Soth Sayere

 

What was left of the leaves in the underbrush moved as if in the wind but a solid group of being moved swiftly then mellowed its pass, then it meandered some. The lanky trees around narely tilted their heads. It waited to brush by life. 

It’s the end of November and there is a bite the air. A couple of National Guards ‘folk’ were badly injured yesterday; today is Thanksgiving. A caliphate has grown right before everyone’s eyes  and when you say something about it they mostly nod their heads but there is horror behind their eyes. Today we feast Thankful for our blessings, this is the American way.

I pondered the other day with my minds eye the many futures that will be coming our way, all at the same time.

Be still and listen 

One day she will tell you a story

The battleship grey cinder block school building was brightly coloured inside, as a golden glow wrapped itself around everything inside. She had just received instructions for degree, Communications it would be. A hollowed sound cleared her head as she travelled to the gold square through circles and spirals that hung in the air.

E-kur

 

The fresh smell of mint was in the air, the sound of the water gently flowing nearby cooling the air and the grounds green and fresh. 

Nehushtan נחשתן

 

That metal thing someone worships shaped as a snake made by Moses and next to them they symbol of Gods wife, Gods take wives. Why do people dismiss old stories, is it scary that it’s probably true. There is still only one God that being true. 

Mozart

 

Brain dump time…

It was an interesting time the years Mozart wrote, the world was changing before their eyes, it was a true moment of intellectualism, the birth of a Nation, 'By the people, for the people', never had a thing happened but they did it and smiled their blood for this new Nation of Free people; they would eventually come to clear thought to no more slavery, as it never added up to anything through out history for those that were the slave, and all peoples have been slave to someone somewhere, we all own it, its not to be emulated. This was an age of reason until in France they made a bloody mess. 

Sanitation they had no clue as they lived like animals all dressed up and could do fancy tricks, he died when he was 35 five.

Here we are again, swimming in the same stream at a different level of time, except our magicians find ways to hide us and or take us to space, another new world. In the midst and on the cusp of something excruciatingly frightening, because we are not in the age of reason or intellect, religious wars all around us. 

The wolves are starting to gang up.

Saturnus Baal Hammon

 

There was a time that peoples from far off lands would sacrifice their children to what ever god name you give it. They killed them all for something they worshiped that they felt the need to sacrifice one of their own (the Norse also used to do this) but this one and that did it to stop a calamity of some sort or another. Some didn’t believe that people would sacrifice one of their own for a future they did not desire in hopes said sacrifice would pave their way. 

Hannibal means ‘gift of Baal’.

They threw their children in to cauldrons of fire, only bones left.

The Romans sacrificed some Greeks and another but not of them, something not done but heard of from times gone by, and they gave them to the earth.

and then Carthage was wiped off the face.

Can you imagine the times Paul (buried outside the wall) lived in, the Romans had conquered again, and the second temple had been leveled. 

Mary had seen the city of Sepphoris, little bird, be leveled once and her sons had helped rebuild it. She had lived so much rebellion and so many horrific prices paid. 

There weren’t supposed to be any human sacrifices. 

There are these strange cults of these days where many believe a human sacrifice was made for them: be it the man on the cross or the baby in the way, and it’s always for their sin.

I’m not saying God doesn’t forgive but when you give all that their/ere is but what that is is someone else, gather God is all. 

As the season of the sticks starts to rise the underbrush bright green with fresh growth kept warm by the tall tree trunks now bare. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Alchemy, where we take one thing and make it into another.

A1א

 

I’ve been thinking of the Alphbet of recent years and what the letters mean, as everything has a triple meaning when done correctly, if you can add another well then there is more to clue. 

Alph, the ox that meant so much to till the ground and pull the weight for man. It was A א 1. 

“I know that I hung on a windy tree, nine long nights, wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin, myself to myself, on that tree which no man knows where its root run, and then I began to bear fruit, and to know many things, to grow and well thrive: word by word I sought out words, deed by deed I sought out deeds.” An old Norse Edda poem. 

Shin/Sin

 

I like a nice clean slate, one that you earn with hard work and tender keeping knowing a slate can not stay clean without rigorous care and no slate is ever clean when we get it.

We toil with the trouble to make a clean spot knowing free will runs the big show as the mud splashing as the waters fall from the heavens or streams of runoff waves forming contours in the clay spiraling sideways as its it’s knowhow.

In truth free will gives us one choice move after another but only one at a time in how we move. It’s a dance with the rest of humanity and you have to decide where to put your next foot, ש or ש.

 Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story 

When you learn the dance and achieve good order it becomes effortless unless someone joins the party and decides there’s going to be a breakdance competition. 

Klayptein

 

They’ve kept it all covered till now, the truth of what those in the past understood where here others make mock of that which they don’t understand. 

I heard someone say, “The real ones, the ones that come from old family lines, they don’t tell you what they do, they just do it, those are the ones you should be scared of.” Probably a paraphrase, and mostly true but there are always exceptions much like free will. 

When people glean in front of an idol they seldom see the golden calf. There is a carving of Jesus on Palatine Hill in Rome of a graffiti Jesus on a cross with the head of a donkey and a Roman soldier stands by saluting him. It says, ‘Alexomenos worships his god’. May I explain that there is only One or can I just say it and leave it hanging.

I wonder what Jesus would think if he were here today, not just the abundance of atrocities absurdities but how a consensus of clergy/scientists did what was told of them by their ruler and declarer of their death moment if they didn’t do as told, at the Council of Nicaea so long ago when they made a man for you to worship instead of one God. So much has gone wrong since a different group declared his death paid for you; much like you paying for another’s sin, it doesn’t work that way. 

Once you start to walk his path you see that there is still yet another. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story 

We are invisible to sight

We move through light away from sight

No motion detected, no bumps in the night

Th Golden Egg

 

It’s the 11th month of twenty, twenty five. 

The rewards of life were not lost on Mary, her sons were gone, taken from her by demons born of women, their fathers devoid of reason. Her first one to be taken as she gazed upon as his bodily fluids dripping from him as his life force bled away would become an idol although those that followed would not be on the same True path but one of folly. 

It was something she had grown up with as a young girl and all through her life, crosses bearing those that stood up for the truth. She had watched the city on the hill burn to the dirt and her sons had helped rebuild it, as Masons do from the sturdy ground. They wore their God with no shame, a problem for thieves of the sheep, calling themselves Shepherds of the pasture, the animals following blindly into the nothingness.

It’s today again, the past is still happening, people following systems when given a false way out. ט

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Michael rose from the air…

I have twelve minutes; eleven now. There is reward for living a good life instead of one of excuses and fake forgiveness. If I were to build a religion I would explain and teach we make these rules for the betterment of all because bad behavior is should be shunned and those that take the trait of evil behavior removed from Terra. Three minutes; one now, making stuff up; this is what we all it these days partially observable Markov decision process.