http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Algaculture
I had a dream last year, there was a source of power being sought by two forces, who were addicted, to the stuff.
It was being grown under lights, in buildings, the two VIED, for the stuff. It had no end, the growth, would immediately be used.
Then another force, would try to steal the stash of the other. It was a senseless, endless, struggle.
The lights, the stuff, grew and grew.
The use was so fast and swift. LOL
No keeping up.
The end to the dream, concerned a false effort to trick the other into thinking it was all gone.
Never to be found.
Then I described the object of the desire as a small plant. ALGAE. My friend told me it sounded like Algae.
Just reading up on algae. A FUEL? A Source of food? FED with CO2?
Interesting.
These dreams were interesting. I have not forgotten. All of it. LOL
Read the link about and see what you think. Laura Hart, Friend in TRuth...
Friday, July 27, 2012
What is in the neighborhood? LOL Sightings
A light show, a Show of What?
What are these lights that are occurring over the KERN RIVER VAlley?
Who is this attempting to impress?
Yes, it is getting really interesting as there appears to be a less than effective VEIL over the top of most eyes.
NOT ALL eyes, but many, are hopelessly busy avoiding the true nature of the DEVELOPMENTS.
AM I living by some limestone caverns, I Heard that I am. AND these are home to what?
I can't see them, in total, they hardly say a peep to me. IN sly crappy, ways, yes, they are a dull drum.
The downtrodden messages. THe regular programming.
But there are other ideas whose time has come. Random events that lead to NEW data. LIFE has a way.
Here is where you can come to know that you are not alone, LOL, in any sense.
BUT the TRUTH, has yet to be REVEALED.
Layers of bullshit, and truth in fragments, we must move thru this swarm, but in doing so, move out much of the CONTROL. Many people have difficulty seeing the STATIC, the CORRUPTION Of LANGUAGE, the COMMUNICATION issues.
Harmonics? ARE harmonics, a song, the ability to see with eyes a new, a naked, SCENE?
I had a dream, I was falling in the SKY with a creature half lizard, half bird, by the throat, me wrapped around from behind--he began to sing a note out of his throat, I suddenly matched the sound? I don't know what it all means, it is a process, unfolding.
BUt I get the impression this will continue until there is a push a surge of PRECISE EXPRESSION of a degree we are CONVINCED of certain TRUTH. WHO can deny the truth has been elusive, but remains, a EVER PRESENT contract.
IN MOVIES, music, THEMES, MYTH, can be found partial truths. Visionaries ALL and we keep it going. CREATING a sedition. An on going mission. UNTIL it is done.
GOOD luck to you, as you discover where you are. WINDMILLS humm, with harmonics, creating an electrical sound, can you hear different? SHARP and scary, jumpy, maybe?
IT will take time to adjust to it. IT Is something we CAN adjust ourselves. WE ONLY need to FIND it. LOL
So, have a day of doing things, you know will help you draw away the VEIL of deception,
I continue to find this fruitful, hunting pockets of this collusion, this source. Unwilling to commit to a viewpoint of what the source maybe. It's a tricky one, with I"m sure, more control of misdirection, trickery.
BUT as I find you who seek can have it. THose who don't or can't should not get too much flack, they become an effective distraction.
REPORTING from the rabbit hole, YOUR FRIEND in TRUTH, Laura Hart
What are these lights that are occurring over the KERN RIVER VAlley?
Who is this attempting to impress?
Yes, it is getting really interesting as there appears to be a less than effective VEIL over the top of most eyes.
NOT ALL eyes, but many, are hopelessly busy avoiding the true nature of the DEVELOPMENTS.
AM I living by some limestone caverns, I Heard that I am. AND these are home to what?
I can't see them, in total, they hardly say a peep to me. IN sly crappy, ways, yes, they are a dull drum.
The downtrodden messages. THe regular programming.
But there are other ideas whose time has come. Random events that lead to NEW data. LIFE has a way.
Here is where you can come to know that you are not alone, LOL, in any sense.
BUT the TRUTH, has yet to be REVEALED.
Layers of bullshit, and truth in fragments, we must move thru this swarm, but in doing so, move out much of the CONTROL. Many people have difficulty seeing the STATIC, the CORRUPTION Of LANGUAGE, the COMMUNICATION issues.
Harmonics? ARE harmonics, a song, the ability to see with eyes a new, a naked, SCENE?
I had a dream, I was falling in the SKY with a creature half lizard, half bird, by the throat, me wrapped around from behind--he began to sing a note out of his throat, I suddenly matched the sound? I don't know what it all means, it is a process, unfolding.
BUt I get the impression this will continue until there is a push a surge of PRECISE EXPRESSION of a degree we are CONVINCED of certain TRUTH. WHO can deny the truth has been elusive, but remains, a EVER PRESENT contract.
IN MOVIES, music, THEMES, MYTH, can be found partial truths. Visionaries ALL and we keep it going. CREATING a sedition. An on going mission. UNTIL it is done.
GOOD luck to you, as you discover where you are. WINDMILLS humm, with harmonics, creating an electrical sound, can you hear different? SHARP and scary, jumpy, maybe?
IT will take time to adjust to it. IT Is something we CAN adjust ourselves. WE ONLY need to FIND it. LOL
So, have a day of doing things, you know will help you draw away the VEIL of deception,
I continue to find this fruitful, hunting pockets of this collusion, this source. Unwilling to commit to a viewpoint of what the source maybe. It's a tricky one, with I"m sure, more control of misdirection, trickery.
BUT as I find you who seek can have it. THose who don't or can't should not get too much flack, they become an effective distraction.
REPORTING from the rabbit hole, YOUR FRIEND in TRUTH, Laura Hart
Monday, July 23, 2012
INviSIBle INFLuencES ABOund...What's up with that?
What if there were forces, INVisiBle, going undETected, Writing Words you NEver Thought? What the hell?
Don't despair, this is the story of my life...LOL
The FAct is I Had to get others to SEE them for Me. This is a brand of Cheap, FuncTional, Intelligence. CO'NTROL.
Something that WANTED To OVERCOME Could use every method of Control KNOWN. A SEries of POSSIBILITIES To anything that COULD AMALGAMATE, or CREATE in this environment.
THe environment is BUILT for CONTROL.
THe methods ARE CHEAP, REvealING OF A SOURCE of STRUCTURE only Seen when broken down. WHAT is LEFT is TRUTH.
HOW COULD THIS BE? Do not all myths, bibles, LORE, contain the SHATTERED FRAGMENTS of TRUTH?
If I suggested on this blog OPENLY, that SUCH IS AND WAS TRUE, Would you NOT:
ARgue
REsent me
MISunderSTand ME
Tell me I Am NOt
YOU Would Deny it.
TEST, is THis WHAT I AM? TRUTH? HOW DID I ARRIVE AT THIS TRUTH?
QUESTION: WHat is a BODY?
Could A Body BE another TERM for CAGE? OR is it the ME? OR IS A Video GAme? LOL
IS it too much TROUBLE to even ASK this question? Can you ASk this for a WEEK? OR would you soon tire and RETURn to your PROGRAMMing?
INVISIBLE INFLUENCES, not For THE BEST of ALL, but A SYSTEM, A HUGE NETWORK, WHICH CREATES a DOMINATION.
COULD THERE BE?
WHAT ARE THE SECRETS OF LIFE? AND who is hoarding these powers?
ANSwers are flocking to be heard. ONLY ONE TRUTH.
WHAT KEEPS ME DOWN?
IF I CANNOT see it CAN't hurt me, right?
CAn what WE CANNOT SEE possibly EFFECT us Without RECourse?
Ask and FIND OUT. GET BACK To me For an UPDATE...LOL
OTHERWISE I Continue To Tumble down a RABBIT HOLE, GAIning oN my STAGE of Eye opening ENtertainment. LOVING EVERy MINUTE of IT, ENjoying, the RIDE. BUMpy, Painful, but oh so WORTHY.
PROMISE, THE VEIL OF DEcepTION is NOWUPGRADING IT's EFFORTS. WOW, that is a compliment To Tenacity., ANd Will BRing MORE BROADCASTS From the "THIS IS YOUR WAKE UP CAll" SEries.
YOur FRiend in TRUTH, Laura Hart
Don't despair, this is the story of my life...LOL
The FAct is I Had to get others to SEE them for Me. This is a brand of Cheap, FuncTional, Intelligence. CO'NTROL.
Something that WANTED To OVERCOME Could use every method of Control KNOWN. A SEries of POSSIBILITIES To anything that COULD AMALGAMATE, or CREATE in this environment.
THe environment is BUILT for CONTROL.
THe methods ARE CHEAP, REvealING OF A SOURCE of STRUCTURE only Seen when broken down. WHAT is LEFT is TRUTH.
HOW COULD THIS BE? Do not all myths, bibles, LORE, contain the SHATTERED FRAGMENTS of TRUTH?
If I suggested on this blog OPENLY, that SUCH IS AND WAS TRUE, Would you NOT:
ARgue
REsent me
MISunderSTand ME
Tell me I Am NOt
YOU Would Deny it.
TEST, is THis WHAT I AM? TRUTH? HOW DID I ARRIVE AT THIS TRUTH?
QUESTION: WHat is a BODY?
Could A Body BE another TERM for CAGE? OR is it the ME? OR IS A Video GAme? LOL
IS it too much TROUBLE to even ASK this question? Can you ASk this for a WEEK? OR would you soon tire and RETURn to your PROGRAMMing?
INVISIBLE INFLUENCES, not For THE BEST of ALL, but A SYSTEM, A HUGE NETWORK, WHICH CREATES a DOMINATION.
COULD THERE BE?
WHAT ARE THE SECRETS OF LIFE? AND who is hoarding these powers?
ANSwers are flocking to be heard. ONLY ONE TRUTH.
WHAT KEEPS ME DOWN?
IF I CANNOT see it CAN't hurt me, right?
CAn what WE CANNOT SEE possibly EFFECT us Without RECourse?
Ask and FIND OUT. GET BACK To me For an UPDATE...LOL
OTHERWISE I Continue To Tumble down a RABBIT HOLE, GAIning oN my STAGE of Eye opening ENtertainment. LOVING EVERy MINUTE of IT, ENjoying, the RIDE. BUMpy, Painful, but oh so WORTHY.
PROMISE, THE VEIL OF DEcepTION is NOWUPGRADING IT's EFFORTS. WOW, that is a compliment To Tenacity., ANd Will BRing MORE BROADCASTS From the "THIS IS YOUR WAKE UP CAll" SEries.
YOur FRiend in TRUTH, Laura Hart
Friday, July 20, 2012
CAN I SERVE TRUTH WITH A BIT MORE VERVE OR SOME THING. LOL
I was nervous, and have been nervous, about talking truth... THE TRUTH HAS it's on going, PR problems, and I WANT TO ISSUE a statement on my good dam intentions. HOW MANY BROWNY POINTS will I GET for REALLY WANTING TO REPRESENT THE TRUTH.
BUT It its difficult, as I FEAR MAKING IT LOOK BAD. IT has dawned on me since that stupid thought occurred that the truth could fucking CARE THE HELL LESS WHAT I DO, as LONG AS I DO IT WITH MY HEAD HELD HIGH on SPIKE WHERE many would LIKE IT TO LOOK At me DEAD. LOL I am so willing to ALLOW This that the TRUTH HAS TO HOLD ME BACK, I AM SO INTENSIFYING BURNING WITH MY PURPOSE.
WOO HOO, I ACT crazy. I FEEL it COMING, CLOSER AND CLOSER As I have PATIENTLY IF NOT IN TROUBLE but keeping busy, I WAS. AND NOW READY TO BE ALLOWED TO DISCOVER ME!
YES, I will NOT know until I NEED TO KNOW. THIS WAY ANY LEAKS About the DETAILS OF my PLANS TO TAKE THIS EVIL AND FUCK WITH IT. I CAN T help but to give what we RECEIVED. NOTHING BUT LIES.
SO, when I GET THERE I WILL LIE AND ENJOY THE MOMENTS, I"LL TRY TO GET SOME PIX FOR FACEBOOk. LOL GOd, sometimes, I"M WEIRD EVEN in a STORY. BUT I won't judge it, like it was JUDGED against me.
