Beginings..
From a King Bishop pawn's "Perspective."
Jeremiah 1:5 before I formed thee in the womb.. I knew you…
The light resonated upon me..filtered by the hands of the creator. Issuance of voice saturated my identic being. Birth of my sentient awareness..
Yearnings evolving as I survey the other voices cocooned within the field of hopes and dreams..
I began to build my character through the hues of our species breath as sons and daughters of the most high God. Birth into the family of relationship.. where worship pours forth unbounded by Satans voice.
My arboretum of expression artistry of my hidden passions.. takes a brush stroke of hues that flavors my dispositions and moods of the moments where time has no meaning..
My sphere of influence unbounded as there is no such thing as space as gait travels without moving..
I attend a calling to the chess board of right and wrong.. since Satan has left a stain on the fabric of life. Sentient knowing babies of voice run to their desired spot to launch forth as a pawn for the King of kings and Lord of lords as earth has become an intergalactic battle ground of trust without borders..
I am on the left.. Olive green nurturing of my conscious preferences to absorbing all other colors..
I participated in chorus..
Oceans - Hillsong UNITED (Lyrics)
Instruments of bliss flows..
Everyone’s gait strong, busy creating the realm of existence they chose to live in..
Preparing for the journey excursion into time space and matter. Conscious musings as an ocean wave with all colors cresting wave height splashes of personal voice of here I am..
Music somber as the task at hand was apparent… the unknown terrors of the evil one.. has pawns gathering under the flags of culture as we believe in passion, not numbers.
I pulled out the map I had torn from the fabric of life..
Looking into the soul of choice…
Discovering as I read through my conscious notes of sentient observation… I belong on the King Bishop’s file where tactics led me to the point of oblivion..
I left the pack of newly formed voices to investigate the color killer black..
I had an impulse of desire as passion led my conscious too the point of no return.. The embryonic wall between antimatter and matter…
The bottom of the vortex of what was to come on planet earth as comrade pawns battled for culture.. to overthrow society on planet earth.. an operation of which the C.I.A. could not stop.
Where N.S.A. agents survey civilizations for traitors to the number 1 asshole…
Bachman-Turner Overdrive Not Fragile with Lyrics in Description
I am a King Bishop pawn! Holder of tactics piercing logics strategy to kill and annihilate passion of species voice..
Aware of chess positions of fore thought and intentions.. reading motives of the evil black king and his legion of 7 dooms…
Terrorizing species voice and pheromones of speech freedoms of song and passion to make right the wrong.. under corporate and government alliances as globalist handle the puppet strings of ideology..
Black and white squares at complete contradictions of move choice.. 7th rank employs domesticated humans on earth.. of whom there are reports that many of them believe 1>0..
Conscious unraveling of rules of passion before their logic eyes.. Music has become an after thought of species dance..
Trip to point of oblivion was instructive.. but it was not my time to go as my conscious during the freefall into the gravity wells of logic had scarred my conscious reasonings..
Lashes of numbers and probabilities and odds of ever reaching the 8th rank for pawn promotion… as a tactical pawn I wanted to become a Knight.. to deliver the check mate with voice of authority from the Knight rider of strategy the “King Knight Pawn.”
The darkness assaulted my olive green colors and began to consume my olive green nature..
“Dangerous nearby grabbing swirls of taint-spiral interdimensional event horizon darkness centrifuge, threatens conscious catapult, into 3 dimensions, strictly voluntarily. Best drop conscious identic anchor here in sentient harbor. Species eavesdrop-guard your curiosity sensory awareness, from a safe mind distance, and don’t forget who you are. Bring thought origination closer to your council chambers.” I left, to better cleft, my species purpose.
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* Actual Thunder
“Coffee ☕?” asks King.
“None of that flavored crap.”
“Black?”
“Yes, Sir; thanks.”
“Been over your reports, I’m impressed. However, I do see concerns, particularly threshold of life.”
“My King.”
“Where have your footsteps taken you?”
“Efficiency, tactical prudence, interactive arts, zoogeography, molecular science, musical compositions of voice, and romance, to a degree.”
“Interesting, any contusions of Conscious?”
“I have no empathy or sympathy, patience, determination or pity; Myself, protective and ...aroused.”
