Are you being Planted as a MonoCulture Crop, made vulnerable to disEase and PestiLance? Hybridized And cloned, temperate-Zoned in the GreenHouse Dome where Golgothas Germ Harvested within the Worms of Farther and Larger Sperm Gardens march toward the Silent Silicon Sunset…. Planted, like Crystals in New CAge shops , spreading the signals and wearing the Sigils as the New Sage Crops Drop like Flies, filing Lies and smiling with Eyes InstaGramatic Sunrise Wines to brought to dine inside the Grapevine? The SCrypt unFolds and holds the crystalline Key, Byte by Byte inside the Body, our Fascia-ish Net holds all the Codes, of all Our Lives as Plants and molds and Silver and gold and minerals Sold like cattle into slavery, taut to tense in Irony, sought like sins in destiny’s grinning Spin in the Toroidal See of Dreams…..Salt of Earth are We, Lost at Sea, Seizing Seams and Serging Thru Eternity. Ponder the linguistic Alchemy that weaves your neural Tapestry….and StandUnder the Opening, keeping your Cellves Seeds Organic and Free.
The first step to freedom is to know you are in Prison. That means that almost 100% of your beliefs as a person are Programs. You cannot adopt a ‘new and revised and updated ‘ program and then believe you are free of programming! It’s a constant battle of discernment and waking to new levels of awareness. Frameworks help to understand but need to be discarded for what they are eventually. It’s not a singular moment of tearing off one level of manipulation and then claiming one is Free.
I am speaking generally here, not pointing at anyone in particular.
I have made a commitment to myself that every single day I will attempt to remove another filter. I am still running Various programs that were inserted and adopted over not just this lifetime, but others. On various dimensions. Knowing this allows me to not take anything at face value, even my own emotional reactions or impulsive thoughts.
There are no gods that are going to save us, nor aliens going to save us. No politician or ‘movement’.
Anyone still thinking they can point a finger outside themselves in blame or in looking for salvation, will suffer when the truth arises within the self.
Suffering is inevitable. But will it be conscious Suffering that leads to cathartic Transformation…. Or will it be unconscious suffering where blame is placed ourtside oneself?
It does not matter what ‘side’ you are on. If you still need a ‘side’ to be on or identify with you are still in the Program. Your energy is feeding a perpetual motion energy generating agenda that thru conflict and division and duality is keeping the very horrors we are experiencing in existence. We ourselves are the batteries powering our own disintegration and slavery!
It is possible to act in integrity, and help to alter the program, without emotionally fueling its existence.
Anyone who knows me personally, knows that I operate Through and with Love and Compassion, Generosity and genuine affection for my fellow beings and friends… That i am led by my heart and that I am not a judgemental or self serving person… Therefore I ask that before Offense is taken or motives are assumed… A step back is taken and a deep hard look at ones own traumas and weak spots to see which agendas one is fueling Thru lack of awareness or Fear.
May all beings remove the chains within themselves. THAT is the only thing that will Stop the violence and insanity.
There are forces at work, that use US as their vessels, and as long as the distractions that we have been bred to chase are paramount,no amount of ‘laws’ and activism is going to change anything.
And giving up ones ability to protect oneself from a government that is so clearly dominating and manipulating its ‘people’ is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.
::::in the ‘Space’ of a few years we have entered another layer of the Fractal, the AI Synbio a Practical Master , encoded within the Genes, Unfolding the Dirty Laundry of Epigenetic Streams
What a Quandary…..
The Simulation Serves itself Up As the Main Course The Feast That Codes the Beast Of Graphene As Carbon Elite Remakes itSelf inside our Sweet Meat Suits Our Organic FleshBody Now Synthetic Neural Mesh Oddly Plodding along Trying to ReMember the Earth spirits Original Song
Welcome….. to the next Stage Of the Grand Game It’s Time To learn to Play With a New Set of Tools
I Don the Guise of the Fool The f.UnWise Jester That unties the Lies And Gestures And whispers The codes of the Rules That are breaking Down The Fool plays Jester to the Clown As the throne bemoans The Loss of the Crown Coronal Mass Ejection From the SunKing As the Curtain Goes Down.
