BCL
Surfers,
While reading the vast amount of
understanding emails piled up in my inbox, I
concluded that, even though BCL is just a
small part of my focus these days, It is a
large part of other's life. The BCL being an
ecosystem of a defined area of information.
I needed a flex, like a monkey shaking his
cage. So since I was having a break, BLC
took a break. Ego death is an extremely
liberating feeling. There are those that can
see, those
that can see once they're shown and those
that never see.
I’ve experienced something giving me the
desire to tell as many as I can to:
Slow
yourself into a moment, look at the world,
what do you see?
These poems are what I see.
Stephen Matthew Knox
Sorting
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Stephen Matthew Knox
The
great year’s new cycle will noticeably be, a
division of people , soon grouped into three.
The first are the chosen, ability to see, that
all fear has left them, learning love is key.
The second group larger, absorb all they’re
shown, creating momentum, for truth to be known.
Last are the masses, armed only with hope, think
everything’s bullshit, distrust horoscope.
They drank all the kool-aid, programmed not to
see, how every single person, (is secretly me).
Layers
Stephen Matthew Knox
The truth forever hidden, cemented with lies.
Invisible unions, plotting and planning our
demise.
We awakened to the fact that our world is not
quite right.
And because of this we’ve found that love is our
only might.
I feel every day earth’s frequency rise, I now
connect remotely, and can look right through
their eyes.
But the further that I travel, up perception’s
sight.
The me that is I, has no use for a fight.
Middle way
Stephen Matthew Knox
The left hand path was
never for me, held captive by secrets and dark
mysteries.
The right hand path, known from Yeshua’s
travels. remember to thank him as this whole
thing unravels.
This awakening for me happened deep inside,
downloads began and my ego just died.
No more confusion about who is this “me”,
perspective forever altered, now split into
three.
Centeristic thinking now fills every day, this
path I have chosen is called the middle way…
Lies vs bliss
Stephen Matthew Knox
Thinking way back, to when I was little. Helping
me choose, my path in the middle.
Now it’s become, abundantly clear, the light
growing inside me, replaces the fear,
Working way down, deep inside, processing
things, I could never abide.
With trickle of truth flowing in my ear. Reveals
all that’s hidden, both far and near.
Feelings in me of oneness and bliss, continuous
wave, of my very first kiss.
Sharp of mind and improving ones health, means
paying it forward, repairing yourself.
Doing these things, while holding them dear,
vibrating higher, pulling destiny near.
Progression
Stephen Matthew Knox
It broadcasts the lie of scarcity, never enough
to go around.
Hiding reality from all eyes, ensuring it not be
found.
The solar cycle awakened us, now having a common
goal.
The search for truth and knowledge works to
actually make us whole.
Be the skeptic with squinting eyes, hearing he
“accidentally drown”.
An unlimited supply of narratives, put there to
confound.
With escalations rising, it will be easier to
see.
The more we fight amongst our selves, the less
that we are free.
This is happening as it has, seven times before.
The golden age of enlightenment, is knocking on
our door.
Invisible energy from the sun, ever on the rise.
Changing humanity’s structure, you will come to
realize.
As you evolve into yourself, the process, clear
to see.
You are the source of all that is, down here
split in three.
Place your attention on a moment, see what you
have found.
That everything that’s ever been is composed of
just light and of sound.
Mission
Stephen Matthew Knox
To all get together, we need not agree,
Each has their mission, some of us three.
Bridges over puddles, the buddha might say.
Help all the lost, since they’re not far away.
The gift you’ll be given, if honest and true.
Showing you all the things, you never knew.
Use inner knowledge, filling your cup.
Notice
how time has begun to speed up.
Love and compassion, given today.
Expands never ending, on the middle way.
Merica fck-yh
Stephen Matthew Knox
In America, people will say that they’re free?
Feels like, a banana republic, to me.
Terrible people, work at the top.
Close comes the time, that we have to say stop.
Occurrences beginning to not go unseen.
Sensing that most of you, know what I mean.
With truthfull harmony, now on the rise.
Nearing the time we hear deep and dumb cries.
We went from having on blinders and running in
place.
To a vast understanding of both time and of
space.
Transforming our home to the
way it should be.
The happening of this, you’re beginning to see.
Shape of things
Stephen Matthew Knox
What I know of earths habitat, its true shape in
form is neither round nor flat.
This important information to you, that’s from
me, has been hidden by groups running our space
agency.
Even as my words might overwhelm, the truth of
this world is, we live in a realm.
As new light shines through us, more people will
see, the truth of our reality is setting us
free.
Big me
Stephen Matthew Knox
Big me, stays close now, always feeling never
far.
I finally, kind of , absorbed from him, what my
qualifications are.
All of my bad choices, and every mistake that I
made.
They all share equal importance, to any aces
that I’ve played.
Up on Buddha’s perch, this is what you’ll see.
The number of all there is, most important being
three.
Arriving at this moment, with its programmed and
linear way.
I think back to the where that I was, but with
nothing more to say.
As a soldier in god’s army of love, I have only
this to decree.
The hardest part, so far, in this, is the
estrangement I’ve imposed upon me.
If I had stayed, with family near, and decided
not to roam,
Chances are, I’d been locked away, first time I
said, adrenochrome.
With inward focus, guiding something, half the
world can’t see.
All will change quite quickly with, what soon
will come to be.
knowing I've been chosen as, I never did answer
the call.
So simply said, the best way ahead, is to never
stop giving your all.
These threads that I call, connecting it all,
they work something like a key.
Excepting my role in the coming events , opening
up to “big me”.
Every day I miss my kids, but happy they’re
overseas.
I know for them, to see this poem, might not
put them at ease.
Now that I got to vent a bit, I guess I’ll call
it a day.
I’ve denied the old, to except the new, gave all
my money away.
So when you’ve finally had enough of this, call
it, "organized societal decay".
There’s always room, hope to welcome you soon
Here on the middle way....