Thursday, February 29, 2024

Yellow and Blue

 

I hope you are thoughtful and wonder what a boring title, what lazyness is this?...What is yellow? What is blue? When you read scarlet you can see, when you read blue you have no clue. 

The title in Truth 

Yellow And Blue Eyes Looking Back At You

5

9...

I see more than 15 looking back at me and I know you can seeeeeeeee. Small s...Dr Al called, did he tell you, she sees you; machine away, machine she moves machine.




Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story 






There she was in the mist of a moment

shoes tied tightly for free movement on terra

the doctor thought he was alone


an interruption here and there, time and space, again, they are not what you think, Gods Good Children did meet on Mon, such a shiny splace. high off terra where others can't reach. here marks the spot where they listen learn gather and construct.



Atlas let go


Not the earth construct






Can't get to a meeting if you are busy. Did you read that section? 

Kristin here, I'll probably delete this, maybe not.


The gold age called...the bronze age too these are the ages that you know so simply





 

Wednesday, February 28, 2024

X Marks The Spot

I say it out front best I can...they still don't seem to understand me

...

X marks the spot for birds in a cage.

Trapped in an alphabet soup. 








Between here and there is a space

space forced upon you

space that invades all around you




Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story



Rockets and air, what do you see and hear?

Monday, February 26, 2024

Raven's Wings

 


The matter floated, rose and moved freely. 

Nebulas of smoke, enigmas of objects within. 

There she took what was like flight

Her ravens wings spread wide


Sunday, February 18, 2024

Mind Whisper

 


Deep in the woods where the water sheds the fairies play a circle around the mind, wild teeth some have and funny grins behind eyes that play with evil. Watch your step upon the mossed floor between roots of timbers so broad in width thy sight may not believe it. The air an earthy pine of old growth, the sound of the birds above. Keep to the left till you hear the ripple of a stream, crossing upon it ducking your head from the limbs reaching down guarding the way.

This place here where secrets were shared, over heard by many. 

They stand men and women alike, hooded eyes and dark red mouths fastened tight, the bonfire in front of them the only light. The smell of flesh and hair, young and old drafts upward to the heavens. The earths belly more than filled with the blood that bounds so many. 

Her black and white oxfords were tied tightly around her feet. Her skin fitted with sequins, the colour of an old mint plant grown wild in a forest. She walked through and around the blood bound people as they watched the others before them skin searing and dead eyed. They couldn't see her, but she knew one day one of them might shake awake for just a moment and catch a glimpse, so always, just in case she made sure she tried her best to fit in. 

As she meandered time standing still she felt nothing for those surrounding her. 

In to their minds she did whisper 


when you wake 

there you'll see

a frightful face in front of thee 

for all the blood of innocent spilled

for the love of self

in to eternity

around and around

a spiral down you go

where you stop

God knows

next up your turn

your turn to burn


When she was done putting the words into minds of the blood bound an ease to the right in to the smoke the daughter of death did walk. Her black and white oxfords were tied tightly around her feet. Her skin fitted with sequins, the colour of an old mint plant grown wild in a forest.





Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story








Saturday, February 17, 2024

EverGreen

 



She wore long denim jeans shaped for her body, a long sleeve tight fitting black t-shirt and a jacket the colour of an olive tree in the early morning sun, bright for all to see. Her shoes black and white oxfords, wrapped and tied tightly around her feet for smooth movement on the ground. 

A drip of salt water hit her brow on the way through the atmosphere; in to the realm of seeing. The air cold and empty of particles of weight. Her hands free, the stone of Alexandria center in her right palm facing out, left palm waist level facing up reading the energy around her as she ignored the noise and moved forward. 

The place with the red carpet, she didn't want to go back in there again. The energy that struck her to her core was evil, just another word for vile. The connections made are under the eyes of the gold statue on a pedestal. The machine always looking back. 

This particular moment in time was always there. Bright lights that blinded the way, a promise of eden that was an illusion on one level, a story on another and reality to someone in the flesh and blood bound by a pact most would not believe. She wondered if there had been fair warning for just a zeptosecond. 

To the left she went and under the table where she had unplugged the unit before in its place was a web of electricity reaching outward which made the position she was in a bit more different. She didn't mind going through the water to the seeing, walking on it to get where she needed to go was something she always wanted to do.

