Destructed Future

It was like a drug addict back to her old ways.

She met the book still open and continued reading from chapter two.

She read this out loud to her hearing.

”Secrets embedded in little things of life, can only be decrypted by highly composed alphabetical order of words, from a complex system of thought-generating neurons, in the mind of a genius.

Understanding your brain is the easiest way to boast the performance level of your life rather than waiting on nature to do its work. The brain is where movement and communication generates; and every other thing relating to existence. Deciphering how to manipulate the way it works, is a break in reality.

Magic, miracles and failures emancipates from the brain into reality. The creation of the world, in religion, started from the brain of the creator.

Even though God at one time was declared redundant, the minutest particle of an atom couldn explain the aorta of a being.

At the top of any thinking capacity, lies a new secret, all the time; its like an endless vicious circle, making love to infinity, giving value to immortality dwelling in light.

Death is cold and life is warm. When life becomes cold as death, one ceases to exist within the walls of their body, the soul then craves for the warmth of life but that six feet confinement becomes a tangible reality.

Life is a struggle that only but a few masters; sadly.

All men should know the truth about life. Its a gift no one deserves, until one knows who they be; and, why are they here?

You can never make the best use of life nor time nor space, thats why the souls of men have remained implausible towards immortality.

We ate the life out of these crops and animals as a means to consume more life hoping it would satisfy this very taste for life beyond death; in this tangible soft skin of youth, the mind of solomon and the lifestyle of the president; I want to struggle.

Life uses us all in all ramification of being used. Just before ones realizes whats on in life, they are pronounced dead and gone; so one needs open their eyes before one die to the realities of life.

If memory serves me right, I heard someone saying: ”we are all connected ”. These words propelled a movement within me

I went on memory fishing that day, down the memory lane of all that is connected by food chain and chained with food.

Its very easy to hack the thoughts of men, especially those without firewalls, those feeble minded neurologists, who are easily moved by the deceptive construction of statements, aimed at seducing their thoughts into a state of paralysis, while they get smooched to change their mind concerning information that should be released to the press for mass media consumption. Its like an executive order, only that the women are on top and mr trumps people are protesting peacefully.

Their thoughts are emotionally fragile and psychologically weak, with no spiritual defense, to chase away that sneaky entity, walking quietly behind you; in darkness, trying to put her pointing finger into that dark room at the sharp back of your head, close to the medula, so as to gain access to manipulating words you think about, which eventually becomes your reality.

They shall take a stand like a crazy secretary on the typewriter machine. Constantly dishing out fowl words into the public. Like a virus, it attacks the mind of the young and turns the old people crazy, making men walk like animals aimlessly; like a drunken master trying to stand on a point, they beat around bush.

The way a man sees things, is the way he explains them. The rate of stupidity in human existence keeps us striving towards intelligence.

We came with our brains and our hearts to survive the tides of life, little did we know that earth is a mad mans land that needs a pair of both.

Earth is constantly developing to meet up to the criterion heaven has set, for, to be called a paradise but until there is peace on earth universally. This is because heaven has enjoyed peace for a long time now, right after Satan was defeated and cast down to earth.

He has sat reminisce on the throne of man. Enjoying his command over the league of men.

Humans ways of thinking are passed down from earths resources. What we eat and drink, see and hear, feel and imagine helps in the shaping of our conscious memory. Earths resources is a continuous circle of the remains of everything that went back to dust.

Richie Spice: ”The world is a circle, everything that happens come around in a circle ”.

Everything in life is meant to help us gain knowledge of life by either prolonging our lives or making life easy for us to inhabit; but the king of earth hates man, just because we are more to the creator than the best music maker that he is.

The mind of the devil, full of evil, evolving with evolution, eventually want to become everlasting; as the greatest of all creatures but thats never gonna happen. Just like war needs peace to stay alive, so does gods, ”humanity ”.

We are the best of His creations and will always be. When he made man, His life never remained the same. He places genuine geniuses on earth every now and then, to calculate planet alignments and solve tests of time, to see how far we can go, till we can no more. Thats how judgment day concept came by.

Its the day all men becomes helpless. No one to help anyone. The state of OYO will begin in emergency. That very day when the sun will shower the earth with extreme global warming.

It might be the very day the newly Democratic elected clown of the once great nation of nations swears his oath of office. Same year Africa became world super power by uniting as United States of Africa. Sounds second hand but its fulfills the prophecy of the wise old King of the universe.

