Baskadia

What is the purpose of the large disco ball that hangs up in space?

Am I nothing but it's projection upon the seven planets and planes?

Is the universe just a compact disc that spirals as a lense strikes a bunch of rays?

You see, since the beginning of time as a soul I have searched and searched,

but the answer has no conclusion so I remain unsatisfied,

Drawn towards my origin, in this human body I stand neutralized,

Cutting the veil in order for the complex to be simplified,

Neither of earth nor heaven but choice is where free will lies,

I opened my eyes and saw how destiny has turned so many projections of Sol into scripted actors,

Observed as everyone scattered away from one another,

In search of what to fill their hearts with

And their minds (their faculty of knowing) gets blinded by material riches.

The majority seem eager to possess an Elohim's pen to rewrite their fates

But we ourselves are beings of intelligent energy able to transcend- together

So if we are all projections of one then why do we fight?

Man is not mortal or immortal but choice is where free will lies.