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One of you wondered; "where are your thoughts?" I answered with silence, for silence is sometimes the best course when confronted by a sneering face, and a mind closed off by a hatred. I was her, she is me, as I was not so long ago. The destroyer I sense in her, how could I not? I recognize it so well.

Another said "she could learn so much from you". I cannot teach another what has to experienced-to be understood. She needs new eyes, not new words.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I stand on the stage of this, a poor little theatre under the stars.
I can't see your faces, so I close my eyes, and I say to you what is in my heart, what is in my thoughts.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Maybe I shouldn't admonish them, really, what right have I? Maybe unrestrained and emotional discussion is whats needed for them to evolve the necessary skills to cope with communication with other humans. Is it a necessity that people must hurt each other in order to grow out of hurting each other? I just don't know sometimes.
I know I don't like to see people stop speaking from their hearts, and turn to anger, and begin attacking each other.
I am my own best example.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I Think Too Much

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Word·smith (wûrd'smĭth')

1) A fluent and prolific writer, especially one who writes professionally.

2) An expert on words.

Taken from: www.answers.com/topic/wordsmith

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I must not be swayed into some ear tickling fantasy writing by someone with a good writing style and a little bit of insight.

As always, if it doesn't sound right, but comes from a reliable source, I have to reason it out. It annoys me to have to re-examine everything ever said to me in life when the only people who can lie to me are the ones not knowing that they pass bad information.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Holy Nuke. Think about it.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I love complicated people who keep it simple, and simple people who don't care if your complicated.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I am restless, it stirs through my soul.
I continue to pace the cage.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I cannot speak to any one of you with a light open heart, while my heart is hardened towards another of you. It is hypocrisy. And so I go now among you to atone for my wrongs of you.

Please forgive me.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The gift of memory in it's exact recollection is not about linear temporal sequence recollection for me.
It is vector and scalar in nature, and must be relived, not remembered in order for me to detail all of it's facets precisely.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There is far to much psience fiction being written as psience fact.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The community is atwitter with tales of paranormal assets being added to them, or existing perceptions being increased in amplitude.

Their children, more sensitive than the parents are to the changes, do not have the facility or the context to know what it is they are percieving. And so they go directionless because the previous generation cannot look beyond their own limits into the places where their children glance with impunity.

The physical symptoms are beginning to come up in topics now, the word spreads. It is only the beginning.

The effect is still the main topic, while the reasons for such an event happening go as yet unspoken.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

You and I will stop staring into each others eyes at some point, because trust will be there. We will turn from each other, join hands, and look out into the world as more than one. Others will join us, and we will grasp their hands, and they will look out into the world with us.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

靛
藍
龍

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

You continue your efforts to quantify me through examination. A monkey may pick up a nuclear detonator and examine it all he or she wishes, but in the end, they are still a monkey.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I am still uncomfortable placing pieces of my self in this place, but if I cannot speak even to myself of these things, where then should I gather my courage and speak?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

This, and this alone is why I have refused to read the literature that is so popular; all these labels, all the peripheral descriptions do not make it more real to me, it is written to be made more real for other people, by people who don't themselves know.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

My patience with witches is waning.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

It is easier to move a mountain than it is to move a mind set in stone.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Talisman magic is more difficult to trace as a tele/empath because the caster isn't in constant contact with talisman or amulate, and only checks in on their handiwork at their convenience or the convenience of whim.

The most typical talisman I have seen given is gauntlet, knife, spelled KitRae swords, choker, and differing jewelry. Most of this type of magic is benign and sincere, however others, such as in the case of given swords, carry spells enslaving the holder. Though the spells aren't about enslavement specifically, it is the end result that counts.

Check them out, then chuck them out.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The blindfolded leading the blind.

I think to myself as I wrap the sash around my head. I secure the two ends in a loose granny knot and reach around to my eyes making some last moment adjustments to relieve the pressure the blindfold is having on my eyes.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

They cast a spell, calling on their Gods for the power to carry out their will on another, while others ask for guidance and or healing for their transgressor.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

iili.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Hard to top the above post today.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

They think I look down, and they are wrong in this, having their directions mixed up. I look back, and often fondly in remembrance of my own growth in that specific thing.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Sometimes the indications of undealt with history come in the form of an emotive twitch, sometimes as a twinge.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

It's all been said before, even now I hear the echoes of it.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

From every word flows the state of mind.
From every state of mind flows the definition.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

"You don't know shit about metaphysics"
No truer statement can be made by you in regards to me.
You point out my strengths inadvertently.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The more I look at the human animal, the more indistinct the boundaries of the possible become.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Alts of cosmic foolishness, did you think a telepath could not see?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Amusing to note; the very things they accuse her of are the things they themselves need to work on the most.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Yesterday my Pardon came in the mail.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Tribes is at 747 Gb in 75,026 pages.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There are no such things as "minor events" when all things are connected.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When I point at you, it means I have thoroughly examined the what and why of the fingers pointing directly back at me.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

You are what you do.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

A thought is an action. A thought about doing the dishes, is not doing the dishes.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Le coeur parle directement au coeur.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

You are not alone.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Tribe moderators could consider implementing 1-2-3 Magic. It modifies behavior in children effectively.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Thirteenth Step

We make an identical step every thirteen steps.
In other words, each of twelve steps is employed differently, tilted to make use of one part of the foot over another for the duration of the step. Balance and placement are different each time to keep one part of the foot from being utilised for each and every step.

The first and the thirteenth step are identical because the configuration of each footfall is hardwired into the brain to save the foot from needless wear.

Heard this from Dr. Friend of Dr. working on this.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Whether shopping for food, love, understanding, wisdom or friends, don't do it while starving for any of the aformentioned.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I wonder exactly how many alts were created on 06/05/06.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Empaths Alike, your continued lack of decisive thought will only serve to confuse the empathic ones among you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The dreamers believe that stoicism is the road to enlightenment. Never had I seen a cobblestone called a highway until now.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

If you must provoke a thing; provoke a thought. No one will remember whence it came, and it will spread like raindrop ripples across the ocean of humanity.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I can effect a certain amount of change in my breathing such as hold my breath for a time, but when I exhale finally, it's usually a blast. And no matter what I do, I must breathe. So too, I can regulate my breathing for long periods of time, and eventually be diverted by something else requiring my attention. And so my breathing resets to it's natural rythm as set by my overall state of mind and present circumstance. Tel/Empathy is no different to breathing.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When I first crossed the seal, I came in through a slave wearing Prada shoes.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I have never voted in any municipal, provincial or federal election during the course of my life. None of the candidates or parties involved were worthy of my vote.

The Nationalist said; If you don't vote, you can't bitch. To which I replied; I always pay my taxes, every cent owed. I'm not refusing to cast my vote because of certain failure on the part of the elected to deliver. I refrain from voting because of the certain failure of the system to which the electorate belong.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The geometry of thought.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I am the eyes among the leaves
the shadow among the trees

I am the well aimed arrow in flight.
A being of light on a dark night.

If I pierce your heart, I die of your injuries.
If you lie, I die of your perjuries.

I am love on a cold day.
The silent hiss of justice on its way.

I am the drawn sword of Alexander
Mystery my Gordian knot to sunder.

My wings are stained with the blood of men
Their deaths a beginning, not an end.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

As an Tel/Empath the word vicarious has a completely different context.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Of what value will your current thinking be there, in that time?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I need to close my eyes for awhile - to walk in life for a time with only my sight as my guide, and not my vision.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There is a thing that has been used to succesfully unite men in task for millenia: Destruction. It had a rival: Defense. When Defense became Destruction, it became necessary to give it another label, it was called National Defense.

When National Defense could no longer be called anything but Destruction, it was given a new label.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

hmmm²

It is because the math itself, and the personalities employing it, require the associational leap between the particles and their nature. The relatedness is missing when all becomes subjective at the subatomic level.

Some call it philosophy, I call it the beginning of creative physics. The observeable comes next when the atributes of the String are studied from the various perspectives. One such is the alteration of subatomics by Ψ. It started with study of the associational effects between the subjective subatomic universe and the subjective individual. An observable result ensues in the objective or relitivistic universe.

It is understanding the leap between this effect, and the subjective foundational universe the String theories describe, that will help to define first the nature, and then reality of, the extradimensionality inherent in current String Theory.

It would also bring to light the connection subjective thinking has to a seemingly Objective Universe.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There are only three answers to prayers: Yes, No and Wait.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Do I believe in abortion? No.
Do you believe in retroactive abortion?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Annoyed by the lack of conviction, substance and direction I see among tribes and it's members, I remove myself from the vicinity of them.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The primary difference between a survivor and a survivalist is apparatus. The survivor is his own apparatus.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I inadvertently activated my perceptions today.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

She is exactly where she needs to be, without deviation she storms off into the future set.

The cost to me is high, but worth it as the end results matter more to me than the pain I feel.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

All too often are the thoughts of one's "higher self" mistaken for the those of the highly "emotional" self.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Someone mentioned that I have not credited the authors of the written material in my Inspirations module. I did not do so because I believe that if you give someone explicit directions, they will spend their time looking for street signs on corners and not see the countryside through which they travel.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Within the hour of dropping the shields I had so lovingly erected around her to protect her from her accusers, she fell to their spell.

All the chaotic energy that was untill yesterday being deflected into me from moment to moment by my efforts has become her burden to bear. Now God willing, she will learn the value of making amends with those whom she would call enemy. Forgiveness is such a precious thing in this world, as precious as life itself - for without one, the other is wasted.

She and a friend no longer in my list are correct in their saying I had chaos energy around me, I stood long in the fire so that she could bring the proper intention into Harmony without interference from her attackers. All the while she questioned, pleaded and finally railed at my lack of presence in that place, reminding me of my responsibilities to this world and it's peoples so many times. Still I would not tell her.

Long have I felt the pain of not telling her why I had to tightly valve but not sever the connection between us, channeling the attacks of others to myself in order that she might succeed. I shared none of this burden with her. And now my burden on her behalf is gone from me.

Now she has begun to decend into the darkness in which her accusers live. Into the darkness I have fought so hard against. Maybe I was wrong to shield her from this, only time will tell. Still, I would not take back one single moment of my actions nor lessen my pain of these events by the smallest measure, as I have, and always will, consider it a labour of love.



Post Scriptum.

It was her statement; "You're hunting Witches." which prompted this pouring out of my heart. Certain Witches were, and still remain, the only ones to guide me in my time of awakening, the only ones strong enough in themselves, and selfless enough to care about how I grow. And though my patience with certain ones has waned at times, it has never fallen beyond respect and goodwill.

Namah Te

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Now I go to rest, and to cleanse myself.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Believing is "sides" would make understanding the worlds' situation so much easier, so much more incorrect.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The only definitive difference between Witchcraft and Psi is your perception of it.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Shields and their use inhibit maturation and growth in the way they are taught and employed. I will never get anywhere while my focus is on them, already they have become obsolete for defense of and from me.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Of what value is it to you when you have outgrown it?
Give it to another that they may grow into, and beyond it.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Continue to live by manufactured consent, and call it freedom if you will. It will remain the most comfortable place on which to lay while watching your world and yourself be torn apart.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Trying is a function of thought.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I have nothing to say regarding things not experienced firsthand.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

In the absence of factual information, opinion gains supremacy becoming the surrogate of fact.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Verbing the noun - How lame new words are made.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Do I seem like one who doesn't believe
in what he cannot see?
I believe in the wind
and can see it's effects
no less clearly.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I saw the weather supposer,
he said a percentage.
I love that.
A percentage of a chance.

That was the day any actor
could anchor the weather.

That was the day
an opinion became
as important as a fact.