TODAY THE Specter of LIES has visited. I LOVE A GOOD Lie, and I LOVE TO Know WHy.
MY parents had to sotp me, I WAS A TRUTH WAITING TO HIT THE big time. GRANDPARENTS WAITING WITH CATHOLIC BIBLE stifled me for SEVERAL years.
YOU DID What, your fuckers nailed him to a cross? GREAT. AND now you wonder what if I SAY something as TRUTH, and it is spun, and ideas such as WEIRD FORMS OF DEATH FOR THOSE WHO STICK TO TRUTH.
AND that is why my parents must have loved me to PUT MY CANDLE OUT. IT ate at them. THEIR lives eaten UP in deceptions and DEATH their grips. AND SEX got in to lead them astray, and GODDAM if there were nothing left.
NOT EXACT, as THERE WAS ALWAYS BEHIND THE SAD SACK OF DEPRESSION, SELF HATRED, a FEELING THAT I CAN AND WILL RISE TO WHAT is truly me. I WILL NOT BE DENIED.
Not exactly the attitude I WOULD LIKE if someone were in hot pursuit. I WOULD PROBABLY already started Packing. BUT I want to MELT our hearts, from the deep freeze.
AND NoThiNG less is DUE US. IN FACT, I"M SURE my creative spirit will BE FREE TO ENJOY SHOWING US ALL THE DAMN STUFF USED TO MAKE US MISERABLE, and KEEP us in these cages.
NOW, you have no idea, as this thing is set to explode. IT"S TURNING FAST. It has only to create starvation, to threaten, and DEATH to BE THE RELEASE. FUCK YOU WHO EVEN HAVE A notion to DIE FUCKING DON"T. ONe man is too many dead. IT"S not us.
IF DEATH WAS OURS theN I"D BE THERE UMBRELLA and beach towel. WAITING for others to join me as I HaPPILY BECOME, DEAD?
NO, my life span, just goes on and with it, ALL of us. WHY WE ARE EMBODYING THE THINGS WE WERE CHEATED OUT OF. LUCKILY, I will want to see my FAMILY, their true expressions. THEIR SACRIFICES TO THANK THEM.
YES, your kid had to be stopped from trying to RAISe THE dead. YES, it was bAAAAAAAD. AND then I moved to moving my toys AROUND BECAUSE MY MIND WAS STRONG AND PICKED THEM UP. NOT, but it could BE I may have NOT done it WITH ENOUGH ZEST to get them OFF THE gROUND.
WHO WANTS TO REGISTER A GREAT BIG, whAT Is your SUPER POWER?
ASK Me, and I"LL Play with it. BUT IT WILL NOT, I SAY I"VE GOT THE LID on it. BUT my bluster says it is going to be a GREAT BIG PARTY and that will be enough for me. I like the life I AM OWED. I FIGHT and fight for it.
YOU DO know DECEPTION has repeatedly tried to get me in it's employ? IT OFFERS RADIO, MY VOICE?
IT offered, money. OH YES, money. THAT BUYS THE LOVE I CRAVE. NOT, but it helps others in distress as I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THE STUFF. I"M kind of not into it. I mean, MONEY, it doesn't really do much. CAN You see something MORE?
AND the rest is just my stupid life, waiting around, to CATCH ME LIAR IN THE RYE. COME ON OUT WE HAVe a few rounds to WARM up my CONTEMPT. AND after that it's all knock around until they fucking go down. AND THEN the scene, suddenly, changes, and we look again, our HOME. I LOVE happy endings to SLAVERY especially, but to it THAT HARMS. WHAT SORTS OF FUCKED FOLKS, and I"M TRYING REAL HARD NOT TO BE TOO ANGRY, as IT IS GONNA HURT ME as IT should for being so wicked. BUT IT IS GONNA HURT anyone in deceit. IT IS NOT GONNA TICKle.
JUST because the OPENING OF MY NEW PLAY, "Make my day mutherfuckers," "HANG EM HIGH," not original but ELOQUENT for the TRASH I WILL be TALKING. I LOVE TO make the arrongant, NOT SO much arrogant as running from me who will be NIPPING AT THEIR HEALS. I EAT HEALS.
TO NOT KEEP you any longer, so you can move on to my TRUTH FUCK's IT OFF STORY. I"M just not WORTHY. I ALLOW THAT TO SINK IN. OH YEAH, I GEt to DRAG THE CRETINS and PUNISH THEM. I LIKE IT, I WILL dO IT, and how is another story. I GET THE DISTINCT IMPRESSION THAT A DATE WITH A GREAT GIRL will be my first choice. HUGGLE AND SNUGGLE, PURR, and so what do other fun stuff, whatever we LIKE, and like it. AS LONG AS LOVE IHAVE STRENGTH. LOVE makes me. ANd to deny it, really sucked.
BUT FIND IT, with another, OR IN DREAMS. OR IN YOUR SCHEMES. ADOPT love, but don't get caught using it AGAINST ME. OH shit that would really seal your meal in a bag...I"LL try to nice. ANYTHING ELSE?
SO, I"M back to pulling people out, my hand extended. I NEED you TOO. IT has to have us all the whole family. I PROMISED. AND THIS IS A PROMISE I FEEL QUITE STRONGLY IN THE OVERALL COMPLETION. You can count on me, to SERVE YOU UP some JUST US, but then who did you think we needed? LOL Oh, not good enough. Hello, heard it, been there. NOW I HAVE to only set us FREE. Ho hum.
I FUCKING DON"T know, but CAN FEEL IT ANY WAY. NO PLans. NO date in my head. NOT EVEN THE year. GOSH I just don't know. I may even get shy too. I MAY AVOID some dip of DECEITS followers and just ignore them. WHY NOT? IT doesn't DESERVE me toil. SO, I WILL NOT.
I"LL BE SEEING YOU SOON. LOVE to your people as they are GONNA PAY. BAD BOYS, or GIRLS, what you GONNA DO? I"D LIKE TO KNOW. SO I can mock you. I LOVE TO MOCK. WE Can all agree mocking is the BEST to generally upset those who BELIEVE in ERROR THAT THEY HAVE POWER. THAT IS SO FUNNy. NOw, you don't really think THAT?
TELL ME? I will be interested. YOUR FRIEND WHO BRINGS YOU HARD TIMES AHEAD, LAURA ATTLAST.
DESERTERS WILL NOT be as battered and dipped, so DESERT YOUR RECRUITER, by the name of EVIL. AND Join me, there is always room. FUCK me, and I"LL JUST fuck you back. AN EYE FOR AN EYE. Yeah, what you got?
BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC..A MOCK, A GREAT verse.
BUT It its difficult, as I FEAR MAKING IT LOOK BAD. IT has dawned on me since that stupid thought occurred that the truth could fucking CARE THE HELL LESS WHAT I DO, as LONG AS I DO IT WITH MY HEAD HELD HIGH on SPIKE WHERE many would LIKE IT TO LOOK At me DEAD. LOL I am so willing to ALLOW This that the TRUTH HAS TO HOLD ME BACK, I AM SO INTENSIFYING BURNING WITH MY PURPOSE.
WOO HOO, I ACT crazy. I FEEL it COMING, CLOSER AND CLOSER As I have PATIENTLY IF NOT IN TROUBLE but keeping busy, I WAS. AND NOW READY TO BE ALLOWED TO DISCOVER ME!
YES, I will NOT know until I NEED TO KNOW. THIS WAY ANY LEAKS About the DETAILS OF my PLANS TO TAKE THIS EVIL AND FUCK WITH IT. I CAN T help but to give what we RECEIVED. NOTHING BUT LIES.
SO, when I GET THERE I WILL LIE AND ENJOY THE MOMENTS, I"LL TRY TO GET SOME PIX FOR FACEBOOk. LOL GOd, sometimes, I"M WEIRD EVEN in a STORY. BUT I won't judge it, like it was JUDGED against me.
TODAY THE Specter of LIES has visited. I LOVE A GOOD Lie, and I LOVE TO Know WHy.
MY parents had to sotp me, I WAS A TRUTH WAITING TO HIT THE big time. GRANDPARENTS WAITING WITH CATHOLIC BIBLE stifled me for SEVERAL years.
YOU DID What, your fuckers nailed him to a cross? GREAT. AND now you wonder what if I SAY something as TRUTH, and it is spun, and ideas such as WEIRD FORMS OF DEATH FOR THOSE WHO STICK TO TRUTH.
AND that is why my parents must have loved me to PUT MY CANDLE OUT. IT ate at them. THEIR lives eaten UP in deceptions and DEATH their grips. AND SEX got in to lead them astray, and GODDAM if there were nothing left.
NOT EXACT, as THERE WAS ALWAYS BEHIND THE SAD SACK OF DEPRESSION, SELF HATRED, a FEELING THAT I CAN AND WILL RISE TO WHAT is truly me. I WILL NOT BE DENIED.
Not exactly the attitude I WOULD LIKE if someone were in hot pursuit. I WOULD PROBABLY already started Packing. BUT I want to MELT our hearts, from the deep freeze.
AND NoThiNG less is DUE US. IN FACT, I"M SURE my creative spirit will BE FREE TO ENJOY SHOWING US ALL THE DAMN STUFF USED TO MAKE US MISERABLE, and KEEP us in these cages.
NOW, you have no idea, as this thing is set to explode. IT"S TURNING FAST. It has only to create starvation, to threaten, and DEATH to BE THE RELEASE. FUCK YOU WHO EVEN HAVE A notion to DIE FUCKING DON"T. ONe man is too many dead. IT"S not us.
IF DEATH WAS OURS theN I"D BE THERE UMBRELLA and beach towel. WAITING for others to join me as I HaPPILY BECOME, DEAD?
NO, my life span, just goes on and with it, ALL of us. WHY WE ARE EMBODYING THE THINGS WE WERE CHEATED OUT OF. LUCKILY, I will want to see my FAMILY, their true expressions. THEIR SACRIFICES TO THANK THEM.
YES, your kid had to be stopped from trying to RAISe THE dead. YES, it was bAAAAAAAD. AND then I moved to moving my toys AROUND BECAUSE MY MIND WAS STRONG AND PICKED THEM UP. NOT, but it could BE I may have NOT done it WITH ENOUGH ZEST to get them OFF THE gROUND.
WHO WANTS TO REGISTER A GREAT BIG, whAT Is your SUPER POWER?
ASK Me, and I"LL Play with it. BUT IT WILL NOT, I SAY I"VE GOT THE LID on it. BUT my bluster says it is going to be a GREAT BIG PARTY and that will be enough for me. I like the life I AM OWED. I FIGHT and fight for it.
YOU DO know DECEPTION has repeatedly tried to get me in it's employ? IT OFFERS RADIO, MY VOICE?
IT offered, money. OH YES, money. THAT BUYS THE LOVE I CRAVE. NOT, but it helps others in distress as I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THE STUFF. I"M kind of not into it. I mean, MONEY, it doesn't really do much. CAN You see something MORE?
AND the rest is just my stupid life, waiting around, to CATCH ME LIAR IN THE RYE. COME ON OUT WE HAVe a few rounds to WARM up my CONTEMPT. AND after that it's all knock around until they fucking go down. AND THEN the scene, suddenly, changes, and we look again, our HOME. I LOVE happy endings to SLAVERY especially, but to it THAT HARMS. WHAT SORTS OF FUCKED FOLKS, and I"M TRYING REAL HARD NOT TO BE TOO ANGRY, as IT IS GONNA HURT ME as IT should for being so wicked. BUT IT IS GONNA HURT anyone in deceit. IT IS NOT GONNA TICKle.
JUST because the OPENING OF MY NEW PLAY, "Make my day mutherfuckers," "HANG EM HIGH," not original but ELOQUENT for the TRASH I WILL be TALKING. I LOVE TO make the arrongant, NOT SO much arrogant as running from me who will be NIPPING AT THEIR HEALS. I EAT HEALS.
TO NOT KEEP you any longer, so you can move on to my TRUTH FUCK's IT OFF STORY. I"M just not WORTHY. I ALLOW THAT TO SINK IN. OH YEAH, I GEt to DRAG THE CRETINS and PUNISH THEM. I LIKE IT, I WILL dO IT, and how is another story. I GET THE DISTINCT IMPRESSION THAT A DATE WITH A GREAT GIRL will be my first choice. HUGGLE AND SNUGGLE, PURR, and so what do other fun stuff, whatever we LIKE, and like it. AS LONG AS LOVE IHAVE STRENGTH. LOVE makes me. ANd to deny it, really sucked.
