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Saturday, July 19, 2014

Free Write

Lavender Festival in the rain
computer trying to climb over partitions and I realise that my whole matrix of programming into this reality consists of partitions and waves or the lack of waves.
Frequency currency frequency
partition. shortness of breath
believing the lie, I become sucked up by the cyclone of deceptive thought.
Fear infused frequency becomes the partition that blocks the higher frequency and form a limited play list. Our thoughts bring like thoughts from the collective. wounded all. Zombies hit a nerve of truth. We see what we have become spirals and shreds it may be the only way out I am hoping for the higher foot fall but our thinking remains in the sands of lies. What way out can I imagine besides the fall, which today feels immanent because of dastardly deeds being ignored. The partition of denial..

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

thank you Mitch!

dumb de dumb dumb Dah! this guy Botticelli,is physically and mentally repressed

Monday, June 30, 2014

todays inventory indicates about six to a block

Six spooks, so I will be clear, I am not including the child. Me, paranoid? I laugh. I mean really?
Think about it, three thousand dollars or even five thousand dollars of back taxes does not justify that many people taking pictures watching every move of certain people. What are they volunteers? I mean really. I need a camera.
I bet you know what I'd say, if it wasn't so rude.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Thursday, May 29, 2014


song upon waking

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Pacing the Cage

Bruce Cockburn

Lost Train Blues Woody Guthrie

Friday, May 23, 2014

S. Temple

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Oh Brother

The things they do for profit...from constant weather modification that is also designed to hide certain aircraft as they fly over to the drugs they give to our elders laced with aluminium, titanium dioxide, blah blah...
In the long run,
the wages of cruelty is more cruelty you think you are rich sitting on gold planning dastardly deeds, you die with nothing but a hollow soul.

Friday, May 2, 2014

Clearing my Craw

Free write May 2nd 2014
Things that drive me to distraction:
*Constant Weather Modification
*Oil sheen on my pond
*War for Profit
*Pharmaceuticals having a hold on you
And you and you and you
*TV “programs” programming us (obvious name)
*Subliminal Programming embedded in media
*Sneak and peaks done by unethical contractors In homes around the country.
*NeoCons (or people who are sociopaths who are in positions of power), wanting to control all things to their profit and Winding up destroying the Balance of Life. A corporation created in a Monsanto blueprint of mental illness is thriving, when it should be given the Death Penalty for killing people with malice and glee using aerosol administration in Syria and throughout the globe.
Terrorism, without the glitz, an offshoot of the Nazi’s DHARPA big and heartless presence, always ready for the spoils of destruction.
Quietly targeting hits on people who are categorized as threats to the ‘HOMELAND’ COG when /IF(!) it comes down- Using Poisoning, microwaves, auto accidents and unexplained deaths and ‘suicides’.
**Drugging youth with pharmaceuticals that side effects are violent outbreaks.
*GPS tracking on my car
*People who have no conscience, and act like they are possessed by demonic forces and they call their demon 'Jesus’. ( ….“Many shall say ‘Lord, Lord’ and I say I know them not” a quote by Jesus).
+Alzheimer’s a billion dollar market “So what if there is aluminum in our weather modification formulas we’ll make a ‘Killing’ with our drugs that they'll 'need'.”

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

New Moon - yehaw-

Attempts to solutions instead of bashing my head against the global problem of constant weather manipulation and the drugging of Americans so that the promoters of disaster capitalism (ie neo-CONS) have their way with the rest of us (as in life as we know it) on planet Earth.

The glitch that I see is that We do not give our permission on a conscious level. The main question is "Do We choose not to see?", thus choosing to abdicate our responsibility? Poison coolant is a constant now in the spring. Brown metallic haze eating at our brains? Oh well, here's to us waking up soon. cheers.

I have been studying some of the tests that the FDA uses to OK the drugs that are pushed onto the elderly in the USA.
Scientific method and accountability is totally lacking ie monkeys first given phenobarbatal before giving the 'SINEMET' for Parkinson induced monkeys, thus reducing tremors.
I would always recommend an herbal protocol ( teas and tinctures of rosemary, thyme, ginko, tumeric, garlic, cleavers,cannabis, sage and an addition of healthy oils, ghee, fruits and vegetables etc, before giving these recommended drugs prescribed by Medical Doctors (ie the pusher man who works for the pharmaceuticals) who are making 'a killing' the American way.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Please Sir(s)

Please Sir,

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.

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


What new thing can I think today?
Turning away
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


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.
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


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

evil fighting evil

"Always remember that God is stronger than evil."about 25 minutes in

Fifth Element clip

Saturday, February 22, 2014


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



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

"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?


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

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


coolant application at edge of cloudline
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


 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