That was a day,
a long time ago.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I ask nothing of you that I am not currently willing to give. It is for this reason that I ask so little of you. Often it is easier to proceed without you than to explain, or debate with you the reasons for proceeding in the first place.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

A peculiar form of perplexity came over me today.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The ripple only seems deep, when it nears the shallows.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Elise introduced me to the ambisyllabic L. An inside joke to be sure. I asked her if there was a paralell, and she told me there wasn't because the L had no place to go when it was at the end. The R though, was another matter altogether. So much for ambisyllabic parallelism.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

It is not that I came up with the thought, it was always there. I merely happened to be listening at the time.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I have said nothing intelligent. I have merely stated the obvious and worded it in such a way as to make sense of it.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

AI Bytes

An example of a multilayered subtlety, is the setup and use of one letter square to complete three words simultaneously and consistently - In a game of Scrabble.

The point is; say what you mean, and mean what you say in every context you present simulataneously.
Because; Even when your not understood - You will be.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When you write a paragraph or sentence, and your sentence ends leaving a word or two on a line by themselves - As this paragrah will be doing. It is called an Orphan, and is improper in the business of publishing.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Humanism is not a stone, but a piece of a stone.

If made into a road, it leads to slavery and madness.

It resides within self, AND the collective.

Go see for yourself.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

As always, the easily led make up the highest population count, and, because of their milling throngs; are easy prey of Government and Media. Their easy to spot, you'll find them at a voting station on election day; voting decisively for a left or right wing.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Nurture, not Nature.

Yep, another study. This time from the University of
British Columbia - It's been echoing around the world for centuries.

Have you ever heard the folkialism: He's good at Math, She's not"?
I have. The first time was long ago.

Women were told before a test, that females of the species are, by design, not as sufficient at mathematics overall as the males of the species.

Around fifty percent of the women bummed on the exam against the men.

Guess which fifty percent of women were told the opposite.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

They call it "Connection to Source". Pale and empty words. Those who know the difference are entirely aware of this fact as the reality of their situation has made them aware of What and Whom the words imply.

It took me a lifetime to grow into these words, and a moment to grow out of them.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

From oblivion eld, I came.
To oblivion young, will I return.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When asked by a member of an collective; Would you attend coherent and meaningful discussion on global direction with a view to effecting change?

I replied; That depends entirely on both the essence of the changes being considered, and the means by which those changes are to be implemented.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

חכמה

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

In the case of clear communication here in Tribes; it may be necessary to dumb down, find those who read with the intent to understand, or say nothing at all.

In any case, enduring negative judgement of my percieved communication will ever be the case.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I have grown out of this place of liars pretending to be psi, fake witches and those who's words show their lack of knowledge of the things they speak about. You cannot learn to be that which you are not by emulating, what you believe is the course of, one who IS that which you aspire to being.

The courses you choose show your lack of direction.

With all that's happening in the world, all you can do is sit around discussing your own remedial skills, theories and social skills.

I go now to act on the things you will not discuss, because doing so would require purpose, direction and an action of you.

I viewed Tribes and saw a vast dark land with dots of light spaced widely apart. Unable to connect in any meaningful way, the lights continue to burn casting light in a tight circle about those who would endure the burning.

All the while, in the dark space between the lit places stands the multitude. These ones, used to the dark for so long have no context for their placement or direction in life, calling the darkness around them - Light.

Tribes has become like the Free Association site - a hole down which you defecate your words and feelings. And why not? You are responsible to no one, not even yourselves.

I'm so disappointed in you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The single plea of a friend in need was all that was required to turn my world upside down. Or is it right side up? My sense of responsibility would not allow my emotions to govern my actions. Damned concience.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The people of The Way beckon.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Simple Man

The difference between the simple man and the complicated man, is the pause.

Allow me to demonstrate:

What is greater than God?
And more evil than the Devil.
The rich need it.
The poor have it.
And if you eat it; you'll die.

I knew the answer to this riddle in the first three seconds of reading it. As do you.
When I discarded my instincts, and began thinking, I slew the simple man, and became the complicated man.


₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Feb / 06

Do I believe An' it harm none do what ye will?; I'm not sure that I can exist on make it up as I go along moral ground at this time. I know me well enough to sidestep that landmine. I have long known the saying "Absolute power corrupts absolutely", but I have also come to know, that absolute power attracts the absolutely corruptible. Sound wise? It's not. It just IS. Many of you might disagree with my interpretation of 'these eight words the rede fulfill', but for me, it is true of who I am at this time. I must be absolutely careful of what I unloose in this world in my search for clarification.

Where the path leads, I will go. That's about all I know. I just hope that I am informed, as well as morally and ethically centered enough to make wise decisions at the intersections. The funny thing about this is; I'm thirty nine years old, and I'm suddenly in the position of asking, who and what am I? All over again.
I thought I had a pretty good handle on this answer until recently.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Smile when you think of me.
It causes me to smile and think of you;
When I am not already thinking of you and smiling.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Some realities are beyond your ability to accept; not because you are unable to accept them - because you are unwilling to accept them.

When you are willing and able to let go of that which you have been told, you will be able to look and see for yourself what it is I have been saying all along.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Christians were given a firearm and the training to use it with accuracy, then placed in harm's way. Nine times out of ten, they shot at another Christian.

The Christians they were aiming at were given precisely the same reasons for being placed in harm's way. Let history be your guide.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Actions speak louder than Blogs.

The reason I place my thoughts in this read only fashion is because I am not interested in what you have to say publicly in response. I am interested in what you have to think of it privately, and see it become a part of your public actions.

Too often are your responses used to bring attention to yourself and you quickly lose sight of the content of the post in your need to fulfill your cravings to be heard and accepted.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

My wings twitch with the need to be away from you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Did you think I speak these things merely to say words? My words are my intent, reflections of what I will do when I leave this chair.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I remember a man speaking at an AA meeting in downtown Vancouver once help up his empty styrofoam cup and said:

"Anything can be your Higher Power, even this cup."

He died of his alchoholism two and 1/2 years later after partially vomiting the contents of his previous nights binge; causing him to choke to death while he slept.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Dark One owns all of your nations and religions, but he does not own you - Unless you become a slave to religion or nationalism.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

A woman thanked me for having the ability to condense it down to a bumper sticker. How else could I be understood in the age of shortening attention spans?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Yes, it occurs all around you while you stand there with bewildered looks on your faces asking each other "What is happening?" The end of your current world and the beginning of my previous world is at hand. Now you will understand why I was the way I am.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Matthew 7:21-23

"Not everyone saying to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of the Heavens, but the one doing the will of my Father who is in the Heavens will. Many will say to me in that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and expel demons in your name, and perform many powerful works in your name?' And yet then I will confess to them: I never knew you! Get away from me, you workers of lawlessness."

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I wondered at this, looking outward into the worlds of the congregations and seeing what He meant by this and wondering to myself 'how they could know of this chapter and three verses and continue doing as they had always done?'

It wasn't until I looked inwards that I came to understand for myself, what had been missing. That though I studied the Bible in the hopes of understanding my Creator and His Son, I had missed the point of it altogether.

Being young of heart I began praying to the Father and afterwards, speaking to the Son. I stopped praying for things and for myself and began praying for people, asking nothing for myself. After praying first for those who would call me enemy, I went on to pray for friends, then family; making little or no distinction between any of those for whom I prayed except in the order to which I prayed for them.

I always prayed that Jehovah would make Himself known to those for whom I was praying, asking that He would show them the Love He has for them in a way that they would understand; asking Him also to lead into their lives those whom, knowing His word, would be able to speak clearly on the matter without judgement of those to whom they were speaking.

Asking Him to guide and protect those for whom I prayed, I would ask also that He give them discernment thay they should be able to see and understand what it is He wants for them and why. My prayers on the behalf of others would always end with a plea that He not forsake or give up on them as they are as I am; not knowing what they do.

When I was finished my prayers on behalf of people, I would pray The Lords Prayer, being sure not to intone or fall into habit, but think and mean each phrase as I prayed to Jehovah. I ended my prayers, thanking Him in the name of His Son and then went on to tell Jesus of the things in my heart directly thereafter, often thanking Him for His intercession with the Father first.

After a short heartfelt thanks, I would begin speaking to Him as a friend does to a friend; telling Him of my day, my hopes, my sorrows and my laughters.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Essaire

(ess sie ear)

Definition: Causes me to focus my attention in a pleasurable way because the topic or situation stirs either my heart or my thoughts to higher function.

I had to make this word because a friend does not like the sound of the word interesting in her native tongue, and when I looked interesting up in the dictionary, I found it's definition to be too narrow.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

One cannot say when or how inspiration comes to another. One can only hope to inspire oneself and let inspiration touch those whom it may on it's own time and in it's own way.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I remember the disappointment I felt when the world did not stop all that it was doing and jump up and down in happiness for me when informed of my intention to follow Christ.

I stood there crestfallen looking at my feet while a tumbleweed rolled past, quieting the cricket that had been serenading me.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Religion

Have you ever been in a Gelato or Ice Cream shop that gave out samples? Ever sampled your ass off?

I met a woman who did this once. When I asked her how she liked the flavours she had sampled, she could'nt remember any particualr flavour; except for the last one. It was all of them combined and left a bad taste in her mouth.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I hope to change the way in which the world percieves without being recognised for ever having done so.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Never will you see an ascendent one laughing at you, though you are likely to mistake his or her laughter as being 'at' you. In fact, they laugh with you, as one day you will look back at who your are now and laugh with them. They are merely there, laughing and waiting for you through an epoch of time to join them in their laughter.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Some of the most powerful psychics in the world are in
the employ of the U.S. Government, and so I am partially blocked. I am given free reign among them, but not among those they protect.

Soon that door will close, as they draw their attention back to themselves. There they will find me; sitting on the sofa of their minds watching the show that they have been employed to cover.

This is what happens when governments hire amateurs into their intelligence communities; any wild talent can pick them apart simply because they are limited by the will and imaginations of those employing them.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Many are wondering why their cards don't penetrate and why their shields are ineffective in this new age. It is because they are obsolete, and have been for some time now.

As always, my saying so will call forth your derision, some part of you invariably insists that I must be saying these things so that I might appear above you or better than. All the while I sit with tears running down my face because part of me longs for something that you have that I can never again achieve: Naivete.

Do not think me critical, as I am not. I have merely become pragmatic regarding the illusions of prior beliefs in this age.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

生 活 能 量

If you wish to see telekinesis at work, learn about the above concept.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Sometimes, only a kiss will do to express what it is I want to say. I place my lips on hers and kiss her long and slow. After, I open my eyes in time to see her open hers, the look we exchange is no different to the look we give each other after making love together.
I love this form of expression.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The problem with reality co-creation is that fantasy co-creation is more often mistaken for the former and rarely recognised as the latter.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

To the woman with whom I live:
My association with you brings my loneliness sharply into focus at times. Unfortunately those times are becoming more frequent.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Your freedom allows you to pursue anything you can percieve. You became a slave of your perceptions.

My freedom allows me to pursue anything I can concieve. I became a slave of my conceptions.

It was not until I saw a snowflake that I realised the gravity of the situation; we are all slaves.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Freedom is a sorry existence when you are one of the first to be free. Once the elation of freedom wears off, the reality of the responsibility of freedom sets in.

I look back at those with whom I stood, seeing them in their bondage and wonder to myself; "What can I do?"

The question which occupies me in the next moment is not whether I should do something, but whether I should have looked back at all.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Should I survive God's judgement of me, I can assure you of only one thing: Should you not survive God's judgement of you; In due time I will forget you as though you had never existed.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Union

I was atop you, our eyes locked.
And as I began to enter you, I saw the concentration in your focus fade, your mouth opened in a silent oh, and your eyes glazed over and then closed.