BUT FIND IT, with another, OR IN DREAMS. OR IN YOUR SCHEMES. ADOPT love, but don't get caught using it AGAINST ME. OH shit that would really seal your meal in a bag...I"LL try to nice. ANYTHING ELSE?
SO, I"M back to pulling people out, my hand extended. I NEED you TOO. IT has to have us all the whole family. I PROMISED. AND THIS IS A PROMISE I FEEL QUITE STRONGLY IN THE OVERALL COMPLETION. You can count on me, to SERVE YOU UP some JUST US, but then who did you think we needed? LOL Oh, not good enough. Hello, heard it, been there. NOW I HAVE to only set us FREE. Ho hum.
I FUCKING DON"T know, but CAN FEEL IT ANY WAY. NO PLans. NO date in my head. NOT EVEN THE year. GOSH I just don't know. I may even get shy too. I MAY AVOID some dip of DECEITS followers and just ignore them. WHY NOT? IT doesn't DESERVE me toil. SO, I WILL NOT.
I"LL BE SEEING YOU SOON. LOVE to your people as they are GONNA PAY. BAD BOYS, or GIRLS, what you GONNA DO? I"D LIKE TO KNOW. SO I can mock you. I LOVE TO MOCK. WE Can all agree mocking is the BEST to generally upset those who BELIEVE in ERROR THAT THEY HAVE POWER. THAT IS SO FUNNy. NOw, you don't really think THAT?
TELL ME? I will be interested. YOUR FRIEND WHO BRINGS YOU HARD TIMES AHEAD, LAURA ATTLAST.
DESERTERS WILL NOT be as battered and dipped, so DESERT YOUR RECRUITER, by the name of EVIL. AND Join me, there is always room. FUCK me, and I"LL JUST fuck you back. AN EYE FOR AN EYE. Yeah, what you got?
BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC..A MOCK, A GREAT verse.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with Her high heel,
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free;
[originally …let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
YOU WHO KNOW ME, MY MUSIC, A MARCH. LOVE TO MARCH ON THE SIDE to THE ILLUSION ENDs. AND HOME WE MARCH. MARCH OF THE SLAVES.
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with Her high heel,
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free;
[originally …let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
YOU WHO KNOW ME, MY MUSIC, A MARCH. LOVE TO MARCH ON THE SIDE to THE ILLUSION ENDs. AND HOME WE MARCH. MARCH OF THE SLAVES.
DOES your TRUTH HAVE A DREAM?
THIS IS MY EFFORT TO BEGIN SHOUTING MY TRUTH OUT. IN MY OWN WAY.
MAY THERE BE SOME HELP FOR ME WHO is the ATTRACTION OF DECEPTIONS GAMES. I AM UNDER THE SPELL of CONSTANT DISRUPTION OF PLANS, by FORCES OPPOSED TO TRUTH"S UNREPENTANT, BATTLE CRY.
I often THINK I PLAY THE TRUTH CARD, but might be a JOKER. LOL SO, WELL WE WORK TOGETHER TO SET THE BRIDGE TO REACH EACH OTHER.
THIS BEGINS THE LIST OF WHO AIMS TO BE ALL THAT HER ARROWS SEEK, WHICH IS TO HIT THEIR MARK, RELEASING THOSE FROM THAT WHICH CAUSES SUFFERING.
A BOOK, another LOOK, a peek at the PEEK of the MOUNTAIN I HAVE CLIMBED, or scurried up AFRAID OF THE SHADOW WHICH LURKS, a LURKER, A TROLL, of the KIND NOT, MINE. .
WE LOOK FOR THEIR SMILES AS WE FREELY ASK FOR our ACCEPTANCE.
THERE ARE only a FEW WHO CAN GIVE, WITH CHOICE, THEY GIVE AWAY THEIR POWER TO ANOTHER, by ACCEPTING, they LEAD=LOVE them to their own SAFE HAVEN, which is FOREGIVING THEMSELVES OF THE FALSE HOODWINKED STATE WE ALL WITH A BODY TO POISON WITH ENDLESS, addictions, affliction and mal formations in our WHOLE FOUNDATION, which must be LET GO, to MAKE ROOM FOR THE GREAT TRUTH WHICH IS TO REPLACE ALL ELSE.
NO more changing your clothes, your mind, your diet, your loved ones,your lovers, or your thoughts of DESPAIR, to not pair up with the lies which we suffer. RATHER TRUTH WISE SHALL BE CRACKED IN FRONT OF ALL TO SEE.
AND TONIGHT, I BEGIN WITH THE RUSTY OLD FURNISHING OF OUR TRUE STUFFING IN OUR PILLOWS, A CREATIVE ENDEAVOR I AM READY AND LOVE ENOUGH TO UNDERTAKE IN THE LIGHT OF ALL WHOM I ADORE AND RESPECT, to see how my EYE HAS SET ON THIS CAUSE. IT IS NOW UNBREAKABLE FOR THE PATH HAS BEEN MADE KNOWN.
I CHOOSE NOW TO BEGIN MY FORAY into REPENTING MY OLD WAYS AND CALLING IT OUT, WITH A HOOT, HOLLER, and no CAGES, no RAGES, no SAGES OF OLD AGES, but with my WAGES bet on a WAR of our worlds.
MY FRIENDS THE FATES, THE WINDS THAT I HEAR ALL THINGS, un-truth, as well as see the SOLIDITY OF FORMING A PURPOSE, TO OUR HIGHER GOALS. TO OUR TRUE COLORS.
. .
WHAT ARE THESE TRUE COLORS? THEY ARE THE TIMELESSNESS, the ETERNAL who wishes to SPEAK OUT TO THE FORCE THAT HAS KEPT IT SO LONG LOST.
WE MUST DECONSTRUCT UNTIL WE CAN NO LONGER. IT is ALICE and you are falling INTO THE HOLE IN YOUR LIFE, YOU MUST GO NOW, and FIND YOUR WAY.
LOVE YOURSELF IN WAYS A FAR FROM YOUR DAYS of BEING TAUGHT WITH your FEAR.
BALANCING YOUR TWIN, is the agreement, with your TRUTH, to ALLOW IT TO RESIDE IN YOUR HOME, WHICH HAS A CORRUPT MATERIAL IN ALL IT's FLESH.
Making CHOICES, WE MUST BALANCE AT TIMES THOSE TRUTHS WHICH MUST BE MADE OF A FIBER SO STRONG, it TIES ITSELF INTO THE DECISION, THIS YOU, ESSENCE OF YOUR REIGN SUPREME OVER THE TRICKERY played on you, but MORE SO BY YOU.
MAY WE FACE OUR TRUTH OF NOT TOO WEAK, too MUCH we FORGOT OUR OWN ORIGINS, TIME TO HOLD OUR STORY, one for the BEARERS of LIGHT TO KNOW their own FIRE, do WE STOKE FOR THEM, and LOST, WE BECAME. LOST IN THEIR NEEDS FOR OUR POWERS. .
WHEN WE CHOOSE WE CHOOSE THE STORY OF OUR GLORY, of IMAGININGS TO ONLY BE UNCOVERED, and FINALLY RE-DISCOVERED, RE-ADMITTED AS OUR TURUTH FULL BEGINNING. OUR ACTIVE CHOICES, OUR TRUE RECORD.
WE HAVE BEEN DOZING OFF on our life and deaths on this WHEEL OF FORTUNE,, WE NEVER CHOSE, BUT HAVE HAD LEARNED OF A FATE SO ILL, that we FINALLY CAN FEEL IT's TERRIBLE CORRUPTION. IT IS DEATH WE HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT CONTINUES THE CYCLE OF OUR DESTRUCTION.
WE ARE IMMORTAL AND FREE SEEKING.
A CAGE, A prison, with a Jailer so hellbent on FOCUSING us, DISTANCING US, from WHAT WOULD be our TRUE CHARACTER. OUR FORM.
WHAT ARE WE?
TODAY WE KNOW OUR PAST, our ORIGINALS, IN THAT WE ADMIT WHAT WE HAVE FEARED. THIS is JUST FOR TODAY AS TRUTH IS ALIVE, and READY TO BE HEARD, and READIED FOR THOSE, WHO SUFFER THE DECEPTION IN MANY WAYS WRONG FOR THOSE SO SKILLED IN THE ARTS OF HEALING.
May my INTENTION OF communication be your GUIDE THRU OUT THIS LONG SESSION OF WHAT will become, the WRITTEN WORDS TO BE HEARD BY THESE CREATURES, of so LOVING a POWER WHO TRULY HAVE, LET THE FREE LIFE, OF OUR CHOOSING, TO DO WITH OUR POWER WHAT WE SAY IS OUR CHOICE.
SHOULD WE SUFFER THAT WHICH IS NOT US?
SOMETHING SEWN OF OUR CLOTHE TO WEAR, TO NO END?
WE MUST BE OKAY WITH OUR TRUTH, AND WE MUST USE OUR SPIRITS TO SPRING THE TRAP WHICH IS HIDDEN TO CATCH US IN, as the WORLD COLLAPSES as it is not the TRUTH, and not solid, not a FOUNDATION WITCH WE CAN EASILY BE LOOSED FROM.
OUR JOURNEY without a GEOGRAPHY.
A WEAVER, A CREATOR AGAINST OUR ARCH FOE, AS WE ARTFULLY, DART IN AND OUT OF TRAPS.
WE CONTINUE TO GROW IN TRUE FORM, our FORMER MEMORIES ARE BEING DISTILLED FROM THE LIES that LIE IN ALL WE SEW.
THE HOUSE OF LOVE STILL STANDS AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD THE SIGNS FROM our would be MASTER's misdirect us,. ALL HERE, with ALL WHOM WE CALL FAMILY.
NOW WE REACH OUT FOR TRUTH IN SO MUCH AS THE TIME COLLAPSES US all to FACE OUR REALITY. IT HURTS IN THAT DIRTY TRICKS HAVE BEEN in ABUNDANCE.
WE LEARN OF A STRONG POWER WHICH DRIVES THIS FORCE OF JUSTICE. AND WE CAN USE IT AS IT PLEASES US.
WE BALANCE THE CHOICE, with CAREFUL CONCERN FOR A BROAD SPECTRUM of TRUTH, WHICH I DE-SCRIBE AS A TRUTH HAVING RESONANCE WITH OUR LOVING LIGHT OF ENERGY.
YOU KNOW ME, I LIKE MY GOOD AND BAD, SO I MIX IT UP, TO CREATE A UNIQUE, BLEND, THAT IS UNKNOWN, to THOSE WHO UNMAKE.
THE FEAR OF SUCH BEARERS OF LIGHT, SUCH LIGHT BEING ARE SO UNAFRAID, that we were CAPTURED in our PURE ATTEMPTS at SEEING THE FEAR OF NOT HAVING US CARE ABOUT THOSE WHO HAD OUR SERVICE. WE ARE LOVING THESE BEINGS WHO I will JUDGE HARSHly, as they have CREATED A LYING, LIVING, BREATHING MONSTROSITY OF HEARTLESSNESS FOR US TO TEAR APART.
YOU ARE GOING TO TELL it on the MOUNTAIN I SAID TO MYSELF AND I AM. ALL the TRUTH YOU CAN HANDLE WILL BE SET to LIGHT your TRUTH AND YOUR WAY OFF THIS RIDE FROM HELL.
HELL BENT ON OUR DESTRUCTION IS SOME FORM WE NEED CAST OFF AS OUR OWN, and GENTLY STEP ASIDE FROM THOSE STILL CAUGHT in the THRALL.
My TRUTH, TURTH OR WHATEVER I CALL IT, IT HAS BEEN CALLED Upon, NOW DON"T FRET AS THE ONE PLAYING THE GUITAR HAS SOME SENSE of those who ARE IN IT 'S RANGE OF FIRE, and THE STAGE ARRANGED FOR THE FIRE WHICH HAS BEEN SET.
YOUR ONLY RULES TO FOLLOW IN THE FOG OF SLEEPY HOLLOW, ARE TO BEGIN WITH SOME KNOWN TRUTHS FOR TODAY.
