The Agency

a prayer…

the spiral continues to quicken, the signs are everywhere. take, for instance, the Beatles’ Yellow Submarine. attacks from love-hating conformists lead to the activation of ancient space/time/consciousness travel technology in the form of a giant ufo that only some people are able to notice flying over the city. it then becomes the task of a few free thinking individuals to reignite the human spark and restore love and color to a world that’s been drained of happiness and zest. along the way, they experience drastic changes in the way they perceive time. “it’s all in the mind.”

this matrix is falling down. as the spiral tightens on madness and the false precepts of order unravel, the war machines tighten their grasp. don’t be fooled. this pain, the dispair of nations and believers fighting over the right way to be yourself are merely the horrors of birth. life is about to really begin. i can feel the wave swell like a commando smells a threat on the air.

lucifer, save us from these pig faced gods, swollen with lust, confusing fear for love.

god, save us from satan, show us balance in all things so that we may go with the flow of Allah! draw us up out of these shackles we’ve inherited. take us to the sun and through it into the light of the unnamable. we will speak the unspeakable. we will learn to surf realities, never to wash up on these polluted beaches of illusion again.