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The book of peace that will open doors to new realities. Written in poetry form, short stories, a book of spells, bringing back old folk heroes Robin Hood and little Miss Riding Hood, along with shamans, angels, wizards and magicians. Questioning the way of life and its current state of affairs, whilst creating an opening for the reader to question their own mind and existence. The reader will be left with a personal choice as they enter a new future.

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Philosophie et théologie

Philosophy

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Publié par	Distributed by eBookpartnership
Date de parution	22 novembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781839525605
Langue	English

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First published 2022
Copyright © Christopher Thomas King Hood 2022
The right of Christopher Thomas King Hood to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the copyright holder.
Published under licence by The Self-Publishing Partnership Ltd, 10b Greenway Farm, Bath Rd, Wick, nr. Bath BS30 5RL
ISBN printed book: 978-1-83952-559-9
ISBN e-book: 978-1-83952-560-5
Cover design by Kevin Rylands
Printed and bound in the UK
This book is printed on FSC® certified paper

Writer’s note.
I dedicate these writings to all those suffering with
post-traumatic stress disorder .
Also to all the children who have been sexually abused, something I
never witnessed personally, but see as a major problem in our society .
Money from the sale of this book will be given to a child abuse service
charity and to a military and civilian PTSD based charity .
Creating awareness on these health crises is essential .
Also to my beautiful niece
Isla May .
May all who read have my love
along with great
health
wealth
and
happiness .
Author’s note
I am aware that some of my writings that you are about to read are of a gross and dark nature and might be scary and not pleasant for children to hear or read. So I declare this book to be read with parental consent.
Unfortunately some areas of our society are of a darker nature; this has been for many, many years.
Some of my stories are written in a symbolic nature and I advise to read them that way and try not to take it all too literally. I also recommend slowly reading the writings. A lot of it can be catchy with a lot of rhyming. You may find yourself trying to roll with it. Before you know it you may find yourself missing messages. So I apologise for my writing style. Remember patience is another life key to the universe.
Contents
Part 1: Awake
Part 2: The Dragon
Part 3: The Code
Part 4: The Symbol of 3
Part 1
Awake.
A brief food and exit introduction.
The emergency exit is located to the right,
eat and drink how you like,
but I suggest a healthy diet.
Sleep wherever you choose, please respect the dwelling you use.
Freedom is located inside of you.
I wish you all a pleasant journey.
Is everybody in?
Is that everybody who is ready, that’s in?
Those who await an honest destiny,
will await the next room.
Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls.
My name is
Christopher Thomas King Hood
Born Friday 3rd April 1992
on a new moon,
an astrological view.
Dimensions, directions,
alignments, assignments,
understand symbols, understand life.
You may have come to read or listen today
because you are fed up of feeling insane,
disconnected or feeling in pain,
that only reigns,
because you have dimmed your flame.
I’m here to help compassionately ignite and protect your flame.
Or you may just be curious to see what I have to say.
My words may impose on your beliefs, but let’s see what the next life
choice can be.
Allow yourself to be open and ready,
one message maybe all you need,
but please feel free to be intrigued.
Once you have met the shamans and angels.
Wizards and magicians, allow yourself to see from any position.
Awake,
remember your dreams from your sleep
strong lion,
your love is awaiting a morning kiss.
The butterfly cries, the sign of your
morning yawn
you enter the kingdom at the break of dawn,
opening the doors with a morning roar
you roam the land in guardian, with the
black jaguars.
While the females, stag on duty,
guarding the universe, with Gods prophets and noble servants.
From the evil demons,
looking to highjack and infiltrate
lost souls, for them to communicate the dragon’s code wetiko .
To highjack the planet with disinformation,
you shall find your human carnations.
They have the heart of a lion,
the psychic ability of the black jaguar.
Through your clairvoyant dreams bring them back,
to the camouflaged shack.
Where the universal ascension awaits.
We shut doors, move floors.
Leaving evil washed up on the shores,
and on empty lawns.
Divine hearing will hear the lions roar,
you will not be ignored.
Knock knock,
who’s there?
It’s you. You who?
You from the higher room.
Can you enter the room with the answer,
to set the compass, to life’s true direction.
The inception,
as the next direction,
is the ready’s ascension.
For all shall be made,
no longer chained.
