Did you ever wonder....

...did you?

Enjoy.

Some times the power is devastated into our hands

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We, untwined, receive and do not not know what we have received.

And in that innocent momentum we pass on our power to their end.

Love is unlit.

Feel free and create our world.

Handles

H/T The ZGR

Chimes with my thoughts on some given thoughts and naught belief this passed week.

Enjoy.

Enjoy.

Driven.

No rest until never.

It will be hard lifting though.

Many will die.

Keep your lists up to date.

Enjoy.

Oopart.

Imaged in source.

If you know what to look for you will ask.

Hide, dead cow skinned, NOAHide, footwear, wherer.

Compliant?

Red?

Blue?

White.

And god?

Why?

Why god?

Sacrifice.

Ever had a whole peach stone stuck up your stuck up arse?

Then.

You know no jokes.

Enjoy.

The birds fly, the aquatic bees cry, the trees shine and the atoms sing.

The calendrical blossoms under which I stand are stilled blue.

Inage.

Wherever could I be but in the song birds’ lives.

Forever they have sung me to sleep and awoken my grief.

Never have they failed me.

This evening I listen.

To the tiniest quarks.

In shrubbery and sky.

Highlight over my life.

Do they reckon?

Do they thrall?

They live.

Do they care?

I live ad nausea.

To have no time to care or sail?

I have no time and yet I do care.

For every atom that fails there is a song bird.

Singing to me for ever and ever until I return the compliment.

How many have passed before me that I am?

How many have passed away that I would be?

How many are we?

Infinite and ubiquitous and never atomised

Peace.

Will come.

When I sleep awake under the still falling petals of the blue tree.

Did the Watchers have any real choice in their approach to their problem? Null DNA? Part 3 of ?

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Cursed or accursed?

I’ve been bashing my bonce for 2 years now trying to put the wordy words together to meaningfully convey my thesis. Which is, at its simplest, wrapped in the nature of light. What is it? Whatever it is it is entrapped within a great fabric of lies and eyes.

If we are to take Planck, the last universal constant and you know what I think about that state, my eyes are constantly absorbing momentum. What does that mean to me in the aggregated loop?

Einstein, the fakir, used to take the railcar and imagined riding a light wave. And he was stopped. Stopped when?

If we take JCM at his word then the answer is nowhere yet and everywhere gone. Allwhere.

Gold, no we are not going hyperdimensional, is another of those constants that fail my consonants and vowel movements. Everytime the clown Paul, not Damascene, opens his yapp about the Fed you can see that age old god given slaver mind at work. I love listening to the precious metals lads, Morgan, Chapman, Maloney et al. They are worth their weight in… ermm…..gold. HOWEVER, I have never heard any of these guys state the obvious. Bearing in mind that several are already on the horses and many are being checked out for inclusion in the Magnificent Seven, I admire their work, I cannot state this more clearly than that precious metals are being recovered as a continuing process off slavery, unending servitude as a device, as engineered human suffering. It is, like fiat money, a monolith of the fakir construct of monoheathenism. Want gold and silver? You must accept slavery.

Well you can GGTF!!

So there I was struggling to try and make sense of one strand of what I would want to apply vast numbers of wordysword upon and then LL scripted it so simply.

“The ridiculous part is the very male cognitive error thathuman existence is purely linear and travels like light through a vacuum. Thatideas can move over centuries direct through timespace of their own propulsion.Consider instead that mankind is also cyclical. Birth. Ideas are transmittedthrough generations.  Mothers and Fathers. Account for thisplease! How would such secret societies self-perpetuate so neatly?” 

Nuff said for the moment.