"The Annunaki walk Among Us"
The mystery of myth tempers the brutality of the meaningless abyss.
We, the shaman offspring of our ancient ancestors, the modern proteges of our progenitors, we speak in the voice of sacred ritual attempting to mimic nature's language thereby gaining power and understanding of the universe and it's mirror, the void.
In a dream I floated up into the sky in a swirling shrouded mist surrounded by formless spirits until I was subsumed into the timeless spiral of history.
We, the shaman offspring of our ancient ancestors, the modern proteges of our progenitors, we speak in the voice of sacred ritual attempting to mimic nature's language thereby gaining power and understanding of the universe and it's mirror, the void.
In a dream I floated up into the sky in a swirling shrouded mist surrounded by formless spirits until I was subsumed into the timeless spiral of history.
posted by Krash Halmoot at 10:00 PM
1 Comments:
Bro this is it. You got it. The essence of the Funk and Nyabinghi... I'm a Ras from the Jaguar Priest school. I can tell you have your soul.
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