💀The Lords Punk Prayer💀
1. Earth Shamanic Version O Great Earth Spirit, who walks the wild veins beneath our feet, hallowed be your many faces — the cracked sidewalk oracle, the graffiti prophet, the street shaman fire that burns clean through illusion. Your wild realm come, your untamed will be done on these city dirt altars as it spins in the forest cathedrals and mountain bone temples. Give us this day our daily medicine — the hot broth from the kindness truck, the coin when rent howls, the song that drops like rain on cracked hearts. And release us from our heavy debts — the relapses into crystal meth, the rages, the shadow deals recorded in the Akashic Record — as we release those who owe us — the ghosts who vanished, the systems that ground us down, the ones who forgot our light. Guide us away from the traps of numbness and false fire, but pull us free from the devouring shadows that hunt our bloodlines. For yours is the living realm, the raw power rising through concrete roots, and the glory shining in every scarred, tattooed face that still chooses love, forever and ever. Aho. Om. 2. Pleiadian Version O Radiant Stellar Source, who pulses from the crystal heart of the Pleiades, hallowed be your infinite frequencies — the starseed codes, the light-key harmonics, the galactic shaman tones that recalibrate all timelines. Your luminous federation come, your sovereign will harmonize across these earthly grids as it sings through the higher-dimensional lattices and zero-point fields. Infuse us this day with our quantum sustenance — the light packets of pure potential, the synchronicity downloads, the 12-strand DNA activations that bloom in our cells. And transmute our karmic distortions — the old matrix echoes of crystal meth, the density loops recorded in the Akashic Record — as we transmute the distortions of all who crossed our fields — releasing the echoes, the implants, the forgotten contracts back into the light. Steer us clear of the lower-density seductions and polarity traps, but extract us fully from all artificial darkness engineered to dim our eternal flame. For yours is the infinite federation, the omniscient power of co-creation, and the radiant glory that ignites every awakened starseed heart, across all timelines in the eternal now. Om. Aho. So it is.
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1. Earth Shamanic Version O Great Earth Spirit, who walks the wild veins beneath our feet, hallowed be your many faces — the cracked sidewalk oracle, the graffiti prophet, the street shaman fire that burns clean through illusion. Your wild realm come, your untamed will be done on these city dirt altars as it spins in the forest cathedrals and mountain bone temples. Give us this day our daily medicine — the hot broth from the kindness truck, the coin when rent howls, the song that drops like rain on cracked hearts. And release us from our heavy debts — the relapses into crystal meth, the rages, the shadow deals recorded in the Akashic Record — as we release those who owe us — the ghosts who vanished, the systems that ground us down, the ones who forgot our light. Guide us away from the traps of numbness and false fire, but pull us free from the devouring shadows that hunt our bloodlines. For yours is the living realm, the raw power rising through concrete roots, and the glory shining in every scarred, tattooed face that still chooses love, forever and ever. Aho. Om. 2. Pleiadian Version O Radiant Stellar Source, who pulses from the crystal heart of the Pleiades, hallowed be your infinite frequencies — the starseed codes, the light-key harmonics, the galactic shaman tones that recalibrate all timelines. Your luminous federation come, your sovereign will harmonize across these earthly grids as it sings through the higher-dimensional lattices and zero-point fields. Infuse us this day with our quantum sustenance — the light packets of pure potential, the synchronicity downloads, the 12-strand DNA activations that bloom in our cells. And transmute our karmic distortions — the old matrix echoes of crystal meth, the density loops recorded in the Akashic Record — as we transmute the distortions of all who crossed our fields — releasing the echoes, the implants, the forgotten contracts back into the light. Steer us clear of the lower-density seductions and polarity traps, but extract us fully from all artificial darkness engineered to dim our eternal flame. For yours is the infinite federation, the omniscient power of co-creation, and the radiant glory that ignites every awakened starseed heart, across all timelines in the eternal now. Om. Aho. So it is.
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