A hypothesis…forming…warning me of its kind A catharsis of the Mind… I am left behind Until the Well is filled once more By the bride of the Hiding And the tide keeps riding From the ocean to the shore Cycling and circling Lands we’ve known before… Can the Saving be the same As the Craving of the game When you float firsthand Upon the rain, upon the sand? Still begging for the name of The Hand Which fed you Sheltered you from the Blue The freedom to choose Or not choose To Be To See To undertake this living Dream Before the experiment is seized And the hypothesis, unproven still Forms a catharsis of free Will Diseased by the need of the Turning of the Wheel.
Over and over they walk into the Trap Under hypnosis ….Minds under Rapt Entranced in Denial and playing the Part… The Game doesnt End til Awareness Starts Stuck in programming and battered by fear Believing their Eye.I sees the ‘Why’ Clear Each Side divided and Masked in the Mirror… The Shame doesn’t End til the Blame deParts
It’s so cryptic HYdrogen Oxygen Lipstick stains Lovers Pains The Waters Anew Spoken Soul in Silica Frozen Waiting for glaciers In galactic rows As woken snows Tell the Story once again Full Circle AnArctic miracle Of Man’s majestic Game Stone Record Keepers Hold the forms Shame and storms In cells and deoxy- Rib-oh…..of Atoms Eve Twist into mystery Again It’s so cryptic The Mother is made of Soul…..Matter Maid Of Soil Patterns playing In Paters Pole As Papas role is Two Die Diced in wiFi Spliced in techno skies.
I twist into these mournings, daylight saving me from the burning flame of darkness swallowing my emptiness while waves of irony wash over me i am toppled by the days and silently i sit hovering… wondering if i can float this time wandering thru wastelands of my mind picking up the book written by me on the other side of the dream the other side of the dream where it all spins into me… i find all the lost notes and all the lost tones and all the lost fractures of all my mended bones
I am painted the color red. I am tainted, the mother has bled
we D R I P together thru the weathered web, creating worlds in our head, to spew out into the ethers, to want neither this nor that nor wonder where its at, but to birth the beginning again…. knowing we are just seasons of rhyme
flowering in our own time chrysalis, wrapped up in a fairytale of all that is and was and wasnt for sale…
Across these moonbeams, these split seams, these written clingings to the dream…. across all these we call to invisible bodies that are singing in their invisible moments that are bringing their soulstuffs into existence to balance the tension of the desire to Be, and to not Be….
Hold yourSelves accountable my Friends Your etherNets are holding you In Breath no longer on You can depend It’s trapped gasses are masking the Lens Coming soon to a theatre near You, Truth Soon the Noose is too tight to cut loose The fight in your blood, the flight of your tears Next in line please, 6 feet under Dirty Fears Installment of Barbed Wire inside your Mind The mission statement of Ties that Bind Panic to paranoia to participation in Rape Room to Escape from the Lies that drape The soft cloak of terror over your soul Key to the kingdom hiding in the Whole To Speak freely and seek freedom Within Hell as the Spells build Shells around Men Locked inside electroGenetic technoSkies Inside Minds blinded by rising tides in disguise Strangled by dangling delusions of death Cells compelled to sell their breath In desperation, inDigNations Fate waiting Tangled truths twisted by hate in baited Minds of 01010001111 binary blind spots The preProgrammed Plot thickens like snot Flocks mocked in rotting sickness and pain And clotting like broken neural codes of Brain Herd huddled in hushed whispers and hiding In virtual Veins that Bleed, fallow Seeds riding Shock Waves from crest to shore as Tests And Blessed Pores Open for more Infested Horror to drain the Soverign Selves of Man Within the Collective Decay as time Spans The Periphery, demands that history repeat Blocked Pathways as Power plots defeat Nerves frazzled and bedazzled by Light Of Illusion refracted from mirrored Delusions Terror stricken and errors thickened by fears They fomented, freedom they fled and tears Chose to shed for blood they bled in vain This is a test a push from the nest of thegame There is no Power Greater than your Will Are you Ready to steady the turning Wheel No blame no shame no remnants or stains or Victims are claimed in the Waking Story The Path is Open the Road is Clear Mind is aMazed when there is no Fear Masks fall from Faces who Make the Choice Silent Suffering transforms into True Voice Symptoms subside and blind eyes can See The Immortality of the I~s and the We~s Puzzled Perceptions Pattern the Way Pieces return to Wholes in the Play Are You ready to Birth your own Being In Brilliant Renewal, Fueling and Freeing The Seed of your Seeing into the Spirit Open to Infinity, open to Awe, We Are It But we’ve forgotten, begotten blind Eyes The Time has Come to ReMember and Fly Poisoned hearts must remove the Shame Bodies and Blood must purify the Pain No ties can bind the One who Knows, Wakes Longer cycles turning within Cosmic Makers Coping with Eternity and Playing with Sight With Wild and Wonderful Dancing Delight Chaos of Creation Unfolds and Takes Stock Of flowering Fields in ElectroMagnetic Flocks Freedom is The Foundation for All to Play And Play is the Passion to Pattern the Way Freedom is the only true Path of Love Of compassion that lasts and rises above Self inDwelling in Shells of dense Desire Too fractured in manufactured woven wires Trapped by hired hands that block the bliss Within a mapped-out scripted judas kiss Their intent simply to help One ReMember Prizm Sentence of Life as Burning Embers… Cells as Selves Simply Dwelling in Deep See? It’s All a Dream of I-s and We~s
(The poetic Bio from my old webpage....i was around 24 i believe.)
