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

by **marykmusic** » Wed Dec 07, 2005 10:14 pm

The children are indeed the front line. I am so lucky to have been granted a chance to raise children who are aware, outspoken, energy-sensitive... sure, obnoxious sometimes (the smart ones are the ones to watch out for!) but excellent kids. I am also a Boy Scout leader because I get to say just the right thing sometimes, when someone needs to hear it. We lead by example; our example is what we DO more than what we say. My husband and I are into self-empowering others. Talk is cheap. Teaching others to do for themselves is priceless. --MaryK

by **Trifecta** » Thu Dec 08, 2005 5:58 am

These are my words I am not ashamed to say, although the typos from banging this out before work came down for the day is inexcusable...but the dyslexic in me will let it ride, apart from wipping the baby's bum, not whipping it. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/embarassed.gif ALT=":o"> I dream, I wake I still dream compassion and love abound today I am happy that's my theme the exlir of life I found. Lets face it it is a mind fuck, we living in a fascistic world controlled by those wishing to impart the daily ritual of kissing the devils arse in public everyday or less commonly known as Osulum Infame All players are required to perform OI or shall no longer be in the game. I have given up trying to discern the mind of a sick fucker. My clock just don’t beat to that tune. Although my mind is strong enough to discern the empathic abilities needed to ingest the information, I have to move on from seeing the reasons, to finding solutions….Use the force Luke. It is a good question how do you handle what you know and still participate in consensus reality, that is the hub, consensus reality is blind overall, its conditioned, controlled and manipulated right before our eyes, senses and especially our emotions. Invisible war part 1. Me, it's true I have broken through superhuman the power to fly dualism is a fallacy it's true only emotions make you cry The angles, the spirits are real enough, they exist in the subtle realms, we need only ask for guidance and listen to the voice within, the one/s that do/es not speak are ready to work with us, when we have worked on ourselfs. Escaping duality to find a real force of freedom is a daily quest of this explorer, have my masters given me super powers within said matrix. Or am I just being played on a holographic keyboard, super powers awarded every level of the matrix transcended And back down the rabbit hole, until you achieve out set plan for you. I just want peace, I want justice, I want life…No I NEED IT! Mine is too see without seeing from zombie to awakened from be to luminous being consensus reality forsaken See, I have been attempting to use the power of nothing, after all at some level it is a wasted energy force, it just needs some life to have a purpose. How do you empower nothing to become something, it is already a self programmed entity of destruction, for nothing must be the most powerful force in the universe. It the real spectrum of concentrated colour, a perfect universal wave form vibrations. The Scholar who can attached the correct approach and significance to that discovery and harnessing of the void, the vacuum, nature will indeed perform a miracle. As it does everyday in the blink of an unwoken eye. We are the universe, so is the frying ant, and the kid with visual ray weapon and the inventor of the magnifying glass. Up and down the rabbit hole, back to another duality. Cut of as we are from the life force in an age of the patriot act and the full face fascism created by the perpetrators of a prevalent invisible war, we of the right brain functionality work to thwart the mechanistic lies of the self chosen elite. All wars are invisible and when the invisible manifests into our 3d media evoked corporate world, the outcome is surely more death. Short term evil will always prevail over long term good. The white witches and the sorcerers know this? Since our time began we have all signed up to the faith and understanding that a not so invisible war exists. Plotting the tricks, fake trials and tribulations of the daily horror of our so called alternative news. Nothing, is quite literally real. Each adds there own bit to the enfolding plots. The scripts get written, the players show up and the audience participates with the odd WHOOOOOP! From the other side of the stadium. Who among us is breed to take life. Competitive sports on a global plasma screen. The planet is sick, here come the players, fighting the old script of the duality wars. G v’s E. Each above wondering when the below will wake up. From the perspective of an ant on the look out for scraps, encountering a child with a magnifying glass and the raging heat of an ever nearing sun. Fried or boiled politics sir, do you want to go heavy on the propaganda, for free tickets to the lottery show. Invisible war part 2. I, me, mine..what's the crime spiritual dishomony the ego me I don't exist, only in the sublime To loose I me, mine is to see. As we watch the script unfold, it must be with level of self incrdulance that we constantly need re-affirming that something is provably wrong. How many times before we do say, hold up, down tools, lets go talk to the government And yet it is as simple as stopping. We just stop, the machine has nothing to feed it, we are legion, we just stop, the machine dies ... after that we start again...fly that dove. Thank you all. Mark

by **rapt** » Thu Dec 08, 2005 3:23 pm

That is an insightful piece MarkOI. You support my natural tendency, my newish fetish, to "just stop." Still working on a plan to stay alive while immobile though... Incidentally, Joe Cannon over at cannonfire tends to support you too when he recommends stopping in response to pending (certain) Ohio laws which guarantee perpetual repug power. He seems to believe that is all we have left as a weapon - pay no taxes - quit shopping. This shit is getting serious.

by **Trifecta** » Fri Dec 09, 2005 5:11 am

Once upon a time - A little girl had a dream To grow up like her dad; And be all that he has been. But as this little tot grew An uneasiness fell upon her And still she is not sure what is true Every year on tear– a new folder? For as she did what was desired All those nice things Getting settled, having kids All those things that gathered pride She recognised a knock On the hollowness within And more and more this knock Became a painful ear-bashing din Has he done right? Or did he do wrong Which perception do I lean to? So many voices in a throng The fact is generic, So long as to ourselves we are true It is the life we live and leave And what we did with that life Is for other’s to perceive We may stamp a difference Likely we will not Like the pentacle of life In circles to a knot The cruelty is done But lets not ignore it Our generations task in life is To teach the next’s to abore it For otherwise the crime is done The superficial strobe lights That our daughter’s and our son’s Will live blindly part of simple ‘bum’s’ For within our hearts are two chambers One to the right and one on left There are elements needed in this blood station To co-exist or else we are bereft So live with one another, Do what you think right, In each judgement, every deed Though it maybe proved wrong At the end of the day If ol heart kept the pace We may gather in analytical song ~ AB

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