Ch. 4 'THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON'

 

CHAPTER 4: THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON.

‘ROLLING WITH LUCIFER’S DICE, STOLEN FROM THE RUINS OF PARADISE.’

The SHEMALIANS (She-MAH-Lee-unz) are an allied tribe of the Zooathalon. Prized for their depth of compassion, consideration, judgment and attention to detail in all matters of interest to their nature and commission. They are also a very tall and fetching tribe, comprising within themselves individually both male and female function, as well as sensibility and the like. They do not physically have children, when ready to reproduce, they simply rebirth themselves accompanied with a blueprint of the life they wish to inhabit already imprinted in their minds. They were past masters of both advanced quantum post nuclear technology as well as of ‘ORGANIC TECHGNOSIS’, a field of science whereby the mind and nature are harnessed to aid in the art of healing, rescue and the levitation of the mind to enhance and enrich perspective. For them, Mind & Nature are One, since mind cannot conceive of what is not.

To them was the ‘Contract’ given to rescue the denizens of ‘SNOWGLOBIA’, those unfortunate souls who were entrapped, local galaxy and all, inside a Snow Globe to punish and contain them for having voted to oust the ZTL from occupation. Turning on them, The ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS took aim and enslaved them, shrinking their entire reality to match the constituent necessity of their tiny scalar space. A place so small, the Echoes returned BEFORE the cries went out.

They suffered and wept, producing not ironically the very energy frequencies the Zugebrians recycled to keep Snowglobia in a zombie like state of Fear and her step-sister, Apprehension.

While the Zooathalon’s warriors fought to stem the spread of the Zugebrian menace, the Shemalians put together a plan, aided by the brilliant work passed on to them by Zachary T. Lowenstein, to bypass the normal routes of rescue options, for the more organic approach of SMOKING THEM OUT.

YES! Using a literal smoke and mirrors effect in reverse spatial reality to override the program keeping the people of Snowglobia within the clutches of accursed Zugebrian policy.

Gathering their elders around an instrument that used both water based Hydrostatic Nitrogen compounds AND plant infused Carbon based Black Hole Retrograde Fusion formulas, a small sachet of a mixture of aromatic herbs, incense, highly prized minerals ground into a fine sandy blend, the seeds of their Sacred Plants,

And the Exact Mathematical Shavings of a very heavy rare magnetic iron, measured according to the energetics required for completion of the Time Travel experience. Added to this composite were the sprinklings of a type of diamond that grew only on Certain Moons, those moons stabilized by pyramids and underground structures built by Ancient Travelers from whom the Shemalians and the Zooathalon took great pride in studying and integrating into their knowledge of time, space and the interconnectedness of mind as bridge to both ‘Here’ & ‘There’.

The Members of the Shemalian Rescue Squad then took upon themselves Breathing Apparatuses not unlike Scuba Masks, which allowed them to both VISUALIZE the rescue point from the analysis and coordinates given to them, And to also collectively inhale the infusion that the small cachet released when it smoldered on a Crystal Dais from its center position of the instrument. Using their total focus as a group, and ‘seeing’ the location of the intended recipients of their meditation, the Shemalians took in effect what would look to all outsiders to their ritual as A HUGE BONG HIT, and managed successfully after concerted intention to override the Zugebrian Lockdown Program for Snowglobia and LEVITATE the minds of the good people of the old globe, BACK into the former realities they were stolen from.

This was done with the use of organic wormhole mobilization technology, programmed into the instrument so paramount to their operation, where Dark Matter is used with ‘Heavy Water’ and CARBON BASED THOUGHT FORMS to locate, project and transport matter through windows in the matrix of the patterned physical universe. This was ‘Organic Techgnosis’ demonstrated as fact.

As for the Freed Spirits Reunited with their Worlds, having been turned Inside Out, Their Lives Were NEW! The SHEMALIANS were duly thanked and praised, who reminded that, Like the Zooathalon, what they understood of God was Unity of Cause and the Light Reflected in their Understanding.

So In Retaliation, the ZUGEBRIAN Response Was This: THEY WENT BACK IN TIME AND THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON!

End Of Part 1.


