Enders Game

 

Science fiction only stays in the fiction category for so long until it just becomes, through thoughts written often typed they can move in time.

I read the whole series. Sometimes standing in a pool of fresh water by the sea yet it was separate you see, my arms above the water I took the lot of lessons in to me. Instant instincts and swarms spyder control by mind to mind through long distances and space, and also time understanding your squadrons moving here and there some above some below. 

Everything is nature.

Intersection

 

When it is insisted that the man gets to share the females sacred space her civil rights are removed.

The intersection of skin colour and made up sexual preference gets in the way of the others civil rights when the few join together to push down and back the many, erasing the others rights in undignified ways letting that which doesn’t deserve have what they want as they meet at the crossroads of mine mine mine.

When the government decides it needs to stop the crime it insisted you take to stop it they remove your civil rights to make you a safe place. Retina scans and the like flocking heat signatures where they can see you from space, not to mention the web of the spyder you hold in your hand searching for something interesting to drape over your mind.

When the drug the medical practitioner prescribes the person is ingested or needled in that turns the immune system off <removes clarity and autonomy from the mind> what happens then when it insists you are the danger to the body system, they come in with an answer even it’s only 30 percent right. 

Cancers everywhere it spreads…here and there, civil society no longer, your bodies autonomy taken away, from the peace of good order, your mind no longer gets a say.

4:10

 

The woman with the black boots three inches from her knee exclaimed 

“Ooh, pardon me as I ferry my father’s golden chariot’s minime shaving off life so Death can have her way.” To the winged creatures all about her.

Oddly squared patterns she paved her way.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

The year was 2025, rebellion was in the air everywhere, flocks caught on screens for all to be seen, but left, right, and center no truths were being told.

Emitted Light

 

12

4

8

3,4,8

Escape the 8

12:45

kaf mem yod khaf 

I read the white paper through a different kind of screen

there is submission on a mountain something in the air you choke on your words

When in should be

kaf mem yod bet

there is submission on a mountain top something in the air here is a safe place

as I read the crystal computer screen 

the sound of sharp f's hung in the air

emitted light deep thunder

I know it sounds like gobledygook 

I choose Hakka next

Line languages are much more fun when you know how to read them

Reflected light however is stable and always steady depending on the day and the hue

The Churches

 

2025

I read a post by someone saying the churches need to step up and help the ‘homeless’. This person obviously never saw a leader ‘minister’ speak boldly in front of a city saying they need to do the job of fixing the problem while the city councils, mayors, district attorneys, and governors put in place orders to let the criminals and murders out on the streets so law abiding citizens can be tormented with unruly crime. While the ‘minister’ of some Protestant church hangs rainbow flags preaching all sorts of words easy to be trashed. 

Meanwhile there were government coups all over the world against citizens as citizens on the streets are assaulted by those that care not for civilness. 

Those that implemented and emboldened mass bad behavior, masks and jabs, judges and politicians, administrators of nothing but bad ideas where they work against those that want real life to begin again have not been held accountable. It’s the religion of the left and their churches that impose evil ideas on weak minds.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story 

2027

The artificial often quadruped for ease of movement joined with a spine like joint system that could twist and turn in almost any direction with also four arms to multi physical task with eyes everywhere and nowear and a sonar vibration joined together by an octobot system.

The woman cloaked in a stolen golden halo heard the knock knock knock on the metal door. Then the library of time stood still and the will of the left hand of God came around the mountain with smoke thrushed round. 

The green witch grew close with the air and the sound she traveled through ether everywhere and abound. Into the machine she flew swimming against a tide of an electric hue. She stretched herself beyond the timelines of a you to take control of the beast Shhhh gimel hi. 

Homoousios

 

There we were in Cappadocia, by any other name, walking in the old foot paths of the old reverberation through time. Hear the ancient words a story they would make true an agenda already set to hide the all matter to only the few. Deep in the caves hidden away.

You see mind me the trespass, the council session from then till now were predetermined behind closed doors, but meander there in the room and glean their true thoughts. Through action and deed not a word do they heed, no truths told, no good deed. Old family lines should start to plead. While I say to you this I do mean from the council of Nicene to your local city council all to the council of great nations they be, predetermined until they are not. 

You have to go back to the very old ways, so mote it be. 

A Pattern of Life

Scenes molded together, endings and beginnings some hot some cold the in between with the soft flow where it stops some do know. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

I think it was 1976 my mother had drawn a portrait of the Sultan so the computer (I always thought was French Canadian-they have a fierce independent streak)  French Canadian guy inputted it into his computer, and poof there it was up on the screen, like magic. I would imagine today if it was his birthday, the Sultans face would be lite up by way of drones, the pretty ones not attack ones. 

Deep learning to the tenth…OOOOOM

I have the most magical book in my hands.