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Sunday, January 27, 2013

Being an "Evolutionary"

'The opus alchemicum not only changes, perfects or redeems Nature, but also brings to perfection human existence. Eliade Mircea

I’m not trying to start anything…..
John Trudell

His real name was Sermon What else could his calling be? but the gift of jive talk gabby, get ya all worked up so ya want to clap and say amen to the lord, talk? “What else could his calling be? At least that was what his mamma thought when she done did name him Sermon. “Everyone thought that she just plum forgot the 'h' or something. When you met Sermon, he just kinda made you wonder what in the world God was thinking? I guess you could wonder that about everything if ya think about it.... Honey, what was I just talken about?

“Sermon, Mamma, Sermon. Was he your cousin, Mamma?’
The thread was lost and mamma was onto some other memory… a blank stare almost vacant, had come over mamma, she had drifted off again. Nora stared at her mother. Wondering where it was? Where did she go? She knew that a part of her mother was separating from this world.

Sermon sat there with his eyes closed, teeth clenched, the light was storming in. There was no way for him to anchor the torrent. The intensity of the wavelengths coming in laid him out onto the floor, moaning. Then came the others, surrounding him, anchoring a thread of his perception into the room but most of him was still in the tail spin adjustment. Not just a little one, oh no, he was holding one of the biggest downloads of photonic waves that have hit Earth in ions.

“He’s retarded”, his littlest sister Maybell would tell people at school. He drooled. What else could she say? A part of her knew that he was much more than the word ‘retarded’ held.

Sermon was not Ellie’s cousin. He was her best friend (who was now dead and buried) Josie’s son’s son. They lived with Josie when Sermon was born. Josie thought her daughter in law was crazy naming him such a big name…”He never had looked ‘quite right’.”, she would say, as he missed different stages that all kids she had ever known went through.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Perceptions of Reality

I grew up on the Lone Ranger and Tonto.
Lucy and Dick Van Dike

I am feeling like an explanation of why I have come to the conclusion that Sandy Hook was staged so here I will say.

The day Sandy Hook happened I watched video on some news show, not sure where, but I saw a couple traipsing by, holding hands, like they were walking to somewhere important but there was no sense of tragedy in their ste[. I watched that video a couple times, It was incongruent,then, how the media played it. Immediately the whole narrative was guns. I mean, I have no love for guns or kill ammunition but still it seemed script like. Like 911 was. So I watched others with theories and conclusions about Sandy Hook . Different pieces to a puzzle. Questions must be asked. We are not anti American if we ask questions of our government. What is Anti American is that our Government forces people to lie and strangles their freedom of Speech when they force them to sign gag orders when serving in the military even when witnessing immoral and unethical acts such as murder that is intentional, actions that they are ordered to commit and have to live with for the rest of their lives. That is what is wrong and that story is categorized as crazy with a k, conspiracy theorist... so we can't talk, we to scared. So, I start thinking, John Trudell said it perfectly. "they don't care about the guns... they care if you start to think" and I will add that's when you have to watch a bit more carefully, because, like in a good story, they will try to silence your perception of the deception.


Thursday, January 24, 2013

full metal Jacket

This argument about guns has to extend to the US Government, the Pentagon, the lobbyists who bribe and bully our congress.

War kills children in fowl and tortured ways, their arms blown off in front of their sisters eyes. The threat to our country is the Pentagon. The debt of our country is the pentagon. The lies come from the pentagon. The guns to the Administrations back comes from the Pentagon. Obama, I still have hope for Obama, A coup against the rulers of the entities that are corded to the Pentagons is what we need. Arrest the torturers first, Rove should be working in one of his prisons. The pentagon, the oil interests, mining interests, banking interests that propagate and tend to the destabilization of our nation and all nations- are murderers and should be treated as such, period.
Sandy Hook is stage craft to distract us from looking at the reality. Our military is now allowed to act against its Own citizens, so when they come for the guns it will be war. Will that be worth the pretense of safety to remove the guns? No, we have to think, we have to be heart minded and not be bullied into fear over anything.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

watching cspan HR 325

House budget HR 325 "No budget No Pay" Me thinks the Republicans want to bring the country down for whatever reason? Kind of cud sharing infection of thought. Simple solution tax the rich, cut the pentagon. Fire the ones who are moonlighting on our governmental dole as in the congress selling our country to the highest bidders the billionaires who wait to sweep in as little kings, Little kings with their future necks at risk.
i sure hope we have the old fashion filibuster back ye ha here comes a roller coaster baby.

This goes out to the Senate:

talking with my mouth full

Daily Muse: Whatever failures I have known, whatever errors I have committed, whatever follies I have witnessed in public and private life, have been the consequences of action without thought. (Bernard Baruch)

Inauguration comments-
the awkward hymm Our President looking deserted and alone
Bill Clinton looking sick in a Regal and joyous way
and this song Why this song"? will he have the backup to go after the serpent within our government? Why did he spit marbles when speaking his Oath? I wanna love and support Obama and the process but the curtains and veils of the stagecraft of secrecy will always lead me towards mistrust,suspicion and wondering.

Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free;
[originally …let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Noxious weeds or Herbal saviors?

Pink Floyd Scarecrow
Songwriters: SYD BARRETT
The black and green scarecrow as everyone knowsF
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.
He didn't care.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
His head did no thinking
His arms didn't move except then the wind cut up
Rough and mice ran around on the ground
He stood in a field where barley grows.
The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
But now he's resigned to his fate
'Cause life's not unkind - he doesn't mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows

We are taught and even demanded to pull certain weeds, to look at them as enemies. Many of these weeds come to us as our allies and we poison them and trample them and kill them with no honor. We are taught that it is our duty as citizens to rid the world of these invaders. They are not native. Remember this then: neither are we native.
I use to run around pulling Tansy Ragwort dutifully. Then one year one spoke to me and said watch me, and the butterflies came and the bees came and she has not taken over my garden. I have teasel growing around me. Twelve feet tall skeletons stand over circles of rough leafed year old plants. the white roots are rumored to aid in ridding Lyme disease. We need to remember to speak to our companions that hold these other dimensions alive for our edification and healing. Our fears go all the way back to slaughter of our knowledge of this. We must let go of this pain and remember to honor Earth and all her children. We will become whole this way. The Heart opens Christ is born in US this way......

There is a company that wants to kill the wild and is actively pursuing that and has its minions embedded in our government and we stand like scarecrows all day.

The above torture was brought to you by the Pentagon Shame be upon you scarecrow./

Sunday, January 20, 2013

cold and broken

You better get it straight darling:
Poor men wanna be rich, rich men wanna be kings,And a king aint satisfied till he rules everything

from: Badlands Bruce Springstein

The Turn of Tide

She was six when the earthquake ‘of the millennium’ hit. She lay in a hospital bed for six months with few visitors. The Hospital was modern only in her wing the generator ran for a few hours per day. She wasn’t on life support. She wouldn’t talk. It didn’t mean she ‘couldn’t’ talk her doctor kept saying when the administrators wanted to transfer her to a permanent home for the retarded. The doctor knew the home. It was a place that stunk of vomit and pain. Her doctor knew it would be a sentence to hell if they sent her there. “Where were her parents?” the doctor would ask, knowing that the round-up had taken place moments after the Earthquake. The healthy were taken: the unhealthy buried. ‘Triage’ they called it. ‘War’ was another word for it. It wasn’t a war of nations-no- the nation was suspended over a man made cliff. Feudalism was trying to make a comeback.

The mercenaries were plentiful in the time of the turn of the tide. The poverty had people eating poisons that were labeled as food. And their minds were eaten by inserted thoughts fed to them via screens. The wavelengths were separating. Neptune ruled this day.

The planets watched murmuring, as if taking bets. Jupiter, the grand skater back and forth in a building of pattern, the surfers backdoor , a very big wave sweeps across the sky, magnetizing their dreams, if they dare to dream their way out of Empire even away from the planned breakup of the United States of America. Each planet holds a double edged sword, the crossroads, the cutting away.
Would the doctor fallow her calling with the girl or would she drop the thread of that future? The future that could lead her out of darkness and despair…

The Priest stood as Pluto’s man, in the rumble of the fallen church, looking at a photograph of the church spire, a shard of its glass cuts his hand, he looks at the crimson blood and for a reason unknown to him, says: ‘the sacrifice as been made’ then he collapsed in a heap. He woke in the hospital, his bed, next to Lilly, a child of six.
Epiphany Each breath is a portal to another dimension of thought and being.
Each breath can take us into other worlds…..

Lot's city

Now this was the sin of Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy. They were haughty and did detestable things before me. Therefore I did away with them as you have seen. —Ezekiel 16:49-50 god said one righteous man could save the city. we all need to remember that instructional note.

My town january twenty forth 2013
front of hot shop next to DRUG store.
New Uniform cruiser driving deputy of Sherriff
'back of cruiser open into the tool box
getting id from bumper sticker "fly HIGHER"
banged asian but reaching into and fussing with the tool box
My flash was of syringes. probably a scene setting that intrigues my propensity towards conspiracy observations? bill white van was watching me watch through my rear-view mirror. Bill knows me but I don't know what he thinks of me because he is unaware of the magic of the world.

Saturday, January 19, 2013


The avalanche of thinking
tick tock all taught
time - martyr or mentor be.
If we must ascend must we do it amidst Hell's swirl while we cry in desperation?
Can we step out of this Uniformity synchronized to fear-removing the cloak that has consisted of chains and bobbles?

Friday, January 18, 2013

Point of veiw

You who build these altars now
To sacrifice these children,
You must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
And you never have been tempted
By a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
Your hatchets blunt and bloody,
You were not there before,
When I lay upon a mountain
And my father's hand was trembling
With the beauty of the word.
Leonard Cohen

Thursday, January 17, 2013


Saturn and Pluto Mutual Reception

She sat looking into the phlegm filled eyes; Those cold, dark eyes, with the practiced smile that holds no fire or warmth. The old pattern. How not to be an enemy? She had been assigned their defense? Anger in her veins.
That, her most important question today-> How not to see them as worthy of their sentence? How can she, of all people, defend them?
The Planets chuckle and clap.