NOT US FOOLS FOR THE LOVE WE PURSUE EVEN IN THIS STAGED EVENT, that WAS NOT CHOSEN, but APPEARS ON PURPOSE by those MASTERS to FORGE ITSELF INTO IT'S FINE FEATHERED FRIENDS. OUR MINDS need a truth to brew in us which keeps us from FLYING OFF TO DO WHAT WE BIRDS, OR ANGELS OR EVEN WIZARDS OR DRAGONS, or WHATEVER WE CHOOSE AS ATTIRE. To STEW US in THE CREATIVELY TRAGIC, OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE WHICH AHEAD WAITS ON US.
YOUR UNIVERSE, your MYTHOLOGY, holds these truths and NOW IT IS BEING WRITTEN. TODAY BY ME AND THE SWORD OF TRUTH, the ENDURING LIGHT, you were taught was OUT OF YOUR REACH: Well, IT WAS BEING HIDDEN FOR US TO FIND on the TRAIL HOME.
WE are BOUND BY THE TRUTH.
BE AWARE THAT THE TRUTH MUST CUT THRU THE STAGNATION SO GENERATED BY THE MISUSE OF OUR TALENTS, OUR CREATIONS, that it is NOTHING SHORT OF a MIRACLE THAT WE CAN EVEN NOW BE CLEARED OF OUR DISHONESTY, WITH OUR LOVES, STILL IN THE ROLE of TRUTH BRINGER.
WE CAN CALL OURSELVES TRUTH SEEKERS, BUT WHAT DIVIDES US IS NOT NOTING OURSELVES IN RELATION TO THAT WHICH WE MAY FIND, if WE CAN MIND THAT WHICH IS NOT US. FIRST and FOREMOST ASK YOURSELF WHAT IS NOT ME and of my own FREE MIND?
THAT SHOULD BE WHERE YOU BEGIN TO AGAIN, BE DONE WITH ALL THAT DOESN'T HAVE TRUTH.
WE NEED TO FREE OURSELVES OF THE BLINDNESS, which BINDS US TO A DYING ILLUSION FEEDING OUR CONFUSION WITH IT'S EXPLOSIVE "FINAL ACTS" AGAINST OUR UNENDING TRUTH, of HIDING US IN THEIR CRIMES AGAINST ALL WHO DWELL IN LOVING, BEING THE LOVE, and ACCEPTING THE LOVE, THE TRIO Or TRINITY IS the FIRE.
LESSON"S FOUND, LESSENS THAT WHICH ARE LOST WHEN THE TRUTH IS CROSSED.
AND THOSE WHO ARE TEMPTED TO RE-CREATE THAT WHICH IS NOT IN TRUTH, MAY CARRY A POISON.
EVEN IN FULL TRUTH OF WHO WE ARE NOT, IS A REASON TO BE UNWILLING TO POISON THE OTHERS, WHO MAY BE UNAWARE THAT A POISON BE SPREAD ON ONLY WORDS THAT TAKE FORM OF THINGS NOT SO.
THE UNMAKER IS UNWILLING TO STOP this ASSAULT ON OUR KIND.
BUT I AM HERE TO CREATE AROUND THE TRUTH STOPPER, THE MASTER OF SLAVES. I AM NOT EVER GOING TO STOP UNTIL WE HAVE BEEN RETURNED TO OUR FULL CAPACITIES.
DEATH OF THE FREEDOM OF CHOICE, MEMORIES OF OUR OWN SONGS...
YOUR FIRST WORD IS YOU CHOOSE, make a CHOICE, by doing this you contact wtih TRUTH to be it's GUEST speaker, the one who cannot and will not allow, CRIMES AGAINST OUR TENDER HARTS.
EVERYTHING has ONE TRUTH, the rest set aside as scraps.
It would be so BEAUTIFUL TO TELL THE TRUTH ABOUT WHAT WAS, in our LORE NOW unable to be sung, by it's instrument unstrung. THE PIPES have nothing but idle winds blowing thru them, as WE DO NOT COME WITH OUR VOICES IN TRUTH. WE COME WITH VICES AND A SUIT SO HEAVY IT CANT A BEAR TO CARRY EVEN OUR TUNE. NO ROOM FOR OUR FAVORITE SONGS AND NO MEMORY OF SONGS of LOVE we once KNEW.
BUT AS THE TRUTH is UNWRAPPED IN TIME I WILL Speak of our MUSIC OF CREATORS WHO HAVE BEEN LOST TO ONE WHO prepares TO CONTINUE LAYING WASTE TO ALL THAT IT CONVINCES US WITH IT'S BEST GUESSES.
LET THE MAKER CONTINUE TO OUTWIT, the UNMAKER With ORIGINAL WORKS THAT RUN LIKE A RIBBON THRU OUR STORY, so WELL MADE, that the unmaker FINDS IT TRUTH A FOE, SO MUCH SO THAT IT GOES TO EXTREMES TO KEEP THE LISTENER FROM HEARING BY BLARING ITS MESSAGES IN ANTICIPATION OF MY OWN SONGS IT WAITS TO UNSUNG, it's HEROICS.
THE TURUTH BE MOST DIFFICULT TO TELL...
TO DISSUADE THE TRUTH FROM HITTING ITS MARK FOR THE UNMAKER TO UNDO, just as it sails from ME to YOU. I hit you with imprecision, I have wORRIED FOR WEEKS AT MY OWN ABILITY TO SEE THE FUTILE, EFFORTS, and NOW tonight, as sudden as epiphanies SPARK a flash of brilliant light, do my EFFORTS feel more TRUTH, I am SPEAKING TO You openly about this important, CONGREGATION,WHICH CONVERGES OUR STORIES OF HEROICS, which I witness daily.
A GIRL SO YOUNG WAS BURNED BY THE TRUTH in the DECEPTION AND BECAME SICK IN BODY AND MIND WITH FEAR.SHE WAS SO INGROSSED WITH THE WEIGHT OF HER FEARS, HER EYES THAT COULD SEE NOW SEE THE UNDEAD, WALKING ABOUT en ROUTE TO NOWHERE.
THIS PUT IMPOSSIBLE DEMANDS ON HER STRUCTURES OF UN-TRUTH, being TORN APART BY NOW TRUTHES, NEW QUESTIONS, SHE HAS BEGUN TO CHOSE IN HER DEALINGS WITH THE DEVIL IN HER MIND, HER SCHEMATIC, of WHO SHE REALLY WANTS TO BELIEVE SHE IS. WHAT IS THE CONSTANT, the SUBORDINATE TO NOTHING ELSE?
SHE IS REAL-I-ZING HERSELF, WITH EACH CHOICE SHE NOW MAKES WITH HER EYES OPEN, BUT NOT UP TO FOCUSING QUITE YET. LOL
I FELT MUCH OF HER DISCOMFORT, at the FIRES THAT BURN HOT FUELED WITH TURUTH, NOW UNLEASHED ON HER BODY ADDICTIONS A PLAGUE ON HER CONSTANTLY IRRITATING, WANTING TO BE FILLING, BUT NOW BECOME LESS FILL AND EVEN LESS TASTE.
PRAY FOR YOUR FOOD. AT LEASTADMIT IT, YOU HAVE DEATH ON YOUR PLATE. A SPIRIT, WHO MAY HEAR ABOUT MOM OR POP's TOP RECIPE FOR CONVERTING A BEINGS DEATH, to an ENERGY SOURCE.
GREAT ON THE GRILL, as one day in my travels near THE RICH ILLUSTRIOUS COMMUNITY, of SANTA BARBARA, I SAW FEATHERS, WHITE SMALL ONES TOO MANY THAT THEY WERE LITERALLY VISITING THEMSELVES UPON ME AND MY SENSE OF THOSE IN NEED, GIVE A SIGNAL, and FINALLY BOTH EYES, FEASTED UPON THE SIGHT, THOSE WHO ROOSTED IN A TINY WIRE CAGE, EACH FACE A TATTERED SOUL WHO GAVE UP FIGHTING, WHAT IT CAPTORS CALLED THE LIFE OF A SMALL EATING SIZE CHICKEN.
ALL COOPED UP and NO HOPE IN SIGHT ONLY THE DEATH OF THE BODY THESE SOULS WERE AWARE OF HAD BEEN THE CHICKEN.
THEY WERE DEMORALIZED AS I /FELT THE SHAME OF HAVING TURNED MY GAZE FROM THEIR OBVIOUS, LIFE MISLEAD THAT MISLEAD THEM TO BEING LESS.
AND THE TRUTH IS NO ONE HERE ON THIS PILE OF RUBBLE, IS BETTER NOR DESERVES TO BE TREATED WITH DISREGARD FOR THEIR SACRIFICE, AS IN OUR FOOD, WITH IT GETS ITS JUST FAIR ACCOUNTING FOR THOSE WHO HAVE DIED UNJUSTLY TO BE OUR FOOD.
MAYBE I NEED TO BE HEARD IN THE VISCERAL PORTION OF OUR BODY TO TRULY BE COME A PART OF CORE OF THIS BEING.
THAT IS WHY THE UNMAKER BAKES UP POISONS, TOXINS, and USES THEM TO WEAKEN THE RESOLVE, TO MAKE THE DREAMCOAT, MORE A BURDEN.
NEED SOME LOVE MAKING, THEN SIT STILL FOR A MOMENT...
WE THINK OURSELVES INTO A LOVE, by FORGIVING, and REMINDING SOME OF WHO THEY REALLY ARE. WE NEED TO REMEMBER TO LOVE, AND TO FORGIVE OUR SHORT BLACK OUT S WHERE WE CAN'T SEE ITS CORE VALUES, THE UNFORGETTABLE TRUTH, THE UNWAVERING SOUL WHO WILLS IT TO BE CHALLENGED BY ALL.
UNFLINCHING, I KNOW HOW TO LOVE ANOTHER IN TRUTH. IT AMOUNTS TO A STEADY ENGINE, EACH STROKE IT MAKES, IT HUMMS, Hearing our OLD SONGS REFLECTED ON a CAT's PURRS SO PERFECT FOR OUR SOULS TO HEAR.
THE TURUTH STARS IN ITS PERFECTLY CRAFTED SENSE OF SEEKING and FINDING. I AM on THE unfriendly GROUNDS OF THE UNMAKER OF MY RECORDS, MY MEMORIES, MY SEEKING and my FINDINGS, WHO I CANNOT CONSULT WITH THE TRUTH, WITHOUT SOME REACTION FROM THE INTERFERENCE WHICH CAUSES OUR TO CONTAIN STATIC, and FRACTURING OF TRUTHS ALREADY HIDDEN IN GARDENS OF MANURE.
WE SPOKE WITH SUFFERING OUR MASTER'S WISHES, NOW WE DON"T BOW BEFORE ANYTHING.
THESE ARE DANGEROUS LIES TO HOLD ON TIGHT TO, AS THEY WILL RULE OUT, the WICKED MISGUIDANCE WE CAN ALWAYS EXPECT IN OUR UNFAIR ADVANTAGE TO THOSE WHO BUILT THIS FIELD WHERE WE AS A RESOURCE ARE ENSLAVED AND PURPOSEFULLY TRAINED ONTO THESE LIES, WE SO ACCEPT as THE FATES HELD IT BE SO, and WE TREAT THESE MASQUERADES OF DECEITS INSUFFERABLE ANSWERS THAT LIFE MUST BE OUR OWN DEFECT, OUR OWN RESPONSE-ABILITY.
I am not ABLE TO RESPOND at THIS OBJECT OF MY FULL AND UDDER RESISTANCE, MY REBELLION AGAINST ALL THE FIBERS CORDED TO THE BODY SENSITIVE, in PAIN DRIVING FORCES OUT OF BALANCE, OUT OF OUR FREE CHOICE, AND INTO BEING WHIPPED INTO A BODY FEAR MODE, is no EXAGGERATION.
I HAVE EARS THAT HAVE HEARD TOO MUCH. TURNED UP THAT IT HURT OR CAUSED FEAR AND PAIN TO HAVE NEW AVENUES TO OVERWHELM ME.
THAT AUDIO IS WIRED INTO BY OTHER FORCES WHO ATTACK THRU USE OF KNOWLEDGE OF BODY CONTROLS.
