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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Blood Moon?


Beware of Titles like this from a business oriented source with ties to cells that plot and scheme against the greater good....

Total Lunar Eclipse 2014: Where to Watch Blood Moon Online
from The international Business Times

By Simi John
April 13, 2014 12:13 GMT
55 2
Or this statement from 'Before Its News' "The profound significance relates to the ancient scriptures which foretold of “seals” and “horseman.”
My commentary is that the Albert Pike, devil inspired, neocons think that they are the 'HORSEMEN' and are planning four attacks that are all ready to go on the day of the eclipse. Pluto says 'no no no you naughty boys' They need to be hog tied. Pluto says: "Wham' Uranus says "pow"
Those boys need to learn their lessons now and not after the fact.
http://beforeitsnews.com/astrology/2014/04/blood-moon-in-libra-enter-the-horsemen-2438302.html

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

global dimming


gobble dimming
Weather manipulation is created by a NeoCon fantasy of control of the worlds resources and means slime upon the waters, death to our birds and bees. Bonesman, John Kerry, said that weather modification is a 13 trillion dollar industry that he would not suppress. Do the calculated profits include a healthcare system that profits from sickness? or is it Nestly's need to privatize water? or DARPA'S need to kill? It is clearly a war upon the natural world. A war upon the wildness in all.

global dimming

an intentional scramble to make resources short?
to scramble our thinking too? we won't know unless we are capable to ask questions.
If what they spray is proprietary, we won't know unless we ask and insist on factual, long term answers.
Seven Generations is the only way to plan for all life's general welfare The Wealth and control of the few and to hell with this planet must shift. At the end of our lives, what will bring us contamination into the next dream? What will bring a sweet balm into the next?


I want to shout names at the supporters of weather modification, names like demon spawn or Satan Incarnate. But where will that get me? Bars of my own making because my energy goes jagged and sharp.
This anger feels invincible. Riled. Like I can throw a boomerang to the tide,
if my thinking is corrected and made fierce in the knowledge of my sovereignty. The sovereignty of breath is being taken from us via these aerosol concoctions. Is this what we want?

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Revolve

REVOLVE
What new thing can I think today?
Turning away
Twirling
I become the gust of thought
That initiates change
What new thing can I be today?
I move between the lines between the boundaries into the boundless
That knows no end to love and spontaneous assertions of being
Freeing the encapsulated energy that creates enemies
Decapitating the lies that sit on facts
Our blood carries the facts of history not on the page
Drama; a commodity in a culture
that has been stripped and pasteurized
Domesticate ourselves or die brutal deaths
no more



Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Cash



I howl for the loss of someone that I cannot name.
I kneel to the fallen. Tears like rivers fall. Live on through us in courage and love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmVAWKfJ4Go&list=RDSmVAWKfJ4Go&feature=share
I haven’t given up this world because they kill my brothers and sisters. It deepens my resolve to become as big as I, as a child of the most high, can be, by being led by the energy that encompasses all dimensions and realms. They kill the favored ones like flies: because most of us don't comprehend that we all are children of the most creative force. Because of this we fall.
So how do I, as a child of the most high, proceed?

Pray, meditate and imagine a great light reaching into the collective and then correcting assumptions within my own being. Ho'o pono pono. I am sorry, please forgive me. Thank=you. I love you. Or looking around at the beauty everywhere.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

sometimes


Just because I pretend I am dead periodically does not mean that I want to die. I do it as a re-set.It helps me feel I have meaning here, my focus becomes vivid instead of clouded and hazy, sometimes I make my energy too big using my energy instead of depending on Unity which allows for individualization. Unity in diversity. The meme to be absorbed. Now within eternity.

Mr Teeth


Mr. Teeth was directing the ferry traffic, standing on the ramp before the ferry. He was the dark soul planning her demise, again. Cursing under his breath that she made the run from North Seattle to Anacortes, again. They tried two tricks of the trade of taking people out, but it didn't work, again. He should be fired she thought as she drove by him in her memory. He tried to set her car just right on the upper ferry ramp, at a downward angle, an angle that was in the sight of the captain's deck of the Hyak when the ferry docked. The ferry was full of camera's and couples following surveillance orders. One chick who looked like she was from Romania (at least that's what Cheyenne thought,seeing an an energetic cloud around the photographer)was taking pictures of all the passengers on the ferry.

