Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Holy Seeds

 


In Truth I don't know... if it matters who you vote for anymore; what's going to happen is going to happen. 

A few things to keep in mind: there have now been two assassination attempts on Trump, with little imagination I can assume that would change a man (even if this whole thing is a show). When someone says that they don't think Trump will let go of power if he gets it again and they have the power now after turning the National Guard on the citizens and fencing the Capitol for a Presidential installation and then they prosecute their political 'enemies' for speaking out and not agreeing, that could be protection of their affairs or a projection of the future and both at the same time. Last but not least the one humans misunderstand or don't compute well, 'matter always changes, everything is matter'. 

I don't know how to explain that tech can see through electronic matter which we see through the electromagnetic spectrum, we can also vibrate something to see how far away something is, camera lens need not apply anymore.

Also your iPhone filters your photos automatically for you now. 

and something now related to computer programing and human resource adaptability... Ai can't see the difference between tires on a plane or a plane under tires...

Computer code is only as a good as the coder.



Sun at my back and forward too the dragon tongue can see its prey. What is a vibration but a sound wave. What is light but a ____. What is it to see the world with all eyes and see through it and in to its soul. 



This is the third stage.

Hot flashes here and there

by the time you realize what's happened 

into a cool breeze they pass.

Messages sent here and there

to destroy information pass ways



It's a bit like the byzantine generals dilemma.

How do you out think your self?




Be still and listen

One day I'll tell you a story






When given a gift of Holy Seeds would you plant them?

Inshallah 















Sunday, September 15, 2024

Tyrian Purple

 


Into the fog into the know crawl into the overhead water feel the flow spin in to space where time is a place, stay hidden from eyes that think they see from space

there the crowd stood, some arm in arm

the view up above was of light a hue of iridescent pearl

only the faithful that gathered viewed the scene

a day hidden in true till was in need

bolts of fire fell from the clouds

enter the time of the planetr people can't See

for Saturn was Golden a beautiful start

then Jupiter ruled and what do you say

that's read into threes but

times split in sevens as this is the way

all true in the same 

for a thousand more till the end 

until that time you will have to fend

change can come in Good foundation ways 

let go of spite and See the May


Once in a great crescent moon

we call hither and yonder

tongues call the same name

you might think it farther

there all around 

signs you should no more ponder

Inshallah

 






Thursday, September 12, 2024

The Golden Rule

 




I feel like I've been gone and also come and brought along spun through the old and popped up somewhere between what is here and there a past of bold yet foretold is true to come.



Angels over head as monarchs fly by

weak men with toothless heads that lie in the stead

This morn I peered into the looking glass

and where there were three there are now four with sprout of sun also in three

the destroyer behind with the pearl dragon at her back

upon holy land she stands for where death walks fire is at hand

the time is still at five till nine

till the key is turned

and we start again



In truth I'm appalled not surprised as I heard a woman shrill she wanted the kill, of the babies that were made as an after thought of delight, but workers unite for the right to keep on working...so you don't have maternally leave and then decide family is the way to be because when you get old who will look after thee? So treat your child fair and they in turn will grow to be right.

I digressed, I was actually going somewhere but I get caught in prose. 

Watching Harris demand the right to kill the unborn was that of a religious fanatic, a fundamentalist. The fundamental=base line is the right to kill babies, and yes, they do partial birth abortions in 9 states; I don't know about New Zealand, Australia, Germany, but I know in the UK it's against the law to pray in your head for the life of an unborn baby. Human sacrifice is the base line=fundamental tenet in their #science religion, where they worship pills and injections, and the rich pay for the unborn baby blood infusions, you didn't know or you think no one would do that? Some one that thinks no one would do that hasn't seen real voodoo yet, but you are going to. 

When you hear a head on a screen say, "yeah, but we can all agree that we have more in common than we don't." They are implying that the murder of unborn babies isn't that important when in actuality those that support the murder of unborn babies have no morality with which to stand in Goodness...baby sacrifice (so you can get on with your life, go back to work or school) is wrong; you are who you hang out with, you become who you emulate.

Oh, and when someone decides to argue that wrong* is subjective, you should punch them in the face and then ask them if it's subjective.  




Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story





Human beings are property, careful with whom you call out your owner with words and deeds.




Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Running Post



9:48am
Is this a countdown?

34. 33. 32. 

Most people can't imagine a world where if you wanted to do something you just did it. 
Most people don't plan a thousands of years into the future.

9:58
I'm just noting

29.

I wonder...electromagnetic spectrum groups


10:10
September 29th is Michael mass 


10:38

17.


How many religions have been distorted for excuse? 


10:40

Accept the science* without question 


10:43

What if you found out what you had been practicing was not goodness but excuse for evil?


11:57

Sometimes numbers get in the way of seeing the whole.


1:02

52. 46.

Peaceful protest was a psyop


1:55

46. 21. Cross 21. Out

From concept to action...for the military industry it's about 40 years...that was then...we should be dealing in exponentials by now.





Sunday, September 8, 2024

Modernity is Poison

 



Here's a mind dump spun from a song sung by a polymath and whistled back to me

What people believe moves them. 

Why did they pick Kamala? 

Why do people think their speech is free* on X bought with pretend money by the guy that gets people from earth to the space station for this great nation; is it numbered and sorted? I'm not saying I'm not for space travel, mars, and such...these times are information war fare times where regular people are distracted by a balloon in the sky as the satellite up yonder captures you eating a hot dog, Chicago loaded at Lowes, and they can hear you chat with Ronnie as he asks you how you like your Elk Sausage as they* choose a memory for you as you scroll through your social media and you get a ting of nostalgia that takes you away from reality or into temptation. This is what critical thinking actually looks like.   