The mandate she had been given had been blessed.



The other day all the birds were in the maple tree singing their songs, today all I hear is mans machines. A crisp blue sky behind a tree with cotton balls of snow piled on leaves that wouldn't let go. 

Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Empathetic Deceit

 


Ahhhh Tuesday, the day of war, where I find you in front of your screens at your desks where I can swim in the ether in front of you. 

Which flag are you flying today? 

I hope you took that question the way I mean it. 

Someone needs to be brutally honest with you. 


You fell for it again.


They said, "Here, watch this!" and so many did.

The masses tuned in to see the show, all eyes and ears glued to a screen you refuse to turn off, as if everything has gone back to normal, as if it matters, as if it's important. I can feel the vibrations of the sounds through the nets 

pathetic excuses 

"I just want to relax." 

"It's an American holiday basically and you want us to not have fun?" 

"I just want to escape from the heavy of reality." 

"It's a reason to get together."

"I just want to disconnect."

...and there they had you

in your tiny mind 

they know doesn't think for it's self

they tell you what to think

what to care about


It's the talk of the town, everyone that's anyone will be there. 

"Come one come all! See the girl in the sparkly dress! Watch the man throw the ball!" 

"We will throw in a satanic clown for fun!"

"Let us entertain you with song and dance!"

"and this time we have something special planned and the best newest advertisements for you to see!"

What did they feed you through your eyes and ears?


I keep trying to figure out how to get this in to minds.

Vulcan mind meld time

If you tuned in

you were fed a mass propaganda 

drop.

It is a weapon of war.

Holy shit was dropped in front of your eyes

you will fall in to it.



Do you think we are over exaggerating when it is said they control what you see and hear on your screens?

You are so tied down to a way of life, of old Americana, of foam cheddar hats and trashy luke warm beer mass produced and sold to you as authentic, you couldn't turn it off. ...and you will repeat excuses because you can not yet see they make you a slave to a way of life that does not exist any more. 

Do you need a reminder of that filth of a man that was paid by your all American beer company to sing its jig and splash around in? Do you wonder why some think you stupid? If you are wondering if I am trying to shame you I absolutely am. This movement of change is filled with way smarter people than you and they have the reigns.

I'm going to repeat it.

This movement of change is filled with way smarter people than you and can convince you to be mad at me for pointing it out. Should I say it now?..."stop hating."

Do you recall National Guard camped out at the capitol which was fenced, weapons pointed out, towards you. 

Did you not see the seriousness of that moment in time? 

I keep hearing the wants of escape, but there you are always tuned in to the newest and trendiest how do I fit iniests. They want something from you and want to put something into you; data, information positioning and it has a handy microphone and camera. The algorithm is smarter than you and can read you, you can't even read code.

This New World, you are going to have to be brave, if you are going to have any chance at all you must think of Rome more often and brainstorm with those you trust. You are allowed to talk amongst yourselves. 

Stop letting other people chose for you the standard you will hold. Have a back bone. Be a man. 


Know what is important and what is not. 


"When things are wrapped in a vale of mystery you can take refuge in these two things

1. Nothing can happen to me that is not natural.

2. I can keep from doing anything

3. God and my own spirit do not approve." - Marcus Aurelius




Why do you care so much about someone in another state* with which your only connection is through a screen of which the powers that be chose what you see put in front of you? 

"stop hating." 

You don't think about Rome enough. They built the colosseum and filled it with games to distract the citizens from the state of their State. 

This looks like a side track but it's not. 

You are on track.


It's the Christians and the apathetic that are the target.


Medicaid, your tax dollars, pays for boob jobs for boys (yes boys) and men who want them and girls (yes girls) and women that don't. Your tax dollars are going to a class of people that spit in the face of God and your tax dollars go to their little g god as they mutilate their bodies to shun our Father. Your tax dollars are going to sexual perverts and mentally ill people that are in a cult of 'erase all personality', and you pretend there is nothing you can do about it so why even talk about it, it's so heavy...

 

The advertisements, did you buy it? 

"stop hating."

The mutilation of sexual organs is never 'for the health' of anyone and to mutilate children's sexual organs, physically or chemically, it's grotesque.