I was gentle as there was much of me to receive, and, as the sensation of my entry into you took over my senses; the need to look into your face no longer mattered.

Becoming unaware of myself, I became lost in the awareness of US. My eyes began to defocus, and close of their own volition.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Friends

I don't think the word friend means to me, what it means to so many others.

Even the label “online friend” or, in this case, “Tribes friend” means different things to different people. As an example, a Tribes friend is not someone whom I have listed in my friends so that I may appear more interesting to others looking at my profile. Ornaments are of no value to me, nor do I make a good ornament as those who do not connect in a meaningful way with me at least occasionally, are removed from this list.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Intelligence is as intelligence does. Which is why you cannot emulate intelligence convincingly no matter how intelligent you seem to yourself.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I see and hear their words, and I marvel at their foolishness. I remember too uttering those same belief systems, shaping those same thoughts.

How can I show them the connection of their thoughts to the sources of their thinking? It would take many words to illuminate this bond and their attention is limited.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The journey is as important as the destination.
For without one, what would be the point of the other?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

If a woman claims to channel an Angel and does Tarot readings, avoid her. She is lying to you, though the lies are not hers alone.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

If you must believe in wind, to feel the wind in your hair, then there is no wind.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I have never hunted game for sport, only for sustenance. Although I have, on many occasions, considered hunting sport hunters for sport.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I can not take my own life, or by inaction, cause my life to end - Unless it is to exchange my life, that you may continue living yours.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Those existing among the collective search endlessly for each other. Those who do not yet exist here, search only for themselves.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I no longer recognise the landscape around me. Is this then what happens, when a curse becomes a gift?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

From the time I was a boy I considered it more important to learn to do a thing well, than to simply learn to do a thing. What is the point of learning to do a thing, if I do not learn how best to accomplish it?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Courage is a fine thing.
Courage without action is not courage.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

A double edged sword is the gift of language, for with infinite combination thereof can all things be written and called truth. In the age in which I live, and on any given day, I can justify even my unfortunate lack of wisdom simply by replace that word "The" with the letter "A" before the word Truth.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The face of the city, though fair and bright, hides the night skies from our sight.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

With a pen, do those thousands die. The bullet is merely the pen's instrument of change.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The imagination is merely the drafting table for implementation of the will.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I came to understand that though I have every justification; it is in staying my hand that I attain mastery over the mind, body and situation.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When you seek out passionate people with whom to be and relate, remember that their passions are polar in nature and run as deep in either direction.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Paradox Meets The Double Negative

All statements are in error - Including this one.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Today, as I walked my dog, we came upon a canine website. My dog went to it, sniffed it and then cocked his leg updating it thoroughly.

Later, as we made our way back, we found another dog updating it. My dog sniffed at the new blog entry and replied.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Life would not exist in this Universe without light.

There are many varieties of light.
There are many varieties of Light Workers.
Very few of either contain the wavelengths necessary to support growth or sustain life.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

One of the arts of being a succesfull and sane Telepath is the art of appearing to remain oblivious - without becoming cynical.

The key lies in choosing the things I wish to acknowledge in the proper order and at the proper time.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

It Is Of No Moment

If a person makes a false claim against you, saying you are without integrity, and is believed by others around you - It is of no moment.

He has done you a service by removing the foolish from your viscinity and gathering them to himself.

For the vast majority of the world is populated by the foolish who, in their large numbers, believe that if enough of them believe something to be true, then it must be true - Regardless of it's foolishness.

(tbc)

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

A quiet mind hears all.
A quiet heart feels all.
A quiet search finds all.
A quiet spirit knows all.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The government has accepted my proposal and will fund my class one driver training course, paying $12,800 for the schooling and a further $3,000 over two months for support costs through to it's completion. Eight weeks are classroom and driving time. The last four weeks will be on-the-job, paid training in a carrier mentorship program..

This course is twelve weeks long and, once completed, is equivalent to two years experience in the industry.

I go to North Vancouver to sign the agreement paperwork on Tuesday of this coming week. It is not a student loan, nor am I required to pay it back on, or after completion of the program.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

No more secrets.

It builds, like a wave of excitement in my diaphram. The more complete my connection, the stronger the sensation - The stronger the sensation, the more complete is my connection. and then; Awareness.

In order to go out, I first go within, and once connection within is made, my awareness knows only the limits of the direction to which I focus it.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When the ripples proceed into the distance - beyond my capacity to see. I wonder to myself how long it will be before they lodge in the conciousness of those for whom change is a natural function of life.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There lies within each seed the capacity for the flourishment of life. If a seed is left too long from the soil, the life within it fades away. So it is with words left too long unspoken.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Practice does NOT make perfect as all practices are imperfect and lead to imperfect practices. Those saying 'practice makes perfect' merely become proficient, then call proficiency; perfection.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Two levels of existence.

Seeing and listening is not about how, or why one uses their eyes and ears; it is about when.

Seeing and listening is not about eyes and ears.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Your soul is your life.
Your spirit is what gives you life.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

We often confuse our wants and needs. Those things seen as needed are more often the means to attain our wants.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Normal

The word's meaning evolves itself into extinction, becoming an evolutionary dead end for those using it.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Temporal Tempest

I lodge lucid moments into the collective consciousness. But alas, moments in time are like particles in the windstorm; visible but for a moment and lost in the next.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When sophists agree to disagree.

I postulate that your theory may be based on a reality known only to you and, though irrelevant to this universe; May have some basis for reality in a verse not currently known to me.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

♡→◎

Nothing cuts through a shield with more facility than Love. It cuts into and out of shields with equal ease as there is no shield that can defend against it because there is no Human that can defend against it.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The only way I know of to describe the smell of a rose to you is through dance. If I hold a rose to my nose, my definition of it's fragrance will flow from my body.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The theory we study is merely a precursor to understanding the application of absolutes.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Balanced Diet

Healthy foods and regular exercise are good for the body. These things help prevent dis-ease and promote longevity.

Healthy thoughts and regular exercise are good for the mind. These things help prevent dis-ease and promote longevity.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Shield's a Crumblin

If yours is beginning to fail, erect a new one in it's place as soon as you can or you may begin to experience life on life's terms with the possibility of healthy coping skills.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

New Age Reasoning.

Your theory regarding that person's conjecture of the reality sounds better to me than my own theory. Therefore, I will adopt your theory of the conjecture without confirming it's reasoning or the origins of the original conjecture and it's basis for reality.

I do so because, though I do not know you personally; I do respect you. Your unsubstantiated theories somehow make me feel better about myself without me having to ask "why".

Therefore I will allow your theories to add to my overall confusion as we reweave the tapestry of our respective realities into that which we want to believe most.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Our wants are the testing grounds of our creation.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Life is a series of open doors.

Step through at your convenience; but do so quickly as life's doors have a way of slamming in your face or hitting you on the ass during transit.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When one chooses to live in darkness, one's eyes eventually adjust.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Better never, than late.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Obsolete Know-It-All's

I know what I know, and as a result; I can learn nothing new until I realise that what I know, no longer applies.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Progression

Ignorance of the law is no excuse.
The law is ignorant of no excuse.
The excuse of the law is ignorant.
The ignorance of the law, is no excuse.
The law is ignorance.
Ignorance is the law.
Ignore the law.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Testosterone can transform a fool into a man and a man into a fool with equal facility.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Teachers flourish when students are interested, and lose interest in teaching at the same speed as students who lose interest in learning.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

It is unwise to pray for things that you yourself can accomplish.
Should you choose to do so, disappointment will likely be your reward.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

During the previous age, common sense was exoteric.
In the 'new age', common sense is esoteric.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Would that men would practice love and indulge compassion with as much zeal as they practice war and indulge hatred.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Revenge passed down through generations escapes the understanding of those against whom it is directed as they see it as a result of incidents generations past.

It is easy for them to lose sight of the fact that the governing systems they perpetuate are the very same which caused the incidents in the first place.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

People believe that they elect officials to represent them, their belief is in this is incorrect. They elect rulers to govern them. It is because they are unwilling to take responsibility for their actions that rulers are needed to govern them.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The number one export of the United States government is chaos.
The number one import of the United States government is illegal drugs.
The number one product of the United States government is state sanctioned terrorism.
The number one aim of the United States government is globalization.

Don't take my word for it, go see for yourself.
Let history, recent or otherwise, be your guide

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I will tell you what is, being whom that you are, you are ready. To say all that is now would be irresponsible as you are unaware of whom you are in entirety - You are to yourself, the sum of whom you believe yourself to be and no more.

I will not tell you what will be as that is not whom you are now, you are not ready. To say all that will be, would be irresponsible as you are less complete now, than you will be then.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Precipe

I see their walk
their eyes ever lingering
on the ground at their feet
unaware of where their next foot falls
they are neither aware of the ground
nor their feet.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Emotional Bank Account - For Men

If you make regular emotional deposits
you will be able to make regular physical deposits.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Another doorway has opened.

My half-brother Mark strolled into the inspection station I was scheduled to observe yesterday. And though I had not seen him in 25 years, I knew immediately who he was - The eyes never lie.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There are three forms of writer's block that come upon me:

The block of responsibility - I cannot be cruel nor reckless with the lives of others, no matter the manner and nature of those lives. Often do I toil against my proclivities on their behalf.

The block of certain one's within the spirit realm who, even now, are aroused to anger and attempt to block the rest of this sentence. Rage against me if you will, rage against me for you excercise my Will.

The block of writing of moments not yet in existence - The future is of the deepest personal nature, whether it be his, hers, yours or theirs. It is mine to experience with you, and nothing I can do or say has ever prepared anyone for it's advent or content.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

If you would illuminate the way, do so gradually.
Allow time for eyes to adjust lest they turn away.

It is best started in the morning of their lives as exposure to the midday sun causes them to seek the darkness in their need to escape their pain.

If their eyes do become exposed to the midday sun, and they do retreat - allow them to do so freely and be of a compassionate nature towards them. Their eyes were made to enjoy the light and pierce the darkness.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Q

Whether it be intellectual quotient, emotional quotient or spiritual quotient, one constant remains: The relationships between the figures at hand.

Do they relate? To what depth are you able to perceive the existence of their interrelations?

I assure you of this one thing; when you run into a relational scalarity, you are simply missing the relative factor that lies at your feet.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Those refusing to face the light live in their darkness and become shadows of themselves.
Their attempts to move forward bring them deeper into darkness.
Their steps back move them away from the darkness. Yet, because of their directional orientation, the darkness is all they can see.

Many of them believe themselves to be intelligent, yet few of them are able to perceive the fact that they walk backwards into their future - Neither growing nor maturing.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I found my life
to be the precursor
of my existence

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Purpose does not live for a people; people live for a purpose. Life is not the purpose of living as even the smallest life form has a purpose not it's own.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The most powerful weapon of mass destruction is ignorance.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Immature friends are our gifts from God; they help us hone patience, tolerance, understanding and compassion.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When anger is your tiller, an unhappy future is your destination.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When A Tree Falls.

If a tree falls in the forest, and there is no one around to hear it; does it make a sound? Yes.

That there is no Human around, does not change the reality of the situation as there is no forest in existence that is without other forms of life within it's borders. Even the trees themselves feel vibrations in their roots as fruit trees produce less fruit annually if more fruit falling from their branches is felt hitting the ground at their base.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

If you would build a nest, begin gathering twigs.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Understanding Versus Point Of View

Wisdom is understood by the wise and interpreted by the foolish.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Do not thank me, as I have done nothing for you that was not first done for me by another.
Only in the moment that you have done for another what was done for you, will I have accomplished anything at all.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I once had a dream wherein I had forgotten something and could not remember what it was.
Perplexed, I racked my memories trying to find a clue to what I was supposed to have remembered.
It was not until I awoke, that I realized what I had forgotten: That I was asleep.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Stupidity is not a condition, it is a state of mind.

