Eden

The fine grains of sand flew through the air curling around in circles, eruptions of tornados scattered as far as the eye could see. 

We walked closely holding hands, I leaned on him and he on me. He was unhindered and unafraid as we moved as one being. The sun was coming over the horizon, golden and bright. Ours eyes burned as we moved toward it together. Our vision was becoming more clear with every step, getting closer to what we knew would await us.

The air changed to a salty flavor. The terrain was transfigured to boulders and rocks jetting out of the earth. Our feet had turned muddy as we plowed through with a duty we didn't understand yet. The water had receded for us to pass but left pools of clear sea we couldn't drink with little fish swimming about.

As we came closer to a new land, fields of tall reeds swayed in a free flowing, gentle breeze.

When we reached the earth above water, soft moss ground cover cleaned our feet and we were free of the dust and sludge. The trees grew tall over our heads until we could no longer see above them. The sun snuck through in beams radiating down showing us the way. We could hear life around us where we had not before. It smelled fresh and pure. Wings of small creatures flew about us gingerly brushing our skin with their softness. 

Terraced steps greeted our arrival. We had to help one another up, they were higher than we could climb by ourselves. They were made for a Goliath. 

The doors were white, speckled with gold and tall made for the Titans to move through. The handles suspended in the middle of the heavy doors were made of the largest stag antlers curved and wrapped in vines of stinging nettle.  

I mounted his broad strong shoulders so I could reach and grab the handle. The nettle burned like thousands of stingers imbedded in my skin. I pulled with all my might to open the door for us...screaming in pain as my skin felt seared. His hands around my waist, he lifted me off him.

With the door opened the threshold beckoned us. We walked through to a place not meant for one man but all men. 

We knew we would be more free than we had ever been but the burden was heavy and we were tired.

The walls were stone and water cascaded down them for us to drink. Bowls of fire kept us warm and the moon full in its glory shown down through the open air above. We could hear howling in the distance and the air hummed enlightenment.  

The pillows were clouds of soft fur that when we fell into them we sank to a place of bright glory that caressed us. The light didn't hurt. It shrouded us with the things we would have to know. To move the future.

My name was Lilith. My job is to hold the Truth uncorrupted and share it for all time. I stand on the shoulders of man kind and guide the way as I was told to do.

The Truth not told anymore is that we left the not knowing and came to Eden and here we are all now. Do you drink of the flowing waters of life? Do you eat the fruits that grow from the ground?

This, today, here, and now we live in Eden if you can see it. 

One day I'll tell you a story

Be still and listen

I'll just leave this here for you

I wish for you to be thoughtful for a moment. 

Step out of yourself and put all your dogma behind. 

You are your own person with your individual thoughts. 

I believe that you are able to do that. 

I believe you do it all the time actually...

Now I'd like to tell you something that frightened me to my core (not really, I'm not worried about me...I'm worried about you.)

I saw rage in someones eyes. Actual real rage...because someone didn't believe in the killing of another Human.

Would you please re-read that? 

There is no reason on this Earth that someone should feel rage over something so vital and important.

Not like this is my idol or book let's burn it. 

A fucking Human being.

This is not a question of Pro-Life vs Pro-Choice. 

Some will think it is and get angry. But...but...but...

No. 

If you have rage over the thought that someone would believe that NOT killing another Human is bad...that shit might be on you.

I don't actually care if you are Pro-Choice or Pro-life. Welcome to fucking 2020;) 

Is it appropriate behavior in a Civil Society to get angry that someone else believes in the sanctity of life?

Or is that a very scary thought?

The Church of Responsibility

 Welcome.

I seriously can't believe it's come to this.

The people that belong to the Church of Responsibility will by their namesake be the first to pay the price.

They lied to you and you ate the rotten fruit and it festered in you. Envy and blame are what you have left. 

When the golden chalice is poured down from heaven what do you think it will look like? For you?

This is me. Kristin

You will find me in Athens, where we know things and if we don't we learn and grow.

Please Stop the Babel

Babbling into The Peoples heads is dangerous. 

Do you know the capacity with which you can control the mind with the Word? or a Picture? 

Everything is being manipulated, most of all You.  

