The World Is In Such A Bad

I Think Of Myself As A Complete Mystery. To Myself.

Music Is A Plane Of Wisdom, Because Music Is A Universal Language, It Is A Language Of Honor, It Is A Noble Precept, A Gift Of The Airy Kingdom, Music Is Air, A Universal Existence Common To All The Living.

Behold The Pre-prophetic Symbols Of The Planes Of Never. Behold, Behold This Thisness! This Isness.

A Prophet Is Not Without Honor Except In His Own Country Among His Own People.

What I'm Dealing With Is So Vast And Great That It Can't Be Called The Truth. It's Above The Truth.