Where was heaven,
When we heard about all the problems?
How we wondered at the silence!
From the other way, retrograde,
They struck first.
A shadow creeping back from above.
Into our own homes there were seeded,
To mock our lives.
Love their weapon to keep on taking.
Between television, computers, and plastic culture,
They worked to alter our vibration.
To push us into flat and organized boxes.
Away from where God would greet us,
Away from rich abundance.
They urged us into obscurity so they may walk for us.
As they stepped back from their level,
They programmed the opposite counterbalance.
A preferred path through dimension.
To ensure an easy launch for them,
For all their accomplices of selected convenience,
And a predictable path for us.
Then they put phones in our pockets,
Vaccines in our blood,
Screens in our every moment.
Then they lauded it over us,
And flaunted their power.
As they lifted away our technology and our alignment.
They programmed out lives with inner turmoil,
By religion and enigmatic fiction,
As they enjoyed the best of creation beyond our view.
So we might give up,
And never speak clearly to each other,
About the Nephelim we loved as our own.
Repent!
Repent to a life we have forgotten.
Turn off the devices, to find our soul again.
Around the new light they encircled,
In secret they crushed it,
Yet now, it’s everywhere we look.
Repent!
For they have shown their intentions.
Turn off their abuse, to share our lives again.
When they return,
Proud of their victory and fat off their tyranny,
May we be prepared.
Repent!
To defiance, or sleepwalk into submission.
For our soul is natural and nature needs us, now.
Tristan James Johns 