Project Stop! ...lest we forget the light.

by **Trifecta** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 5:41 am

Its madness, its madness I tell you. Why do you laugh at me when I tell you about all the toxins we are stuffed full off and cannot escape from, why do you scoff when I explain about flouride, cholrine and amonia in the water supplys?, why when I go deeper into the causes of diseases spread from mercury, aspartame and flouride in most pschological mainstream drugs, do you want to look away and pity me? Why do you look for an immediate psychological problem in my being when I explain the cartels, how corporacy and the military industrial comples are conspiring against all live on our beautiful planet, why do you run away when I mention darkness, demons and alien forces??? Why do you run to me for answers to questions that trouble you, then run away when you get an answer or a clue for further information, why do I care what you think and feel about, I just wish you were the 100th monkey. Its another game, divide and conquer waiting for the 100th monkey to appear, for it is me, myself and I and all those me, myself and I's who travail this mad, mad,mad world. Waiting for the end game, the big one to happen and I can say I told you so...brother, sister it will not happen, for it has already happened, by stealth and immune deficencies, even if the revolution happened tommorow our live forces are week, the weaponry is vast ... best be quite little man, the NSA psychics beam into my ear, the sattelite turns and fire another radiation shot to warm me a little...we will fuck him later, wait till he sleeps. Lest we forget the light. “They sensed what he knew to be true: that he was set apart from them, cut off from them that he bore a doom upon him and followed after a dark thing. He was like a cold wind blowing through the fire lit room, like a black bird carried on by the storm from foreign lands. The sooner he went on, taking his evil destiny with him, the better for these folk” The Earthsea Quartet by Ursula Le Guin. . I meet a lot of people with shadows, manifestations of their own personal failures and fears, for I am one... I wonder how we each manage to manifest and thus attract the things we fear. Dark and light working in all of us and we carry it around, slowly manipulating our life forces, each the power of the same. An in-harmonious wave dependant on your world view, and your polarity structures. I play with my kids, reminding myself the lessons from some parable out there, find the child inside, and as always when that thought form catches up with you, you experience the world with your third eye. The trick is the kids don’t know it and our structures make sure they forget the power within. We are all light suckers and light givers, dark of place, manifesting darkness. How do you teach that to a kid? This is the love light, and the easiest of excuses for you’re chasing of the shadow. For the people of tomorrow of course. I am on a quest, not through sheer magnificents to my kin, no this force drives me, it is my fear and I consume as much of it as I am allowed, during psychic and psychotronic attack. I chase the shadow of my fear, realising that until I consume it or it consumes me the battle continues. No biggy, we are all getting it in one format or another, we do indeed live in an invisible war, and once you fully realised that, you are bonafide paranoid psychophrenic. Welcome to my world. So I hang out here, vent this week’s theory, through the mind wrencher and see if my intellectual feedback loops are working, I am as a clone of the matrix manifesting a myth around my being. This my five major re-inventions, with at least 100 upgrades, patches and viral implants, to all intense and purposes a hunter of shadows. An epiphany or two later, too many late nights at the roller disco, and high highs are the norm, even the birds have to rest sometimes. Techno babble burnout, I come back down to earth; the baby’s bum needs whipping, work has isolated my progress by shear force of re/attraction. Even the people here are operating at frequency that will attract the same level of entropy to the positivism manifesting from my being. Ladies and gentlemen, the ego has landed. Yet as the shadow looms in every conversation you reach a point where the viewer grimaces and refuses to face any more, you become the target of what the shadow throws off, and in that moment, you loose the power to wake up the sleepers, forever looked at with distain, until they need you and the information. Project Stop! .... Lest we forget the light.

by **anotherdrew** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 6:06 am

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas

by **slimmouse** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 12:10 pm

Incredible post OI. Your own work, or from a link ?