All the Medias hold a power with their lies and false confessions spitting at you with their forked tongue. They have perverted the Truth, spewing Hate and Envy across The Seas.

Humans are following the deception being propagated by All the Medias and Authority figures (politicians, athletes, film figures, and teachers alike)...like it's their religion.

The Media is proselytizing everyday, all day. Loading the air waves with lies like ammunition; the sites, the sounds with everything they want you to believe. 

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One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and said to me, “Come, I will show you the punishment of the great prostitute, who sits by many waters."

You can not hide from the Truth. Giving Individuals authority over others is a dark place. Human Nature does not like this and will fight it. Shine the light bright. The seven lamps are on a guided tour into the most repugnant spaces.  

"No justice, no peace", is the same as "peace through submission". Why are you wearing a mask?

Yes, I understand what I'm saying and I'm saying it in total. If you don't understand ask...the shame comes from not asking when you don't know or understand. Knowledge truly is a power.

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1 Then I saw another mighty angel coming down from heaven. He was robed in a cloud, with a rainbow above his head; his face was like the sun, and his legs were like fiery pillars. 2 He was holding a little scroll, which lay open in his hand. He planted his right foot on the sea and his left foot on the land, 3 and he gave a loud shout like the roar of a lion. When he shouted, the voices of the seven thunders spoke. 4 And when the seven thunders spoke, I was about to write; but I heard a voice from heaven say, “Seal up what the seven thunders have said and do not write it down.” 5 Then the angel I had seen standing on the sea and on the land raised his right hand to heaven. 

6 And he swore by him who lives for ever and ever, who created the heavens and all that is in them, the earth and all that is in it, and the sea and all that is in it, and said, “There will be no more delay! 7 But in the days when the seventh angel is about to sound his trumpet, the mystery of God will be accomplished, just as he announced to his servants the prophets.” 8 Then the voice that I had heard from heaven spoke to me once more: “Go, take the scroll that lies open in the hand of the angel who is standing on the sea and on the land.” 9 So I went to the angel and asked him to give me the little scroll. He said to me, “Take it and eat it. It will turn your stomach sour, but ‘in your mouth it will be as sweet as honey.’ ” 10 I took the little scroll from the angel’s hand and ate it. It tasted as sweet as honey in my mouth, but when I had eaten it, my stomach turned sour. 11 Then I was told, “You must prophesy again about many peoples, nations, languages and kings.”

You would be confused too if you had been told so many lies... With out the ability to discern the lie from the Truth it removes the ability of Individual thought. Ignorance is bliss until you find out you have been eating Soylent Green. You should make a space where you question what others tell you. I'm so fucking serious about this, holy shit people are believing the most absurd things...I know you are smarter than that. I actually believe in YOU. You can no longer go to one left 'news' source and one right 'news' source hoping to find the middle. There is no longer a middle they have declared...

Your Independent thought is their enemy. Like many religions...and Dogmas. 

The Resist movement has concerned themselves with resisting free thought...

"You must obey or we will take your Life, Liberty, and Freedom". By all means they will do just that and have taken the livelihood from others. It hasn't happened to you?...Yet. Your turn will come. They eat their own. Your aren't safe from this disease. None of us are safe from this the True pandemic.

The social shun is real. 

Your commerce is one of their methods. If you don't BELIEVE and REGURGITATE what they have told you, you are the invader into their lies with the Truth. Independent. Free.  

In China, you trust no one. Like it was in the USSR or East Germany before 1989. You know the Wall...that they don't teach about except a sentence here or there? An actual contemporary moment to show mass amounts of people Imprisoned behind a Great Wall. Shot if they tried to escape....To FREEDOM. 

Grace for others is no longer acceptable in their eyes. "They are the Captain now!"-some Somali pirate in that Somali pirate movie. 

We need teachers and thought leaders to guide us. In all my life times I've never seen more unscholarly teachers and figures in authority. It doesn't matter the amount of education you think you have. The Knowing is the key to survival of the Human species and you are retarding Knowledge. That is Evil to me. 

The hand of God is justice...do you really want that?...Are they your God? They seem to want to hand out justice...Justice for what exactly?  Something you did? Or a perception on their part? Dig a little deeper on that one. Equality and Equity are not the same, no matter how often they lie about it. 

