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.
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!
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.