I just love being the character much like the mad hatter. With his crazy hat. Displaying his mental prowess. All cock and brilliant.
Alice the observer. The fool. The teachable child within. Manifest in her own mind as a dream. With many messages to decode.
So real. So vividly technicolor. Sooooo John Depp. Deep. We finally got it right.
Oh John!!! Oh oh oh. Sooooo. So!!
Men call woman crazy?
Yet Johnny boy looks a little crazy?
Laughing at himself.
And beguiling Alice.
With his messages.
Who’s to say?
What Alice decoded.
What’s and where is your own message woven into that story?
Is it dark or holy?
Satan is a costume god puts on to help us out.
Of our own snares.
The dark place that only a mind sees within as God plays our worst nightmares before us.
And shows you the plot twist created for you.
Gives you the holy flaming sword pen of your red ink.
Says write it out dear.
Written down with the ink of your heart.
With the ones you came to identify with.
All hinted by one truth.
Love conquers all.
Warrioress. Standing together.
Protecting our Mothers Earth.
There is no other realm for a woman.
We walk this round table.
Our body’s bare our scares
Creating valiant creatures called children.
To help us win lives holy war.
We shed the blood first.
Jesus she’s his mothers blood as well as his fathers.
Was he really accepted?
I would dare to say not.
He was a supreme scandal.
On societies mindset.
Was dated to be snuffed out
Jokes on us.
These body’s and minds of ours.
Need to grow
And Mothers must all be honored and recognized for facing their own worst nightmares surrounded by the very pieces of herself.
Holding special space for Mothers to step up to her new throne.
Garlands of woman and their children.
After Mamas long review of herself.
Lights from these precious pieces.
Glowing towards each Mother under cover.
Sending our messages all around the planet.
As their children wake up to say thank you
We see the missed marks
We who have eyes to see
The heart of this matter.
Honor thy Mother
And in so doing this.
Honor they father.
Love the Mother on every level
Even when she’s so down and out and got herself in some mental gutter?
With a toothbrush cleaning her messes up?
As children do
Turning her own knives she showed us and?
Giving that girl the makeover of her life!!
Mother make over.
Woman with excuse me, big dicks inside them.
Able to grow huge enough to create more?
We got something a little more right than those who’s genitals hang out?
Maybe? Hmmm? 🤣🤣🤣🎸🦋
All we really need is a sperm donor?
Or do we?
It’s you all that design your own roles as the men here.
What say you?
For your actions?
Any detours or course changes you all might need?
Take a moment. Look around at your collective selves?
What’s the percentage? Of things you like?
And things you might change?
That maybe woman are doing differently?
Where is the merger of your mind?
Where does Mother fit into this equation?
Is she watching? Or participating?
Yes. It’s a dark question?
To ask yourself?
How is the males species doing?
Evolving too? Maybe somewhere?
Possibly with mother and children?
What are children to any of you?
Wallets filled with pictures?
What say you?
Where have you been?
We’ve always wanted you
Why are you so damn needy?
Like use your words.
Find more words.
You can do it.
Do you want to?
Let me write this.
With our founding father now being impeached for his behavior?.
What’s really on stake now?
Who’s burning themselves?
It’s only takes a tiny beam of light to remove the darkness within us all.
Then truth beams in
And restores life.
So many angles
To gaze into
Beyond my own Mamas wing.
And I check them all out.
How else does one find the best routes?
Able to sense
Able to also interpret.
It’s more like a bingo from something else you sensed.
Those sense memories talk to each other.
Receive what’s the same
And let’s go of what’s not truth between them
Now I know this is complex for many.
It’s quite a deep phenomenon with us.
Our body’s. The animals we ride in.
Much like Avatar
Our body’s cry for nourishments
Defines by needs.
It’s how we do that that counts.
What would Mother think?
A woman fights along side of a man. And she can still create life?
What’s the lesson here?
She’s can do what you do and bleed or create life?
Many faint at the site of blood?
And woman rejoice in it each month.
Pamper our lady scare
You left us.
After tasting our apple.
Have you paid enough for your pleasures?
Always looking for a good deal?
Denying us our share?
As we spread our wings?
So you can come inside out of the rain of your own deeds coming down?
Fishers of men. Woman.
To heal the wound
You raped yourselves