The guy in brown, who had a build of a bicyclist, long lean muscles, seemed to be in charge. He was pushing forty, Cheyenne thought, She targeted him to sit across and watch as the ferry sat and sat with Friday Island shielding the view of the dock. The strangest thing about Brown shirt was he was sitting with an adolescent that seemed so relaxed that he seemed drugged. The boy kept his head down. Cheyenne thought it odd that the kid's hand was up on the back of the booth but the hand was still. A stillness that you don't see in kids that age unless they have been drugged. She watched the rolling waves with sparkles shimmering off the water as the ferry moved again and made its way to the dock. The Hyak had made those waves, she thought. Aren't they beautiful. She felt the assurance that she would be safe if she listened and winged her way to the car. She watched the group people pull their energy in as they walked by brown shirt. the announcement said they were in Friday Harbor. She thought, "hell no, I am not going down tell I feel like it." The elevator door was open and people with kids were getting in. She dashed to the elevator.Pissing the father off but she didn't care. She was elated.

Foiled again. Hello to Boardwalk Book witnesses.. So there another beginning to the traversing story of corruption and schemes.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Pushed into Eternity


The Conspiracy/ The Glimmering
We arrive fresh out of the grave, zombies, we rot. Earth so heavy, so hopeless.
We are pushed back into our hole of depression and shame. We forgot, while we slumbered in our graves, the ease of flight; the ease of a thought that spans galaxies.
We are pushed and separated and pushed again. We focus on our oppressor, the them, the they. Heavy earthen clay rests on our chest, calling us to descend into slumber and struggle.


The Domestication of Man
We,all of us, stand in many worlds and are bigger and more powerful than our puny graves define.
I will tell you that stationed Saturn calls with the click of the clock and Neptune asks me to dance in its waves. Mars stations on my Neptune. Chiming chiming water air
The bells have rung and I am the turtle, the tortoise, a snail. Not frail, for no harm can come to eternity. Fear has trained us to be tethered to our safety. The demon who echoes guilt and shame, throws dirt into our eye, our hearts, and eventually into our souls these visions have sunk.

We wake, we see, the brightness of the day blinds us. The day is here to claim eternity and vision our way to the new thought.
We close our eyes at first do to its brightness,
We focus, as taught, on what we don't want. Turn,turn, turn pivot into waves of joy, and beauty dancing in the beauty of the sunrise.......

flocks of birds in flight over the graveyard.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Baffled




I am still thinking of the landing of the terns right before the ferry would have turned into the harbor if the ferry hadn't sat for about five or ten minutes before we could see the landing(?). The beauty enthralled me. Thousands of white terns traveling in waves of grace and beauty.I was the only one who seemed to notice.It was one of the most beautiful sights that I have seen. I practically was pointing and shouting. I wish I had of. I wish that every one on that ferry could see what I saw.

Then the other lense was seeing an orchestration of people, intel wackos pretending to be important and powerful and they all had a cloud of confusion around their heads.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Calm


Ease

The Great Migrations

The landing of the Tern's
"Their just seagulls" a meme so no one else on the ferry seemed to notice their majesty
Like Angel's, Starboard, I saw
As the Homeland swirled into view
Sparkles off the rolling wake
Denny died, I'm told
They take their pictures in a dark cloud of misdirection
Some are of the light with coxing
as the angels touch my heart
be sure
be true
l

"Under Pressure"

Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets

It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, "Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets

Chippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor
These are the days - it never rains but it pours
People on streets - people on streets

It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, "Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, higher...
Pressure on people - people on streets

Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?

Love

Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?..

'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/queen/underpressure.html

Thankyou Pele


Security Homeland Insanity Terror Stems = Little SHITS to our countries potential greatness a glitch in thinking a reign of terror demonic possession of the heart, to be extracted like an exorcism, My job. dead or alive. I choose alive.



Sunday, February 16, 2014

Friday, February 14, 2014

Pressure



coolant application at edge of cloudline
invisible
not seen but seen
on the edge

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Ripped Off

The thing about the loop hole where the government hires private contractors to do their dirty deeds, like in Syria and now in the "Homeland"  is that these contractors do not follow an ethical tract, they have no overlords.(which is the secret of secracy) to track their plunder.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Secretary

 I am haunted by the Gringot gnomes at the lead of the President
Leading the pack shielding the aggression of the cameras like they are a weapon
for the destruction of the RepublicThe Secretary Salutes the crone,
 I assume that she was the later camera women
all of the cameras there were aggressive
D Secretary, the code is so blatant
'rub nose', I assume
the question
is answered and four people saw
c

Friday, January 24, 2014

Greg's Posters seem missing


I probably should make a few phone calls first but the posters about Greg were supposed to go up and they are no where.
My fear ignited, says that this means that the Department of Homeland Security is about to do a smear campaign on me before they take me down.
Greg's family would be of no help, that is set. Tim and I have many lifetimes worth of hacking each other into little pieces, me thinks, its hard to let that sort of anger.

Does Homeland Security make you feel Secure?