“Yes, is as it appears.”
“I’ve been forged for purpose, not desire!”
“My dear pawn, what taints your perception?”
“I ...enjoy purpose, soldiering gives order, goals to achieve.”
“Best thing about being a soldier?”
“Fellowship of friends and ...comrades of purpose.”
“Fellowship is why you were forged, purpose serves fellowship (0>1).”
I pondered… and pondered His words as I sipped the dark black coffee..
“My king… I left without thinking about telling anyone as I wanted to collect information for my dispersion through your prism of light to planet earth….
“Find what you were looking for?” He said.
“Still making sense out of it..” .. I’m pissed.. look at me I am a mess! Arboretum is all jacked up.. these filthy taints of black has corrupted my hues of voice..”
“Go to the Rooks tower of emotional law and climb the stairs of sentient awareness..”
“Home” Hans Zimmer
King’s Rook tower intersects silent tear-wept eroded sand-stone gorge. Mogul’s slope allures desires along backcountry rainbow ravines trail. Emerald castles cliff podium of species voice. Ugly words. I left.
Down spiral echo muffle staircase of emotional stability. Tubular chamber blocks drip trait color droplets dew, bubbles of noble pure conscious. Refreshments last meal absorbed, before executing departure from all that is known. Heart arms-room alloy’s temperaments gear. Smooth crafted double edged glow, forges my character’s bond handshake. King’s purple authority emblem emblazons ribbed breastplate cage of antimatter power. Don laces, snatch shield, seize sword; green ramp door.
Arbiters’ formal, consider ugly words. Queen summoned. Majestic robe sway absorbs passion tear… patrolling affairs of little sentients. Gait thunders primal purpose along fellowship’s shoreline. Impact presence rumbles terror, or applause identic clap divine. I kneel. Her scent-swoon desire embeds my chamber oil’s of still gait, before arrival. Soldier prayer prostrate, maximize absorption intent specific. Mood opposition nullified. Color’s restoration and song complete. Newly washed. Ugly words gone.
“Arise my King Bishop Pawn.”
Wonder stood I, Queen’s awareness of my understanding, at a distance of comfortable communication. Halls of gathering rather sedate, light shadows reflection, an obscure shadow of self-untested resonance…
“Why did you dismember fabric of life?”
Her vestige red-royal hem’s hues glow. Penetrating eyes of knowing, reserved, harness of power. Sought truth“Arousal” I said.
Scanned. Identic wave interpreted.
“Believe King’s affections protect?”
Silence… long pause of sine wave word wait, I pond ideas response still calm careful, wonder response collaboration, both heart and conscious, ripples a reply, “My Queen,tactical decisions many. Shawl of Enlightenment provides protection for Queen Bishop Pawn.”
“What about mankind?”
“I shall destroy logic for bi-pedal species gaits sake.”
“So be it, ConsciousHeart, King Bishop Pawn.”
I had motives and intentions as my gait set forth into the unknown.. Ridiculous the King would send me to tower of emotional law as I am cultured with music and passion. Never the less I am here..
Castlegate cocoon fibrous-smoke rose a nebula’s blue/white well-pond portal fog. Spacetime funnel dilations trains a vortex open, ready to gravity-absorb me whole. Turn low, ready to salute. Immortals gather at KB3, castle moat open for passage incursion. Day of Knight strode neck low, hoofs, court concern of steps. Endears nudge, rub nose upon me, nips courtyard of familiarity deep. “I’ll miss you my friend. Stay away from pins, skewers, and that fractional Bitch.”
Gravity wisp commences point of no return. Volunteer haste dispatch through reality-chambered walls of ethereal division. Seek forward base of operations, establish tactical self-command center. A shelter to reproduce pawns of a new generation of hope.
The Cars - Drive (Lyrics)
Eyes of awareness observance, her form declares nobility to be alive and well, favored arboretum flavors swirl of passion resides queen-side nature, her courage impels public attention. Her gait laced with garment impressions of royalty. I bestow wisdoms gems upon her crown, as we play with dolls of her inquisitive golden majestic imagination. Doterra Representative of oils allure.