See the disguise under the mask wrapped in a lie or is it the truth hidden in the open; can you discern the in-between? It's a strange place to thread a needle left handed when the old way was right.

Why does anyone believe what a State official expert says? I really want to know. 

As Bret Weinstein travels from podcast place to YouTube special space disguising a very important September 29th date. Did I hear his brother Eric say, 'I only went on Rogan at the request of Rogan' ...Terrance Howard and the 8th dimension squared by 2" Terrance's Angel is an algorithm fed to him. 

Be contrary is what I hear; it's a lifestyle for me dear. 

I wonder how many of the Dead Sea Scrolls or Nag Hammadi Library codices are fakes written after World War Two to push and pull and what if none are? Eternity is like Open Space on Trantor to a person with out God as I hear chatter of some thinking dying is a problem.

That Crooks guy shot Donald Trump and it's not a story any more. ...and the SS/FBI let him. Ramaswamy says gut the bureaucracies. can we put criminals, real ones, where they should go? Real life check, the US government is the largest employee in the USA, contractors and postal workers count in statistical data collection, wanna pop an economy? will the bureaucracies let this certain death happen or when someone threatens to take your lively hood away do they fight back?

How many dimensions can you see? 10564 0r 10456

I hear war drums in all of them. 

Why? modernity is poison 

 



Be still and Listen

One day I will tell you a story 



everything matters and everything can change ...on the turn of a dime, or however much it costs now.


if you can touch something you can move it, everything is matter, from light to sound and everything all around. 





Take a deep breath in, nothing is what it seems and it's way worse than you think. 






Saturday, September 7, 2024

Pop the Line

 


The water on the top of her brow stayed in place as she spun out of time into the circle of all the minds eye

A cloak before her, flags of all nations sewn in one, where the the petals are the leaves and the flower hard to see

Long corridors, one, two are left and right eleven though in front of times that could be and one with many behind.

Her black and white oxfords tied tightly around her feet, the old crow peered heartily into the nows of all the places of circles in rows. The time to pop on the line was in-between the stars. 

Heavy words stagnated in space and filled the air, the hate was compounded with fear, once free cats hanging from trees, whispers on lies it's what got them there.

It looked like the clock stopped ticking at five to nine.










Thursday, September 5, 2024

Star Date: Five, Nine, Twenty Twenty Four

 

I re-write this to not just mark it a point but to one day hit the mark right on the spot.


This is not the day of the title, this is a day in someone's real life on a plane not everyone walks or sees. 

This bit of a story takes place in spot of a corner between here and there...It was August in the mountain town, the sun was setting and the dry air was a perfect 78 degrees Fahrenheit. When the wind blew you could smell the smoke of burning timbers or brush somewhere, it could have been coming from arson fires of Canadian churches or homeless camps in town, of which there were many and more growing of both. 

The dark red truck with out of state license plates slowed down and pulled up just behind the man tending his front yard garden, parking in front of the driveway. It was a modest home in the middle of town, or was a it a city, now? Not even September and almost 30 homicides already. In 15 years so much had changed, up north of the town where nothing was before now home plots sold for almost a million with hardly a spot of land to keep and neighbors to watch your every keep. It was also where carjackings would happen but news of such events would only make it into one of the 6 or 7 government operated information sites, because in truth they knew no one had time to scour them all, or would even assume they weren't getting all their information they needed to know from a correct source, if they cared at all or could even have the ability to recall that something had happened, the memories had gotten so short. After the pandemic it was obvious there were large swaths of people that had no inclination to question what they were told. There had been a murder of a woman in her home a few weeks earlier and not a peep had been heard since about the who. A shoot out on a random corner was often heard of and in some stores almost everything was locked behind glass and if it wasn't someone that knew they wouldn't get in trouble came in a took what they wanted and woe was anyone to stop them. Whole sections of cities had been taken over by roving gangs. The City, State, and Federal bureaucracies and those with titles near their names had passed laws to keep things secret and any one questioning their abilities to do their j.o.b., ethics of any nature, or reasoning was subject to the scrutiny of the all seeing watchful eye and some more woe for those those that associate with 'enemies of the state', of which was anyone that disagreed with 'them'. The weather was great, the crime was out of control.  

The middle aged man stood on a step stool pruning the fruit, turned his head as a large man gets out of the drivers side and approach the fruit trees and comments how impressive they are and how much water they must take, a few I'm from up the road, no, it's not my truck, it's my brothers and then another man gets out of the passenger side all smiles and nice creases and fake how do ya dos. Here a size up was, with a guise of a lie.

It was an odd time for sure when peoples bank accounts had been frozen for not supporting the 'State' thing from bionetic implants, unwanted substances injected, or attitudes of a moment that moved like the cycle of a storm, never satisfied until the moment of violent release. 

The man with the fruit trees a few weeks earlier had hired a needed helping hand, it just so happened that this helping hand was a watched man who had done time for trespassing against the Federal wants and desires and the State of officials had radars of associates well in hand. 

The man with the fruit trees wondered was it the water usage for the visit?...or the raising of the good old Red, White, and Blue?





Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story







They could install her if they wanted. 

They can do what ever they want.

Stop thinking they can't. 















Sunday, September 1, 2024

September Seeds

 


Here we are this September 

A harvest month to remember

Seven in a game of calendar names

when day and night are the same

The moon threads the needle and treats with the sun

weeds will be pulled with the wheat

then sorted by name


She sat at the edge of her chaise lounge, the sun and the moon on her chest, in the shadows she saw the bull lower its head with eleven destroyers calling holy war, and the clock stopped ticking, when seeds could start planting. A high humm in the air with siren calls while ships fly over seeing it all.


Inshallah





Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story





Why was asked do I use the phrase, Inshallah?  It simply and greatly means, "God willing". God gave me free will to do as He saw fit, but I also will nothing, only God makes happen.