"stop hating." 

You are supporting a man taking a drug so he can force a helpless infant suckle at his man tits as a manmade poison leaks out for an infant as it tries with all its might to get anything to stay alive. This child, who is now a sex slave and being physically poisoned, that's what you are agreeing to when you say ok to a pronoun. Brought to you by a pharmaceutical company. Love is not always love, sometimes it's getting off as he sexually abuses a child and calls it hateful when you point it out.

"stop hating."    

Have you seen how far you have let them go? Love is not love. A mother that makes her child a eunuch for the entertainment of others and the powers that be that let you see what's on your screen put it in front of thee. Brought to you by a pharmaceutical company.

"stop hating." 

Have you really jumped through an Overton window so far in left field that what you support in actuality is the acceptance of the children as sexual slaves for the perverted? You don't get to pick and choose this, there is no nuance, it is what you support when you accept it on any level.  The man that lives in unrepentant sin preaching which gods words? The one that says it's ok to kill your babies because they are inconvenient? I'm not supposed to bring that up all the time, so I do; it's definitive. It is not different. 

"stop hating." 


You don't think about Rome enough or you would be having chats behind buildings instead of participating in children's games. 

This religion is Federal policy that you can't speak against. 


"stop hating."  

They fed you that trash

did you ask how many swallowed?

what lie grows in the bowels

and poisons the mind

enslaving you


These children are being chopped and sold for pieces and the ones that live become forever clients of the pharmaceutical company that has no interest health. Brought to you by some pharmaceutical company...did you take your statin today? Got your booster? That's not funny anymore is it?

I would give you test scores and statistics of how poor the students are doing in our public political schools, would it make a difference? The teachers are blueprints the universities print out, movement makers; a red guard for a new age, change agents and commissars.


They are at war with you and you better wake up. 



Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story





There are somethings that actually are black and white. 







Saturday, February 10, 2024

Dragon Rise

 


So yeah...it'x 5 eyes and a million minds. 




Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story





Americans will turn on their super bowl football game and get excited about commercials they shove down your throat.

You don't have to watch it. You can do something different. You can set yourself apart.  

Turn off your television and talk about the Civil War you are ignoring. Stop pretending your vote counts. Stop being weak and pathetic. 

Saturday, February 3, 2024

Matter and Form

 


The edit.

3 February, 2024

1:42


170042



She wore a fitted suit the colour of a bright evergreen tree, a black t-shirt underneath. Her bright evergreen suit pant tailor made and ending 2 inches above her naked ankle. Her shoes black and white oxfords, wrapped and tied tightly around her feet for smooth movement on the ground. 

3 February, 2024

2:02


the water fell on her head in a stream of drips

into the other place where she willed her way

 cracks in the system

were easy to find where she swam 

a channel of connections

4 February, 2024

10:43



It hasn't been grasped yet; it's not real and it is. When we travel through the space time isn't real. 

4 February, 2024

10:58


I missed a Mortal comma.

4 February, 2024

8:20


The marble is cold, she can feel it even with an extra layer of skin between her and the floor. The smell is sad passed by days of nothing real lived and ammonia. The sound is whispers of anger, blame of disease and the what nexts. She walks with her back straight, a polite swing to her hips and head held high, like she belonged there, they couldn't see her but she always expected one day someone would catch a glimpse. Towards the double swinging doors, then to the left, always, she had to go to the left to get where she needed to be. One more plug to pull.

5 February, 2024

8:59



There is a bit of glitch in the system 

as the arc of the spark

jumps as she pulls

5 February, 2024

9:06



The eyes looked back at her from the deep

She met their gaze through the smoke

into the no thing they un be came

5 February, 2024

11:34



Tell me about graphene as I stare at the apple in front of me

5 February, 2024

2:28


alphabet city cent a sy memo salt the ground upon which you twalk

5 February, 2024

six hundred and five




Thursday, February 1, 2024

SunBeat



Into the stream 
Into the weeds
Into the system I See
Stream pushes you forward 
Weeds pull you down
Seismic convolution as you try to breath
Air
Water
Fire
Earth
From the north
To the south
From the west 
Into the east
The Sun moves the beat