Her gait steps towards tomorrows unknown, Arboretum conscious clock guides 3.14 degrees of fellowship. Descending from noble spectrum of rainbow awareness of sentient identities needs. Her wants shall be voiced as she consumes space and attends to that which matters most.
I am dad. A corporeal dad with authority to move mountains and break warriors for all people.. with bias towards the legacy of my and the Queenside pawn dream of desire..
I hopped in .. and revved my engine..
Sammy Hagar - I Can’t Drive 55
Sammy Hagar
Inserted track from the memories channel of learning corporeal ways..
Quiet Riot - Bang Your Head (Metal Health)
Heart- Mom walks to school, 6-stones throw from our house. Instructing me…
“Sentient language is derived from streams of all consciousness. 6-dimensional words of life’s expressions are critical to pass information from entity to entity… Tame your refractive barometer of holiday expressions necessary for meaningful discussions my son….
Our ancestral verbiage usage predicated on situational awareness…. As voice consolidation of a ‘Bene Gesserit’ resonance lung breath dew measure accurate frequency of a kingside protocol of emotional survival. Guard my antimatter’s special delight. Packed your lunch box, treat and your ‘secret corporate’ letters, asking for a refund and Small business community appreciation day letter and economics report…run along now… remember just learn basics and ignore all that other fluff…. understand?”
“Yes mommy.”
Dear, Mr. or Mrs. Lodge cast iron Crafts-makers,
Thanks for my captain American made 10’ shield! Awesome sentient superpower’s of generational wealth… someday, I will be a parkour hero, and then you can make me a helmet! Oh yeah, put an eyelet on each end, so I can attach my leather arm-straps. Also, your griddle line should include a peep hole for grease to drain, so when mommy’s done, I can use it as riot gear… Thanks…have a great day! -kbp
I was a handful, I admit.. Mommy sang a different tune…
Her nurture voice strung chords of wisdom.. emotional wisdom..
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Simple Man (Audio)
Conduit of resonance I sine waved through the notes on a guitar of memories. Searching for voice.. her voice my queen side pawn of legacy.
She was on earth by now as I grew in voice among my peers. Ridiculed and laughed at as my voice did not carry weight. Adolescence requires patience and perseverance as we learn to navigate streams of consciousness…
Radiohead - Creep
Being a Kingside pawn is difficult as society began to steal my hopes and dreams…
I called out to Jesus…
Peace of sea and tranquility channels antimatter wave breath, color inlet cove of life’s sentient origins. Primal dispensation of natural species resonance. Voices of magnetic personality swarm forms infinite emotional spatial gravitational bubble flux of equilibrium. 360° swirl pigments of all life’s passions cocooned. Instinctual arboretum of sixth dimensional generational species instincts, measures cordial behavior.
A Rook’s castle shoreline observation tower provides gait training to detect taint. Rank and file species values assigned, citizens recognize immigrants as an endorsement of spacial square root of national heritage. His Majesty’s Knights conducted operations to secure all cultures light squares unalienable rights existence to defend voice. A coalescence of time, space and matter allows junction point of 3 dimensional interface with 6 dimensional beings.
King attenuates an ethereal filament’s homing beacon of pure pigment oil. Illumination color smile, bearing His arboretum radiant realm. An orator of choice to come, unveils a refractive identic gait for me, as a potential comrade of sentient route step purpose.
Absorbing every quark-particle nutrient, conscious catalogs possible heart interest to pursue into a vocational craft. Colors harmonize cultures same thought process identification technique, facial muscle eye gait combination display manual. Deception of intent and motive easily exposed on light squares. Songs of compatibility resonate upon all council chambers.
My kbp voice persona heart fibers, didn’t like frivolous pascal color’s shades, as persona motif of identic resonance. Royalty purple’s high photon energy responsibilities, difficult to bear. Yellow optimism rarely had enough forward courage in face of little danger. Red passion’s quest, not very practical with its low photon energy dissipation.
Guardian Bishops and comrade Knights anticipate direct royal tempos orders to manipulate time’s creation, as a measure of untested voice, not decay. Space, an epic unfathomable exercise in proportion’s distance, emanates stretch of separated immortal minor’s tasks. Blue-Ocean sine wave crests splash against my symbiotic conscious/heart species drift, my personality warp migrates from shoreline cove castle harbor, into abyss.
