Your Authentic Self

 

In my loudest voice I can muster from the depths of my soul, 

"Can we have all the people that think themselves intelligent and think they know what's going on to gather around?"

"Thank you, I didn't know so many of you would show up. I appreciate all of you."

"Can you hear me in the back alright?"

"Good, please always forgive my long windedness, crassness, and odd behavior here and there, and please embrace my love and passion for words, meaning and truth. We have a very large problem and it is a subject matter most do not want to discuss in truth."

"It's the language you have to take back."

"If it is fake, it is not authentic."

I'm realizing that you either might not realize what it means or not know how, also you might not, unknowingly and out of 'politeness' through the years, gotten into the habit of following along. We used to call it 'politically correct'. They suckered you and you fell for it.

Some are aware slightly, others use filters to hide themselves from truth.

It's genital mutilation, not gender affirming care. That is an easy one; that, that is how far they have taken it.   

Here is an easy angle to grasp...honestly I am not trying to sound bitchy, this is actually just the way I am.

"If it is fake, it is not authentic." 

Please take constructive criticism constructively and don't get angry and put boundaries up to those that love you, so they tell you the truth so you don't look a fool in the real world. Something I tell my children, 'people that can not take constructive criticism don't have true growth ability'.  

We have a massive problem because of this language issue. 

What can you do? 

The use of filters on your devises and avatars that are fairies, as you search for your authentic self in a lie. 

"If it is fake, it is not authentic."

You can know through these words that when you say you are disconnecting from the real world, and getting away from it all when you turn to your screen that you are connecting into an unreal world, with real world consequences; so they change the language to fit the lie.

You have to use correct precise verbiage 

not pussy foot around subject matter.

"If it is fake, it is not authentic."

Women that wear fake eyelashes are emulating men that dress up as women and make fun of them dressed as whores. It's precise language we need. I get it, I'm vain too but when I make a point and feelings get in the way because you think I called you a whore or that you look like one, well it's the old adage you are who you hang out with, or emulate. Do you know what 'emulate' means? A Quick Look up, "match or surpass"- they haven't changed that one yet. They changed 'babygirl' though. 

Good job language arts. I'm not snickering. A person thinking them selves modern these days finds it acceptable trait to use words opposite their meaning, then redefine said words.

I watched a man in a uniform dress of Space Command address a room and insisted that people no matter how uncomfortable it is for them to use someone's preferred pronouns...so stunning and brave. He is a lie by all means of truth.

"If it is fake, it is not authentic."

Be still and listen

One day you will figure it out

piece by piece take it apart and then you will see the whole

A lie is a lie is a lie. Good Christian friends that call your selves by my name...the devil has arrived.

You don't like that word the devil? Or evil? Your authentic self that consists of a lie is where he wants you.

Fabian Warfare

 

This is how it is done. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story 

Uttu

 

A Titan did stand and sing

"Uttu, go now and lay our eggs under skins."

A beauty with many eyes of green

she walked through time

8 legs

to feel the Sees

Pinion Spin

 

A face so round with pinions a spin did sing

"Send the Pixie deep into the gears"

The tiny creature with big ears

6 fingers here

6 fingers there

spun her self to flight

fire she swept around her

a light so bright

Hercules Wings

 

The Eagle turned and sang,

"Give Hercules wings and take flight."

There before her a creature so large wings sprouted from his back. 

Unfurling them Hercules took to the sky above 

 under his new form 

fire did rain

Filia Dei

Golden Sands In The Machine 

(This is not a title, it is.)

The time has come, one eye to See, as it was said to be, from the mountains to the sea feet planted, the order came, lift to flight.

Moisture encapsulating her, droplets of matter swirled in the space she was. On the snow white earth she walked, bare of foot her prints left behind. Her raven wings unfurled and as she soared, she left her feathered wing death print behind.

God's Good Children about to meet on mon, from far and close it is. Where far and close do not exist and time is not. 

With a rush of vigor she landed and moved with purpose, feet bare still so she could feel the golden ground beneath her, warm to the touch, her raven wings folded in behind her. Around her neck she wore a basket made of gold, filled with raw stones from deep within Terra; a reminder of those she was representing at this court. 

All different matters of Gods Good Children had gathered in the place where time stood still.

The Cardinal was first to sing, draped in purple, gold and scarlet. 

"Our Heavenly Father has said we shall hear our Earthly sisters voice, then with purpose we shall move"

This was not a place for hearing, it was for singing; siren songs filled the air. 

The Raven Witch, with feather grey, from the north began her say, a song you would hear but her kindred would not hear a song, they would See the way as she sang.

"Long ago on the plain Our Father placed us we lived a life in an age of innocence, an age managed with equilibrium. We had been given a gift of no anguish nor fear, with but one rule, 'do not eat from the fruit of knowing'. Alas we ate and lost our way when counseled by our brothers and did give birth to children of such horror as we watched them consume all in their path, from the fruits of hard labour to our Good children born by our mothers. 

Bound and chained you did make our brothers of disobedience, their voices seeping from the earth deep where you did put them. Another challenge yet for us to over come to keep them from compelling us in their miss deeded ways. 

Intervention here and there, from the times of waters from the earth rising so we could start again. From times of towers built so to reach our Father with one voice we spoke, and then to tumble with a rumble, because we were to be many.  

Our Father then did give us Good guidance for the freedom we so desired. That freedom came with toil and trouble as we had been given an animal status much different than you. Our Fathers design from that time was to learn to overcome our self. Events then and now have taken place as man made clocks do tick on Terra that we have been graded against as separates and as whole. Choices each our own to be ordered Good and bad, and judgment we would know as we passed in to.

Many ages have come and gone and grow in surrender the children of Terra have not. The grumbles from the under are no longer. They that were bound and chained are freed and evil has been released. The time of the child of light is upon us and our duty to un seal the burdens of time is upon us. I have ushered the Word, per our Fathers wants."

The vibration of the thunder you could not hear as pillars of fire landed before them, the matter was connective and felt all around, her skin pulsed.

The lion head roared his song, "Then into the nothingness many will go by Our Fathers will and in the heavens our brothers and sister we will find!"   

Where The Secret Sauce Is Made

 

Take a left then circle back to the ridge of the oak.

Be still and listen

One day you will find it

How many poisons have they made there?