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John Kerry and Joe Biden drinking game!!

Every time John Kerry says "idear" take a drink.

Every time Joe Biden says "man" take a drink.

Let's toast these two great statesmen tonite!!

My question is how did John Kerry jockey himself into being nominated for secretary of state? It reminds me of Hague when Reagan got shot. (I would say every time that Joe Biden says 'my friend' take a drink.)
Note: I was house sitting at my mom's house when Reagon got shot. I saw the first unedited version, I remember screaming at the TV because Bradey was laying there with no help. His face was stuck to the ground and he was so alone. Everyone had contracted around Reagan getting him into the Limo and away. that is how I remember it, so long ago. But now all media is edited first. One clip gets out and distributed. One script with two sides only.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Tell a tale slant

Emily stood the live long day
this, my mother would say

and I would wander wander in the woods. bold in my hiding
rough when I felt it
laughing until the bull dozers came. "Progress", blindly destroyed the swamp and stream-
heart breaking "progress" I could see it feel it then, the lie being told. with Kennedy,King, Kennedy (The more recent Wellstone assassination was obvious to all. we all know. that is for sure.

Sunday, January 13, 2013


I saw an echo of Ron
that possessed dark eyed hide look
like a shadow close and icy
my heart could feel it last night
the fear
shade that haunts my town
begone or captured
If you take this one down
you will have to run fast and far because death would not stop me
from you and yours.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

folded time

two worlds
dark ages or light?
or is all illusion and play
the scene has changed but no one has changed the set
the actors forget their cues
Neptune leads,
saturn stands in audience and tries to reign Uranus stretto of folded time with his stomp.

Uranus sings loudly out of tune laughing while pounding on his drum

Thursday, January 10, 2013


chewing on bones

Wednesday, January 9, 2013


Tuesday, January 8, 2013


picked of Dutchsince website:


along with food and drug security: the FDA takes care of poisoning the elderly, guaranteeing profits for the humungous for profit healthcare industries.
then, the intentional drugging of our youth
perks of Empire
Opium black tar
Colombian fine coke cut with insanity
"no problem, baby, that takes care of that." he says as he claps as if he is dusting his hands with chalk.
Then I view weather modification. DA Dumb de dumb dumb. poisons all. the wild a dim memory soon is not addressed. HAARP setting up a polar shift ' which may be the only way to stop the money thing. Destruction of the hidden ones.
I view the carnivorous military that sees little ole me as a threat. Mercenaries hired by the hybrid force of a governmental for profit whores in high places that seek to kill any opposition. Putting in place ruthless Peria.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

First class today

my brother Ron was always sweet and vulnerable. Tragedy struck our household. Ron justified his addiction and his stealing- The deep sadness of Ron.

questioning who my reader in my mind would be beside the Minions of the NWO
So truly my audience is young adult. Magic Harry Potter trained…. Interface with the web of connection
The sinister protagonist would be the One world government, who uses symbols as snares. Drugs as collars. Tattoos as Identification… Cellphones as GPS and listening devices. Overlaid upon that threat are the true ways, that are being interfaced and connected to the simplex of the adorned one, creating a tapestry of greatness and harmony.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Dead Duck Dark Ship

Dead Duck on Beaverton valley Road today, before Cady Mountain Road today. Bullet holes going through its chest bone. should have killed it quick. Second animal found shot this season. I have hit three birds while driving, in the last two weeks. The last, a beautiful wren. on the curve by the Lavender Farm, came from the left. A robin almost was hit but I braked in time yesterday, hours after the wren.


Jupiter Neptune and Uranus
all Three w/ Vesta Overlighting

Wednesday, January 2, 2013


the book fear and loathing in Las Vegas was a laugh out loud and in the movie, johnny Depp was splended/ I am not encouraging this kind of drug use but am illustrating the trap
the trap our youth are in. They are feared. They feel like they can't do anything so they turn to drugs as they have been taught to do. The drug culture means guns, the adrenalin of risk and fuzzed out captured beings........
the movie is a hoot and the song is what I was after.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

All the Good

What the Military gas beeb for through eternity has been to protect the power of the Kings. Today the kings are corporations-as the industrial complex. the Pentagon then is the most dangerous force set against the constituents of this democracy. The waste of this complex represents gluttony and greed. the stench of poison and blood. Bowels shimmering in the setting sun. It cannot be allowed unrestricted force. It is strangling our nation and has no love for freedom.

Now we have the mercenary forces that seek to murder threats to its web of deceptions.
the bloat of privatized billions what else could they do with all that gold? They could help lift us to the New old way. the way of heart is not through weapons.

Social Security tax should not be capped. All earnings especially past billions of dollars should have obligation to help the poor by paying taxes to suckle off the masses. Seen as a donation to the safety net for all citizens. good men would pay happily. It is an identification factor.