PROGRAMMED TO PERCEIVE

i AM trying to stand in the vivid multidimensional light but etched in my abilities are inserts and flaws. Flaws,snags of anger I hate when I am afraid.

I see the brown haze starting with coolant in the morning breeze and then a toxic cocktail which causes the birds to take cover. We should be told. It should be stopped Like the theft of the upcoming elections Planned. Like the Plutocracy Planned. Pluto being an ally of mine, I stomp my feet at the cold far planet that serves the deep lesson of all perception and rules that which we block our eyes, and mind from. I know that the weather and the fall food prices and shortages are by design, I know that they are frying my country. I know that there is more in there cocktails than weather modification chemicals. Time is compressed Water skiing around a curve with a boat stalled in front of me. That is how it feels today. How to Jump, when I haven't practised jumping?

Pink Floyd Pompeii Pompeii

Activation There it is...

the Promised Land

I see a split in possible futures It is a twist of fate, each choice the individual makes that has the comprehension of love at its conception````````` , can change the access of the world or is it axis? both. Love is the holographic force of creation It is It I am I you are me mirror of me of mirror of my fears and programming. so the split scenario 1 } food shortage work gone water poison the great cull - like they have tried in the third world only this time it is the coup de grace - we spin back into the dark bleak poison mind era OR we stand up - for all, for the planet we Justify ourselves with the highest order which is Love.Fierce Creative Love We know that we stand fully with Light and Love We act under its directive always and that might look like Bill Hicks

THe Cliff

the filter through which I look has the images of the dead from Sarin Gas that the US supplied Saddam Hussein. I remember how bright the colours of the cloths of the dead, babies in their mother's arms. Reds and golds and green. They were Kurds. So when I see and feel and smell the aerosol program that is spraying interesting spurts of chemicals over head (especially the streams that turn to fog) I think of the Iranians and Iraqis that were killed by the arms sales men.Regan, Rumsfeld and such. That energy is still behind the curtain, planning events that will distract us and lead us off the cliff, like good lemmings we fall. splat. One of the first reports in high school that I remember doing was on the assassination of Salvador Allende by the CIA to set Penoche into power. Now on the Internet it says that he probably committed suicide. My ASS. Poverty is such a game.gets people to sell off their goodness and honour for money. money is the ultimate game. we pretend that it is the most important thing in the world. People bow to it. People pray thinking that the money they have is their reward, forgetting about the ultimate deception .


addition onf sat aug. 25, 2012 at 22:09
Note: I am still pissed about the vw black



the bike chick in leotards, a scratcher
(and wishbone side step- who didn't piss me off so I hesitate to mention. but will as a document of witness. dog wishbone if you are slow....which is probably the case.