by **jenz** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 1:03 pm

with visible casualties. thanks OI from another paranoid

by **Connut** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 2:30 pm

And Ursula Le Guinn also said - as direct a quote as I can remember: Once a man sets his foot upon the spiritual path, the way grows ever more narrow until at last he can only do what he must. Wonderful post, keep on keeping on, you are headed to the Light! Cheers, Connut

by **slimmouse** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 2:46 pm

<blockquote>Quote:<hr>Once a man sets his foot upon the spiritual path, the way grows ever more narrow until at last he can only do what he must. <hr></blockquote> I would suggest that also applies to the Parapolitical sphere. Once you grasp the fact that reality is nothing like the current "consensus reality", theres no turning back either. This makes the all-fall-down house of cards that is the home of the PTB kinda inevitable. So with that positive fact in mind, How many made the switch today ?<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/happy.gif ALT=":D">

by **jenz** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 3:11 pm

I'm risking killing the poetry and optimism in this thread by asking this:- does anyone have a emotional armour to deal with knowing unacceptable things and being obliged to repeat them to people who don't want to know, (but in concensus reality should), and then getting shot down? what am I on about? well as supporter of ra survivors I get to be piggy in middle - that is I go to the people who should care about stopping people being hurt, with the information, and I helplessly see and hear them putting it down, without explanation or investigation. treating it as crazy fantasy, WITHOUT bothering to think whether in all logic it would be likely to be fantasy or not. I've just done this again. Just been assured that such and such reporter from such and such well-known newspaper is such a rotweiler that if the police are covering up he'll find out. and just had him tell me how I should be glad that what I've said (the crimes) did not happen, because the police have assured him they didn't. that is the same police who ididn't investigate and have at least one officer best buddy of the criminals. so what I mean is :- knowing hurts - it isn't nice to know exactly what goes on knowing the public at large don't know and asume , not having heard the facts, that such things do not go on, hurts a tiny bit knowing that those who should care don't give a monkeys and can brush you away without a qualm, even after they have heard the facts, hurts much more. please send me some chainmail if you have any.

by **Rigorous Intuition** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 4:29 pm

The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ah the wars they will be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again bought and sold and bought again the dove is never free. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. We asked for signs the signs were sent: the birth betrayed the marriage spent Yeah the widowhood of every government -- signs for all to see. I can't run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me. Ring the bells that still can ring ... You can add up the parts but you won't have the sum You can strike up the march, there is no drum Every heart, every heart to love will come but like a refugee. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in. <img src="http://blogs.theage.com.au/malcontent/archives/len.jpg" style="border:0;"/>

by * » Wed Dec 07, 2005 6:10 pm

blurb from the book:  The Spiritual Hierarchies and the Physical World; Reality and Illusion Ever since nature and consciousness were separated in the late middle Ages, giving rise to a science of matter alone, the spiritual beings who are the universe have felt abandoned and unable to complete their work, for this work depends for its success on human collaboration. At the same time, human beings have also felt abandoned, condemned to a speck of dust in an infinitely decaying universe. In these remarkable lectures, Rudolf Steiner reestablishes the human being as a participant in an evolving, dynamic universe of living spiritual beings: a living universe, whole and divine. And he does so in concrete images, capable of being grasped by human consciousness as if from within. How is this possible? Implicit in Rudolf Steinerâ€™s view is the fact that, fundamentally, the universe consists of consciousness. Everything else is illusion. Hence to understand the evolution of the cosmos and humanity in any terms other than consciousness is also illusion. Whenever we have to do with mighty cosmic facts, we have to do with states of consciousness. But states of consciousness never exist apart from the beings who embody them. Therefore, the only true realities are beings in different states of consciousness. In this sense, Rudolf Steinerâ€™s spiritual science is a science if states of consciousness and the beings who embody them. Indeed, rightly considered, all science â€“physics, chemistry, botany, zoology, geology, psychology, astronomy, etc.â€”is a science of beings. And the sensory perception, the physical trace, is but the outer vestment of the activity of beings in different states of consciousness. To describe these beings, Steiner uses the names made familiar by the wisdom tradition of the West. He speaks of the evolutionary states of Saturn, Sun, Moon, Earth, Jupiter, Venus and Vulcan; and the nine â€œchoirsâ€

by **Gouda** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 6:15 pm

I'll have what Cohen is drinking. Cheers, all.

by **starroute** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 6:45 pm

Life is sad, life is a bust All you can do is do what you must. You do what you must do and you do it well. I’ll do it for you, honey baby, can’t you tell. Buckets of rain, buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin’ outta my ears Got buckets of moonbeams in my hand. You’ve got all the love, honey baby, I can stand.

