The power of the pale horses, pulling beds of gold, could be felt deep underground as they made their way over rocks and meadows, through leafless stick tree strewn gullies and open hills evergreen, always mission, star and sky over head.
Life stood by her Father's garden patch, organized in lines, different from her Mother's which were spirals everywhere, feeling the ground rumble to life under her black boots for work, three inches from her knees, golden overalls, and a long sleeve black shirt, she was waiting for her brother to arrive. The rumble of the earth took her back in time and days recalling the creature caught under her steeds tread, the head intact and the mind unmarred from the out but knowing the horror within as Death just stepped on it without a whim and they were aware; you hope the mind has a quick shut off signal in the time of life when it become death, so the pain and horror doesn't stick around.
Her blood stained tunic stuck with her soul,
an Angel attendant of war.
Life was in time for God's other children, who were on their way with an allotment of fresh gold/manure in the beds they were pulling, more shit to go around. Life's job was to spread said shit after it was mixed with fresh wasted matter, that was never wasted, per the instructions from her brothers, sisters, and elders and let it cook slowly, '3 by 3 will work, 4 by 4 is best', she recalled her Fathers words.
In lines it would be in her Fathers garden, Life would spread said shit perfectly and then she would hide said shit from the soun with leaves she had gathered and sliced meticulously, bagged to rot for this very day, moons earlier.
In spirals her Mother garden said shit would go, placed on the ground and then spun in down with nothing to hide, her shits been spun.
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"Hey Olive..."whispered the old round man, his thin work worn shirt covering his ample well fed body and his suspenders carrying the full weight of his trousers and his special black shoes that on one foot could contain his exoskeleton. When he was in his youth his leg had been caught in a machine and his ankle was hallowed out on one side and made it weak, so with aid he walked. Olive was always curious and wondered if it made it hard for him to walk, she never heard him complain or say he couldn't do something because of it. It was no big deal that his ankle was out of whack and he had to use a hack, he was a proven man and Master of his domain; also known as 'grandpa' and if he didn't have a special name for you, your name was 'Charlie'.
Olive was in a red wagon lined with pillows and blankets to make the lanky girl in a body cast comfortable while her leg fixed it's self, her legs coated in white plaster sticking out with a rod between her feet she was captured, a prime audience...
"What Grandpa?" Olive whispered back to her grandpa that she hardly ever saw and loved visiting. She would watch him do his morning routine of stretches and leg movements, grapenuts and prunes that made his body work till the end even if his sight didn't, he had trust worth hands to guide him.
"Did I ever tell you how I'm gonna get my rocket into space? I'm gonna use horse apples."
Olive always thought that was going to be an interesting thing to see, she liked rocket ships and always wanted to know how they worked (planes and helicopters too) and she was sure at a very young age her grandfather was feeding her a pile of (bull)horse shit/chit8/apples because he thought it was funny and the irony was that one day she would know how rockets work/fuel systems management/containment, vector angles for motion, and never forget maintenance, all because her grandfather tried to sell her some horseshit when she was a kid and she knew it was not true and still funny as they giggled together...One of his great grand sons is an areo space engineer/computer programmer that designed a tracking device with an instrument they said wouldn't work and it turned out it wasn't any horse shit, it really works, and he doesn't need a player piano because he is one. Then she added a bit to make the story more beautiful so you could see the touch of God all around you. Olive's son had been born in a small fishing village on the coast of Korea and had been taken care of and loved by a family until she could reach him. Olive had been well schooled in the sun source, from Korea to Egypt and all the way down to Peru and then up and back again Japan too. She prayed every day she could show the world her children's real mother's grace.
Those that think/thought themselves to be the kind that shielded the child predators ...
How do humans unlearn the ways of life and death and that of nature where regular normal people don't understand that yes, animals talk to each other and the bird does see who feeds them, just as the cat that brought you the unmarred mouse as a gift see how you walk about this planet which is where they also reside. When the modern scientists/white coat person of the day, 'teaches''tells''learns' you from whence you came as they sell you a snake oil that will waste you away pray tell what does a witch woman say?
...and she snapped that nat away...
So many people want the easy hack, the gain without the work, they think they 'know things', the short cut to the easy way; the pill to take away the pain of reality, the shot to take the need of control away, the dunk in the water as a symbolic 'rebirth', with no ability to see that the people in priestly religious white coats have taken away from mothers and babies the sacred right of birth. PoP. These days the snake oil white coat salesman/administrator/high priest/practitioner starts off instructing the mother already caring for her child to induce factory manufactured products that inform via messaging(signaling) incorrect instructions to the system manager (brains of mother and child), then they schedule the birth and induce birth by giving false signals(Protagladin E with a tiny 2 (PGE2) for dilation to magically happen via a synthetic factory made poison/instruction/signal then when that doesn't happen they go in for the all important, "saved the mother and child's life" (to say anything other is sacrilege) with a cesarian section, precise incisions into the mother to retrieve the precious child from the mothers uterus, never a last squeeze hug good by and a trip through the first human passage of life," I'll be with you on the other end" signal for the heart to close that one valve on the right(?) so the lungs can start working (instead they give the child (Protagladin E with a tiny 2 (PGE2) because some babies need the signal that it is being born because the body of the baby doesn't know what it is doing but the childs brain understands signals and the priestly white coat snake oil salesman/health administrator (primary care giver they often call themselves) doesn't care about the health of the mother and baby, just that it can keep selling false signals to the brains so the body doesn't work properly any more....make sure you get that well baby check up...(Protagladin E with a tiny 2 (PGE2) it also your over the counter baby kill pill. It's also not recommend for women that have had C-sections, now can we talk about osteoblasts...then lets talk about feeding your child NSAIDs, it's ok to feel some pain.
In a shaky voice, "Well maybe we should do another lung scan? You just had a lung scan and it came back normal, maybe we should do another one...here are some inhalers, I don't know if these might help or not." of a person that has no answers and looks at a data chart of other people, not the one in front of them that is totally different then the ones that make up the 'data points', as they are also all completely different from one another...and she thinks she's a doctor of medicine but she's really actually causing harm to real live people in her Best way.
They need to completely stop all the dna and rna manipulation, you wonder where the cancer is coming from so they can cure you, you wonder where the aids came from so they could cure it. You wonder where mustard gas came from so they could use it on you. you wonder where where agent orange came from so they could use it on you. you wonder where covid came from so that they could use it on you then they could cure you for life and keep curing you, as they slowly sever the vagus nerve from the management system.
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After wars those that went often come back shells of their former state, unable to fathom the truth of human nature. The women they return to which they had left to tend the children and homestead, those that tended to the wounds of the warriors sometimes are told they are not sane because they tell those around that have not seen what they have and those in the comfort of their warm bath with an icy beverage watching their arena sport on a screen, fat and unable making life and death decisions for those that are able, because they just want more. In war the real harm is often done by hacks, thinking there is an easy way out. In real war, not Smedleys money racket kind, a true commander knows, leave no life behind and be quick about it.
E.J., Doug, Randy, a few Dave friends of mine, Rambo, those that knew me in passing and then found me later too, sometimes it's not the name of the human that they were that is called in to matter, it is the truth that they were and their Death turned to matter for in Life I was with them. Those that know me, know this is real and true a fact that can not be undone or taken away except by the grace of God do you get an escape route.
When the people around you tell you, it's everyone else that is the problem and not you, you are always the problem you need to fix and there is no magic pot(S)ion from the snake oil sales man can sell you that tells you are not the problem, so all is forgiven.
What is evil?
Evil is what another human does to a living creature
that draws out pain for as long as it can
as it watches the living creature get weaker
pretending to help them the whole time.
