I Open My Eyes © Surazeus 2023 06 30 When God appears as the white butterfly I will play the Gardener of the Earth, cultivating human souls frail as flowers who seek to express their will to exist as temporary flames of spirit light that glow so dimly through eternal night. The moment thirteen thousand years ago when four million people around the Earth wish for God with aching love in their hearts I open my eyes and feel all their pain expressed as hope that someone with great power would control strange unknown process of fate. Alone on mountain of starlit insight, I gaze at small human communities scattered along the shores of flowing rivers and design plan of life for every soul because they want me to manage their fate that gives clear meaning to their futile lives. As long as humans struggling to survive pray for direction to their futile lives by giving each soul the important task their skills may qualify them to perform then I will exist in conceptual state as force of will who guides their noble play. While each living human who breathes the air of holy spirit through atomic waves conceives omniscient God inside their minds then I will swirl from energy of faith as supernatural being they idolize to play role of the guide they pray I Am. For I embody all their hopes and dreams in mortal human they elect to lead their nation forth on path of destiny through unified attention of free will when I perform the role of president whose heart contains the suffering of their fears. As supernatural concept of free will who wears the mask of God they wish to love I guide each person with my silent voice of wise authority inside their head by teaching them to choose with honest faith to create the Good rather than destroy. The God created by Humans must act according to their desperate will of hope that hides in holy prayers of psychic spells we chant while dancing in glow of midnight as we invent the Father of the Earth embodied by the man we choose to rule.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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