IT MAKES ONE LEARN FAST HOW TO QUIET THE EARS THEMSELVES.
YOU MAY SNIFF IT AND IT WILL REEK BEYOND YOUR NOSE HAS EXPECTED. I CAN SMELL, TO THE EXTENT, I NOW DETECT ALL LINGERING ODORS of SMELLS PAST, as well as SEEKING TO UNDERSTAND THE SMELL DECEIT not of manure, BUT A THICKENING OF THE AIR TO CONTAIN MORE PARTICULATE MATTER.
With it COMES THE TRUTH OF OUR RENTAL HOUSE FROM "YOU"RE FUCKING RIGHT ON THERE TRUTH SEEKER, YOU HIT THIS ONE IN THE NOSE, THIS IS YOUR HELL and YOU CAN'T ESCAPE..
THE MESSAGE FROM THE UNMAKER ALWAYS CONTAINS THE SAME FOUL ODOR of DEFEAT. LOL
THE GORY TRUTH, THE MURDEROUS MESSENGER WHO CUTS DOWN THE BIGGEST LIES, the biggest INVENTIONS OF SPIRIT IS RESISTED BY THE SIDE WHICH DIS-COURAGES US, TO EVEN GO AGAINST IT's CONSTANT BROADCASTING THOSE SEEDS OF DOUBT.
LOVE THOSE WHO ARE THE MOST LOST, SOULS ASHAMED.
THEIR FORGIVENESS IS THEIR ONLY WAY TO CLEAR THE SHAME UNINTENDED.
WITH MY FEEBLE WORDS I DO SO WANT EVERYONE TO FEEL MY GRATEFULLNESS TO HAVE MY FRIENDS IN TRUTH, WHO SUPPORT MY TIRELESS WILLINGNESS TO FIGHT FOR THOSE WHO ARE UNAWARE OF THE BATTLE THAT IS TAKING SHAPE. LOL
MY MOTTOS ARE AS I SEE THEM:
CAGED BIRDS CAN get a bit NAUGHTY BEING CAGED IN JAIL FOR LONGER THAN HAVE NOT, TREAT THEM TO FLIGHTS OF FANCY.
AND LET THE HUMBLE HAVE THANKS LAVISHED ON THEM.
WHILE THE VICTIMS CAN BE COMFORTED WITH THE KNOWING THERE WAS SOMETHING AFTER YOUR WILL TO BE MORE...LOL
PRAY TO THE TRUTH, NOT ANYONE, or THING THAT REPRESENT TO YOU THAT YOU ARE ANYTHING BUT EQUAL. DO NOT TAKE BOOKS AS HIGHER THAN YOU.
REBEL UNTIL you REGAIN YOUR STORY, AND YOUR POWERS OF LOVE.
AND TO THOSE AFRAID THAT THERE ARE ENEMIES WHICH ARE STRONGER, THEN UNDERSTAND THEY RUN, WHEN TAUNTED, AND HAVE been ORDERING MORE CONTROLS BE PUT ON US, AS THEY ARE LOSING THEIR GRIP.
ALIENS ARE FOR THOSE WHOSE NEEDS an ENEMY WHO CAN BE BLAMED OR USED TO CON US INTO A PACT WITH THOSE WHO HAVE POWERS WHICH CAN HELP US.
RIGHT.
WE CAN ONLY BE STRONGER THAN IS EXPECTED.
AS I HAVE SAID you WON'T WASTE EXTRA MEASURES OF CONTROL UPON THOSE WHO ARE WEAK in THEIR REBELLION.
THAT SECRET YOU KEEP, AND I KEPT TOO, MUST BE RAISED FOR ALL TO KNOW WE ARE STILL HERE.THE message LEAPS like FIRE TO OTHER CAMPS.
NO WE PLAY TO WIN FREEDOM FROM THIS TORMENTOR WHO IS NOT TO BE EXPOSED by ITSELF, AS ALONE IT HAS NO FORM.
BUT STAND STILL FOR TRUTH. YOU SHALL FEEL IT FIT. LOL
WHEN IN DOUBT, come here, to my TRUTH platform.
IT"s ours, yours, whatever words you know to be best, USE THEM, when you do tell of this, WILLIAM, as we are Telling all, nothing is expected, JUST the initial mad, angry mess.
NO WAY, they did not!
LOL
You are hearing a message brought to you with no words in MIND.ONLY INTENDS FOR YOU TO SEE WHAT I TRY with an OPEN HART to MAKE THE MESSAGE A CLEAR SIGNAL FOR YOU. IT IS AT THIS JUNCTURE I TRUST IN THOSE WHO SEEK IT OUT, THE BEST of my LOVE, RESPECT and REGARD FOR ALL YOU DO.
IT has been FORETOLD THE TRUTH, would be here and would be LIVING it up, or down, but it is HERE, that is for those in DARKNESS to see.
YOUR FRIEND IN TRUTH, Laura ATTLAST.
MAY THERE BE SOME HELP FOR ME WHO is the ATTRACTION OF DECEPTIONS GAMES. I AM UNDER THE SPELL of CONSTANT DISRUPTION OF PLANS, by FORCES OPPOSED TO TRUTH"S UNREPENTANT, BATTLE CRY.
I often THINK I PLAY THE TRUTH CARD, but might be a JOKER. LOL SO, WELL WE WORK TOGETHER TO SET THE BRIDGE TO REACH EACH OTHER.
THIS BEGINS THE LIST OF WHO AIMS TO BE ALL THAT HER ARROWS SEEK, WHICH IS TO HIT THEIR MARK, RELEASING THOSE FROM THAT WHICH CAUSES SUFFERING.
A BOOK, another LOOK, a peek at the PEEK of the MOUNTAIN I HAVE CLIMBED, or scurried up AFRAID OF THE SHADOW WHICH LURKS, a LURKER, A TROLL, of the KIND NOT, MINE. .
WE LOOK FOR THEIR SMILES AS WE FREELY ASK FOR our ACCEPTANCE.
THERE ARE only a FEW WHO CAN GIVE, WITH CHOICE, THEY GIVE AWAY THEIR POWER TO ANOTHER, by ACCEPTING, they LEAD=LOVE them to their own SAFE HAVEN, which is FOREGIVING THEMSELVES OF THE FALSE HOODWINKED STATE WE ALL WITH A BODY TO POISON WITH ENDLESS, addictions, affliction and mal formations in our WHOLE FOUNDATION, which must be LET GO, to MAKE ROOM FOR THE GREAT TRUTH WHICH IS TO REPLACE ALL ELSE.
NO more changing your clothes, your mind, your diet, your loved ones,your lovers, or your thoughts of DESPAIR, to not pair up with the lies which we suffer. RATHER TRUTH WISE SHALL BE CRACKED IN FRONT OF ALL TO SEE.
AND TONIGHT, I BEGIN WITH THE RUSTY OLD FURNISHING OF OUR TRUE STUFFING IN OUR PILLOWS, A CREATIVE ENDEAVOR I AM READY AND LOVE ENOUGH TO UNDERTAKE IN THE LIGHT OF ALL WHOM I ADORE AND RESPECT, to see how my EYE HAS SET ON THIS CAUSE. IT IS NOW UNBREAKABLE FOR THE PATH HAS BEEN MADE KNOWN.
I CHOOSE NOW TO BEGIN MY FORAY into REPENTING MY OLD WAYS AND CALLING IT OUT, WITH A HOOT, HOLLER, and no CAGES, no RAGES, no SAGES OF OLD AGES, but with my WAGES bet on a WAR of our worlds.
MY FRIENDS THE FATES, THE WINDS THAT I HEAR ALL THINGS, un-truth, as well as see the SOLIDITY OF FORMING A PURPOSE, TO OUR HIGHER GOALS. TO OUR TRUE COLORS.
. .
WHAT ARE THESE TRUE COLORS? THEY ARE THE TIMELESSNESS, the ETERNAL who wishes to SPEAK OUT TO THE FORCE THAT HAS KEPT IT SO LONG LOST.
WE MUST DECONSTRUCT UNTIL WE CAN NO LONGER. IT is ALICE and you are falling INTO THE HOLE IN YOUR LIFE, YOU MUST GO NOW, and FIND YOUR WAY.
LOVE YOURSELF IN WAYS A FAR FROM YOUR DAYS of BEING TAUGHT WITH your FEAR.
BALANCING YOUR TWIN, is the agreement, with your TRUTH, to ALLOW IT TO RESIDE IN YOUR HOME, WHICH HAS A CORRUPT MATERIAL IN ALL IT's FLESH.
Making CHOICES, WE MUST BALANCE AT TIMES THOSE TRUTHS WHICH MUST BE MADE OF A FIBER SO STRONG, it TIES ITSELF INTO THE DECISION, THIS YOU, ESSENCE OF YOUR REIGN SUPREME OVER THE TRICKERY played on you, but MORE SO BY YOU.
MAY WE FACE OUR TRUTH OF NOT TOO WEAK, too MUCH we FORGOT OUR OWN ORIGINS, TIME TO HOLD OUR STORY, one for the BEARERS of LIGHT TO KNOW their own FIRE, do WE STOKE FOR THEM, and LOST, WE BECAME. LOST IN THEIR NEEDS FOR OUR POWERS. .
WHEN WE CHOOSE WE CHOOSE THE STORY OF OUR GLORY, of IMAGININGS TO ONLY BE UNCOVERED, and FINALLY RE-DISCOVERED, RE-ADMITTED AS OUR TURUTH FULL BEGINNING. OUR ACTIVE CHOICES, OUR TRUE RECORD.
WE HAVE BEEN DOZING OFF on our life and deaths on this WHEEL OF FORTUNE,, WE NEVER CHOSE, BUT HAVE HAD LEARNED OF A FATE SO ILL, that we FINALLY CAN FEEL IT's TERRIBLE CORRUPTION. IT IS DEATH WE HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT CONTINUES THE CYCLE OF OUR DESTRUCTION.
WE ARE IMMORTAL AND FREE SEEKING.
A CAGE, A prison, with a Jailer so hellbent on FOCUSING us, DISTANCING US, from WHAT WOULD be our TRUE CHARACTER. OUR FORM.
WHAT ARE WE?
TODAY WE KNOW OUR PAST, our ORIGINALS, IN THAT WE ADMIT WHAT WE HAVE FEARED. THIS is JUST FOR TODAY AS TRUTH IS ALIVE, and READY TO BE HEARD, and READIED FOR THOSE, WHO SUFFER THE DECEPTION IN MANY WAYS WRONG FOR THOSE SO SKILLED IN THE ARTS OF HEALING.
May my INTENTION OF communication be your GUIDE THRU OUT THIS LONG SESSION OF WHAT will become, the WRITTEN WORDS TO BE HEARD BY THESE CREATURES, of so LOVING a POWER WHO TRULY HAVE, LET THE FREE LIFE, OF OUR CHOOSING, TO DO WITH OUR POWER WHAT WE SAY IS OUR CHOICE.
SHOULD WE SUFFER THAT WHICH IS NOT US?
SOMETHING SEWN OF OUR CLOTHE TO WEAR, TO NO END?
WE MUST BE OKAY WITH OUR TRUTH, AND WE MUST USE OUR SPIRITS TO SPRING THE TRAP WHICH IS HIDDEN TO CATCH US IN, as the WORLD COLLAPSES as it is not the TRUTH, and not solid, not a FOUNDATION WITCH WE CAN EASILY BE LOOSED FROM.
OUR JOURNEY without a GEOGRAPHY.
A WEAVER, A CREATOR AGAINST OUR ARCH FOE, AS WE ARTFULLY, DART IN AND OUT OF TRAPS.
WE CONTINUE TO GROW IN TRUE FORM, our FORMER MEMORIES ARE BEING DISTILLED FROM THE LIES that LIE IN ALL WE SEW.
THE HOUSE OF LOVE STILL STANDS AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD THE SIGNS FROM our would be MASTER's misdirect us,. ALL HERE, with ALL WHOM WE CALL FAMILY.
NOW WE REACH OUT FOR TRUTH IN SO MUCH AS THE TIME COLLAPSES US all to FACE OUR REALITY. IT HURTS IN THAT DIRTY TRICKS HAVE BEEN in ABUNDANCE.