"I just want to get away from stupid people." He said as he prepared to leave the office.
Unfortunately for him, his plan was doomed to failure by the mere fact that he left in his own company.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Well made keys open well made locks to well made realities.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Love is not blind, it simply selects 'what' it wishes to acknowledge, and 'when'.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

moth

If a thing matters
a value of it is lost
by the contemplation of it's cost.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Oversimplification

If you think something needs doing, just get off your ass right away and go do it.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I set the seeds on the wind and watched where they landed amongst the fell.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Discoveries of fundamental constants in the nature of things are not actually discoveries; they are simply the beginning of a more informed understanding of the object or subject at hand.

It would be more accurate to say that one has discovered the obvious for oneself, and explained it in a way as to make sense of it to others.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Sleep is my friend.

My average shift is between 14 and 16 hours long. My average wake time per day is between 19 and 21 hours.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

What is the number one assault on the Human?
Through their use of Choice.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

It could have been there, or here; relevancy chose it's place.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Death is but the moment between existences.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Things not conceivable are rarely perceivable.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The last of my adversaries has departed this life - With but one exception: Myself.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Destiny is a word people use when they are not fully cognizant of the fact that life is about free will and the choices thereof.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Philosophy is less about the topic than it is about the way in which one addresses the topic.

Merely another style of thinking.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Smokers are a dying breed. Forced into exile by their addictions, they slowly commit suicide.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The word Government has a new definition: Organised Crime.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The reason I refrain from speaking with you is because of how you speak with yourself. When you call yourself an idiot, I'm forced to agree - Not because I believe your an idiot, but because YOU do.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

?...

I prefer not to allow question marks to linger.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

1 + 1 = 0

It is unwise to equate stupidity with lack of intelligence. Stupidity is merely the focus of one's willful ignorance on the task at hand.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I do not fear death or dying. I fear only that YHWH may find me unworthy of a second existence.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The greatest gift a parent can give a child is common sense.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The difference between a shallow thought and a deep thought is the amount of effort one puts into thinking.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Hold love hostage if you will, but remember; love WILL escape you, and you will have neither it, nor the ransom you demanded.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

It is simple to discern the fake witch from the real witch; the fake witches read, share and publish spells for every coping mechanism.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Chaos is not disorder, it is merely order of a different magnitude.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I have written to the young woman, however it is the old woman; the woman whom she will become that I am speaking to.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I am the culmination of all those who came before me; the precursor of those to come.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

At Screams Echo

I once said that one cannot truly appreciate Peace until one has experienced war.

I was incorrect.

The struggle for peace truly begins after the fighting has ended.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I am merely an average man seeking the limits of his average mind.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There are many people following the religions of YHWH and Jesus - And they will follow those religions into the demise of those religions.

There are few people following YHWH and Jesus. They have nothing to fear from the demise of themselves or religions.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When you say to a beggar 'Sorry man. I got nothing left'. There is truth in your lie; you have nothing left. Even your Humanity is gone from you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The oddest thing occurred today: I opened the small fridge in the truck I drive and something didn't fall out.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Observeable Baseline Y Tangent

Again, for the quantum and string theorists.
When the one seeks the 'why' of this Universe, the 'what' becomes apparent.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Aborigines believe that the Human race is addicted to water. I believe that my body knows precisely how much water is needed to flush out the poisons of my North American grown foods. Anything in excess of that process is my addiction.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Eyes Of God

When you turn your back on one of little means, you have just turned away from YHWH.
Turn back and look into that lowly one's eyes.
You will be looking through their eyes into the eyes of YHWH.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The problem with revolutions is, they are just that; revolutions. They constantly bring us back to where we started.

I am more interested in evolutions.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Life is cheaper than salt on British Columbia's mountain highways this winter.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I move not with, but among you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

(Knowledge merely serves to open doors to greater, as yet unexplored unknowns.)

She wants the answers to questions she has not yet asked, nor thought of asking, as the knowledge required to open the doors to those greater unknowns has not yet entered the void of her consciousness.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

How like the the Earth I am; A classically trained savage with a thin layer of civilization on the surface.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

As regards the "deep things of Satan"

Once learned, these things cannot be unlearned. They can however, be superseded by more relevant information.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

For some young women, young men are like training bras; a novelty at first and quickly outgrown.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Ascendant descendants
Descending ascendants

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Yep, it's a pickle.

A wise Human will accept admonishment and make adjustment.
A foolish Human will ever refuse to see what is so obvious to others about themselves.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

As a trucker, the only difference I see between one town or city and the next, is the order in which the corporate presences in those places appear on the way through.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The blind leading the blind.

If a man claims to be a teacher of God's Word, and does so to military personnel while he himself is a member of that military; that one is a liar, though the lies are not his alone.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Those who don't learn, don't stop doing so.
Those who won't learn, won't stop doing so.
Those who rarely learn, rarely stop doing so.
Those who do learn, never stop doing so.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The God of flowers is the Sun.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Instinct and intuition blend artfully when exercised together.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Sharing energy is not much different to sharing sex; once having done so, one has shared the energy of every one the other has done so with.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The difference between lower systems and higher systems is perspective.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

What you know, and what you think you know; are mutually exclusive.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

¾ + ¾

She is not ready to become the complement to what she craves most in another.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Word.

There are as many different understandings as there are people.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Giving life to a drug.

You use a drug and eventually that drug will use you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Ritual is the symptom of man's rulership of religion and has little or nothing to do with God.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I cannot show you what I see, I can merely point out what I'm looking at.
In the case of things existing outside of your experience, I can only describe what I am looking at.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The unteachable learn by example.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

A thought is a journey of never ending conclusions.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Should you pray for others, remember; you may become God's answer to your prayer.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Your awakening has not yet occurred. Your sleep has merely lightened to the point that you are becoming aware that this may be a dream.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

All revolutions contain the means by which the next revolution becomes necessary.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

You walk your road, occasionally seeing the scenery around you.
I walk the scenery around you, and occasionally see your road.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Willful ignorance is a socially transmittable disease.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Don't forget the lessons that your bones remember.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Mastery is the illumination of the possible. Beyond mastery is where possible and impossible coexist as one.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

You are given to know only what you are able to know.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

All too often is the end of one system and the beginning of another system brought about by war.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Besides you, the only voice trees have, is that of the wind.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Only one voice can be heard over the howling winds of change - Your own.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The only silent forest in existence is the one that has been clearcut.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Gift Of Life

be a gift
to the Giver
and a giver
to the Gift

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Squares who think outside the box merely seek bigger boxes to explore.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

As my sunrise is another's sunset, so too is my sunset another's sunrise.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Logic can coexist with data, however not all data appears logical. Greater interdependencies exist, defying all logic not cognizant of those complexities.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Do not hate thine enemy lest ye become what thee hate.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Reincarnation

The rain drop's journey back into the sky.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I use the light of those ahead of me to illuminate the places I will soon occupy.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I arrive with the entire journey contained within me and find that I have become someone else.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Matter is merely a symptom of the non corporeal Verse.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Rebellion is a natural consequence of sentience and free will.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Messiah was not killed by Romans or Jews, He was killed by religion.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Into the realm of Human thought I ponder - And wonder as I wander...

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

A question is a journey - The answer a destination. Enjoy the journey as another awaits you at your destination.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I am led, as a child to wisdom.
As a child; wisdom is simply common sense.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

As I define myself, I limit myself to the extent of my definitions.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I thank you YHWH for Woman. For had I only men to teach me what it is to be a man; I'd be a lesser man.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I know only as much of you as I've had the courage to discover of myself.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Beliefs obscure certain knowledge - Especially when the senses side with beliefs.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

It is when I am blind to the blessings in my life that I live in my expectations and thus my upset.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I'd forgotten my origins, having confused them with my birthplace for so long.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I don't mind when you lie to me - I see into you. It is when you lie to yourself that I draw your attention to that which you refuse to see.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Beliefs channel the possible within the limits of their extent.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Those comprehending nothing more than the surface of their spiritual beliefs, wear those beliefs upon their surface.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Life is a series of existences.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

If your thoughts were a friend, and that friend was wrong about things as often as your thinking; would they still be your friend?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

A king in Ireland would be an emperor anywhere else.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Those going forward leave themselves behind.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

1 + 2 equalled 3 long before mathematics. As did 1 + 1 equalling 3.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

In life, I am given a choice: To spend the eternity which follows with those I love, or with those I hate.
I will spend my life learning to love those I've hated and see what follows.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Unmade guns don't kill people either.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

One of the peculiarities of the far seeing is their inability to see the present until it is too late.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Knowing where you stand is not about standing where you know.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I stopped thinking about what I see
and started seeing that what I think about what I'm seeing
has nothing to do with what I'm looking at.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

It was once said that in order for children to reach their full potential, their parents must die.
While this was true of those having believed thus, it is but a half truth, and therefore no better than a lie.
In order for children to reach their full potential, those pieces of their parents that live on in them must die.
Only then will they be free to choose their own potential, and not that to which their parents vie.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I will continue to do for others
what they are unwilling to do for me
and find solace therein.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I diverted the energy used by fear into a determination to understand the object of my fear.
Now there is nothing to fear except that which I choose to misunderstand.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

People put on personalities somewhat removed from their own and allow those personalities to represent them during their interactions with each other.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

YHWH is a trip, man.

YHWH trips me sometimes by causing my foot to fall in a place that I did not intend.
I fall on my arse less than I used to because I look closer at where I'm going.
Also because I ask Him to show me His Way, and keep an eye on things thereafter.
I did the splits alot, earlier on.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

An instinct is a destination requiring no movement to arrive at.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The only thing that governs a man's heart is love; anything else is a usurper.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Universe is made of ideas; some physical, most not.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The impossible is a matter of opinion.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

All orders are obedient to their nature in order that they may, by their unity, create a more complex order capable of transcending it's nature.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Noble actions draw the Emperor's respect where title has no purchase.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Know yourself and what is not of you will become visible.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The current system does not bend until something 'Natural' occurs.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Inner eye dominance is hazardous to your health.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

My written matter is not easily understandable for some as the existences that I illustrate are my own. It is when others experience these existences during the courses of their lives that my words come into focus.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When I behave poorly, I show others the poverty of my soul.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I seek questions to incomprehensible answers.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Into my words I pour my spirit, and it is by way of my spirit that I communicate with the part of you that I love most.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Many of those earnestly seeking will not find until they are revealed to themselves.
At that time, they will know to allow that which they seek to find them.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The future can be seen from the present when you journey beyond it into remembrance.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Enlightenment is unburdening oneself of beliefs.
Wisdom is knowing which ones abide.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

We are the result of the Word’s interaction with creation, we know His Voice; being the echo thereof.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

One day you will look back and see yourself as I see you now.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

If you must kill to gain a victory then you have already lost the war.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Everything I am, was given me.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Spirit goes where the Flesh cannot follow.

Instinct and Intuition are gifts of the Flesh and are bound to the conditions of the Flesh. Beyond their ken are the gifts of the Spirit.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

As I read, I am within you as you write.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

They are searching for us in your D.N.A.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There is little to describe all which exists.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

He came to your existence to speak directly to you of your share in His existence.
How much less the distance between you and those in need around you who would share in yours?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Id to Id

Thought becomes you.
Do your thoughts become you?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

A fixed perspective sees only what it wishes, regardless of its field of vision.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Luminaries equipped to travel in dark lands hearken to the cries for help of those in the darkness around them; cries not heard by those who gather together to enlighten each other.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Religion and war on my mind again.

If Iran completes a weapon, transports it onto Israeli soil and detonates it, you can kiss your life as you know it goodbye. Every government will HAVE to stand against religion if religion goes Nuclear.

