Lowe Light

As the mind,
Shields the body.

I Plant,
My feet.

There is a stop,
To seeing underground?

I see the Light,
As it vibrates before me.

Asking the angels,
To bring my father's light.

With no fear of the unknown,
For me it has never been a stranger to chasing demons at night.

My shield absorbs,
The shadow monsters as i walk through the night.

If you have no idea,
What "could have come over you", when it is seen before me?

I AM one poetic statement,
I present this gift in my plight.

Let the love of the earth,
Neutralize what is black in the pran.

Energy is not energy,
When there are not light breathtaking sights.

Energy is not energy,
In my Astral Sight.

I can see energy like a ghost,
And absorb its positive charge pulled through a shield into the yin.

The ball of clairsentience,
Your natural astral is PINK.

Branching out the chest,
Like lightning at its best.

I first noticed the breeze,
Could be stopped.

I had my first Attunement,
And slider charged sensitivity.
Every word of the experience,
Can be seen.

Ask yourself where do you see that,
I am the spirit world.
How does your soul light,
Belong in that.

Namaste