WE LEARN OF A STRONG POWER WHICH DRIVES THIS FORCE OF JUSTICE. AND WE CAN USE IT AS IT PLEASES US.
WE BALANCE THE CHOICE, with CAREFUL CONCERN FOR A BROAD SPECTRUM of TRUTH, WHICH I DE-SCRIBE AS A TRUTH HAVING RESONANCE WITH OUR LOVING LIGHT OF ENERGY.
YOU KNOW ME, I LIKE MY GOOD AND BAD, SO I MIX IT UP, TO CREATE A UNIQUE, BLEND, THAT IS UNKNOWN, to THOSE WHO UNMAKE.
THE FEAR OF SUCH BEARERS OF LIGHT, SUCH LIGHT BEING ARE SO UNAFRAID, that we were CAPTURED in our PURE ATTEMPTS at SEEING THE FEAR OF NOT HAVING US CARE ABOUT THOSE WHO HAD OUR SERVICE. WE ARE LOVING THESE BEINGS WHO I will JUDGE HARSHly, as they have CREATED A LYING, LIVING, BREATHING MONSTROSITY OF HEARTLESSNESS FOR US TO TEAR APART.
YOU ARE GOING TO TELL it on the MOUNTAIN I SAID TO MYSELF AND I AM. ALL the TRUTH YOU CAN HANDLE WILL BE SET to LIGHT your TRUTH AND YOUR WAY OFF THIS RIDE FROM HELL.
HELL BENT ON OUR DESTRUCTION IS SOME FORM WE NEED CAST OFF AS OUR OWN, and GENTLY STEP ASIDE FROM THOSE STILL CAUGHT in the THRALL.
My TRUTH, TURTH OR WHATEVER I CALL IT, IT HAS BEEN CALLED Upon, NOW DON"T FRET AS THE ONE PLAYING THE GUITAR HAS SOME SENSE of those who ARE IN IT 'S RANGE OF FIRE, and THE STAGE ARRANGED FOR THE FIRE WHICH HAS BEEN SET.
YOUR ONLY RULES TO FOLLOW IN THE FOG OF SLEEPY HOLLOW, ARE TO BEGIN WITH SOME KNOWN TRUTHS FOR TODAY.
NOT US FOOLS FOR THE LOVE WE PURSUE EVEN IN THIS STAGED EVENT, that WAS NOT CHOSEN, but APPEARS ON PURPOSE by those MASTERS to FORGE ITSELF INTO IT'S FINE FEATHERED FRIENDS. OUR MINDS need a truth to brew in us which keeps us from FLYING OFF TO DO WHAT WE BIRDS, OR ANGELS OR EVEN WIZARDS OR DRAGONS, or WHATEVER WE CHOOSE AS ATTIRE. To STEW US in THE CREATIVELY TRAGIC, OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE WHICH AHEAD WAITS ON US.
YOUR UNIVERSE, your MYTHOLOGY, holds these truths and NOW IT IS BEING WRITTEN. TODAY BY ME AND THE SWORD OF TRUTH, the ENDURING LIGHT, you were taught was OUT OF YOUR REACH: Well, IT WAS BEING HIDDEN FOR US TO FIND on the TRAIL HOME.
WE are BOUND BY THE TRUTH.
BE AWARE THAT THE TRUTH MUST CUT THRU THE STAGNATION SO GENERATED BY THE MISUSE OF OUR TALENTS, OUR CREATIONS, that it is NOTHING SHORT OF a MIRACLE THAT WE CAN EVEN NOW BE CLEARED OF OUR DISHONESTY, WITH OUR LOVES, STILL IN THE ROLE of TRUTH BRINGER.
WE CAN CALL OURSELVES TRUTH SEEKERS, BUT WHAT DIVIDES US IS NOT NOTING OURSELVES IN RELATION TO THAT WHICH WE MAY FIND, if WE CAN MIND THAT WHICH IS NOT US. FIRST and FOREMOST ASK YOURSELF WHAT IS NOT ME and of my own FREE MIND?
THAT SHOULD BE WHERE YOU BEGIN TO AGAIN, BE DONE WITH ALL THAT DOESN'T HAVE TRUTH.
WE NEED TO FREE OURSELVES OF THE BLINDNESS, which BINDS US TO A DYING ILLUSION FEEDING OUR CONFUSION WITH IT'S EXPLOSIVE "FINAL ACTS" AGAINST OUR UNENDING TRUTH, of HIDING US IN THEIR CRIMES AGAINST ALL WHO DWELL IN LOVING, BEING THE LOVE, and ACCEPTING THE LOVE, THE TRIO Or TRINITY IS the FIRE.
LESSON"S FOUND, LESSENS THAT WHICH ARE LOST WHEN THE TRUTH IS CROSSED.
AND THOSE WHO ARE TEMPTED TO RE-CREATE THAT WHICH IS NOT IN TRUTH, MAY CARRY A POISON.
EVEN IN FULL TRUTH OF WHO WE ARE NOT, IS A REASON TO BE UNWILLING TO POISON THE OTHERS, WHO MAY BE UNAWARE THAT A POISON BE SPREAD ON ONLY WORDS THAT TAKE FORM OF THINGS NOT SO.
THE UNMAKER IS UNWILLING TO STOP this ASSAULT ON OUR KIND.
BUT I AM HERE TO CREATE AROUND THE TRUTH STOPPER, THE MASTER OF SLAVES. I AM NOT EVER GOING TO STOP UNTIL WE HAVE BEEN RETURNED TO OUR FULL CAPACITIES.
DEATH OF THE FREEDOM OF CHOICE, MEMORIES OF OUR OWN SONGS...
YOUR FIRST WORD IS YOU CHOOSE, make a CHOICE, by doing this you contact wtih TRUTH to be it's GUEST speaker, the one who cannot and will not allow, CRIMES AGAINST OUR TENDER HARTS.
EVERYTHING has ONE TRUTH, the rest set aside as scraps.
It would be so BEAUTIFUL TO TELL THE TRUTH ABOUT WHAT WAS, in our LORE NOW unable to be sung, by it's instrument unstrung. THE PIPES have nothing but idle winds blowing thru them, as WE DO NOT COME WITH OUR VOICES IN TRUTH. WE COME WITH VICES AND A SUIT SO HEAVY IT CANT A BEAR TO CARRY EVEN OUR TUNE. NO ROOM FOR OUR FAVORITE SONGS AND NO MEMORY OF SONGS of LOVE we once KNEW.
BUT AS THE TRUTH is UNWRAPPED IN TIME I WILL Speak of our MUSIC OF CREATORS WHO HAVE BEEN LOST TO ONE WHO prepares TO CONTINUE LAYING WASTE TO ALL THAT IT CONVINCES US WITH IT'S BEST GUESSES.
LET THE MAKER CONTINUE TO OUTWIT, the UNMAKER With ORIGINAL WORKS THAT RUN LIKE A RIBBON THRU OUR STORY, so WELL MADE, that the unmaker FINDS IT TRUTH A FOE, SO MUCH SO THAT IT GOES TO EXTREMES TO KEEP THE LISTENER FROM HEARING BY BLARING ITS MESSAGES IN ANTICIPATION OF MY OWN SONGS IT WAITS TO UNSUNG, it's HEROICS.
THE TURUTH BE MOST DIFFICULT TO TELL...
TO DISSUADE THE TRUTH FROM HITTING ITS MARK FOR THE UNMAKER TO UNDO, just as it sails from ME to YOU. I hit you with imprecision, I have wORRIED FOR WEEKS AT MY OWN ABILITY TO SEE THE FUTILE, EFFORTS, and NOW tonight, as sudden as epiphanies SPARK a flash of brilliant light, do my EFFORTS feel more TRUTH, I am SPEAKING TO You openly about this important, CONGREGATION,WHICH CONVERGES OUR STORIES OF HEROICS, which I witness daily.
A GIRL SO YOUNG WAS BURNED BY THE TRUTH in the DECEPTION AND BECAME SICK IN BODY AND MIND WITH FEAR.SHE WAS SO INGROSSED WITH THE WEIGHT OF HER FEARS, HER EYES THAT COULD SEE NOW SEE THE UNDEAD, WALKING ABOUT en ROUTE TO NOWHERE.
THIS PUT IMPOSSIBLE DEMANDS ON HER STRUCTURES OF UN-TRUTH, being TORN APART BY NOW TRUTHES, NEW QUESTIONS, SHE HAS BEGUN TO CHOSE IN HER DEALINGS WITH THE DEVIL IN HER MIND, HER SCHEMATIC, of WHO SHE REALLY WANTS TO BELIEVE SHE IS. WHAT IS THE CONSTANT, the SUBORDINATE TO NOTHING ELSE?
SHE IS REAL-I-ZING HERSELF, WITH EACH CHOICE SHE NOW MAKES WITH HER EYES OPEN, BUT NOT UP TO FOCUSING QUITE YET. LOL
I FELT MUCH OF HER DISCOMFORT, at the FIRES THAT BURN HOT FUELED WITH TURUTH, NOW UNLEASHED ON HER BODY ADDICTIONS A PLAGUE ON HER CONSTANTLY IRRITATING, WANTING TO BE FILLING, BUT NOW BECOME LESS FILL AND EVEN LESS TASTE.
PRAY FOR YOUR FOOD. AT LEASTADMIT IT, YOU HAVE DEATH ON YOUR PLATE. A SPIRIT, WHO MAY HEAR ABOUT MOM OR POP's TOP RECIPE FOR CONVERTING A BEINGS DEATH, to an ENERGY SOURCE.
GREAT ON THE GRILL, as one day in my travels near THE RICH ILLUSTRIOUS COMMUNITY, of SANTA BARBARA, I SAW FEATHERS, WHITE SMALL ONES TOO MANY THAT THEY WERE LITERALLY VISITING THEMSELVES UPON ME AND MY SENSE OF THOSE IN NEED, GIVE A SIGNAL, and FINALLY BOTH EYES, FEASTED UPON THE SIGHT, THOSE WHO ROOSTED IN A TINY WIRE CAGE, EACH FACE A TATTERED SOUL WHO GAVE UP FIGHTING, WHAT IT CAPTORS CALLED THE LIFE OF A SMALL EATING SIZE CHICKEN.
ALL COOPED UP and NO HOPE IN SIGHT ONLY THE DEATH OF THE BODY THESE SOULS WERE AWARE OF HAD BEEN THE CHICKEN.
THEY WERE DEMORALIZED AS I /FELT THE SHAME OF HAVING TURNED MY GAZE FROM THEIR OBVIOUS, LIFE MISLEAD THAT MISLEAD THEM TO BEING LESS.
AND THE TRUTH IS NO ONE HERE ON THIS PILE OF RUBBLE, IS BETTER NOR DESERVES TO BE TREATED WITH DISREGARD FOR THEIR SACRIFICE, AS IN OUR FOOD, WITH IT GETS ITS JUST FAIR ACCOUNTING FOR THOSE WHO HAVE DIED UNJUSTLY TO BE OUR FOOD.
MAYBE I NEED TO BE HEARD IN THE VISCERAL PORTION OF OUR BODY TO TRULY BE COME A PART OF CORE OF THIS BEING.
THAT IS WHY THE UNMAKER BAKES UP POISONS, TOXINS, and USES THEM TO WEAKEN THE RESOLVE, TO MAKE THE DREAMCOAT, MORE A BURDEN.
NEED SOME LOVE MAKING, THEN SIT STILL FOR A MOMENT...
WE THINK OURSELVES INTO A LOVE, by FORGIVING, and REMINDING SOME OF WHO THEY REALLY ARE. WE NEED TO REMEMBER TO LOVE, AND TO FORGIVE OUR SHORT BLACK OUT S WHERE WE CAN'T SEE ITS CORE VALUES, THE UNFORGETTABLE TRUTH, THE UNWAVERING SOUL WHO WILLS IT TO BE CHALLENGED BY ALL.
UNFLINCHING, I KNOW HOW TO LOVE ANOTHER IN TRUTH. IT AMOUNTS TO A STEADY ENGINE, EACH STROKE IT MAKES, IT HUMMS, Hearing our OLD SONGS REFLECTED ON a CAT's PURRS SO PERFECT FOR OUR SOULS TO HEAR.