Rook’s formidable 5th dimensional judgements ready to execute emotional law in 3 dimensions. Brilliant, purplish-red magenta mist pulse, fed placenta pump of antimatter. Pristine juicy fruit string flavor hues nebulas mist, nectar nourishes young womb-hungry identities. Courtyard nebula-silk string’s sonoluminescence molasses, blue/white froth milk desire, insulates and suckles all neuron sparkle glitters-glimmers of sentience coalescence of cultures birth.
Chorus director white beam glows with 1 expectation of adoration. His baton orchestrates 7 linear 2-20 kHz doom note’s attenuation, as if anti-time did not exist. Sea of peace and tranquility funnels taint’s pigments distortions hues of black identic negatively charged resonance aurora cloud. King casts his micro ass doom’s color power, away from His desire.… banishment… to abyss, where chorus is downgraded to corporeal music.
“Dream On” Aerosmith
Sound solitude steps numb heavy towards Castle gate, despondent, until Weeble.“Not in mood, Weeble.”
“Hooah.” Route steps quietly. Good to have battle buddy. No Immortal officers back rank protocols. Always about consciousness formality, out of Bishop’s way.
Young maidens, lords frolic square dance fields of awareness, along coral reefs of black/white training. Riding, playing tag, Knights along foothills, Bishops concert oasis unfolds, wade pools, gentle hum, chorus leisure. Surfers paddle crimson passion curls crest on event horizon prime. Gestures sound waves jetties peace toward Earth.
“Am I ugly, Weeble?”
“Need a second opinion now?” Tout of a smile.
“I’m confused… You don’t have scars.”
“Your rescue united us. Impression of singularic voice, not able to isolate.”
“Do you know terror?”
“My friend …” Sonic resonance jest soft-accentuates warmth glows in council chambers of trusted guest’s welcomed wisdom….
“Language of pawns familiar because of mass cultural expectations of conscious social environments. Encounters of cultural exploration take place in chambers of heart, where intent and motive forms voice of fellowship safety, our Identic path. Terror obscures voice of purpose with synthetic ideology of 1.”
“Yearn to serve, earn an eternal name, be more than now, and of course ...get laid.”
“Ambitions vines thick; what’s up with this lone passion sprout?”
“Got to second base and then, she ‘Fire / Iced’ me.”
“Ouch …What you sing?”
“Intent.”
“You need strategy. I would’ve sung a few notes from chamber of motives. Saying, “Voice can never be perfected unless it can become all things at once zero.”
“Interesting.” We have been friends ever since our resonance melded on fields of chess training.”
All things at once zero… everything of value elevated above 1. The nothing I am has become infused with wisdom as everything resonated on sine wave of hopes and dreams.
A personal touch as the beacon of light was implanted into my new soil of ambitions of old…
I was new and clean.. taint removed as I died as a 7th rank pawn bitch of the black king…
Transformation of my colors..
A cataclysmic event. Where…
Hebrew 9: 13 The blood of goats and bulls and the ashes of a heifer sprinkled on those who are ceremonially unclean sanctify them so that they are outwardly clean.14 How much more, then, will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself unblemished to God, cleanse our consciences from acts that lead to death,[a] so that we may serve the living God!
Coldplay - Yellow (Official Video)
He infused me with the color yellow.. optimism for the future despite the perils on earth. Singing life words into my soul..
3 Doors Down - Kryptonite (Official Video)
A renegade of conscious and mind relations I ventured forth with the breath of new life…
Passion leading the way above all ideologies of society.. a resonance being I was.. Traveling the streams of consciousness at full steam ahead despite the persecution of Satan and his puny 7 dooms..
I venture forth into the Hawaii Island to visit my daughters going to give voice… Another tribe is he of whom I respect. A man of choice words of honor and integrity and yet to see his gait as we meet..
I trust the true daddy brother and friend of the words of life… of her voice. As I taught my daughter the rules of passion’s foe of logic language and the species interface deception of rainbow possibilities of royal voice...
Jesus is the way as a renegade of voice banned and persecuted by the singularity.. and our species as the gentiles are aware.
I shall ask the king to allow me to use Black king’s spine as a baseball bat in a intergalactic game of baseball…