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Friday, September 28, 2012

grow up USA


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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Jubilee



I find it extremely interesting that the Jubilee Years have been conveniently forgotten by the Modern Jew. Along with true atonement.

Eve of Yom Kipper - the Day Of Attonement

Monday, September 24, 2012

E pluribus unum


The battle



see - in the clouds-
not far away.-they spar
the champion's wounds bound and tended
infection waits to quietly spread

We the Archers have needed to draw back to the cliffs
to bind and mend the slaughter that was to take place
Our wounds blaze a trail
as the sun peeks over the horizon
warming the sacrificial alter
the sands of Persia
sacred to all

the alchemist
the herbalist
the priest - true of heart-
search for the cure

E pluribus unum

Sunday, September 23, 2012

the dance of the Equinox


forces: the sorting begins
sacred forces unify.


the other divides

life seen as resource

scratching to the top
of a heap of garbage and retch
the emptiness of their glee
the iciness of the heart
wounds - yes

but come now it is time to choose
No victims any more.


Saturday, September 22, 2012

Thy Will





The colliding forces
Letting go of the separation, I cry
My heart breaks from its fractured core
the light barely peeks over the debris

so I have to disconnect from your world
to free you to step into your destiny of your power
the victims bow as the villains bow and leave the stage

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Life










Tuesday, September 18, 2012

the Monn the Moon


How thick it got
the toxic soup of anger mixed with immense loss
Don't know what I'm fighting for or who.
Is it me who only cares about the inheritance- as I am accused- or is it the Cad of a man?
Little man who steals and cheats and prays at every meal- I want to say preys at every meal. Sad situation to have to turn my energetic field away from. It breaks my heart.

Justice for all.

Monday, September 17, 2012

drama



Sunday, September 16, 2012

carolyn kae


Days and days went by and they haven't spokne. Only when Ella meditated did she feel a connection . Then she found herself screaming warnings and spitting hate towards 'that man', who shall be named Rat Bastard. He is proud to betray, he justifies it as payment for a job. He pretends to Love. Hw prays to money at every meal. Carolyn's heart has been diminished by his smallness. She fears and he loves it. He is getting his way by separating her from her Loved Ones./ Carolyn is programmed to behave. She lives in her small egoistic self eating Rat Bastards narration day in. Day Out.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Afn gonif brennt das hittel


Preparation for the new year

Monday, September 10, 2012

wjb 'none of my business'




WORMTONGUE HAS Always been a snivelling character, so constant in the melody of drama and story. Betrayal- the wicked step mother in all women the wicked step father who is no father to me- smiting the family, alienating all. ---bad juju-- momma under a spell.

the outcast- casting out. with sorrow. wormtongue in his shrivelled world left to regret his ways. deeply cast in all our hearts - being deceived, when you already

felt it. Ignoring the peck of intuition. business

Sunday, September 9, 2012

i GOT A CHIAIR IN FRONT OF ME






actually two - Joe I hope all is well. something happened. and my imagination takes off ahead of everything, how are you and your family? It is like anything is a target. That is why I remind you- you brothers to remember how to build the city. Not out of lies or myths but out of the hard truth broken out in gentle chunks. YOu will be protected if you feel the support that you have. We all thirst for the truth and get confused ( and malleable) when fed on lies. Is that what you want? a Zombie nation? or one alive and shining and real, not a myth or fable but anchored mystical light
the new city structure can be built in our minds, with our minds in conjunction with our hearts. New Jerusalem is not built by a fabricated war. That war will serve no one but the Merchants who by creation of that war are cast back into the jaws of hell. The deception can go on no longer. From now on - we choose to be deceived - and by that choice we make an alliance with the lie which serves no one..

Revelations

Chapter 223 And the light of a candle shall shine no more at all in thee; and the voice of the bridegroom and of the bride shall be heard no more at all in thee: for thy merchants were the great men of the earth; for by thy sorceries were all nations deceived.
24 And in her was found the blood of prophets, and of saints, and of all that were slain upon the earth.

Chapter Twenty
And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.
13 And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works.
14 And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.
15 And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire.


Chapter twenty-one

24 And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it: and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it.
25 And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day: for there shall be no night there.
26 And they shall bring the glory and honour of the nations into it.
27 And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie: but they which are written in the Lamb's book of life.