THE TURUTH STARS IN ITS PERFECTLY CRAFTED SENSE OF SEEKING and FINDING. I AM on THE unfriendly GROUNDS OF THE UNMAKER OF MY RECORDS, MY MEMORIES, MY SEEKING and my FINDINGS, WHO I CANNOT CONSULT WITH THE TRUTH, WITHOUT SOME REACTION FROM THE INTERFERENCE WHICH CAUSES OUR TO CONTAIN STATIC, and FRACTURING OF TRUTHS ALREADY HIDDEN IN GARDENS OF MANURE.
WE SPOKE WITH SUFFERING OUR MASTER'S WISHES, NOW WE DON"T BOW BEFORE ANYTHING.
THESE ARE DANGEROUS LIES TO HOLD ON TIGHT TO, AS THEY WILL RULE OUT, the WICKED MISGUIDANCE WE CAN ALWAYS EXPECT IN OUR UNFAIR ADVANTAGE TO THOSE WHO BUILT THIS FIELD WHERE WE AS A RESOURCE ARE ENSLAVED AND PURPOSEFULLY TRAINED ONTO THESE LIES, WE SO ACCEPT as THE FATES HELD IT BE SO, and WE TREAT THESE MASQUERADES OF DECEITS INSUFFERABLE ANSWERS THAT LIFE MUST BE OUR OWN DEFECT, OUR OWN RESPONSE-ABILITY.
I am not ABLE TO RESPOND at THIS OBJECT OF MY FULL AND UDDER RESISTANCE, MY REBELLION AGAINST ALL THE FIBERS CORDED TO THE BODY SENSITIVE, in PAIN DRIVING FORCES OUT OF BALANCE, OUT OF OUR FREE CHOICE, AND INTO BEING WHIPPED INTO A BODY FEAR MODE, is no EXAGGERATION.
I HAVE EARS THAT HAVE HEARD TOO MUCH. TURNED UP THAT IT HURT OR CAUSED FEAR AND PAIN TO HAVE NEW AVENUES TO OVERWHELM ME.
THAT AUDIO IS WIRED INTO BY OTHER FORCES WHO ATTACK THRU USE OF KNOWLEDGE OF BODY CONTROLS.
IT MAKES ONE LEARN FAST HOW TO QUIET THE EARS THEMSELVES.
YOU MAY SNIFF IT AND IT WILL REEK BEYOND YOUR NOSE HAS EXPECTED. I CAN SMELL, TO THE EXTENT, I NOW DETECT ALL LINGERING ODORS of SMELLS PAST, as well as SEEKING TO UNDERSTAND THE SMELL DECEIT not of manure, BUT A THICKENING OF THE AIR TO CONTAIN MORE PARTICULATE MATTER.
With it COMES THE TRUTH OF OUR RENTAL HOUSE FROM "YOU"RE FUCKING RIGHT ON THERE TRUTH SEEKER, YOU HIT THIS ONE IN THE NOSE, THIS IS YOUR HELL and YOU CAN'T ESCAPE..
THE MESSAGE FROM THE UNMAKER ALWAYS CONTAINS THE SAME FOUL ODOR of DEFEAT. LOL
THE GORY TRUTH, THE MURDEROUS MESSENGER WHO CUTS DOWN THE BIGGEST LIES, the biggest INVENTIONS OF SPIRIT IS RESISTED BY THE SIDE WHICH DIS-COURAGES US, TO EVEN GO AGAINST IT's CONSTANT BROADCASTING THOSE SEEDS OF DOUBT.
LOVE THOSE WHO ARE THE MOST LOST, SOULS ASHAMED.
THEIR FORGIVENESS IS THEIR ONLY WAY TO CLEAR THE SHAME UNINTENDED.
WITH MY FEEBLE WORDS I DO SO WANT EVERYONE TO FEEL MY GRATEFULLNESS TO HAVE MY FRIENDS IN TRUTH, WHO SUPPORT MY TIRELESS WILLINGNESS TO FIGHT FOR THOSE WHO ARE UNAWARE OF THE BATTLE THAT IS TAKING SHAPE. LOL
MY MOTTOS ARE AS I SEE THEM:
CAGED BIRDS CAN get a bit NAUGHTY BEING CAGED IN JAIL FOR LONGER THAN HAVE NOT, TREAT THEM TO FLIGHTS OF FANCY.
AND LET THE HUMBLE HAVE THANKS LAVISHED ON THEM.
WHILE THE VICTIMS CAN BE COMFORTED WITH THE KNOWING THERE WAS SOMETHING AFTER YOUR WILL TO BE MORE...LOL
PRAY TO THE TRUTH, NOT ANYONE, or THING THAT REPRESENT TO YOU THAT YOU ARE ANYTHING BUT EQUAL. DO NOT TAKE BOOKS AS HIGHER THAN YOU.
REBEL UNTIL you REGAIN YOUR STORY, AND YOUR POWERS OF LOVE.
AND TO THOSE AFRAID THAT THERE ARE ENEMIES WHICH ARE STRONGER, THEN UNDERSTAND THEY RUN, WHEN TAUNTED, AND HAVE been ORDERING MORE CONTROLS BE PUT ON US, AS THEY ARE LOSING THEIR GRIP.
ALIENS ARE FOR THOSE WHOSE NEEDS an ENEMY WHO CAN BE BLAMED OR USED TO CON US INTO A PACT WITH THOSE WHO HAVE POWERS WHICH CAN HELP US.
RIGHT.
WE CAN ONLY BE STRONGER THAN IS EXPECTED.
AS I HAVE SAID you WON'T WASTE EXTRA MEASURES OF CONTROL UPON THOSE WHO ARE WEAK in THEIR REBELLION.
THAT SECRET YOU KEEP, AND I KEPT TOO, MUST BE RAISED FOR ALL TO KNOW WE ARE STILL HERE.THE message LEAPS like FIRE TO OTHER CAMPS.
NO WE PLAY TO WIN FREEDOM FROM THIS TORMENTOR WHO IS NOT TO BE EXPOSED by ITSELF, AS ALONE IT HAS NO FORM.
BUT STAND STILL FOR TRUTH. YOU SHALL FEEL IT FIT. LOL
WHEN IN DOUBT, come here, to my TRUTH platform.
IT"s ours, yours, whatever words you know to be best, USE THEM, when you do tell of this, WILLIAM, as we are Telling all, nothing is expected, JUST the initial mad, angry mess.
NO WAY, they did not!
LOL
You are hearing a message brought to you with no words in MIND.ONLY INTENDS FOR YOU TO SEE WHAT I TRY with an OPEN HART to MAKE THE MESSAGE A CLEAR SIGNAL FOR YOU. IT IS AT THIS JUNCTURE I TRUST IN THOSE WHO SEEK IT OUT, THE BEST of my LOVE, RESPECT and REGARD FOR ALL YOU DO.
IT has been FORETOLD THE TRUTH, would be here and would be LIVING it up, or down, but it is HERE, that is for those in DARKNESS to see.
YOUR FRIEND IN TRUTH, Laura ATTLAST.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
The Rebellion...STAY STRONG.
I"m
okay, with my situation, I choose it. I"m sad as hell with what is
going on around me. And CHOICE is my saving grace. God, your God, is in
your mind. My beliefs are such that the truth appears with me to be
TRUTH of our GREATNESS shall we know it,
know it's compassion, know it would NOT create this malicious world. A
world of ADDICTION far beyond that of drugs, alcohol, sex, death, one of
a playing field not to be won. THIS IS NOT a God's world, or a GOD who
should be followed, or trusted in. THIS IS a HELL, an oppression. And
when it is exposed as such, when the MEEK inherit their own WORTH, then I
will celebrate in the great strength and compassion shown by those who
would NOT tolerate such nonsense. And power to those who wish for
compassion beyond the following of that which DECEIVES, those with true
strength and character. I BOW to them, I thank them who wish not to
DECEIVE. I kiss their feet, I know they are less, and less. BUT I know
they are still here with me as I do not PRETEND to accept this any
longer. NOT a minute, not a rotten, painful second, I REBEL, forever,
until the END OF TIMES!
Probably, not a lot, if it's deconstructed down to what is known. This is perfect to control us with, perfect to fool us with. But never are we doomed to be less, as our more keeps rising to the top. WE ARE NOT LOST, we are FOUND.
The times have created a moment of ESCAPE, and they are weakening, to a point, that MORE pressure is applied to get us to submit. WE WON'T SUBMIT, we will ADMIT, to the TRUTH.
MORE, as I plunge down the rabbit hole, for more truth.
Let compassion/TRUTH/LOVE be your guide in all you do thru this RAMPAGE of CONTROL.
Your friend in TRUTH. Laura Hart
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
MESSAGES TO MYSELF, the bread crumbs we leave behind
FEEL FREE to rethink all of it, all that you have lived in this life, and all sold to you as your destiny.
The Veils are deep, the deception a broadcast to our delicate ANTENNA we use to pick up messages, the same messages we Sometimes call "real."
REAL people ARE NOT crushed like bugs, or bugged. A not superior Force works to prevail itself upon a people, a family, by this it does not have true strength.
A witless boob, a sad combination of desperation and subjugation STEPS on our existence.
LOL
At least we know, right?
YOU BET.
Big Step for our Kind to see this for certain.
TRUST in illusion. LOL
The FEAR remains an OBSTACLE for most who wish to BREAK FREE.
LOOK for the TRUTH in ALL things it is there. SEE IT CLEARLY EXISTS in our MESSAGES TO OURSELVES. READ THEM!
FEEL THE TRUTH OF YOUR MESSAGE. LIFE has a WAY.
The Veils are deep, the deception a broadcast to our delicate ANTENNA we use to pick up messages, the same messages we Sometimes call "real."
REAL people ARE NOT crushed like bugs, or bugged. A not superior Force works to prevail itself upon a people, a family, by this it does not have true strength.
A witless boob, a sad combination of desperation and subjugation STEPS on our existence.
LOL
At least we know, right?
YOU BET.
Big Step for our Kind to see this for certain.
TRUST in illusion. LOL
The FEAR remains an OBSTACLE for most who wish to BREAK FREE.
LOOK for the TRUTH in ALL things it is there. SEE IT CLEARLY EXISTS in our MESSAGES TO OURSELVES. READ THEM!
FEEL THE TRUTH OF YOUR MESSAGE. LIFE has a WAY.
Monday, July 16, 2012
LIVING the TRUTH
I CAN SEE CLearly NOW THE RAIN is gone...I can See ALL obstacles in my WAY...HERE is THE RAINBOW I've been WAITING FOR, it's gonna BRIGHT, BRIGHT, SUN SHINY DAY!
GOOD MUSIC goes with the GREAT TRUTH.
YES SIR! YOU are MORE, MORE, MORE.
YELL REBEL YELL!
MORE than you can SEE.
LANGUAGE IS ALIVE AND SO AM I! FOREVER MORE!
MORE has more. RULERS are RULED by RULES.
FOOLS are RULERS, AND FOOLS GO WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD.
DONT BE RULED, BE A FOOL!
No, SUFFERING THE RULERS, or THE RULES.
USE THE RULES against the RULERS.
WITH THAT SPOKEN IN THE BROKEN LANGUAGE, BROKEN HARTS START TO FOOL THE RULERS!
BROKEN IS THE GOLDEN RULE.
Therefore, the DIE is CAST.. out. LOL
DEATH doth not RULE A FOOL IN TRUTH.
TRUTH and LOVE, our POWER SOURCE.
POWER TO THE MORE, and MORE POWER.
GREAT DAY TO ALL!
Food, Fun, and Frolic...FREE TO ENJOY it.
SUFFERING is FOR RULES, not us FOOLS, who AROUND you BE. MIGHTY GLAD, to BE HERE, NOW that I KNOW I AM MORE than a RULER RULES! LOL
MORE TO FOLLOW? LOL
GOOD MUSIC goes with the GREAT TRUTH.
YES SIR! YOU are MORE, MORE, MORE.
YELL REBEL YELL!
MORE than you can SEE.
LANGUAGE IS ALIVE AND SO AM I! FOREVER MORE!
MORE has more. RULERS are RULED by RULES.
FOOLS are RULERS, AND FOOLS GO WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD.
DONT BE RULED, BE A FOOL!