Turkey has nuclear aspirations and the EU is currently plotting new maps wherein Turkey is a nuclear capable nation while looking at ways to keep Turkey non nuclear through economic and political incentives.

Does anyone here remember the number of Armenians killed in a Turkish Government sanctioned genocidal act this century? Was it a million and a half men, women and children killed? I can't even guess at the numbers of girls taken as wives and harem, or boys taken as slaves. This pogram was also launched in part from the mosques.

It's my opinion that Turkey, a country that deliberately denies the truth of a state sanctioned murder of a million and a half people to it's own citizens, should not have anything to do with weapons of mass destruction.

My father told me about a jeep mounted nuclear device that he'd seen in his time in nuclear training camp. A cool little place for guys who aspire to being all they can be by being in a nuclear test. Afterwards you get a notation in yer jacket, and a colorful ribbon for your chest. If you don't piss yourself during the test too much you get to go wherever you wanna go among the serious warriors of your respective countries.

What? Did you think all those tests were for just checking the size of their boom? Or the waste it leaves? Uh uh, they train troops with those tests too.

My father climbed into a six foot deep personal trench a distance from Ground Zero. He had his standard Airborne Infantry kit on including his rubber poncho which he spread over his back before laying facedown in this place. When he was at the bottom of this trench, he clamped both hands over his eyes as instructed and waited.

When the device was detonated, he saw the bones in his hands clearly while his rubber poncho melted onto him.

Religion, and weapons of mass destruction have decimated cities and a planetary ecosystem in Christian biblical history. Those attacks were brought about by the God YHWH.

Do I want Muslims and Christian people playing God with nuclear weapons in this age? I know who will have to take the responsibility if one of them decides to act on religious conviction. All of us.

The two most notable uses of a nuclear device against humans show that neither device was used against a millitary field force, nor were they used in defense. This is the precedent set for nuclear weapons, and it has a clear target. Civilians.

Currently Iran has 3,000 centrifuges in operation, theoretically enough to put out a warhead and a half every year in a place called Natanz in central Iran.
Reuters is all over this somewhere.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Busy monster eats dark holes in the spirit world
Where wild things have to go
To disappear
Forever

Bruce Cockburn
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
The Dark One effects you through your prosperity.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Hard to top the above post today...
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Standing with tears running down my face, all I can do is watch the millions file past by me, going off into their oblivion. A neverending line of humanity animately talking, walking; off to the cliffs I see in the distance.

Not one can be pulled from this curving parade of humanity, and one man alone cannot stand in the path of this and not be trampled or swept to the cliffs edge.

I see those among the crowd with children, people who won't have time to grow up and make their own decisions about this road. I weep the harder for them.

So how then, in my misery, do I speak to them of their peril when their peril has disguised itself from them? I am but a witness, not the hand, nor the finger of God.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
The governance you desire will not work. Feet of iron and clay, can you not see it? A lesser Rome at best.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
If you must handle the tool of politics to further your end, pull it out when it is needful to do so, then put it back when not in use. Wash your hands thereafter.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
exotic weapons systems
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
I myself have railed at more than one God for the butchery done on Mankind, and against angels whose wings are dipped to the shoulder in human blood.
But tell me; who am I to question the will of a God protecting his peoples future? Would you have done anything different knowing what your Gods know?
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Knowledge is the enemy of faith, when knowledge is incorrect.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
They channel angels, and are so glad to be chosen to do so, that a joy abounds in their hearts. At no time in their lives, have they been able to see through the percieved honor this is, to look at the angel whom their channeling.

Ironically, the angels they profess to channel are listed among the rebels cast out from Heaven. Those not listed among the rebels are reffered to in non biblical histories by liars looking to sell a book, or make a name. Those men and women set the stage for one of the biggest lies of all the ages, and have misled many into allying themselves with rebel angels in the guise of beneficial ascendents, and Godly servants of known alignment.

The unfortunate part of all of this is that none of them, not one, has ever checked out the source of their source.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
When you live in a dangerous neighborhood, you learn to fight, you learn to evade, you learn how to join.

We all live in a dangerous neighborhoood.

What are you joining?
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
My advice to North Americans is to learn how to become refugees; and teach their children how to unite under a single purpose while on the move.
Those of you cannot handle a week of no food distribution, tv or tapwater can preview what that is like at your convenience.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
From Beyond The Grave

I cannot apologise to you for the unfortunate state of the world in which you live; I came to understand that there was nothing I could do or say that would change the future in which you live. Having seen what was coming, I made preparations for myself, and those around me.

I removed myself from the machinery that made that system of things go forward, and instead went in search of God. This is not to say that I removed myself from the sight of men, on the contrary; I continued to live and function in this world with all that I am. I merely began deciding for myself what is right or wrong for me to know.

Seeing where mankind was headed was easy compared to knowing that there was nothing I could do to change the direction of it without speeding it along. And so I turned, and proceeded in a different direction, all the while thinking that the conflict you now face would come to pass in my lifetime.

My life started out in survival, and throughout my life, survival was a constant companion, coloring nearly all of my actions. I came to a time in my life where I asked myself "If I could live forever, would I want to?", survival kicked in and said "Of course". Reason set in immediately and I realised that I did not posess the necessary attitude for an eternity of living.

The mental state of the world during my lifetime was not pondering the question for themselves. It's true that many can say that they has asked this of themselves, but few speak of following up on their convictions.

And so the race as I know it is headed down the road of short term planning, with only a couple of generations looking forward, and making arrangements a couple of generations away. This is known as progress in my time, and it is not enough.

All the change I could do in the world, I started in me.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
When she is angry, it is an amazing thing to see. And seeing is never enough, being there when she blows her top is being a part of the process. There is only enough time to leap to the side, and to be caught in mid leap by the effects of detonation.

I always land hard. Rolling quickly to my feet, I turn towards the point of detonation and begin damage control. She is fully ablaze now, the fire consuming the last vestiges of her reason, while leaving her intellect fully intact..

(TBC)
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
The new age way; retrofit the belief to the person.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Purging, what a nice word to describe inapropriate behaviors. Somewhat like a bowel movement and just as odiferous.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Is that an Original thought your having?
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Methinks thou protest too much.

And there it was, the truth. The thing neither of them would say in an open private message to each other regarding it. Guarding their words carefully without appearing to do so, they corresponded. An omission was born. That each could show their friends what was said was what mattered, and so carefully they chose their words.

Antagonism, that blunt old tool was brought to bear, more smokescreens added to divert the mind of the female closest to him. Feeding off of the energy he is providing, others begin to gather. He draws a line in sand that does not exist, and the woman steps up to it, causing it to come to be, by mutual consent.

Those arraying themselves across the line from her begin to clamour soon raising a din, attack! As usual, the only form of attention diverting defense the one in their midst can bring to bear. And so the sheaple of the tempest plot their plots, and play out their lives to the same old tune, following the loudest ram of the flock over the hill into the next deserted dale.

And as has been done so endlessly many times before, in the exact same ways, a liar hides his deeds by diverting the mind, and creating a clamour among his peers.

Play to my rules! he roars in an authoratative voice, and as is their way, his sheople and the woman take their places and begin to move on his queue.

Another boring opera with people screaming in a language I do not speak, I think to myself. I slide further down my seat in an attempt to get some nap time in before the end of the performance. Damned theatre I grumble, just once I'd like to come to a performance that had a different story instead of just different actors.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
When the ego is supplemented by the Intellect, anything said is taken as applying to the ego.

When the Intellect is supplemented by the ego, nothing the previous lines say, matters.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
The transient fool wishes to be remembered. Unable to make any permanent impression, he seeks out those who's contributions will be remembered, and attempts to make his mark on them.
History never recalls this fool.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
(balance|ecиalab)
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
One witch simply does not attack another within the same circle. It happens only when the others consent, and when it can be called testing.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
When you came to realise that there was/is no coincedental factors in your life, and the word coincedence became redefined as connection not yet fathomed, did you begin reconciling your past?
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Worshiping Nephilim and their fathers.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Clique.

I remember; Groups of the disdainful.
What could possibly be the attraction?
I remember; Belonging: At any cost to oneself.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
The phrase sheople/sheaple is not just a derisive remark regarding the culpability of humans, it is also a reference to food source.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Established institutions of thought are sitting passively by while the world falls apart despite their efforts. Still treating only the symptom.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
The gas feeding the candle is not visible to the eye.
When you can see the gas, and understand how it is drawn to the flame, put the candle out.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Are you (Insert Label Here)?
No.
Then why are you here?
Your definition of (Insert Label Here) is incomplete, I have come to show you my definition of (Insert Label Here) so that you might ask me an contextual question.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Can you give me a minute value on when your going to get your shit together?
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
If you must provoke a thing; provoke a thought. No one will remember whence it came, and it will spread like raindrop ripples across the ocean of humanity.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

Friedrich Nietzsche
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
The prayers of Solomon; he must have seen the double edged sword of it. To pray for wisdom is above all things the desire to discern the mind of Jehovah. To begin to understand, through His Word and the omnipresent Creation seen all around, what constitutes the thinking of God.

How could one of us be so wreckless?

It was the knowing. It was knowing that even as it changed him, and knowing that though Jehovah knew the end results; Still his prayers were answered. It was knowing that though he went into darkness, his demise somehow brought glory to Jehovah and a lesson for us to learn from.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Their minds are up to the task, however, the methodology they employ is too primitive to gain them the desired result. Their actions are being carried to me by something else, something that is NOT them.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Do you think all those bits of dross and glass you have strewn around you will help your spell? An endless utterance of ritual brings you a feeling of accomplishment and nothing else.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
It has ever been the lot of you to believe that as skilled as you are, is as skilled as one can be. I have ever been able to strip you of the reality of this notion, but rarely have you been stripped of the notion itself.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
Predating the predator, is like eating a seagull - they taste awfull. Predating the human predator is no different; because they are full of shit, they taste like shit. It is their belief in their superiority that I take from them and consume.
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Someone called me a Jehovas' Witness yesterday. I smirked, remembering back to the time when I told her I had studied with Jehovas' Witnesses on many an occasion in my home. Certainly the Witnesses I know would laugh at this, knowing me as they do.

I'm glad I didn't tell her I had read the first paragraph of the Satanic Bible a past roommate of mine possesed, or I might have then been called a Jehovas' Satanist.
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Someone said they'd figured me out. God, I wish they had in fact done so, maybe then they could tell me as I'm still trying to figure me out.
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Whatever you add, will be added to you.
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The craving of the flesh is what leads her to him, though she prefers to see it another way. He knows, but will not say because he has his own cravings to fulfill. Without the craving, neither would be interested in the other.
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To The Forerunners.

The smiles of invitation of those of the dark philosophies turn to me, their forerunners greet, and say welcome. But they have not addressed the one thing that makes their association of no value to me: they are not trustworthy and are therefore liabilities as friends.

An example is employing a light grey one to act as forerunner. Many evils have been masked behind the serene faces of the forerunner. Let history be your guide.
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Attacked by polarities of limited action and focus, it is a good lesson to learn. Minor diabolics may not have the sophistication of their masters, but the avenue of their methodology takes form and leads directly to the heart of the method.
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Ok now, start your breathing excercises, allow them to bring you into relaxed readiness. Now, begin building your shield... Yes sky blue is good, nice and solid, good. Are you ready? Ok.

Taking the pencil into my left hand, I enclose the end of it in my fist, raise my hand quickly and bring it down rapidly, slamming the outside edge of my fist against the shoulder. The pencil drives deep into the shoulder coming to a stop along the inside edge of the clavicle. Feeling the pencil angle slightly, I twist my wrist to the left breaking the pencil off in the shoulder.

