To be Frank; The Dark Arts is all in a Day's WORK... END OF DAYS WORK. | @michaeldecon - (EP99 Robert Bruce)

in tobefrank •  7 years ago 

FRANKLY, this is one of the most informative episodes of END OF DAYS with @michaeldecon.

Psychic Self Defense, Fallout, Astral Projection, Demonic Possession
Michael's guest, Robert Bruce has helped thousands of people around the world— who are just like you —learn to enliven their psychic powers and explore their mysticism, through his books, seminars, and his Astral Dynamics Website.

The first hour and a half of this interview is an exceptional, information packed review of the very prolific Robert Bruce and his experience with the "Dark Arts." later, at the 1:29:17 mark, @michaeldecon reintroduces us to HIS WORK and riffs about other Programs for the rest of the show. QUITE Entertaining and Enlightening!


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Leave your egos at the door and keep your mind open to all possibilities. ~ACTiON

Continue on to The Cryptographic Novel...

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Was 007 james bond or jim's bong? Realization that ego is just allright with me is a big step into the crypto-fiction genre taking on the science fiction genre. The battle is not with the religios genre, but within ourselves.

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Lenny and Bruce ought to be talking too... Robert Bruce.

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Ten Ten
Ten, Ten the Bible Ten Zachariah walk Fox Hill again Ten, Ten the Bible Ten Sammy Swain walk ‘pon hill again
I left Nassan with a premonition This love was an ill-fated expedition I should have learned from the tales you tell ‘Cause your love is as dry as Spanish Wells
Am I drifting across your heart Lost and drifting across your heart And your face is a mess
Ten, Ten the Bible Ten Zachariah walk Fox Hill again Ten, Ten the Bible Ten Sammy Swain walk ‘pon hill again
I pride myself on a sense of direction But here I am lost in Austin, Texas Menthol cigarette tastes like cocaine Waltz me right back down to Port of Spain
Am I drifting across your heart Lost and drifting across your heart And your face is a mess
All the way down to Bailey’s Bay Fish and taters every day All the way to Tucker’s Town Chew on the whale and you blow the horn All the way to Spanish Point Half a gill and half a pint All the way down to Paget side Nothing down there but foolish pride
Rebel in the morning, rebel in the evening