A being seen by many as a father who abandoned his children.

A genius is a man who understands confusion and reads between its lines to get results to something he doesn know. Its like getting an A1 in subjects you have no clue of.

A person that filters the dark room of folders at the back of his head where all sorts of instruments of idea are either organized or scattered in, depending on the nature of man that he/she be. And then create something from these findings, true or not, a truce is made between both worlds. The greatest lie ever told has its truth somewhere.

This darkness of random thinking or the subconscious is where new things are cooked over a period of time by all those before us, until it is manifested in a child at a time, but if we put our heads together, we can be a collective genius*; with no one man to take the credit.

The system of the world right from the beginning of age, has made us work individually to shine mentally irrespective of how it was done. We worship God together but have a personal relationship with him.

A genius digs deep into the subconscious and fills up his thinking capacity consciously, once he has successfully extracted what so ever made him confused and has arranged them according to how they make the most sense, he moved ahead back into this dark room where the insanity of men lies to fish more lost memories either to solve a known problem or an unknown complication. Many have in time past tried to control this realm but came out foolish and mad. No one should call anyone stupid or foolish because without them, we are all stupid and foolish..

We shine where they don and they exceeds in things we don want to enjoy. They are clowns, hopeless lovers, nagging old ladies and money loving daddies.

The world is a prison, full of confined freedom. We better know how to relate with ourselves towards a unified end. Only death separates us and only in paradise we shall meet says the bible. We shall all meet again, thats a promise.

I think am a genius,

A solo minded black person Hanging between being stoned and sober.

Being sane and insane.

Sadly happy when ever I look at my past and think of the future and what it may hold for me but stuck in the present at the moment thinking of the beautiful moments I had with her in this complicated story of life.

Ive always looked and reasoned the future in a funny way forgetting am laying its foundations today. What a joker.

Jack: like a joker

I will flip my chances

And embrace the opposite side of my coin.

Bill$ fingers up in appreciation

Guys are chilling hard

Others as soft as tissue

Made up of sickle cell

Getting high on oxygen

Your guys are writing about the beauty of women

My guys are exploring the depths of pussies.

I burnt my brain cells

Just to get words on paper

Got I the papers

Chased by bitches

Come on, come choke on my massive vessel.

Closure got too long

And turned into another relationship

She couldn help the ticking of her pussy

Every time she hears my voice

I will end my game with Kings and Queens

I snapped out of my dream thinking I was sleeping then I realized am stuck in duality recovering alone, moving fast down the hypotenuse slope.

I emerged from the rabbit hole by maintaining an equilibrium 50/50 of good and evil, yes or no, so on and forth.

I pulled back the beat and found my way back to the lyrics before my thoughts went blank.

Encryption is the compilation of deception with clues hanging in lies.

In the act of deception, imagination is life. Imagination drove me to write these words as part of things I imagined telling her, when weakness moved his lips:

In a moment of weakness, I told her all about my feelings. This girl, her heart I planned planting my seed of love. ”

This chick being who she was born to be, dumb as a blonde and hot like fire, sexy like a bitch and sweet like **; said no.

We want God to keep healing us, so we can keep giving him glory. We keep flashing and repairing machines so we can keep using them. We are instruments of Gods experiments, we are used by the gods one way or the other, putting the things of God into test and fears leaves our mind everytime we find out that it works. It gives us hope for tomorrow. The things of God works. It works so much that I feel so much calm at everything that happens to me in this life but I hope my kids will understand and not blame God for not healing me when I die of cancer.

I don want to die from cancer of course but the things this life has to offers, mostly consumables, brings us cancer. We die of many things: Age, our greatest sickness, has taken few from this world; just that its the perfect way to leave for now.

I hope you are asleep dear, so I tint your soul with the invisible color of love and wake you up to shades of grey. ”

She immediately went into convulsions but quickly snapped out of it. Iv and her entire lineage are cooked with traditional medicines that prevents them from so many infirmities.

Iv knew she had to built a machine and meet up with the writer of such book.

There and then is when she started interpreting the blueprints she had drew during the first episode.

She gradually but eventually put the machine together after 23 months.

For some reason, the mental thread of deciphering and understanding cut across the chapter and sew it into one into her synapses.

The big picture came to her with ease.

She was able to read in-between the lines for real.

She is a genuine genius indeed.