The balance of the waves remains suspended in the air. I have heard the singing of the masses for so long. Their cry makes no sense to me. All hyper focused on the ideology they had been fixated upon. I want to open the eyes of my fellow humans. What lies beyond the suspended waves. The mystic flowing in the wind has answers for me, and I shall speak them clearly. 

    There’s so much to say but I have no time, so let us be clear I didn’t come for the riches of earth, or the empty feelings that are being offered. I was sent to be the beacon of this world. Through my imperfect human instincts I deliver a message beyond human understanding. Something obtained from the nature of life.

    You see flowing through the air is something warm, stroking behind your neck in the frozen night. It is a presence that when felt, will make any man go mad. Melting the ice that encases the coldest of hearts, and cracking the bricks that are built in the sleeping consciousness. I’m talking about the complete surrender of hatred and the absolute incarnation of selflessness for the pure satisfaction of it’s warm embrace. The energy of love, bounding to the sky, is so infinite and precise. Just wake me when you have heard it’s message. 

    It sounds so funny to someone who can’t understand. So hippie and wacky. “How can someone believe in love when all there is hate?”. The hate is only present for the resistance of love. How many more shall die in vain for the causes of their wars. How many more shall carry with them a blind manifesto for an idea oblivious to their cause. Waking and seeing is the key, feeling is the moment of absolute knowledge. Take care and bring forth your wisdom for a new age of human thought.