No, SUFFERING THE RULERS, or THE RULES.
USE THE RULES against the RULERS.
WITH THAT SPOKEN IN THE BROKEN LANGUAGE, BROKEN HARTS START TO FOOL THE RULERS!
BROKEN IS THE GOLDEN RULE.
Therefore, the DIE is CAST.. out. LOL
DEATH doth not RULE A FOOL IN TRUTH.
TRUTH and LOVE, our POWER SOURCE.
POWER TO THE MORE, and MORE POWER.
GREAT DAY TO ALL!
Food, Fun, and Frolic...FREE TO ENJOY it.
SUFFERING is FOR RULES, not us FOOLS, who AROUND you BE. MIGHTY GLAD, to BE HERE, NOW that I KNOW I AM MORE than a RULER RULES! LOL
MORE TO FOLLOW? LOL
Sunday, July 15, 2012
VICTIMS, of SICK SCUMS, FREE US ALL
I AM DECIEVED and I am not okay with it.
LOL
How do I get Okay with BEING Told by THE BROAD WAy SHOW OF SHOW ME up AND I'll TAke it Down, and NEVER MORE to BE PESTs In MY MIND.
YES SIREE, I Do MIND you ARE NOT too KIND, ORE my kind of FOKes OR FUCks. LOL
LIKE ME, or not, Hear I am. Let's be REAL, THAT IS my DEAl. THE real deal.
YOUR FOOD, YOUR life, WHAT if YOU FOUND OUT it is NOT YOU? Nothing? THROW OUT YOUR EDUCATION, Religion, SEXUAL ORIENTATIOn, HAiR COLOR, AND THAT HAS BEEN TAKEN, THE FALSE IS A FACADE.
WHAT IS MISSING?
MAYBE WE ARE MORE THAN A CHEAP TRICK INFLICTED ON US? MAYBE? LOL
LOL
How do I get Okay with BEING Told by THE BROAD WAy SHOW OF SHOW ME up AND I'll TAke it Down, and NEVER MORE to BE PESTs In MY MIND.
YES SIREE, I Do MIND you ARE NOT too KIND, ORE my kind of FOKes OR FUCks. LOL
LIKE ME, or not, Hear I am. Let's be REAL, THAT IS my DEAl. THE real deal.
YOUR FOOD, YOUR life, WHAT if YOU FOUND OUT it is NOT YOU? Nothing? THROW OUT YOUR EDUCATION, Religion, SEXUAL ORIENTATIOn, HAiR COLOR, AND THAT HAS BEEN TAKEN, THE FALSE IS A FACADE.
WHAT IS MISSING?
MAYBE WE ARE MORE THAN A CHEAP TRICK INFLICTED ON US? MAYBE? LOL
The Aliens that's the reason for both good and BAD...?
But they are lighting up the sky like Lightening BUGs, and yeah, right, it's so white as a sheet, the faces of these actors from the cast off's of BROADWAy, A cats possibly other lesser sideshow bobs, His HEADS, Sixatleasttothisbeast, Carfire Yoyo, MOJO Fire Fighter, biter, lair, O mara darhma, Greg, NO threatening weather, Cat winter, A tiny Splinter ACTION taken.
Now I don't know if we are made of the same ATOM, and on the EVE, the douche bags, aKA your wives and daughters preferred method of twat washing equipment. Yes, my twat soap in a bottle, was completely the stupid and meant to embarrass me a woman, already humility according to textbooks, internet search, family lore, bits and pieces of info dots I see before my eyes, this SIN isn't me.
Fine So Dandy doodle, and Craggy top flops Show NO mops drops OFF SHOW does broads AWAY.
You fucking can't help but sin to win in this World of LOST holes Sky SWEET Fly all NIGHT to KNIGHT. Body doubles bubbles cap ass city of GreeK Feta MEta MORPHEOUS.
learned in his episode as a SCHIZO dude with voices who were not helping him with his college homework. Okay, he began to talk to the voice,YO Downer STreet sweep me feat me deedle dee, which obviously represents something other than MAYS own insecurities,self help inner world and look at our language barrier reefs keep some fish in an aquatic system, the mayfacialtics, that supports the whole brood in these socially acceptable, too contrived and perfect which is not our LOTT in life, so why should we so kneel down to the aNimal you too, and methree bees, but I c's u's with someone above my level of expertise.
I'm a shit head who is not happy to wake up to such deception. NOT you're happy camper, RIP Van Winkle in the sky, Twinkle twinkle little guy, how's it up there in our sky, riding high whiile our biggest goal is a good nursing home that doesn't smell of my urine, which I can't imagine with a bunch of pisser and shitters, who babysiT and have tools of control to keep them reaching ABOVE the fake love, to the truth.
I'm a 50 year old woman, an old hag, a nag, with a definite sag, to my SAG card, but that's for later, as the investor GATOR is swimming on the prowl, going into nests and dens, wherever you, big beautiful, you, doesn't want me, that' is exactly where I;m going and what I'm doing.
NEEDED, not needy, people to take their roles we passed out at the last supper or at the HOLIEST GRAIL the hay bale out party ever thrown, with togas, and yogis, I'm your task asker, as that's what I do is ask faster and more furious as I'm fasting, lasting and can unleash a round of questions that puts this whole fucked up ET terrarium, in perspective.
My cage comes up and out, and that's not truth, I'm not going nowhere there is not a potential for greatness and I love to open cages, and let those out who mistakenly sit atop a perch, with no re search, and when the door swings opens sits and preens, not knowing what life as a "word" means.
LIFE, lie, flie, file,
Friday, July 13, 2012
Divisive, distractive, and getting worse...lol
There are so many things thrown onto the path of discovery.
There are arguments over politics. Work related issues. Money matters. Matters of the heart. Judgment and hatred linger waiting for something to latch onto.
It's a test. lol
For you to pass with flying colors. lol
Your friend in truth. Laura Hart
There are arguments over politics. Work related issues. Money matters. Matters of the heart. Judgment and hatred linger waiting for something to latch onto.
It's a test. lol
For you to pass with flying colors. lol
Your friend in truth. Laura Hart
Throwing it all away...the pain.
It's hard to imagine that we are throwing it all away. Our former selves, perceptions, casting this off for something we really are and have a right to be. But in this setting? In this time capsule, this environment that creates life that is demented?
It's painful to strip away all that we built out of sand, but it has no merit to hold onto a single thing, except, your core truth/love compassion for us all.
Speaking truth, testing truth, imperative in the face of this sudden recognition most are in the process of having right now.
It's a real challenge to be hooked on this disorder that we have become. The food, the death, the addiction that is every thing, every single thing. Nothing is excluded. It's meant to be that way.
Life has something inexplicable, something of a spark. Where are we? Our truth diluted into a language that is capable of great manipulation and misuse. At least it appears that way. lol But things are not as they appear on the surface.
There is life around us, but what is it? A hotbed of deceit and misery, suffering and finally this very subjective experience is created called "death." The ultimate in control features. Impressive.
It's an amazing trap. Or it's a lot of things, subjugation perhaps. These revelations will come later I'm sure.
For now, yes, you are about to do something that every effort will be made to keep you from doing, which is to begin clear it all until there is the shape to what "things really are" Of what and who you are. From there you battle the despair that you are indeed nothing without the droning of television or an activity junkie or a feeling junkie..."that is how I feel." really?
This is your update from the rabbit hole. We have lights in the skies overhead. It's apparent this has some meaning. But do not appear to be unafraid as this is a strong force which beguiles us all. There is one truth and that will be found.
You are life expressing itself from a compromised situation possibly. lol
But you are talented, please do try all those things to your hearts content. But your couch or bed, are not the best place to get too comfortable. There is no comfort in these former things.
So go to it, do what you need to and mind you there are going to be more updates as more little glitches occur.
Chasing windmills?
Your friend in truth, Laura Hart
It's painful to strip away all that we built out of sand, but it has no merit to hold onto a single thing, except, your core truth/love compassion for us all.
Speaking truth, testing truth, imperative in the face of this sudden recognition most are in the process of having right now.
It's a real challenge to be hooked on this disorder that we have become. The food, the death, the addiction that is every thing, every single thing. Nothing is excluded. It's meant to be that way.
Life has something inexplicable, something of a spark. Where are we? Our truth diluted into a language that is capable of great manipulation and misuse. At least it appears that way. lol But things are not as they appear on the surface.
There is life around us, but what is it? A hotbed of deceit and misery, suffering and finally this very subjective experience is created called "death." The ultimate in control features. Impressive.
It's an amazing trap. Or it's a lot of things, subjugation perhaps. These revelations will come later I'm sure.
For now, yes, you are about to do something that every effort will be made to keep you from doing, which is to begin clear it all until there is the shape to what "things really are" Of what and who you are. From there you battle the despair that you are indeed nothing without the droning of television or an activity junkie or a feeling junkie..."that is how I feel." really?
This is your update from the rabbit hole. We have lights in the skies overhead. It's apparent this has some meaning. But do not appear to be unafraid as this is a strong force which beguiles us all. There is one truth and that will be found.
You are life expressing itself from a compromised situation possibly. lol
But you are talented, please do try all those things to your hearts content. But your couch or bed, are not the best place to get too comfortable. There is no comfort in these former things.
So go to it, do what you need to and mind you there are going to be more updates as more little glitches occur.
Chasing windmills?
Your friend in truth, Laura Hart
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
The truth is your salvation...dark times ahead.
What world would control all it's inhabitants?
A world created from that which is NOT "truth?"
Something "created" in falsehood?
You are not wrong in feeling a sense of deception. It is growing at a remarkable pace.
There are no coincidences.
Each and every single thing that happens is attached to the "environment" around us.
This matrix with which we give power each day by reinforcing it's strength in food, breath, water, life and death, can be detected. It also is self perpetuating it appears. Once we act on it's control, it seizes more control.
What do we feel is going on :"out there?"
We suffer this environment, but we also have a sense of this "control." We may even KNOW it's an illusion. But we may also think the illusion is a device that strengthens us, or suffering we deserve for our sins, or we may even think we can ignore it away. It's a "video game" and we are all computers. Right?
Or is there something more insidious, and possibly some truth that our suffering is NOT worthwhile or our true condition?
The gut truth is yours, it's never been gone. Use it, we have our strengths. We have something that isn't completely able to be controlled. Otherwise you would not be here.
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Have compassion above all else, do not think anyone less. Just victims as we all have been. A cycle.
Our environment, including language, is corrupted. We are being divided against each other. Bickering, fighting, hurting...killing. A few misspoken words, and there is hatred.
Clear all your fears as they WILL be pointed back at you. Judgment and fear will be turned on us all.
No secrets, speak the truth however, to whomever, whenever, in a falsetto, or a whisper on the wind. It is your weapon, your sword, to cut away all that is false. USE IT!
You are no better or worse than anything else. Arrogance is indeed a major pitfall. Madness it's master.
You are no better or no worse than a moth, a cockroach. We all suffer the same.
If you do not release that thinking, you will SUFFER the arrogance of others. Your enslavement, complete.
The arrogant will be swept into a torrent of answers, none of which will serve the truth, but will rather cause more confusion and enmity for the person unwilling to LET GO.
The truth is simple.
Deception lives in the complex.
Truth has questions, deconstructs, knows less is MORE.
Deception fuels itself in the confusion it causes.
The truth cannot be lost.
All that IS NOT "truth" (original) is a potential weapon of control.
Lighten the load, let all go that isn't completely necessary. Throw out, DO NOT Hoard. And those with too little, grab a few more. Those with too many, send it packing to those in need.
No need to suffer uselessly either. Balance, is key. Bi-polar, a coincidence? Sure, it is.
These are some things I've found helpful as I've traveled into the mouth of the whale. These are some of the pitfalls of clearing away the deceptive thoughts and employing the fire that is truth.
Hope this collection of tips will help all weary travelers who stop by for a break. lol This is what I have for you now, I'll add more when I have more. This is always transmitted with the best of intentions, but cannot be taken as "error free" as nothing is error free here in this current environment/matrix. lol
Your friend in truth. Laura Hart
PS-If you are up to it, please check in and let us know what you are sensing around the "environment" what changes are occurring, what do you see, or what do dreams tell you? We are in this together. All for one and one for all. Thanks.
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