I suppose that 'What is God to you?" is a good question here...the Creator of all? Or the life force in you that makes you, YOU, independent from others, self-will, determination, ideas, and the Freedom of commerce?

Everyone believes in a God in the dark of Night.

Don't worry. My Voice can get louder. I'm stentorian. I'll roar if I have to. I'll have my Brother bring Thunderbolts down upon you to get your attention. His name IS Thor. 

(I'm joking Thor, if you read this. I really won't call you into this Battle, or is it War now? But how awesome is it that my brothers name Truly is THOR? Also my Father truly is 'the Lion' and I haven't told one lie in all my stories. Look deep into a parable to relate it to you, please. They've been told through time because of the hazards with which we should heed attention are right in front of us...but it's too bothersome to Know...)

I am Me, Myself and I. I am my Trinity and I see it in You as well. Let that light shine...they will see.

You may read what ever story line you like in my tellings. That is a reflection of you. 

Be still and listen

Padshah

I woke up slowly. I had forgotten my new life...

I had to hide my True self.

    The ground was covered in a ruby coloured carpets with golden strings woven throughout. The sun was glistening through the windows, the gold threads reflecting light across the room bouncing here and there, magically illuminating the darkest shadows. 

The curtains carried the current of the breeze like the breath of life, beginning something big.

    I was the chosen one, hand picked for the King because of my beauty. 

My large almond shaped eyes that the King would fall into for days, lined with a thick black coal. Skin taught and flawless. I smelled of Muhrr, from the farthest regions south ruled by a Sultan, not a King. 

I was just for him. 

    My skirts were made of sheer ivory fabrics loosely attached to a chain that fell low on hips, with little bells that praised my movement. 

    My naked back to him he would have me begin my dance. My arms raised and body still, I picked my hip and the sound of a waterfall filled the room, one side at a time until he was drowning in me and couldn't escape. Then still. One shoulder up and down in circles, arms high and loose, hands dancing with the rest of me. I moved how I wanted. To a rhythm of all my own.

The clinking of my gold bracelets around my ankles vibrated through space and time.

My navel moved separate for my hips, untroubled by what the rest of me was concerned with. 

My belly and hips moved as I controlled them separately and in total. An instrument of mine own.

He feasted at my feet.

 

    He would kiss drops of honey from my belly, suckling at my skin. I knew the way to his heart and soul. I always had something different on the table to feed him. 

A special banquet. 

I was where he could let go and let me have all the control and...

...and he was still and he listened

 My name was Esther. My Tribe called me Hadassah. When I found out the Truth of the harm that would happen to my Family I told the King and saved them to fight another day. Learn my Truth. The story is real.

One day I'll tell you a story

Be still and listen

The Destroyer

*Before you start reading this I must tell you my Mind is something not to get lost in. So pay close attention as you the read the Words.

The Destroyer the 'Book' Series

'The Destroyer' was the first book series my Father gave me to start reading. He wanted me to be engulfed in the written Word. He trained me to stop moving and listen. Listen to what others are saying... listen. My interests as a female are unusual and my Father knows this. I didn't care for the books my mom read. All that romance makes someone imagine that life is something it is not. It's an aggregate mind of mine. Reading is a great way to listen...there is no babel jumbling up thought and getting in the way of the Word. It took a lot of training and teaching to get me to heed. I'm wild aniamal here and I'm still practicing. That's what I say, "I'm practicing something" when someone doesn't understand my motives. I'm over here like a dog seeing a squirrel...I'll run after that shit;). I know I have to focus.  

Chiun: Chiun was from Korea, a Master of Sinanju; The Sun Source. An ancient line of Assassins. He was very old and frail looking. Looks can be deceiving. His method of death was his hands. He was the tool. I also think if he was a real man today he would love the Real Housewives of any city... He was a wise, clean living man.

Remo: He was a cop from Newark, framed for something he didn't do and 'executed'. Remo was brought back from death to save the world.  I shit you not...that is the story in a nut shell but I shall continue anyway...repetition is the key to learning. 

Smith: He wanted something better for the world and had figured out how to fight Evil. The director of Chaos, knowing where to put what, when, and only when it is time. I like to say that watching the sausage being made is not pretty. That's a Truth... The resolve of Good is what Smith was made of.

