**(Title: The Inner Grid)**
**(Verse 1)**
I lift my focus six inches high, to the light above my crown,
Where the **Soul Star** hovers like a sun, never looking down.
I speak the code of the Great White Brotherhood to activate the site,
**"I am the Soul, I am the Light Divine,"** reclaiming all my might.
"I am Love, I am Will, I am Fixed Design" is the rhythm I now flow,
Signaling my Higher Self to take the lead and let the spirit grow.
This is the maintenance of the **multi-dimensional self**, the way I stay clear,
Moving through the frequencies of the **Soul House**, leaving behind the fear.
**(Chorus)**
I drop an **electrical line** from the base of my spine,
Stapling my awareness to the Earth's heart center line.
Wrapped in a **magnetic coil**, the **Grounding Cord** is on,
Siphoning off the heavy thoughts until the discordant noise is gone.
From the **Source Star** to the **Earthstar** one foot below the clay,
I’m anchored in my center, maintaining my frequency through the day.
**(Verse 2)**
The world is noisy, full of **psychic debris** and labels that don't belong,
But I’ve got a **trapdoor** in my subconscious to keep my vibration strong.
I visualize the **suboptimal energy**, the gunk and the emotional rain,
Flushing it down the cord like a waterfall, watching it go down the drain.
I don’t name the symptoms or the story; I just **take it to the body** instead,
Integrating the charge in the core, rather than living inside my head.
I use the **"Rose"** to define my space, a buffer at the edge of my field,
With one eye on the inside, I am the creator, and to no victimhood I yield.
**(Bridge)**
It’s a **Four-Body system** dance—Physical, Mental, Astral, and Light,
Requiring a daily tune-up to keep the **vertical channel** running bright.
I **zip up my chakras** with a sweep of the hand from the base to the top,
Opening the lotus petals of the **Crown**, where the divine infusions never stop.
I am the **one behind the eyes**, the observer in the quiet void,
Where the **vicious cycles** of the ego are finally dismantled and destroyed.
**(Chorus)**
I drop an **electrical line** from the base of my spine,
Stapling my awareness to the Earth's heart center line.
Wrapped in a **magnetic coil**, the **Grounding Cord** is on,
Siphoning off the heavy thoughts until the discordant noise is gone.
From the **Source Star** to the **Earthstar** one foot below the clay,
I’m anchored in my center, maintaining my frequency through the day.
**(Outro)**
**"I AM gro