Intuition drives the remainder
to the next destination.
Here and now is where we shall build.
When the compass is set
this is when we will fulfil,
direction away from the evil play.
The point of view, the clue from the room.
Life’s dedication is for your spirit’s intuition.
To direct yourself and others to a truthful transition.
They are here, they are here
the angels cheered.
Love had finally arrived no longer deprived,
breaking through the old, shelled life,
no longer blaming the games they played
in the school of pain.
Just more aware of the threat,
of the dragon’s scare.
That can only reign if you give it gain.
Fear is the name of its game.
‘Alive,’ they cry
with their head held high.
The dragon’s empire
left shy.
Aura from Pandora
instructions from Zeus,
pleaded by Hephaestus,
feelings of emotional need,
the aura sours.
Luminous powers, highjacked by cowards,
night turns to day,
original encounters, patterns align us,
headlines top and tail in the news.
Who will Pegasus choose
for the ascension from Osiris?
Zeus and Hera brother and sister Adam and Eve
were they all a story of greed
so the serpent can feed?
Hello little Miss Riding Hood.
Today at the crossroads the shaman will have a play for you.
The spirits of the black jaguars show infinite possibilities, they judge
a scenario for what it is, not what happens.
They will give you the energy to face your fear.
Spending enough time looking through the shaman’s eyes, of all
past lives,
listing to the earth’s hurt in words,
will help you, to take a look inside your root chakra,
that is a concern to the spirit of the big bad dragon its feeding
vessel, that you allow inside, that is keeping you grounded from
feeling love outside.
Stopping you listening to your heart’s real tune, there is no need to
fear for at the crossroads I am here.
Although it may not seem fair,
feel me,
and you won’t feel scared.
But it’s for you to ignite your energetic flair,
to understand yourself and your next big step, and to let go of your
personal neglect.
Speak to your brother Robin,
for he has the keys, to decode your dreams.
The king of thieves,
with the diamond rings
whose heart beats, with only good deeds.
He will steal the hearts of those
who live in malicious greed,
if you show him the bad deeds.
To allow your path,
to be spite free.
Remember, the black cats judge a scenario for what it is,
not what happens.
And not all dragons are bad and
the shaman will always have your back.
Red robin flying high,
descending from the clear blue sky,
settling down on the earthly ground.
The moon to the left, the sun to the right,
no cloud in sight, he whistles a song,
you know everything will be alright.
The red robin appears, when loved ones are near,
bringing comfort you lose all fear.
We have shed many tears
no longer holding back the years,
thank you, red robin
your vibration
gives a vision so clear.
Hearing his song
you know good fortune is near,
loved ones reappear.
The power of ‘and’ detaches all fear,
with the moral compass set to truth
the red robin’s vibration you hear.
Love always appears,
with a vision so clear.
The witch, the shed, the dreadlocked wizard
with a tropical iguana pet lizard.
The witch is a light worker though born of dark servants,
she came to light, in her darkest of nights.
At the forefront of a human sacrifice tied to the ark of the covenant,
she desperately pleaded for her dark master’s abolishment,
she called for the light to enter her acknowledgement.
Lightning struck, crispy duck her dark masters became.
In came the hologram of the dreadlocked wizard,
multiple faces of previous prophets with the powers of the forgotten
God.
They escaped the rape and went forward in time,
to a new date,
to revaluate her pain,
she came around, now very in tune with sound.
She can listen to your pulse and tell you what is false.
Help remove any built-up revolt
enlightening you to,
vibrate on love’s tune.
Her dwelling a shed, with the entrance of gracious golden palm
trees
either side of salon doors,
she awaits to read your paws.
Do you want to be a winner?
You don’t wake up and eat your dinner,
unless in prison for being a sinner.
The only way the goanna will be a winner
is releasing the thoughts of the inner lying sinner.
Bring forward the honourable gorilla,
time to look at yourself and configure,
your faith to the family who you second consider,
to pursue your own pleasures.
An honest graft for food
bring about a safe,
peaceful place to snooze,
be protection from deception
being the honest gorilla, you will always be
the family’s winner.
If the money is funny
then the change will be strange.
Lying soaked in a rowdy
bacchanalian affair,
drunk in ignorance
calling on the Gods on a false hope.
For what is felt,
that has been lost,
an anxiety of self-mistrust.
Dishonesty puts the soul in jeopardy.
Darkness is a place filled with greed,
to control another soul
the selfish beg to plead.
The misdemeanour
is as big or as small as you want,
when no light in the heart is shown.
But who outside of you,
is watching your defiant show?
The taxi drivers,
hated the country they lived,
but loved the coin, the b