Bread For A Reason

 

The heavy thump of drums beat in the background, but it wasn't the sound of music, it was the beat of the rotary blades swirling the wind, the helicopters in formation flew over the grey buildings. 

Act like a patriot. Yeah America. 

If New Yorkers or Californians don't have to pay taxes that I do then something is not in balance.

The lot is skew.

and all the rest you know the thing 

We were actually founded by alright people that put thought in to the future. It's been eroded with the bill of rights and laws and regulations so a paper pusher can have a job. 

Meanwhile the Pope is an American citizen...the Roman Pope. 

I see I see one world order in front of me. It feels like the Ai already has us trapped. 

On another subject matter I watched a group of people plan and build the end of the world so to follow the words written in true. 

Plans within plans within plans, game theory all comes down to one but I also know Thucydides trap doesn't have to trap.  

I AM

Take the gold pill

Feel the green earth

Watch the cardinal fly by

Butterfly Puddle

 

The platters of grains 

The bowls of sweet tender berries

The sound of an electronic reverberation echoed through the air

stories of shattered planets and gods

 

crystals cut from the same sample (is there a mathematical equation for a vortex pull or some sort...only the cycle is perfection except the 3. 6. 9.  flip the 3 on it's side, slip into the six and out with the nine.

...

Death looked out the window to the scene placed before her, the butterfly puddle perfectly placed. She watched the birds fly the quake in her wake. 

...

It was a hot day near the equator where time moved so slow a modern human would have thought they had landed in ancient Arabian times except they had added decorations to their pawned off from the United States Civil War long guns to their Khanjar cross, that would be the only change beside the few cars and one road. 

"Come on kids!" came the shout from Mrs Batstone, "get in line. It's just a needle, noting to be scared of."

Mrs Batstone, head honcho nurse that stitched all of us up at one time or another, tall and lanky, beautiful with freckles all over and the ladies would joke as they smoked their cigarettes around the pool at the Khanjar Club while we heathen Children jumped and swam in cool waters under a burning sun and played pirate when when ever was our delight. 

This day was not that one.

Under the First Building of the compound surround by a cyclone fence and a gate guard that slept at the gate, all the children gathered and queued. 

The thin needle pierced the skin of the upper arm and she flinched, "it's just a needle" and in that needle was a magical substance, refrigerated and flown in just for us. 

it would make us impervious 

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Have you ever met a rebel? 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

All governments and companies experiment on people...mind, body and soul 

Common Core

 

How do I explain

The military has bases all over the country 

Military bases are hubs of culture 

When in Rome some people like to copy the toga

Hubs are full of spokes and tenticals that easily reach the civilian population to show them the Roman way 

Common core doesn’t work unless it’s actually common much like sense. It doesn’t matter how much you sell it some will never buy it and others want to be seen on the scene and they will make fools of themselves if they are told they are a star. 

Now to another layer from the vision of the soldiers child. 

POMDP 

Let us spin and put our minds in to the war fighters mind of dominance, game theory and how in the realm of the war/human matrix things really move and what is the object destination/determination. 

take apart the word ma trix for a dare

In war there are no guard rails much to the dismay of a normal person.  

destabilize the family a number 1 

create social disorder 

poison bodies and minds of the citizenry through political education and political 'health care'

rape and pilage

neuter the men

spay the women

feed the citizenry sewage instead of clean water promised to them

after 2020 we saw what they* and individuals were capable of...while they prison women with male rapist...

It is so similar to the 're'education camp, Pitesti, even the desecration of Holy places by the rainbow brigade to drink your own waste.

I've said it before but a reminder is due...when I was the Officers Wives Club President at Moody AFB it was sold to Air Forces spouses that common core was good for the children so when as a family they have a Permanent Change of Station to another State the standards would be regulated federally so they didn't have to change grade levels up or down...because education standards would be drastically different in some places depending on...the culture... of the area. The military has bases, forts, stations and such all over the country...are we really one country? I moved to Tennessee from Colorado and we are not one country...POMDB. The standards were lowered to a ninth grade level for high school graduation...no one likes this and some argue with me that this couldn't not be the case but I think through a readers reasonable eyes they can now see the issue. 

I'm not sure of anyones capabilities of back engineering a future but some enjoy a challenge and to do that well you study the past and see all the places everything goes wrong and then you look forward to a difficult complex job as you take into account individuals, followers and leaders, script writers and doers, door matts and wall flowers. 

Change the spin of the hub like we would a centrifuge and let that which doesn't know what to hold on to that's not Good go and make sure there is a strong net to catch the trash so not to poison more. 

Down the road a bit there is going to be a problam0 when the kids see the shit they were fed by state actors, doctors that don't know anything about neutrino but popping Pharma pills to the pharma kids, to the teachers and psychologists...

When are they going to figure it out is my query. 

White Polka Dots Scattered Brightly

 

I live in a matrix where sometimes I shovel chit, although it’s cold till I heat it up.

The witch woman slipped her fresh but old snake shoes over her stockinged feet. The fresh but old snake skin shoes the colour of white carp and an astroid fallen from dark space, her stockings the colour of the flesh of a perfectly ripe avocado with white polka dots scattered brightly about. In the back ground a tune of a polish song of roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of a fun...and zing zing zing...

for the gangs all here

accordions, drums, tubas and more

The time to remove the goat from the star was about to be at the right hand. Under the shadow of the low ceiling of clouds while the sun shone across the wheat filled lands her wings did spread and off she took her snake bag in hand filled with pots and pans. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

The Witch woman scanned the waves saw none going her way so there she did make her own an uncommon clear river under a sea of deep matter.

Inter Alia

 

The water dripped slowly from the spout

Dear Holy Spirit,

    In the process of uncovering the veil over the eyes of the See we found amongst the internal and external issues we knew of a more pressing problem of stacking when the partially observed prediction model doesn't have any awareness of multiple dimensions.

Looking in to the internal that which is contrived won't have the lasting power of that which is honed with time.

As for the external issues explained as a compost pile being slow motion thermo dynamics except it's just rot. 

Your faithful servant

it's in the X

The left hand of God

By the Banks of the Water Trees

 

The lady in the black boots that stopped three inches below her knees waded into the brambles covered in rich black berries for the picking at the edge of the darkened woods. Her wolf hound at her side she watched as the little witch rabbit burrowed near the oak tree that was hard to see in the midst of the ash and dog woods that hid a scene from the sky so those that thought they were gods above.

What names we say that move so slow and quick for us no ways to know. 

a crush of the air

a push of the sea

old seasoned sticks

the iron cauldron whisked

spits of fire to tend

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

In time we See the evil cloak its self in Good.

A story old in time we show again

You can't escape the figure eight 

Hey Charlie though we catch a ride

If you See the snake stand by and watch it eat its Sssssself. 

From lines here and there, and there and there

A diameter and a radius  

colours you can't imagine you could See

a star glows spin

uncloak the glamour bird of prey

I have the ear up of Anubis you say

a whisper and a leaf of green to grow

a place of beauty for him to stay

by the banks of the water trees

a song of birds a job well done

Love mOm