by ir » Wed Dec 07, 2005 7:02 pm

was just reading your post and wanting to cite that line from Leonard Cohn about finding love as a refugee, and there ... the whole poem.lyrics are here. it is touching. most of us here , i think, share a sense of alienation, not finding a safe home, many being actually persecuted by evil allignments. I always found comfort in this image of someone being thrown on a shore of a safe land, which is finding love. seeing the darkness yet holding on to entitlement of finding love/safety, is the balancing act perhaps. also, letting go of wishing to fix the darkness.

by **Rigorous Intuition** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 7:25 pm

seeing the darkness yet holding on to entitlement of finding love/safety, is the balancing act perhaps I find Cohen's ability to evoke both intelligently a tremendous comfort. There's real hard-won wisdom there. From two more examples: The Night Comes On I went down to the place Where I knew she lay waiting Under the marble and the snow I said, Mother I'm frightened The thunder and the lightning I'll never come through this alone She said, I'll be with you My shawl wrapped around you My hand on your head when you go And the night came on It was very calm I wanted the night to go on and on But she said, Go back to the World We were fighting in Egypt When they signed this agreement That nobody else had to die There was this terrible sound And my father went down With a terrible wound in his side He said, Try to go on Take my books, take my gun Remember, my son, how they lied And the night comes on It's very calm I'd like to pretend that my father was wrong But you don't want to lie, not to the young We were locked in this kitchen I took to religion And I wondered how long she would stay I needed so much To have nothing to touch I've always been greedy that way But my son and my daughter Climbed out of the water Crying, Papa, you promised to play And they lead me away To the great surprise It's Papa, don't peek, Papa, cover your eyes And they hide, they hide in the World The Land Of Plenty Don’t really know who sent me To raise my voice and say: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day. I don’t know why I come here, Knowing as I do, What you really think of me, What I really think of you. For the millions in a prison, That wealth has set apart – For the Christ who has not risen, From the caverns of the heart – For the innermost decision, That we cannot but obey - For what’s left of our religion, I lift my voice and pray: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day.

by **Rigorous Intuition** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 7:29 pm

the greeting card he designed for <a href="http://www.warchild.ca/merchandise.asp">War Child Canada</a> deserves to be posted here: <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/JeffWells/subalbum1/cohen-warchild.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Edited by: <A HREF=http://p216.ezboard.com/brigorousintuition.showUserPublicProfile?gid=rigorousintuition>Rigorous Intuition</A> at: 12/7/05 4:31 pm

by ir » Wed Dec 07, 2005 8:47 pm

I happened to attend a film festival dedicated to children/war, and there was a film about this project in Sierra Leone, and i was just crying a river. They made a camp for children who were force-drafted to join the rebels' armies (and the government armies). They were kept on drugs, so as to make them crazy, and their job was to chop limbs (mainly hands) off people, mainly women, in villages they raided. There were 10.000 kids only in that one camp, sponsored by this canada children project. THey were in better shape, detoxed but their families didn't want them back because they thought they would be too weird after what theyv'e been through. It opened a new understanding for me, how we are all children and we are manipulated by professionals (and drugs) to serve the warlords. The happy part was seeing them run a local radio station, which they manage by themselves as part of the program and rehab, playing football, trying to recover lost childhood. They were so mature, and tragic, and realistic and describing their condition, knowing they are lost, perhaps forever, lepers.,not knowing if the sights and the sounds of what they did will ever leave them. Nobody will ever accept them, although they are victims and chidren. Canada took in few of them to be adopted by canadian families who volunteered. I was also wondering who was behind those "rebels" and their drugs...and how much of it is experimenting on the effects of various chemicals or metals or drugs on people so as to make them murderous and wild. The children described themselves as being 'in another world" they could do anything under the drug, they also hardly ate, and those who would refuse, were shot dead on the spot by the commanders. Kidnapped to serve as soldiers, something strong, to think about. Thanks for the reminder. It was one of those events that made a breakthrough for me, but I didn't know then what lay ahead of me. it was a temporary moment of hope, seeing this project and the film festival all dedicated to children in war zones (the film festival wasn't in Israel, of course). ONe of the moments i would call a false safe shore...but they are important stages as well.

Project Stop! ...lest we forget the light.

Project Stop! ...lest we forget the light.

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Re: Your own work ?

invisible war

The Path

No turning back

killing poetry

There is a crack in everything

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Or a little Dylan?

refugee

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And speaking of Cohen,

war child, canada

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