“We shatter the foundations Of all You hold dear So we can Build Back Better Without having to clear The land In preparation for the grand plan ….clap your hands Out there In the grandstands….!”
It’s the same old Story From the same ole Stage There are no limits To the Wars that are waged There are no moments In this programmed plague That come unbidden From the goldenCage
“Repent for your sins, God has smitten you down!” Scream the voices from The Blue watchtower..:: As Red Blood floods In this sacred Hour (It’s Now or Never… The takeover is clever…. Engineered fear Dressed up like Heaven)
……..but that is bullshit
….just twisted political Bait from the pulpit….
As any Fool knows The Mother is always blamed Shamed and Tortured again While the wraiths in the Ivory Tower Shower the land With powerful bands Of electromagnetic powers That were seduced into this Realm A shadowy summons from the Hidden Hand…..
When the blind intellect Becomes deluded With its own Pretense of the throne It terrorizes the Body And the blood and the bones It has lost its grip On the soul Just a sinking ship On a timeline that slips Further each day Into the arms of sweet decay.
“ calm down silly people …::::: we are sending help…… We’ve been building the lies We are preparing to sell…. We will make you beg for what we have in store One little knock On one little door One Little Rock on one little shore Is all it takes ……. When the levee breaks And the New Grid Goes Up
The Eye of the Storm stares From the panopticon EMP bursts from the pentagon Playing with power DisAster decreed from the Tower Of Babylon As Death of Stars seed terror In declarations of War As seas bear the burden Of blame Spewing forth the wind and the Rain Bred from the electromagnetic NanoGrid that surrounds This mainframe Now What a sinister Game To Play As red blood is shed on a chessboard of mud And death Of communities No Geodetic immunity In the mountains There The blue tears of well greased gears Demolish the roads That lead out of here Into where Mirrors shatter And the manufRactured floods Leave lives tattered And bare We all share this Destiny We all Carry this blessed cross Through eternity…. The Puppeteers are drunk On spoiled wine…… Unleashing the genies From their techno-vines That strangle the hearts and Strangle the minds Of the brethren The sacred kin The flesh family that stands within The prison yard Electromagnetic barbed wire Prizm Guards In Fields that starve The Cells Thick syrup blood coagulatio Forgets how to flow Clots and Rots in veins That know No longer How to bleed free Woven enmeshed with nano-borg Bio-Tech Tissue in flesh Like marionettes Dancing to frequencies Spewed out in dissonant alphabets That speak decrees Against the sovereign Bioluminescent human blueprint…: Saturated wet We are Filled with regret for the loss of Our blessed Will….. Dangling from the Nous Of the fiery Wheel That bears the cross Of the broken spokes That speak in broken codes That have forgotten How to Feel. Stay Strong my Friends. This Next Level of the Game Is getting Too Real…. The Script is All Set To Be ReVeiled.
GeoEngineered Nanospheric Tears That flood And break blood with the brethren It’s a fantastic mask of the Weathered Lens A drastic attack on all sense As the minds Of men Totter on the fence ‘It all depends on where you begin” To See The Eye of the Storm opens Wide At Sea The Shutter flutters at warp speed To ravage the masses… Its a haunting hell that smells of deception Taunting the dwellers In the realm of perception Where landslides tear the minds In two Rip the fabric of Time as the Rivers Rise Steered by the gears And fed by the tears and bleeding hearts Within this atmosphere Of false gods and false starts…. ‘Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear The falconer The center cannot hold Things fall apart’ Right on Time and Left In Space The BodyPolitik.All Race Speeds through Like floodwaters unleashed By occult forces of unTruth And abuse ….the slippery noose that tightens Upon the neck of youth And age As modern day slaves break loose And spill their rage Upon the blank page of cyberNous. It’s what happens You know When the blind intellect thinks it reigns Supreme Demiurgic surges from rains Seeded at sea In Frequencies that feel real But fail to bleed With the bodies needs Cut off from the heart of the human Creed Grasping for the apple with a rotten Core One byte away from an open Door In-Between This World and This Dream As the floodwaters recede And set in place The next stage managed scenes As the Raven quoth ‘Nevermore’.
