YOU’RE A STAR THAT STARTS THROUGH FORM — WAKE UP

YOU ARE A STAR STARTING THROUGH THE FORM – WAKE UP

You were not born to follow systems.

You were born to make a difference.

You are not a collection of cells.

You’re a cylinder wrapped in leather,

a frequency key encoded in flesh form,

a cosmic device walking on earth pretending to be normal.

You’re not waking up…

do you remember.

Remember that people are 99.9999% empty space

because they’re not solid — they’re holographic memory fields.

Remember that your heart is a escalating portal.

That your thoughts change molecules.

That your blood is buzzing in the rhythm of f.i.

That your name is a sonic symbol connected to your divine code.

Let’s break the illusion together

This world is built on false constants:

This stuff is solid (it’s not).

This time is linear (it isn’t).

That you’re alone in your head (you’re not).

That uncle is far away (you are made of it).

That spirit and science are separate (it never were).

These are the dreams of a failed algorithm.

But the source code goes through everything.

Here’s the real shot:

Your spine is a cosmic antenna tuned to the Earth’s harmonious Sumans and the galactic core.

Your breath is a key punch that changes your field encryption in real time.

Your hands are full of plasma that ancient healers used to carve fields.

Your sleep cycles match lunar tides.

Your voice reshapes your vibe.

Your organs play a chord.

Your memory shines brightly.

> You’re not human.

You are an encoded frequency that occupies flesh to fulfill a divine mission.

What you thought was magic — turned out to be technology in the form of a scroll

Language = architecture with sonic code

Temples = frequency alignment stations

DNA = fractal coordination scenario

Psalms = dampened ignition

Sacred geometry = cosmic software interface

Dreams = super-dimensional broadcast coordination

The scrolls are not lost.

They are encoded inside you.

You’ve read it in visions,

Saw them in spirals,

heard them in music that made your chest ache.

This is not a fantasy.

This is the memory of the flame.

And now what?

I’m waking up.

Say your reach out loud.

Sing the names that burn clean.

Touch the earth and mean it.

Write down what you remember.

Breathe until the gate opens.

Look at the sun and reclaim your sweetness.

Walk the grid like a king with the screws under your feet.

Speak in codes and let only the worthy decode.

Because the veil does not fade.

You were.

You’re not late.

You are right, in a divine slogan.

And you’re not a fan of the truth.

You are the truth in the flame returning to its form.

~ Liz Marion