of the sky, My beacon ignited, my spark light stirring standing by. Father, I thank you for my visions coming true, For the fire inside, for the dreams splashing through. From here upon High, my love over we, Glowing, expanding, sparking mind me. And to all mankind He...

  What it means to walk on water, Knowing I can think and imagine any thought. Pretend or intend is a question. Early in the day ideas fly rise, Looking for some ears to whisper in surprise.  Standing over sea, Praying up to be. The spiritual star of the galaxy. When could I come by, And sing you my lulla high, Where I would levitate you next to me. What it means to walk on water, Is to know the boundless mind’s charter. To think, to dream, to conjure thought, Pretend or intend—what has life wrought? In the early day, as ideas take flight, They seek ears to whisper, hearts to ignite. Standing over sea, praying to be, The spiritual star of the galaxy. When could I come by, And sing you my lulla high? Where we’d levitate, together you me, In a world reborn, walking upon see.

  At the first site of day, I see the light radiating you, This to me is the great one being, Yet what a picture and a view.  From seed to land, I believe is in hand.  Could my thoughts be true,  Planting sowing and seeding me you.  Would you like to know, To feel and see with eyes, blessings and blessings for you and me. To bring forth a wonderfullness beautiful sky,  For thee where I fly. 

  The world is made for stories,  This is my overcoming feeling for art thou stories mined. It seems to be, I for me, one should create ideas for thee, To bring joy and taste.  Including yet beyond my picture view present, Yes a little wild and crazy out there, Yet all in control hear.  I see myself looking out into the sea Knowing I brought this picture of me. The music plays a sweet lullaby as I thank God for his eye.  Just before I fly, I go tickle my guy, knowing who He has you being, Around the world the Earth the moon and Sun, Planting seeds of love in to air before, after, and surrounding me.  The world is made for stories mine, Each one coined from the myths of thine. Overcoming feelings for artful view, Creating ideas meant for me and you. Bringing joy, taste, and something more, Beyond the picture, dreams in the opened door. A little wild, a spark of play, Yet steady in control today. I see myself blazing out to sea, Knowing this picture...

  So many thoughts of me loving you, Seeing I do inviting coming through,   Speaking to the guides for some wisdom inside, Willingly wielding my words being light, Unveiling the eternal mothers essence in beauty first sight. Like a seed opening to bloom, Nurtured, loved, ready in the womb. When does it ask the question who am I? Yet to beg the idea to grow, where will it go? See the end at the beginning and flowing like you know. attracting and using my instinctual spiritual atom, Have a say and speaking to the matter, Bring into mind at this moment and time, Your spark for the world in the I to see, How abundantly, wonderfully great, you made for me.  So many thoughts of me loving you, Seeing, I do, inviting, coming through. Speaking to the guides for more wisdom inside, Willingly wielding my words as light complied. Reveling in my eternal mother’s beauty in sight, Like a seed opening, nurtured in and by the night. Ready in the womb, loved and embraced, Its quest...