CURE: A super secret squirrel agency comprising of the three men. The composer, The conductor, and The instrument. If you don't have cogs(?) you don't need to worry about slowing the process of sausage making.

It was all a ploy to work outside of the system. It was a plan for the Good of all. Remo was a smart man with many flaws. No Human is perfect, that's our secret power if you know how to use it, for Good or Evil. Please use it for Good. We have a lot of Evil running amok. He was Shiva reborn. Can you imagine being Shiva..whoooo...thats some heavy shit. You should learn other religions. There are good lessons in everything if you are open to it. 

Master Chiun would train and teach Remo the ropes, as they say. Smith was the giver of assignments. Remo was a man of Human wants and desires...they always get in the way it's our nature, we are part of Nature. The body and mind are incredible specimens when trained correctly and put purpose behind that power and you can be unstoppable. Super Human if you will. They struck down Evil to propagate Good. Rot begets Rot 

 My Father

My Father is a man of Peace, because he knows War. He's seen a lot of stuff.

"Pick your battles", my Father tells me. 

"You can not win every battle." 

"Sometimes you have to go with the flow." 

Not every battle is worth fighting and you have to know that you will lose sometimes. You just have to get back up and fight for what you believe in or know when to let go, walk away...you will learn to fight another day and smarter for it...pay attention to your lessons. 

The everyday battles we choose are often not important. Usually they are misinterpreted moments of feelings we act on. Things we think are injustices, but really not. You can't see the forest because all you can see is the tree. Take a step back. Look at the whole. These sayings exist for a purpose. 

Our Human nature is to struggle when we feel bound. Inside of us all, the Jihad that word is so encompassing and beautiful when used in the correct ways. The outward meaning is different, know when to get up and fight...and what to fight for and when. Which battles we must either engage, or not; know the different tools with which to strike. You fight for Life. You fight for Civil Society against those that want its destruction. 

My Mother and Fathers Garden

My Mother and Father have a big Garden. It takes a lot of work to propagate a Garden and make it fruitful. Hours tending and loving each plant. Making sure they have what they need. Fertilizer, sun, water, dirt. You have to be patient to reap the rewards of what you work on. Things take time to grow. 

Tomato plants and my Fathers philosophy

 When the plants are mature enough he starts pruning.  He knows the fruit will not be nutritious if he doesn't. He is well known in the Family to cut something so far back my Mother worries that nothing will be left. Some of the plants don't survive. They weren't strong enough to know that the challenge of nutrition is that its up to the individual plant to use that what it's been given to use on its own. The nutrition is knowledge, practice, fortitude and the will and the drive to succeed. 

Some will get more sun then others, bugs will live on one plant and not another. Meanwhile my Mother will not accept this bug infestation situation and goes through each plant picking those bugs off. I'm not making this up. It sounds funny but it's very sweet, but not to the bugs. She rubs those bitches out.

My Mothers always gets frustrated pissed off at my dad when he starts pruning the plants. He is a Master pruner culler. 

As they harvest their crop they place all the tomatoes on a large table. They pick them ripe sometimes and others green. It's a fruit than can ripen off the vine. You must be careful and watch them though as they ripen. Some of the tomatoes might get rot it spreads yo, like lies. They throw the rotten ones away asap or they will contaminate the whole bunch. Rot begets rot

Be still and listen

My Father is the Lion that herds the sheep 

Inshallah he keeps napping during the news of the days because my Voice carries. 

Athens Needs YOU

Why is all this happening?

What kind of Pandemic are we really drowning in?

Who is making the rules to contain you? 

Is it big government?

Is it small government?

How many households can meet at once under one roof in your area? (We are at two...as of yesterday....start looking forward in time...snitches be all around) 

What's the reasoning for that restriction? Don't say particles or I'll punch you in the fucking throat.

15 days to flatten the curve still?

Why does the goal post keep moving?

Also who? what? is Athens?

Are they playing a game with your freedom?

Don't sign up here? 

(I really hope Sargon doesn't mind me borrowing this...)

Be still and listen 

Oh...and fuck your mask. My mask is off...what does that even mean?