Part 2:

They sent one of their ‘HOLLYWOOD KILLERS’, Special Agents equipped for Time Travel assignments, trained in the Arts of Entertainment & Assassination.

And they too complained about not getting enough credit for their work, though NOT getting credit was the point.

The Zugebrians understood that time, appearing spatial in one direction, may be reversed, as well as traversed according to ones knowledge of the simple Etheric Formula that governs the various states of Atomic Matter and what may or may not be done. Armed with full capacity of reference, almost Anything and Everything could be done With And Through the Physical Wormhole we enable as TIME.

In a vision by a seer countenanced by the Zugebrian Time Lords, One of their Many, it was seen that the Entity and Legend of STAGGER LEE might be of Able Assistance to the cause of Taking Out Robert Johnson.

So the Hollywood Killer was Given Programming regarding the Exact Nature of the assignation.

She Would Get to Stagger Lee, HE Would Get to Robert!

*(And all necessary ‘coverage’ would be provided. Leaving no answers and only links to abstract mysteries, and whatever blood stains were required to dissuade further inquiry).

The Time Lords knew the Basic Math and Length of the Scenario. From their studies of Our World and its Subsequent History, if ROBERT JOHNSON were taken out of the TIMELINE, it would erase a Great and Formidable Deal of much of the Evolution which Took Place in his wake, which happened at a GEOPHYSICAL point in time relative to the birth of CHARLEMAGNE. They Were Fully Aware that his Removal would Enact the Falling of Dominoes, and to such an extent that at some point, time would literally Collapse on itself, though not Before showing the Convulsions and Shockwaves Beforehand.

Convulsions which Restrict and Contract time and seek to induce the Human Spirit into a Stupor of Self negligence, Low Regard and Defeatism Shackled to Sabotage, which were, after all, the Whole Point in going back in time and murdering the Future.

Dressed To Kill (as most killers usually are in fact), Our Very Lovely and ‘Highly Certified in the Customs and Ways of Death & Deception’ Hollywood Killer sits inside her Zugebrian Wave Form

 And Waits for Final Instruction & Confirmation before being sent back through Zugebrian constructed worm holes, tunnels as woven as Spider Webs, and as Difficult to Escape Once Within.

ESPERANZA LANZA was her Professional Name.

Her Skin Was Olive and Varnished by Light to Perfection. Her Legs inspired Conversations, not all Muted. And her Lips were said to have been Worth A Ransom just to be lightly brushed by the Damp Mouths of the Very Elite who Promoted Her in Promoting THEM. Her Personal Name didn’t matter, she had erased it from her general memory years ago, the Better to Be the Who She Now Was.

Time May Shatter and Fracture in a Thousand Ways.

It May Tumble, It May Spin before it Straightens Out Again. It may also Burn Out many roads of possibility before Ennui Spills its Sperm and becomes but a roadmap stretching its spindly tentacles towards Oblivion’s Fetid Wake, which buried in the ground causes seeds to shake.

Once Ms. Lanza was placed by the Time Lords Equidistant to their Final Plans, Stagger Lee was used by her to create the Necessary Distraction for her to Push a Small Button Attached to the Inside of her Purse.

Robert Johnson, playing his American World Weary ‘Sophoclean’ Triangulations inside a Steaming Packed Drinking Establishment, would be Dead by Morning. End Of Story.

The Locals Would Report that After Having Taken a Drink bought for him by a Stunning and Mysterious Woman, Stagger Lee himself bought the drink that Legend Says contained the poison that forever Silenced the Voice and Guitar of the enigmatic Robert.

Johnson’s Genetics could be tied directly into the ‘illegitimate’ strain of the Emperor Charlemagne’s bloodlines through the House of Orleans, passed into lore as a folk hero as story friendly as John Henry, and just as tragic an ending.

The Despicable Deed Done, the Fair Lady Esperanza was Never Seen or Heard of Again, though in our Current Timeline, she is Promoting Several Films she has Coming Out at a Theatre Near You.

It Would Take Quite A While Before the Zooathalon managed to restore Robert Johnson to his Rightful and Legitimate Place in the space time Continuum, and even then, they only managed to program his ‘Holographic Reality Transplant’ up until the grand old age of 29. JUST ENOUGH for the ‘Western Civilization Density Format’ to not have entirely lost the gains pertinent to Johnson’s existence (on this rolling and tumbling orb of moss and mutant matter).