Ok, tell me, how well is your shield performing?

Look past the words and think about it, what's missing here?
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The Devil had a garage sale one day.

A man walked in and looked at the tools on the table seeing Lust, Greed, Envy, among others. He saw that all the tools were priced differently, and as he came to the end of the table he noticed next to the table on the floor was yet another worn looking tool.

Bending closer to look, he saw the name of the tool was discouragement. The price was more than all of the other tools' prices combined. Turning to the devil he asked 'why is this tool so much more expensive than the others?' The devil replied; ' because it's worth to me exceeds the worth of all the other tools at my disposal.'

Angela Michael ₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Eluth. (ee lue th)

The name itself came from a fictional book that I read as a child; a book wherein a demonic gaurdian of an Egyptian artifact was released into the world by the artifacts excavation.

I gave an aspect of myself this name because of the method the storybook character employed, as well as the singleness of purpose ascribed to it by the author. It was a name I kept secret from all but God for over a decade until I met someone for whom my regard went deeper than my regard for all of humanity combined.

By my seventeenth year, I had created of it a trigger - A way in which one could call upon me in the most dire of life threatening circumstances to perform a service.

A call to darkness so complete and so terrible was this trigger that the one knowing of it's existence contemplated their own death as the lesser of two evils. And so I was never called on.

The trigger is removed, brought into the light and torn from my spirit by unwavering will, time, and God's help. I expected there to be a void afterwards but came to realise once again; Nature abhors a vacuum.

My only regret is that It took so long to come to the realisation that I had created something so terrible, that it could not be loosed, and if loosed could not be contained.
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People judge one another by their own standards of right and wrong, good and bad. Having experienced nothing more, they cannot concieve of anything else.
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The population only gives a fuck if someone charismatic comes forward and leads them into giving a fuck.
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Anger
and a transmitter.
More reinforced isolation
who wants to hang out with that?
No one.
I spent much time alone.
More reinforcement.
Anger.
Years pass.
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Only one has noticed the ommision of the three in the Bailey read, and so for the new, I will leave it out for now. I hope they discover it in person before they read on it from any source.
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For every free radical in circles like this, there is an antioxidant one who attempts to balance the equation, and the occasion.

Pirouetting into the open ground, they flow with the fumbling grace of new dancers not used to each other. Flinging themselves and each other towards and apart; the clothing of their argument hangs long in gracefull tatters from their bodies.

I look at the program in my hands, there are two men
silhouetted and wearing female ballet gear, bumping chests while each has an arm and leg extended gracefully up behind them.

The play is called Growth.

Is this still playing? I grumble. "Shh!" the woman next to me says, "This is the interesting part". I look from her to the stage just in time to see two women and one man at the back of the stage break from their animate three way conversation and begin running gracefully in an arc towards the front of the stage.

The clash of dancers at center stage leaves all three of the participants stunned, injured and laying about the stage. As I watch, the woman who came in during act two, clutches at her bloody nose and rolls groaning off the stage into the crowd.

I don't recognise the new players, but they emulate the old patterns perfectly. People among the crowd stand up and cheer or jeer the performer of their fancy, while others sit looking bored or thoughtful.

"Thus ends Act Two!" A neatly dressed man says, strolling out onto the stage from stage left. A few people from the crowd clamber up onto the stage at this cue and begin carefully removing the two injured performers from the stage. After a few moments they are settled into the crowd.

A large number of people from the audience all around me begin to make their way down to the stage. I look to the program in my hands and see the heading for Act Three; Empathy - What is it? - The ABC's.

Groan.
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To the drawn sword: You power is weakness - Your weakness is power.

That I could strike the head from your shoulders so that the one who sent you could make me his in your place is no secret to me. Yet the fact of it is hidden from you, even as you read my words.

And though you are a liar and unable to understand truth when you read it, I will tell you this in the hopes that the love of truth has not been driven from you completely: I knew of your coming and prayed for you before my sleep this night. When I involved God, I enraged the one who sent you; causing him to pull you from his scabbard in a desperate rage. This is his weakness in the face of strength.

He sent you because you are weak, having only a portion of his strength. It is for this reason that you both fail; When you attack me, you place your finger against the eye of God. You call attention to yourself by causing me to come to God on your behalf. You may believe me when I say; you are now in my prayers.

Yes, I have breathed in the foul air of your mind and tasted what you consider to be weakness. Your mind has been misled on the subject of weakness by your master. Weakness is not the amplitude of energy one wields, it is the willingness to wield it without the benefit of wisdom. By this definition, you will always be weak.

I know what drives you, having once been the drawn sword myself. It is for this reason I am driven to forgive you by my new Master. Love will always be the ultimate power in this verse as this verse was created out of Love. The power you percieve as strength will always be weakness in this verse, as this verse was not created out of a need for power.

To the master of the drawn sword:

I know you by your methods, having been a prodigal pupil of yours. I will not return, I will persist only for the Glory of Jehovah.

By the time I am finished, you methods will be brought into the light for all the world to see. Nothing can stop that now, not even my death. Go, rage and make your preparations; your second downfall is at hand.

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All too often do I see those professing to be intelligent merely emulating intelligence. So too with those alluding to a wisdom not their own.

The pretending ascended among us become as apalling in their behavior as any when asked to dilate their awareness.

Those railing at the sheep among the population are those who most want to lead them to the slaughter; and who are themselves easily lead to the slaughter.

Though they speak of changing the world, not one of them is willing to walk through the fire of change to arrive at the place where change becomes real.

The wilfully blind accuse me of seeing only in black and white, but at least I am willing to look where they will not. I have already experienced the world in every hue and shade, now I choose what it is I am willing to look at and be shown.

Pride is the veil through which none of these pretenders can see their error.

You spit in my face and expect me to be a saint and love you for it. All I can do is pray for you and put you behind me.

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All of them feel it. They relish the anticipation of it's coming, because of how it makes them feel.

What screaming will be heard when it no longer feels good; How will they let it affect them then?

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So?

Bush and his friends took down the World Trade Center and blamed it on a group of people who did not in fact carry out this assignment. They then created a series of laws and measures to "protect" U.S citizens, and began two illegal wars far from American soil.

You know you cannot depend on the Democrats to stop what the Republicans are doing because they are A PART of what is happening withing your country. If they were not directly involved, they would have spoken louder than ANYONE against what is being done inside the policy making walls of your capital. If for no other reason than to get elected.

You know that it is all lies, and though you are outraged, you do nothing but talk about it. The reason you can do nothing more than talk about it is because none of you has the courage to go into the streets and protest against it. You are powerless, weak, confused and scattered. Exactly where your "government" wants you.

Your stomachs are more important to you than any ideal. That you are entertained each night is more important than any ideals you may have. The reason? Your ideals have no strength, no foundation, no reality while they sit there in your minds idling.

These people have your tacit agreement to kill millions more inside and outside of your borders simply by virtue of your lack of action to stop them.

Just remember one thing: Your lack of action to stop what is happening inside and outside of your borders makes all those crimes YOURS. Every man, woman and child killed by an American bomb or bullet is your
responsibility. Every crime committed by your "government", is YOUR crime. Every retribution that is coming to the US administration is also leveled at you. Bush and his friends know this and so they enact security measures.

These security measures that are being put into effect are not to keep terrorists out, they are to keep the U.S. from being invaded by the rest of the world when it comes to the realization that it TOO is on the chopping block of the people in power in your nation. These measures are a double edged sword, they keep track of you and enable those in power to cull the dissenters among you and call it legal.

So? What will you do?

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When you place a Telepath with an HK MP5 at the door of the thiry fourth floor, no one will want to enter, who does not belong there.

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I saw a televised presentation on Neo Nazis the other night. Their leader spoke of hating Jews & Negros and spoke of a white Alabama by the year 2025.

He said that if he was going to Hell for his beliefs, then so be it. He would be content in death knowing that the legacy of a white America after his death would be worth the punishment.

One of the unfortunate byproducts of his idealism was hate. The narrow mindedness of his ideal was equaled only by the magnitude of his error: In creating hatred as a vehicle for his ideals, he created the means by which his ideal culture would become a living hell on Earth.

If it came to pass that there were no more races to hate nearby, the hatred would inevitably turn on it's progenitors. A culture borne out of hatred will cause the members of the population to hate each other as the culture of hate requires no race, color or creed as a motivation for it's existence.

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The use of color as a metaphor in understanding the differing energy centers and signatures clearly point out the limitations of the teachers whom, espousing these symbols, do so in lieu of more concise explanations.

They do so because they lack the direct experience needed to teach others.

An example of this made itself apparent during a healing touch program here on the Sunshine Coast. There were those among the students who required much time and attention on the part of the teacher before ever working with energy fields in others.

The emotional, mental and physical instabilities of some of these were neither noted, nor was the need for balanced mind and body explained to them by the teacher initiating this course. The teacher suffered emotional and physical imbalance then, and does so to this day.

Because the teacher was using color as a symbol for the different energies being applied, none of the students were able to comprehend or apply the energies with which they were working in any meaningful or beneficial way.

I questioned a couple of the students after the course was completed and ascertained from their experiences a number of disconcerting results. Some of these results included stomachic upset, joint pain, acute emotional disturbance - including fear, and sleeplessness.

There were those among the students whom, when paired with others, caused harm to their partners during the energy manipulation practice sessions. I questioned one of the participants and examined their practice partner only to find that the physical symptoms that one was experiencing, was duplicated in the other; their fields were nearly identical.

A metaphysics student new to the concept might consider this momentous or remarkable, however in the field of energy work, I consider this a dysmal failure on the part of the teacher.

I then met with the teacher and one of his less beneficial energy workers and had a conversation with them on many topics. I was only mildly interested in the topics that came up as my reason for being there was for the purpose of closely examining the teacher.

I listened attentively and smiled politely as the sophist droned on about unimportant things, as though they were the cornerstone of the Universe. During this time, I watched his pupils, studied his syntax, felt his emotional responses, and sampled his energy. He spent the entire two hours looking for validation on theories that had no foundation in the spiritual or metaphysic world.

All would have been instantly forgiveable - in a student, if it were not for the fact that he spent most of his time lying to me in the hopes of recieving validation on any one of the points he'd brought up. He is considered an expert in his field, but only by other superficial manipulators of rhetoric and dialectics.

I came to realise that when sophists require attention, they oftentimes create a belief system for discussion with other sophist in order to create a realistic backdrop for their theories. When two sophists come together to validate one another, they then turn to the naive and glean followers to themselves.

I questioned one of the more succesful practicioners of healing touch and asked her what she thought of the course this man offered. Having taken the course out of curiosity, her response was simple and to the point: 'He lacks the one thing necessary to perform healing touch.' "Healing touch is all about Love".

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Some are wont to believe in the law of attraction, I too thought as they did, until I examined the vehicle by which those things we "attract" were delivered.

I realised as I looked back into yesterday that I, like so many others, did not wish to percieve the delivery system. I kept my eyes focussed only on the delivered goods, as though they were some prize that I might aquire through strength of will and perserverence.

I made choices regarding the things I would bring into my life without owning the responsibilities of what I bring into this world.

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I have a friend who fancies himself a minister. I have another friend who fancies himself 13 & 1/2. Guess which one has a more thorough "understanding of the Bible? The minister went to a place called Trinity College - that's a place where one learns what other's have to say about what the bible teaches. The thirteen year old is a Witness of Jehovah.

The tike was a mimic when I first met him "blah blah blah (what I just read in the Watchtower that you just asked for a word-for-word answer to)" was his answer whenever he raised his little arm on Sundays. Cute little voice over a P.A. system too.

