This is a pre production demo, its kind of rough, but the gist of the concept is there.... hopefully I can into the studio Soon and record it and then get rick to do the vocals...the music is on the attached link.(lyrics are w/ it)..copyright 2012 Humaneros - a tribute to Don Juan Matus THE MARK It was a pretty good set up all in all, to get to him, theyd just wait till last call, the flyers and stalkers were all around, attached to the hosts that they had found. but then,....the mark was no where around, no the mark could not be found. He got on a rocket, went for a zoom, left them there at the elbow room. The galactic night out amongst the stars, he danced on moon beams and played his guitar, with a bowl of cosmic soup, for his stop on mars... yea, a bowl of cosmic soup for his stop on mars. Hungry devils, demons and ghosts, with appetites for destruction but pin-holes for throats, attach themselves to cogs in the cube world order, the unconscious collective, never recollected, they attach themselves to humans and run amuck... yea, they could attach themselves to you man, and run amuck. FLYERS & STALKERS We have been here all along, in the corners of your sight, But, you’ve been taught, that its nothing at all, just a trick of the light. Energy field manipulation, managing mental masturbation, to feed upon the people, the church and the steeple, the sheeple, the sheeple, THE SHEEPLE!! Celestial shorelines, dimensional doorways to portals in space and time. The Greys- were in fact the first Free Masons, to manage Humankind. Its the spell that your under, to fear one another and kill those who speak of love.. Your a walking, distracted zombie of nations, as the watchers watch from above.......... SLEEP ( Ive got one that can see) Awake amongst the sleeping in a sleep reality, we are trapped in a box - of illusions. This ancient knowledge called out to me, said- Wipe the sleep from your mind boy! - this is just a dream Life is just a dream A dream matrix, we arrive flashed & blind, to a cube world order, where, Lunch is humankind. Capturing soul essence, they Live (feed), while we sleep, But this dream seems so real, we forget- this is just a dream.... Life is just a dream Life is just a dream solo sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sle There is a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos & took over our lives, human beings are its prisoner The predator is our lord & master, it has rendered us docile, ...helpless., If we want to protest, it supresss our protest, If we want to act independently - It demands that we do not do so.. Indeed - we are held prisoner. They took us over, because we are food to them & they squeeze us mercilessly, Because we are thier sustanance. (Quoted from - Don Juan Matus) Awake!!!! Awake amongst the sleeping, in a sleep reality, we are trapped in a box, of illusions. This ancient knowledge calls out to me, said- Wipe the sleep from your mind - This is just a dream Just a dream.........Life is just a dream SONG FOR THE UNIVERSE In the tradition of the sorcerors to which don Juan belonged, it is maintained that the universe is predatorial in nature. For sorcerors, this is not a matter of speculation or of metaphorical predilection, they know for a fact that it is predatorial. Throughout the ages they have described the condition of man,which is about the bleakest description we know. As time goes by, this description gains more ground. Sorcerors say that just as we keep chickens in a coop, some entities that come from a universe of awareness keep us in human coops. Sorcerors make a joke and say that these entities, which they call flyers, keep us human beings cooped up in humaneros. The flyers of the sorcerors tradition are black shadows that we sometimes detect and explain away as floaters in the retina. Sorcerors know for a fact, by means of their capacity to see energy directly, that those shadows are predatorial and that they keep us alive in order to devour our awareness. Sorcerors say that our awareness is like a sheen around our total field of energy that looks to them like a luminous ball. To them, this sheen of awareness is like a plastic cover that would make the luminous ball shine even more if it were not for the fact that it has been eaten away down to the levels of our heels. Here is where the sorcerors description gets very disturbing to us; sorcerors say that the only sheen of awareness left in us by our eaters is the awareness of self reflection. Therefore, all we are left with in us is the concern with me, myself and I. In our personal lives we have corroborated that the only force left in the immediate world around us is the force of self importance, which comes disguised in the form of humility, compassion, altruism, kindness, you name it. This sorcerors description is of course our ultimate nemesis, we dont want to believe that we are being raised for food. In this sense, naturally, the sorcerors tradition is at total variance with any other kind of spiritual tradition. Sorcerors say, and believe me, not out of cynicism, that every ideal we deal with in terms of spiritual traditions, religions, etc, is a device concocted by the flyers to keep us in a lull. Imagine our disquietude upon examining, weighing, and pondering this proposition. Carlos castaneda - quoting don Juan matus m.soundcloud/thesquirrelysquirrel/humaneros
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