Chapter twenty two

1 ¶ And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.
2 In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
3 And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him:

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Ober mi ead


http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/fri-september-7-2012

The Day
some times I wouldn't mind it
I don't chose to be a martyr- though
been there done that
when I ponder the immensity of the implications
me running off my mouth
forgetting the darkness of their schemes
I feel alone with no support
or understanding. I see differently than most
I see sometimes but I don't always listen and that is where I need strengthening
p so I form archetypal partnerships- which makes navigating this density relationships and upkeep foggy -

Little Piggies








http://www.rove.com/


Friday, September 7, 2012

Thursday, September 6, 2012

fact check


Myths verses fact

Did he dodge something at the end? What happened? are they going to use something out of Men in Black that they flash at everyone who saw? Was Joe drunk? (I'm just saying)it probably helps him to spout his myths. 911 bin lauden, killing of Osama when he was already in the grave? I still want to scream insanely when I am lied to , when they want to portray themselves as golden honest boys - honest like Bush? Health care reform would mean dismantle the companies that are huge and parasiticle that are intentionally poisoning us, banks that are banking on our starvation, privatised prisons that are drooling for a violent revolution. I am glad the convention seems to have dodged a bullet (0r something)

4:05 am morning after the convention
review
I feel like I live in an alternate universe - seeing things that few others notice.
Obama's dive at the last photo op before exiting the TIME WARNER STADIUM, at the end of the convention, Some people in the crowd sobbing and looking shocked,

It looks like there was some suppression of Michelle Obama's speech on youtube. Why is youtube the only platform that we go to ? There was yelling in the background at the convention, it reminded me of Bush's USA chant to drown out protesters. there is some youtube editing...they pulled speeches because of supposed copyright laws - i mean information suppression. I think the internet is getting more controlled by the day. Google searches are not as open as they used to be. I think there is a lot of editing and pulling of information going on. re writing facts. keeping us focused on meemes that are only meemes and have no basis in what actuallly is going on.

I loved Clinton's speech and Elizabeth warren's speech

allende




Bravo President Clinton
you are a master
I guess its time to forgive

be well - get some cranial sacral , body work and some herb oil
Take a break

Obama we must remember that the CIA tried to kill Castro for years. It didn't work.
what sort of field did he set? I keep thinking that the right has multiple tricks up their sleeves kind of like when Cheney shot the guy with buckshot spray. Multiple levels of attack. Poison, rays, frequency manipulation, all sorts of toys, crazy fan, infiltration is the word of the day.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Police drones Oh how lovely tis the eventing

http://thephoenix.com/Boston/news/142601-police-drones-redefine-civil-liberty/


attatch some wavelength manipulation 1984 on steroids... and people yawn and fan themselves. as the SET up is made.

below post TS Elliot
http://www.wussu.com/poems/tsepruf.htm

T S Eliot (1888-1965)

The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock

S'io credessi che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza più scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
Non tornò viva alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo. *


Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question . . .
Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'
Let us go and make out visit.


In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.


The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, 'Do I dare?' and, 'Do I dare?
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair -
(They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!'}
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin -
(They will say, 'But how his legs and arms are thin!')
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse

For I have known them all already, known them all -
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all -
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume
And how should I begin?

. . . . . .

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? . . .

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

. . . . . .

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep . . . tired . . . or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet - and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: 'I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all' -
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: 'That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.'

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor -
And this, and so much more? -
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow toward the window, should say:
'That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.'

. . . . . .

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendent lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous -
Almost, at times, the Fool.



Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.


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* The published version of the epigraph comes from Dante's Inferno. A translation is -

"If I thought that my reply would be to someone who would ever return to earth,
this flame would remain without further movement; but as no one has ever returned
alive from this gulf, if what I hear is true, I can answer you with no fear of infamy."

These lines are taken from Dante's "Inferno", and are spoken by the character of
Count Guido da Montefelltro. Dante meets the punished Guido in the Eighth chasm
of Hell. Guido explains that he is speaking freely to Dante only because he believes
Dante is one of the dead who could never return to earth to report what he says.

from Exploring The Wasteland - T. S. Eliot and Jean Verdenal

Sunday, September 2, 2012

I Recon






Saturday, September 1, 2012

DC




weather report- they got the coolant with the angel clouds - winds coming up I wouldn't doubt a surprise killer frost soon - a holes that they b/ wanting us to lay down
but we rise all the same.
even they will have regrets.


Notes on Secret Societies:

We had to hide our knowledge from the Church which w

as corrupted and prone to slaughter
The Church Empire types morphed into leaders in the secret societies
holding the knowledge that is ours always
and calling it evil so we will be their slobbering slaves.