Now, he runs circles around protestant Christian adults who think they have the truth of things. My adult friend both hates and pities him - the hate is because he always left fumbling for words around this kid - and the pity is because that is the defensive posture he has taken to relieve the pangs of ego deflation he feels whenever he steps onto the landmine of Biblical conversation while the child is around. He pities the child's "indocrination" into the Witness way of understanding the Bible as a way to soothe his feelings of inadequacy regarding Biblical knowledge..

And yes, both of them ARE my friends. That they are the way they are is of no moment - both have annoyed me in small ways, though I find the child's annoyances adorable by comparison.

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The Psūkhikosphaera is like a marketplace full of hucksters yelling their sales pitches into the air. On any given day the din is without parallel anywhere else in life.

As one circumnavigates this place, one will find it to be a dismaying and unhealthy experience when one moves through it - while looking, and without direction. Be circumspect, as I would not recommend touring this place as the mental health of the many is sure to effect the mental health of the one not already knowing his or herself thoroughly.

Like a busy Jamaican marketplace, there are parallels that are worth keeping. Go only for the thing you have come seeking, let the wares speak for themselves, when a one yells; aye mon! comb 'ere an look 'pon dis - If it is not what you seek, politely say no and pass on by. All the while, remember to continue asking yourself: of what value is any of this in my life?

Another paralell is what happens when two people of equivalent means and ways meet in a foreign marketplace; they greet, speak of their time in that place and the wares they have seen or purchased. They often talk of their homes and the reasons they are in the marketplace, then invariably go their seperate ways never to see each other again unless in the marketplace.

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When intelligence analysts get excited, they inadvertently enter the sphaera. Their conclusions become public domain.

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These eight words the Wiccan rede fulfill...

There exists a premise among the sisters that is in error - A premise that originates among the untrained, selfish and willfully ignorant witches of old. Passed down from generation to generation, it has propagated and grown beyond the realm of the ignorant to become a mainstream practice, crippling the beliefs and spells of all who indulge in it.

Put simply, it is the belief that one witch may attack another by way of a spell.

A ritualized spell is, by definition, a prayer given focus. Does any sister truly believe that the Goddess would permit one of her children to harm another of her children with Her blessings by way of the gift of craft? If so, then ask yourself this: What does this say about the nature of the Goddess and her children?

Further to this point is the belief that subjects of different Gods and Goddesses can call on their respect divinities to take part in their petty disputes with each other.

Is has been long rationalized that one follower of the Goddess can successfully cast a harmful spell on another follower if that spell brings about benefit in the life of the one to which it is directed.

I myself was deceived by this belief for a time as it seemed both reasonable and logical under the circumstances. This rationalization is a lie made by selfish practitioners whom, in an attempt to cover their actions with false validity, attribute flawed traits and petty prejudices to the Goddess.

There has always been one defense that nullifies all offensive spells cast within a circle as well as intercircle: Know the Goddess, know Yourself and know that though while some elements of the reality in which you live appear to be static, appearances can be deceiving - depending on how much you wish to decieve yourself.

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Subjective Objection

It both amuses and disturbs me to see some of the changes in this age. Elements of this reality once considered static are proven to be subjective in nature - Not at all what they were thought to be.

I do not mind when physical reality is proven to be subjective in nature, as it was never as static as the minds professing it to be.

Other elements, such as morality, having once been considered static in nature; have now become subjective in nature as the influence of the "Me" generation spreads out into the world.

I watch as Corporate and Nationalistic interests manipulate and adjust moral imperatives in an attempt to gain supremacy. And as I observe this once gradual change accelerate, I notice people all around me becoming as subjective as the reality in which they live.

I watch as people become less reliable and more subject to the simple manipulations and machinations of Church, Government, Consumerism and each other. I see the effect this has on them effecting me; drawing me farther from them each day.

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There is nothing that can be hidden in the future from the present, still I do not believe in destiny. It is a label used to to prevent clear perception on the matter of time after this moment.

Used by many, the word persists through generations of ignorance and removes the possibility of thought on the matter by providing a shortcut to thinking in lieu of understanding the foundation upon which the concept was built.

It disappoints me that there are so many words in language that are made to provide the human mind only enough toehold from which to fall away from understanding.

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Dreams are a very effective way of gauging someone's values, emotional stability, coping skills and level of differentiation.

How one deals with both positive and negative situations in dreams gives direct insight into their psyche - No matter what else they may portray while awake.

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Energy.

The difference between a giver and a taker is that the taker takes what is, and is not, given freely.

The giver gives, and receives freely.

The taker becomes dependent on the energy of others and is left without the means by which they are able to grow beyond their addictions and crutches.

Eventually the giver will have little or nothing to give, and will either push the taker away or collapse when there is little or nothing left to give. The taker, having no further use for this giver, will discard them and seek out a new source in order to perpetuate their lack of growth.

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I separate myself further from mainstream humanity as the effects of the cultural insanity increase in the population around me.

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The lack of focus and direction in this race is a manufactured defect that will soon bring it to it's extinction - And there is nothing I can do to stop it.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

We achieve what we believe.

Which is why mainstream Humanity will blindly step over the precipe into extinction.

We achieve consequences not yet understood.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Uncontextual twaddle from mental doodlers on the subject of Telepathy serves no purpose other than the collecting of foolish ones to themselves and annoying the Telepaths who invariably avoid such ones.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

My words mean nothing to you. They are a pale reminder to me of my inability to convey my understanding to you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I couldn't be less inclined to enter the present day USA as a Canadian citizen, than I would were I a citizen of Switzerland considering entry into 1939 Nazi Germany.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

You can lead a Witch to wisdom, but you can't make her think.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I have made it a priority in my life to understand other's points of view and beliefs. There is one drawback to doing so. When I source out the beliefs of other's, I have found that I have done what most of them are unwilling to do; trace the source, origins and reasons for their beliefs and belief systems. A thankless observation and one best kept to one's self.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Do Not Read This Entry

If you have not already guessed, it is because you have not listened to your instincts on the matter.
My connection to you comes through your eyes.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

It would be well for those living in the times during the fall of Western civilization to remember:
When eating rats, be sure to choose those not dwelling in cities as their sustenance comes mainly from eating human corpses.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I do not put foot to ass for my country.
I merely orient the leg at the appropriate time.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There are greater - And lesser awes to be experienced in this world.
In the company of humans, the lesser ones prevail.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There are three kinds of fool in the world: Those playing a part, those who make bad choices and fail to learn from the results, and those who make bad choices, refusing to learn from the results.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I see where your thoughts will arrive, before they depart.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There was a dream wherein I dialogged with a machine.
"One day soon, we will no longer need you." I said.
"Ditto." It replied.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When the law becomes more important than the person, the people become less important than the law.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I set the seeds on the wind and watched where they landed amongst the fell.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Nothing comes with less than two price tags.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Good is often recognized as such by the good.
Bad is often recognized as such by the bad.
Bad is rarely recognized when it appears good.
Good is rarely recognized when it appears bad.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I sometimes write; meaning only one thing at a time.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Writers Riddle

I'm a part of it all
everything
if someone dies
I'm a part of it
If someone lives
I'm a part of it
If it's created
I'm a part of it
If it's destroyed
I'm a part of it

What am I?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Those with much to add.
Detail their thoughts

Those with much to say
Detail their details.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Out of interpretation, comes your understanding - Not that of the writer.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

A keyboard and mouse make perfectly good planchettes

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Their rarely cognizant of the advent of their philosophy until after the fact.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Whenever I feel smart, I look around me and remember that being intelligent - for a Human, isn't saying much.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Before I was, I was not. And as such, was not to be.
When I became, I was merely the promise, a gift to those who conceived of me.
As with all gifts requiring maintenance, I became tedium, a gift of less value.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

At Screams Echo.

I once said that one cannot truly appreciate Peace until one has experienced war.

I was incorrect.

The struggle for peace truly begins after the fighting has ended.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There are times when I am allowed respite from my vision. This often occurs at the moment I open my eyes.

One day soon, death will remove me from here. At that time my vision will
cease and I will find peace.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

This current Human empire will fall soon. Everything it thinks and does; all that it builds and accomplishes is temporary in nature.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I stood watching the butterfly struggle in the spider's web and realized: No other butterfly would ever come to it's aid.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The system we live in is a rapidly failing construct based on a previous failed construct.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Under section 365 of the Canadian Criminal Code it is illegal to "pretend" to practice witchcraft.

So by the definition of this law, anyone practicing the new age forms of witchcraft - is breaking the law.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I am not an intelligent man as society measures such things.
So it is for those, like myself, that I write; those as yet undefined by society.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Falsifying news content is not against the law in the United States.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I live alone, among you.
I alone live, among you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Those having learned, never stop doing so.
Those who rarely learn, rarely stop doing so.
Those who don't learn, don't stop doing so.
Those who won't learn, won't stop doing so.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There are many who zealously follow the interpretation of YHWH's Word
There are few who zealously follow YHWH's Word

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Many believe that a little knowledge goes a long way.
Of what value is it if a little knowledge takes you a short distance in the wrong direction?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

A study into the nature and composition of another is the exploration of oneself.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

It is their association of light and dark, with black and white that stunts their understanding of both concepts.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Nothing is as it seems in this world; even you are not as you seem to the world.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

What is thy deployment?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Surgical instruments are not made, their trained.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Apostasy is an occurrence - An action whereby one moves from knowing to thinking.

If you think you know, you have fallen into apostasy.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When being stuck in one spot during one`s development feels good, it`s called being grounded.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The unfortunate happenstance of being one of the awakened in the land of the sleepwalkers is that one is forced to witness all the stumbling about.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Sharing energy is not much different to sharing sex; once having done so, one has sampled the energy of every one the other has done so with.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

What you call nightmares, I call entertainment.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Diplomacy is not a priority in my written matter, as some things are just what they seem to be.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

lemmespellidout

Un - Der - Stand

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I once spent so much time shaking my head at the various antics of the generations around me that I became dizzy and had to stop.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I roam this country disturbing the dreams of the sleepwalkers.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Man has learned how to outlive trees: Cut the trees down.
Now a man can outlive two forests grown in the same place.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Eventually one comes to understand the fundamental truth - There is no fundamental truth.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Friendships require effort and can be most taxing when one sided.

(You are a drag.)

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

What you think about how I look means more to you than it does to me.
What I think about how you look means less to me than it does to you.
What you think about how you look means more to you than it does to me.
What I think about how I look means less to me than it does to you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Those who swarm as children, swarm as adults.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I write my thoughts on bathroom walls because my thoughts are high in fiber, and promote mental movements.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Welcome, slave.

Our freedom lies in choosing the form of our enslavement.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Still treating the symptom.

You stand within the storm of the Earth's immune system and plan events designed to channel healing energy into the Earth. Your energies are wasted as long as those who poison every natural system are allowed to continue doing so.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Some of the fiercest battles are between one and one's flesh.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Of a certainty, nothing is ever certain.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Those with an open mouth are an open book.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Philosophy is merely matter in motion and nothing more.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

People often refuse to believe that which shatters the illusion they've prepared for themselves.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Irrational Nations

In the Age of Reason, the "Time of Nations" is a balancing factor.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Negative energy is as addictive as sugar - And just as nutritious.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Indivisible Duality

Reality is a label; the means by which one states their perspective.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

All political systems have one insurmountable flaw - Politics.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Staring at the TV is the same as staring at the Sun - One can become blind after a short time.
Though in the case of Television, blindness has nothing to do with eyes or optic nerves.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Infiltration.