In Order to Demonstrate Even This Miracle for the Restoration of Spirit’s Will, the Zooathalon were forced to use a Holographic Dimensional Simulator, which they had had built on the subsurface of a Harnessed ‘Rogue’ Moon and which was reinforced by Ocean Currents.

Since the Murder of ROBERT JOHNSON by Stagger Lee & Esperanza Lanza courtesy of the ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS, we have been living within an Altered Reality projected by Powerful Machines that control the Subatomic Frequencies and Subsonic Sound Waves surrounding matter to Bend and Shape Light Forms according to the Images felt by the ZTL to be in the Correct Range of Virtual Captivity.

Depressing The Mind Aids in Keeping these Oppressive Holographics Intact, and in charge of all perceptions of  ‘REALITY’, a collective hypnosis where Shadows Piercing Raindrops see HOLES instead of HILLS.

Robert Johnson had in fact been given a Premonition of his Demise.

In Statement of Truth, the Morning of his Assassination, he had Awakened in a Sweat unlike he’d experienced before and Recalled a Dream where he stood in a Chamber like Corridor Alone, while a White Dove, at Chest Level, Grew Momentum as it Angled its Swift Flight, Perpendicular to his Fevered Breast and Crashed like a Mighty Wave right into the Very Aching Flesh of it and Became One With Him.

And on that day of his Fatal Sunrise, the ‘Blues Master’ wrote his final song.


Chapter 4: ‘THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON’ (Part 1)

SONGS:

  1. ALLERGIC    (3:15)
  2. IT’S YOURS  (4:02)
  3. YES YOU !  (4:10)
  4. METAMORPHEUS  (4:00)
  5. PARADISE POSTPONED (4:42)

All Songs Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed* By Sananda Maitreya

*(Except where indicated)

All Songs Filtered through the TreeHouse Publishing/Studio Nexus by Matteo ‘Sergente’ Sandri & Sananda Maitreya Courtesy of SmokeHouse Productions for TreeHouse Publishing.

These songs were retrieved from the ZUGEBRIAN ARCHIVES where they were placed under lock & key after they were stolen from the ZOOATHALON.

All Songs Contain the Subatomic ‘SUTRASONIC CEREBRAL’ Process. Patent Pending.

WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING, THANK YOU!


LYRICS:

1) ALLERGIC

Allergic To the Labels That
You Try to Pin on Me
I’m Not Sure,
If I’m Anything but Free.
I Can’t Contain the Love
I Have for Everything,
I’m A Firefly
And I Have to Stretch my Wings.
 
I’m a Child of Wanderlust
And I Have to Let it Roll.
How Can You Expect to Keep
A Cage Around A Soul?
An Open Minded Curiosity
Is Worth More to Me
Than Anything.
Look At All The Miracles
That Happen every day
Because Of You,
The World will Find A Way!
 
Look at all the Genius of
Ordinary things,
All Around
Behold what Nature brings.
 
I’m a Child of Wanderlust
And I Have to Let it Roll.
How Can You Expect to Keep
A Cage Around A Soul?
An Open Minded Curiosity
Is Worth More to Me
Than Anything.
 
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www.Sananda.org
 

2) IT’S YOURS

WELL, IT’S YOURS
AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT
WELL, IT’S YOURS
AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT
 
Come On In and Close the Door.
As She Opened her Blouse
I Became Aroused,
It couldn’t be ignored.
Her Soulful Eyes are my Devotion.
Let the rhythm begin,
As she welcomes me in
The Milk of her Emotions.
 
WELL, IT’S YOURS
AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.
WELL, IT’S YOURS
AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.
 
We find a Groove that stops the Rain.
It explains to me
My Heart’s remedy
And Eases all my Pain.
And When She Moans the Deep is calling.
With my Mouth to her Ear
I tell Her I Hear,
The Sound of Angels falling.
 
WELL, IT’S YOURS
AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.
WELL, IT’S YOURS
AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.
 
It’s So Good I Cannot Tell,
I Must Have Dropped a Coin
In a Wishing Well
And Now I’m Here!
 
