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[Alan Watts] An Alternative Myth: If, there is any such thing at all as intelligence And love, and beauty, well, you found it in other people [Killah Priest] Sitting in my chair, then the vision appear Starring at the wall, the wall turned into the spheres And the spheres held the planets Somewhat distant, some near Out of limits, I in a instant was there Warm currents were rushing, infinities came in abundance Centuries seasons Zodiac by the dozens Prophesying thy coming, and it was told I hold the mic way beyond the hundreds The mic turned to greatness Greatness took me to the sacred places to give Threw glory over me like a blanket Then I reclined so I can see the design Voice said close your eyes, cuz all we need is your mind And the rhyme like a storm as the currents blew me on Through gasses, I saw places where planets were born And the voice that spoke to my ghost majestic Let's show you the essence Let's reveal to you the presents The seven sealer of the heavens Within the will of the legend The seal of the lessons The skill is perfection Knights kneel before the weapon Alchemist of the sinister To heal within the message To build effervescent I feel shadows all around me They said they're just the pharaohs tryna crown me There's tarots of crystal balls within your boundaries You're now free to explore All the visions encountings so a mind can soar For all the wisdom and counseling A psychic mystique; I've been writing for weeks Every time I say a rhyme it whitens my teeth Make angels pillars of stone - people pillars of salt What I reveal under the cloth, when Killah would talk Swimming in the cosmic gulf, and the rivers of thought Where the healers was taught But in the mirrors seem lost And they finished the planet Tiamat on the Shabbat Then they planted Eden crops when the evening would drop When there was nothingness That's when Yah made the covenant On the cross' blood would drip and the corpse buzzards pick Time and admiration, stress and aggravation I don't do yoga but I can stretch your imagination God tears turns into prayer beads Falls over the neck of Cardinal wearing the wooden Mary Whisper verses over the buried, in the Celtic cemetery And he held it till his visions were heavy Like a time machine saw the dynasty of kings Through the mind it was seen, the skyline turned to wings We wear paint beads, water or oil Saint holy men beggar or royal Angels, devils, or aliens, which do you believe in more? Do you receive or restore? Do you want peace or war? Do you wish to live free or by law? It gets deep to the core We perform prayers faster than charities Go on pilgrimage but do we know what real healing is? Research a million in years, the real healing is here Without the billion, I became a billionaire From natural disaster, till the days of dinosaurs, the raptors To common laws, to all kinds of war, till the rapture