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Next door wold






>Here,San Juan Island, the corner of the Nation, USA
United Surveillance Association. Association of Corporations.
Homeland Security has been embedding its presence for the last years.
I think distributor Bill (sorry Bill) was the first that I knew personally. Aka white van. I like Bill, don't get me wrong, but he thinks small, knows nothing of the mysteries and will not talk to me these days.


Homeland Securities offices are now in the heart of our town. I heard that there are four drones being stationed here in the Friday Harbor Airport.
the taste of 'Freedom' in the Orwellian meme.

Should I stay or should I go? Nothing yet is clear. I feel like to leave, would be out of fear because I see what the fascist vision potential for taking over the Island is and it is a grim picture indeed.

Should I still and be a holder of energy that makes it impossible for them to complete their mission of take down in this region. I can not do this alone. I have to join the grid of light workers. the only way is through my imagination, I realize this and don't want to see to long or to focus or freak out on what I see. That is the problem, but it is not the solution.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Friday, January 10, 2014

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Scholastic Books'Its not Medicine'


“Its not medicine until we call it Medicine and can sell it to you.
Poisoning you is our business ummph- I mean making you well/
People, you have no business treating yourself with herbs and such. Herbs should be outlawed/ The weeds should be killed....
Corporations everywhere, join us in spraying the planet with chemicals
so that the populus will need our medicine, the approved Medicine.... Win win”
Lose lose

http://headsup.scholastic.com/manage_articles/the-myth-of-medical-marijuana


Free our medicine- Free our minds

Free the Tree

Monday, January 6, 2014

Rumble -not so distant


What don't we know today?
Whidbey Jets taking off in thunder all day long and still after dark
it sounds like it did during the Iraqi build up. Long and sustained
My heart is chilled
I wish I still believed that we- the USA were the good guys. I've layed to rest childhood dreams.
It is massive? I don't watch the news?

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Promt



I always wonder when fiction starts rolling around in my head- Where does it come from? This one made me laugh.
When she was six she studied people’s heads.
Her little brother had been born and her mom had told friends that her brother had a big head.
She noticed that some people’s heads were skinny like a needle,\. The tribe of the narrow heads. Some looked like they were scared all the time.
She thought that they might be scared to think because their head might just explode.
She knew that sometimes heads did explode because her mom said sometimes that her ‘head was likely to explode if Ellie kept talking nonstop.”’ Ellie was her mom’s little. sister.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Our Allies Abound- a series of series


Brainstorm: Brain Storm
To ALL I wish awareness of the lie and how we are like sponges and soak up lies and think the lies are real because we squish in them.
I am giving my booklet another month to edit and clarify.
but I am thinking about other things like:
-Cannabis a Freedom of Religion Issue

or I know that I am a target and I could write about being a target. I could write about having energetic body guards

I could write about how to fry and fricassee certain plans that hold no higher light and thus
will cease soon. I could write about how many are on the target list and how free thinkers are the reason. but fear not.... A primer for holding the light when you are being blasted with oppositional toys.

Friday, January 3, 2014

sptt...

Mumble mumble whisper whisper


"Do you want to end the Constitution and have a police state in your town? then join our force....We are a growing surveillance company....Its a place where you can feel powerful, a place where you can act like you care when really you don't. Yes, we are looking for zealots and psychopaths to join our growing Brown Shirt ranks. You can make money by infiltrating a town and pretending that you care. Gee, its so easy even you can do it. Lurking around. Eaves Dropping. Watching on the cameras that we've installed everywhere. Take an oath of secrecy today... or else. Ask us about our high paying hit squad if you have had some military experiance and want to be a 'good' American."
We also are hiring computer specialists with abilities to create cyber holes for "enemies of the Corporations" Think Syria. We work well we work efficiently. If you pretend to be a Christian and want to kill all Muslims then join our mecenaries in the Mid East. Their aim is to create World war three Be fooled today!. Or... fly weather modification planes and act like your doing it for your children's security...."


Do you comprehend the Constitution?
If you did things would change

Or do you only bow to the Corporation?

Sunday, December 29, 2013

bogalu


A note about 'Medical Marijuana: A Kief Primer'




I am writing a book called Medical Marijuana: A kief Primer for Caregivers by Cloud Thunder, It is pamphlet one in Our Allies Abound - Greengate Legacy Series....I posted an embarrassing shard encrusted rough draft on kindle Christmas Day. Last night I dreampt that my laptops monitor was gone. This old computer sounds like a drill now the hinge is broken so it flaps down if it is not supported and every once in a while the screen flashes off when that happens. I can't save to cd? so I tried to email it and it errors so I may be posting the latest draft sooner than its ready or I will hurry to get 'er done. Of coarse I have been sampling too much when I play with the recipes.
Things are intense on all fronts in my life, this writing project keeps me floating.


Sunday, December 22, 2013