(Disembodied Terror/ Magical Happenings and Self As Antidote- Consuming the Snake)
Dreamtime Feb 28, 2009
I am asleep and can hear B outside in conflict with a big mob of young people who are drinking and making noise and being destructive. I get up and look out the window, and eventually go downstairs. They have been fighting and hassling. I open the back door and say ‘Thats it’ really angry, and I throw and stone into their crowd in the street and it hits someone, but they see me close the door and then know who it is that has thrown it. I run upstairs, suddenly afraid of what they will do. B has gone somewhere and I am alone in the house with Oisin and I feel insecure and unsafe. I see someone climbing on the wall to get into the house. I look out the window and then someone throws something in ….they are targeting the house and me now. The next thing I know I am in the bed sleeping next to Oisin, and I feel a presence….unseen….and I am terrified. It is sucking me down the bed toward an invisible hole or something. I can feel the energy and palpable terror as I try to fight the pull. I am afraid for Oisin too. It seems to suck me to the door/wall and I know I am powerless in relation to this immense energy, whatever/whoever it is. At some point I am telling B about the dream of the kids and the terror, as if I have woken up. Then I am in a car with a man who I have met and feel in sync with …he is older and somewhat familiar. He seems to belong to some group that I have befriended. B and I are at odds and he has pretty much dissed everything I tell him matters to me. I feel so angry and I want to get away, so I go with the man. There is something about a girl, familiar either in Waking Life or in Dream, and we both somehow come to realize with are on the same ‘Mission’. The man and I are supposed to eat dinner with her and her parents but something happens and we are really late. When we turn up, with Oisin, Oisin is really wired and running around and I feel self-conscious and that I am offending her parents because they seem quite ‘proper’. He walks right off a table at one point while I half-catch him before he hits the floor in such a ways that it makes it look like no big deal. The girl and I are in in her room then, but we leave to meet the man at a pub or somewhere. We sit down at a table with some people There is a blonde girl who arouses my rage and I punch her and get into a spat. We are waiting for the owners of the place to leave with us. Then I am with the girl again, in her room, and there is an assortment of objects on a table. We are trying to do something shamanistic, and I turn into a Bat and she is something else. It has to do with the objects on the table. I fly out, in a bat-like manner, conscious of the quick flapping motion of my wings. It is hard to remain in flight however. We feel compelled to figure out or do something that has spiritual/ magical undertones and involves the girls parents too. There is a scene where I am hanging from a ledge in water or some other substance and asking for help up…saying “please help me!”. There is one scene where I am with Oisin and we are walking and I see a timber rattlesnake…a small fat one …and I run over to protect him. I end up grabbing it and have it in my hands. I feel I must consume it for some reason. As I am holding it I bite down on its belly and it lets out a loud squeal, then I crush its head in my fingers and take a bite out of it. It has a magical feel to it. There is another rattlesnake that seems to jump and bite Oisin in the face but we dont pay any attention … It is as if I consumed the snake in order to use it as an Antidote to any potential harm it could bring to Oisin. I end up describing the experiences to the girls parents. They are amazed.
It’s all by design Mmmmmkkkkk? Ultra decay In the blue light cascade..,, It’s Dope Yo, I Mean No way to play the game Without knowing What’s glowing Inside your brain..:: Roll up the sleeve They say Rape the vein As the stains reign Supreme Stare at the screen As the blue light screams In vain
My mother is calling and I never tried to hear all my life I have lived in fear of fear seeing only red the color of blood watching only for the rain to cleanse everything with mud I have been waiting for so long just to find you here waiting so many years wanting nothing but to torture you- into loving me.... my deepest , darkest fear is that you will not know me that you will pass me by... and then my eyes will cry but not me.... for my heart is not a heart at all it is but a mass of sorrow mixed with blood... and now I am waiting for the filth cleansing mud.
Somebodies old socks have torn and I never meant to be a bag with a hole in it- not the least bit of cares but a worry undutiful to the mind with your beefcake junksters riding in the passenger seat and you hit the gas no movement as you jerk the wheel across the road your dignity ran (at least you know you had it) but as the wind sweeps and the sun goes down a tiny tear is used to wash my cares and I find a rose under the stairs it has my name on it- like a hero from the movies, a none other than comical character I see that I have been born and my mother eats panty hose to keep her warm in the winter my sisters all laugh and my brothers aren't alive (I never had any) so as I cough up integrity I try to close my eyes without shutting them and I chase away the worry and I don't complain....
Tiger Came to me in Dreamtime Last night Such Presence, Will, Intent
I was close to tiger, Yet Aware Of its immense Power It took my right hand Into It's mouth Playfully , gently, with teeth Penetrating gaze To tell me Remind me I had not fed it, in a long time I knew it could rip my arm off If it chose But it was choosing simply To alert me Of my neglect
I remembered then All Of it Wistful that I had let it go hungry Trying to remedy The situation with Meat
And the proximity Of this fabulous beast To me To my knowing The seemingly Tamed Tiger Pacing Hungry A force of nature Being released From my own psyche Awoke My primal Will
It Was so obvious That the Feeding Was Now In progress
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