I Search the Clouds, I confess.
And with Time Slowing Down
I’m Embraced by her Sound,
Especially when She says:
 
WELL, IT’S YOURS
AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.
WELL, IT’S YOURS
AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.
 
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www.Sananda.org

3) YES YOU!

DO I HAVE TO CRY OUT REPEATEDLY WHO’S AMAZING?
Guess Who?
Do I Have to REMIND You Again & Again YOU ARE MAGIC?
YES YOU!
 
Take A Look at your Light
And see how Bright it Beams!
We inhabit a Space,
A World of Overlapping Dreams.
 
Do I HAVE TO CRY OUT REPEATEDLY WHO’S AMAZING?
GUESS WHO?
Do I Have to REMIND You Again & Again YOU ARE MAGIC?
YES YOU!
 
Take A Peek at your Star,
It Shines above your Head.
The Poetry of your Blood,
It Flows from where Planets where have Bled.
 
Do-do-do do-do, Do-do-do-do-do-do
 
DO I HAVE TO CRY OUT REPEATEDLY WHO’S AMAZING?
GUESS WHO?
Do I Have to REMIND You Again & Again YOU ARE MAGIC?
YES YOU!
 
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 4) METAMORPHEUS

I Am A Solar Boy
A Man-Child of the Sun
Electric-Shakti-Mama-Raja-Sutra-Linga-Om
The Blossoms of my Joy
Leap like Flowers of Fire
There is no more to seek
The Cup that Flows will never Leak.
 
I Am A Lunar Mind
A Brainchild of an Orb
Mata-Hari-Shiva-Lover-Guru-‘Not-Beyond-Another’
I Keep A Sketchpad
So that I Can Draw My Own Conclusions
I’m trying to lose my mind
So I can lose all my Illusions.
 
I’m Metamorpheus
Godchild of Contradiction
I reserve the right to change
My Mind about each Fact or Fiction
I am a Golden Child,
But So again Are You!
Jesus-Allah-Krishna-Buddha-Loves You
But No Ones above you.
 
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www.Sananda.org

5) PARADISE POSTPONED

Paradise Postponed Once Again
The bird of love has flown once again
She was swept away by another broom
It blew up in an Afternoon,
BOOM!
 
Her shelter was once my shade
Her bottom lip my silk & suede
Her tender moan my serenade
Soon, I’ll have found another one
To sing to when the day is done.
 
Paradise Postponed Once Again
Beneath the moon alone once again
The voice that leaves her lips like flame
Have grown into Another Name
BOOM!
 
Her laughter was once my wine
Her memory seduced my mind
With whispers shadows leave behind
Soon,
I’ll have found another one
To sing to when the day is done
 
Paradise Postponed Once Again
The bird of love has flown again
She was swept away by another broom
It blew up in an Afternoon,
BOOM!
 
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www.Sananda.org
 

 
CREDITS:
 
ALLERGIC
Drum Programming, Percussion, Clavinet, Synthesizer, & Vocals: S.M.
Bass Guitar: Michael Bradford
Guitar: Louis Metoyer
Recorded by Michael Bradford
Mixed by Sananda & Dave Way
 

 
IT’S YOURS
Drum Programming, Percussion, Keyboards, Guitar, Bass & Vocals: S.M.
Recorded by Michael Bradford
Mixed by Sananda & Dave Way
 

 
YES YOU!
Drum Programming, Percussion, Keyboards, Guitars, Bass, & Vocals: S.M.
Guitar and Electric Sitar: Louis Metoyer
Recorded by Michael Bradford
Mixed by Sananda & Dave Way
 

 
METAMORPHEUS
Drum Programming, Synth Programming, Synthesizers, Percussion, Moog Bass & Vocals: S.M.
Recorded by Michael BradfordMixed by Sananda & Dave Way
 

 
PARADISE POSTPONED
All Keyboards (Synthesizer, Electric Piano), Percussion, Cymbals, & Vocals: S.M.
Drum Programming: Carmen Rizzo
Spoken Female Voices by Christy & Naomi from ‘At Your Discretion’
Orchestration by S.M.
Recorded by Carmen Rizzo
Mixed by Sananda & Carmen Rizzo
 
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All rights reserved
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