Raphael Remembers

Raphael’s Rememberance

So it is here that I tell my story
Putting down the facts in a drama of glory
Enough stress and strain
To let the weakest feel my pain
And enough of the reality of illusion
In order to invade the collective delusion

Here I come boldly declaring
My life is one that is worth sharing
And in all the forms I see as I trod
This winepress called earth I see God
Treading this path to the throne of Jah
I follow His footprints, His persona

I am here seemingly all of a sudden
What is the plot I seem to have forgotten?
All of my clothes tell me I am a soldier
All of my weapons are limited and older
Than I think they are suppose to be
If a soldier where is my army

Camouflaged apparently there is a war
Peering out a window I suddenly learn more
What we have feared as humans has come
The aliens have landed and we are on the run
More of us are aware of the scenario
All of the major points we already know

They have come not to kill but to enslave
They capture humans with human aids
They are promising a life of prosperity and position
They are appealing to our greed and need of recognition
They are enforcing a class society of human like proportions
Very much like our own social structure they enforce regulations

But ultimately it is not for us they toil
They plow us under like fertilizer for the soil
Of their own design for their own beneficence
They want us to forget that we need not their license
To be, to exist, to remember that we are Children of the Unknown
That we are here in form to overcome limits and to return to our Home





They would erase the glorious truth of our Story
They would eradicate all the facts of our former glory
They would cut out the tongues of those who like I
Are storytellers, the keepers of Truths that cannot lie
For we are light bearers, in this pervading social darkness
I am among those who would defy the un-rightness

So every one I come into contact with may be an agent
Working for humanity’s continued enslavement
Truthfully I have never actually seen these alien leaders
But I have felt their gloom and seen their human breeders
For a time I was captured and my mind was conditioned
To live in their false world and teach their submission

Yet all the status and their mind numbing apparatus
That was used to fool me while they schooled me
Held not the fullness of light and truth and power
So in their false light I discerned a darkness that did cower
And I saw that there was something greater to be feared
The Father of all Lights the One who put me here

I started to be one with the message given in creation
That there is an AT-ONE-Ment enforced that gives liberation
To all those who think that there is nothing but our thoughts
That have been force-fed us ever since we have been caught
There is more to this life than what is seen as sensory objects
This is why I run with outdated guns seeking not to forget


That there is a story and I must tell it at every opportunity
There is a whole other world inside both you and me
The kingdom of the Unseen comes not with outward show
But look in my eyes, feel the power in my words, and you will know
Step out of your limiting socio-drama onto this cosmic stage
Close your eyes, shut up your sensory intake, become a blank page

Start to hear the story and dutifully, faithfully write it down
The story of your TRUE self created before the dust of the ground
You are not an object, you are not your form, you are not your face
The fact is your eyes have never seen it, only for reflections’ sake
Your ears have never heard your voice; this is why you now have a choice
Your hands have never touched your true, image it only touched death
The closest object to who you are is that unseen thing we call Breath



So I try to conclude for I must move again
Mentally they a have a hold on me called pain
But even that can be turned into an awakening
All pain reminds me to resist the darkening
So I must reawake unnumbered times a day
This is why this story I must continually convey

He, the Messiah, has put a new song in my heart
A new melody in my lips that speaks of my part
In this Controversy between jealous envy and contented bliss
I am told to exercise my rightful original authority over all this
So I tread in this winepress, this truth to confess
Hoping ever to redress humanity’s lack of situational awareness

Duane Raphael Smith 2/18/2008