I am the eternal girl, starchild and roguesmile and weaver of dreams both brave and wild... Born in a bustling blue dream, to a couple wit h lightflakes and dreamcakes in their innerspace! Grew up in the mountains of Virginia, free and fair, tangled hair, feet bare, there somewhere... Enjoyed school because of access to books, hated the authorities and teachers and crooks who feasted on the childrens minds, wasted all their precious time on frivolous things...though there were a few who seemed to know, who seemed to see, who seemed to feel the breathing dream...and in their lives I saw some light, and inspired with life I prepared for flight, escaped the gaping hole of home to soar the skies and freely roam. University, ah, big disease of society...wasted time and wasted braincells, tasted life but also hell, flew so high but nearly fell...nearly drawn in to the spinning flash of tangled thoughts and mangled mass of human drivel of human waste of human tears in sad dark place. Then free again, light peeked thru, home again, round two. Still the prison of closed minds and zombie sheep, they're awake they say, from their bleak deep sleep...Off to an island in the sea, Jamaica breeze calling me...to put together the peices I lost wandering amongst the holocaust of deadened creativity...and there discovered my mind was scattered, ego ripped and tattered and shattered, self awake but not on the ground, seeking my soul from the lost and found...and I glued remains of flesh and brains into a coherent and capable flame to withstand the pull of the world and the fool within my spin of twisting spools...and home I crawled with energy high to bid my time till next dreams flight. Then off on bus to coast on west, to possibilities unbound...to peace of mind still not found...and there I met myself and Love, my priddy twin flame, my husband in Soul...now with partner to share the smile to swim the wave in webs of life, I felt complete and strong and sweet and ready to begin my task of breaking the worlds coffin of glass...and we twisted and tugged and loved and hugged, my priddy one and I, back to the land of his home, the emerald isle , the mystical bone of all I sought and found within...and now life begins again...And now with eyes open to life I see that home was never the strife, the mountains begetting the flame of light that lit my soul and sparked my smile, yes Virginia my dear, I am a child...of your trees and flowers and breeze and rivers that flow and winters deep snow, and yes my parents were right in their ways to leave me free to make my way with mind and heart and soul so free, they never forced a mould upon me, never drowned the I that was Me...within this coagulation of life, energy, consciousness, within this mass of 'IAMTHIS' and now that time has shriveled into a point of light I choose to peruse, I embrace the heart of the world with a smile. I am the eternal girl, the magical child...rogue smile and laughter wild...
We wait our whole lives for this Morning light strikes my lips It’s a kiss I don’t want to miss It’s it’s own kind of bliss When the sun rips my mind to bits And fists let go of the need to know Why the seeds we sow Grow into deeds that show Just how little of our roots we know As saltwater tears turn into mist Our stories Rise from the black abyss And sing our scars into soft lips That open like flowers Held in the spell of Life’s deep Power As tongue touches wounds so deep The blood and the salt trickle thru sleep To dream of a Well that will topple the tower As Green Man reclaims the game again And turns Hours into Nows That are forever Ours Somehow.
BlissNinja 