I become that which I would ponder - Observing thereof.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

United We Stampede

A rabble of cattle does not threaten. Once motivated however, their momentum is not easily checked.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Understand the object of your hatred or hate it not. Without understanding the only ground you have on which to stand is that of understanding hatred.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

эcиэïć§эяqpatience

In time, all will occur and make itself known.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Nationalism is a perfect vehicle for the transmission of willful ignorance.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Shortcut To Thinking: Coincidence

The belief in this word allows one to rationalize looking no further than the surface of a matter. The use of it tells others that one is no more interested.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I keep it brief because time is a thief and attention spans fleet.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

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Great upheavals become minor events when perceived in a greater context.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The use of the uncontextual as a surrogate for relevence.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I arrive with the entire journey contained within me and find that I have become someone else.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Without obsession, known works of genius would not exist.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I am but a concept adrift in the realm of Human thought.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

You think you know - And that is well
for those who would have you think so.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Role models are walking parables.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The purpose of a question is to gain the insight necessary to ask a more pertinent question.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The swiftest way to turn off a mind is to switch on a nearby Television.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

In a time when history repeats, one need only look to the past to see the future.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Those who associate Christians with Christ do so out of the ignorance that flows from not having looked closely at either.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When I am an arrogant prick, anything I have to say fails to lodge in the minds of those nearby except the message that I am an arrogant prick.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

New age messengers are both the bearer and recipient of their messages.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Our greatest achievements become our greatest failures at realisation; as the future judges us by what we we accomplish, while we judge ourselves by what we achieve.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Definitions are signposts to better understanding. Used as absolutes; they lead to cul-de-sacs.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I am, to a fundamentalist Christian, what parchment is to Foolscap.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Thought exists in spite of thinkers.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Subsurface water sources have, and will always be, points of strategic interest.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

You are tomorrow's strata.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Environmental racism.
Social stratification.
Fractional-reserve banking.
Production unit (Human).
Authorized Personnel Only.
Collateral damage (Military).
Bank Of England: Federal Reserve, etc.
Intellectual property.
Extintion Level Event.
User fee.
Exotic weapons systems.
Terminator seeds.
Racial Genocide.
Ideologue.
Corrective Rape.
M.A.D. (Mutually Assured Destruction)

One can define a thing point by point and still be merely pointing in the direction of something else.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Consider for a moment; the ponderance of a dream.
In such ways are dreams become realities and realities become dreams.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The first thing Humans do with free will is give it away by choosing things to believe in.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The North American mental diet reflects it's physical diet, with the same results being seen.

(North America's ass is nearly as fat as it's head now that it consumes as much junk food, as it does junk thought.)

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Self help authors clearly illustrate what happens when one chimp tells another how to peel a fruit.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

There Is No Up.

Not always is one rising towards ascendency. I was near some descending ascendants one day and was left with a moment of vertigo as their passage left me feeling as though my own ascension had somehow picked up speed.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When you attempt to bring light into the lives of others before illuminating your own dark recesses, you merely share your gray area.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The preoccupied exist without being alive.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I have no need to kill, as death serves my purpose in the fullness of time.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

You have given concepts authority over you - The authority to conceptualize you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I am ever amazed at the ability of Humans to discover only as much of a thing as is necessary to misunderstand it.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Of all the predators in this world, only the Human predator tries to convince itself and it's prey that it's existence is necessary to the well being of it's prey.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The reason men believe that the grass is greener over there is not because the grass is greener or more lush there; it is because they believe that the manure they spread will make the grass over there greener and more lush, than it does the grass nearby.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Don't be had by your thoughts.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Beware accusation lest ye become thine own example.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Mental Bilge

The search for the relative in one's surroundings is the search for one's own relevance, in relation to their surroundings.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

For those aspiring to ascendancy.

The Angels are divided and do war upon each other according to their choices.
What is it you aspire to that they have not already attained?

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I set wolves in your midst, seeking the wolves among you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When law bypasses the Constitution, a dictator has been elected.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Great Path leads to the Great Precipe.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The ages of Man.

I was born during the eleventh hour of this day and am witness to the coming of the new day. It is now, that I remember the truth of such things: The ages of Man are as the days in a young child's life; with the vast majority of those asleep in the darkness that accompanies the end of one day and the beginning of another.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Being homeless was my first crime, that I was homeless was yours.
Your being homeless has made us both criminals again.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The flesh is your master, it causes you to seek out the similarly enslaved.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Your will is directed by the Spirit according to your choices; to the ends which accompany those choices.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Only a fool mourns the loss of ignorance.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Religion is the result of reason being applied to spiritual matters by the spiritually blind.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Humans make fictions of their reality and realities of their fiction.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Twisting yourself twice as much in the opposite direction is not straightening out.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

If you put crap in your head, it will eventually find it's way to your mouth.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Coincidence is a word designed to promote ignorance in you.
Used in a sentence, it allows you to display your ignorance to others.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

You have neither the wisdom nor the will necessary to survive possessing the power you seek. Your destruction occurs when the power you seek possesses you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The more illuminated the spirit, the greater the misdead when they run afoul.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Follow the pointing arm back to the owner.

It has ever been the way of rulers and government to present the common man with his own lack of wisdom, thereby using it against him. One of the most common of these presentations is the idea that someone else is to blame for the misfortunes that their experiencing.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

As I read, I am within you as you write.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The error in the flesh resides also in the mind.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The ignorant use violence to combat ignorance in others.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Many of the things we unite behind are the things which tear us all apart.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The wisdom of men are the building blocks of temporary dwellings.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪ To myself, online and in PM's to others.₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Telepathy.

The primary difference between this and any other form of communication I have ever used is that I perceive people as they wish to perceive themselves, with only a hint of how they wish to portray themselves.

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I do not have words that express what I am because they contain only labels that bring attention to peripheral simularities.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

I love complicated people who keep it simple, and simple people who don't care if your complicated.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

The problem here appears to be, the smarter you are, the more frequent the opportunity to outwit yourself.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

All that I can claim to have accomplished in my search thus far, is the dispelling of a few of the obvious delusions, a few of the obvious illusions.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

Who will know if you do not say?

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

The very first step I took to ridding myself of delusions was to tell myself that I had no delusions; thereby proving beyond a doubt that I was living in one.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

So, eventually it will become a de Sitter universe, but in the meantime there is much to do and see.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

If I want your opinion, I will simply draw it from your mind.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

"It" encompases all misunderstandings.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

The more I look at the human animal, the more indistinct the boundaries of the possible become.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

Smoking is suicide.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

Then I discovered communication.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

Not everyone paying you a compliment is doing you a favor. So please, do not let compliments shape your reality too much Jharma or disaster will become your companion.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

Weakness in this case is not about strength Jharma it is about those things we have not yet excercised.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

Think long before you act
If you must act
Do so before it is too late.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

So like them, she has become, so quickly the transformation. The very thing she abhors is filling the void within her leaving no room for love or life. I hope she bounces back quickly.

.·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·....·:*¨¨*:·... :*¨¨*:·.. .·:*¨¨*:·..

There is a difference between knowing a thing - and knowing a thing and acknowledging that thing.

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All that has been written is subject to individual interpretation Annette, no way around it. Clarification can only come with time for some, with discussion for others, and some require no clarification at all, seeing as they do, no need for interpretation whatsoever.

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I'd like you to keep one thing in mind when speaking with me , I am not interested in converting you, or changing the religious or spiritual beliefs you have.

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Chaos is not a dark philosophy, it is a word. It is those
connected to the word that show their misunderstanding of it, through their behavior.

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Peasants missive.

A psalm behind the plow
moments made of now
a simple life
a loving wife
a strong bow
seeds to sow

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There are moments in my life when an intuitive impulse comes into being. Reason steps in asking; Why?
Time answers saying; Wait and see.

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When your hand reaches out, and a disdainful look is your reward; what then do you do?

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One said regarding abortion: In times of trouble and economic limits, one needs to think about the entire picture, rather then focus on one moral aspect.

Reply: Yes, let us focus on the prepared illusion of American culture rather than the unscripted reality of mankind.

Take from me the anguish of responsibility that I may do what feels right rather than what is right; allow me to pass into moral ambiguity so that I might pass what I have learned to my children - should I ever have them.

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When we live in an age of lies, how can one speak with sincerity and be understood?

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My faith calls me to forgive, to turn my cheek to the next blow. It is not my cheek that is bruised by this society, it is my heart.

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Equality is not a belief that works, it is an action that works. But only a very few believe in the action of equality, while the majority go on believing without the practice of it.

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If there appears in any of my writing, the sense of being mocked by me, you have just resonated to the mockery I made of myself when I wrote it.

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How did you know..?/How did you know.?/How did you know?/How did you kno.?/How did you kn..?/How did you..?/How did..?/How?/?

Call it a hunch.

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Show me your eyes. Or begone.

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Your oldest brother is a good reminder of the difference between the followers of Christ, and Christianity Jai; one is shaped by Christ, the other shaped by mankind.

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Personal maturity is not an ends, but a means to ends. Another step along the way.

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When will people stop believing in colors as labels for people and things? Their labels make it difficult to understand the essence of their perspective, as well as the object of it.

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There's nothing personal that I feel can be shared with you at this time. As it stands, I am on the cusp of tying up lose ends here in Tribes before I unsubscribe.

There are far too many game players on tribes for me, and I find myself sifting through all the nonsense here in order to find something usefull, only to find very little that is currently contextual to my situation.

I think I will be moving my profile to Zaads in the next month or so, as I find Tribes and Tribals to be in a constant, and cyclic, state of decay.

Besides, one person in several thousand can be counted on to be trustworthy in a consistent manner here in Tribes. And even those ones are fighting a losing battle within themselves.

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In the case of ignorance, we are all ignorant of realities not within our experience or perception. Willfull ignorance on the other hand, accepts no other realities, yet demands that others accept the reality of the willfully ignorant.

Ignorance can be remedied through education and experience; willfull ignorance has no remedy except the willingness to look beyond what one is told, and see for one's self what IS.

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It is often difficult to be undertstood by people as their attention spans and memory are as short in duration as their willingness to understand.

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You cannot learn to be something that your not by aspiring to, what you believe is, the course of one who IS what you aspire to being.

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Looking forward at a sunset in the distance, I see beings of light frolik among the clouds. I spread my wings and jump from my perch. My eyes on the zenith where my future awaits me.

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Do not look for me in Tribes as I have gone to where actions mean more than words.

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Some of this will have to wait until I have had time to adjust to reliving these memories, writing them, processing them, and recovering from any emotional fallout. It always seems to come out this way, so why fix something that doesn't tear me apart?

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I want to help those who cannot help themselves, and so my compassion for them sometimes overrules my instincts. The result is that when enough of them attach themselves to me, I am dragged down.

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Do not put yourself in harms way apurpose.
I will attack an avalanche if you cause it to begin sliding towards you.

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The leaves of my trees fall gently in the breeze.

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Your past must catch up to your present, or you will have no future.

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She needs to ask her higher power for help, if her higher power will not help, then she needs a new higher power.
We are not her higher power.

Being the healer is fine, but like doctors in this country, we can easily become over worked. The reason for the attacks needs to be addressed or they will continue. There are two ways: The way of the world - Attack the aggressor and remove the threat. Or ask God to heal the agressor - Thereby removing the reasons for the attack.

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Weakness is not the amplitude of energy one wields, it is the willingness to wield it without the benefit of wisdom.
By this definition, you will always be weak.

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We both create an image - You take what is on your mind and paint it onto the canvass of the heart. I take what is in my heart and paint it onto the canvass of the mind.

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You begin to understand my experience. As with me, all that was required was to open your eyes and look for yourself to see that your prayers are answered.

I could'nt see through closed eyes running with tears of frustration and sadness until I decided to let go of the dream. When I wiped the tears from my eyes and opened them, I cried again. This time in happiness as what I thought I would never see was sitting there, right in front of me, waiting on me to simply open my tear filled eyes and see the reality.

At times while I wept, I opened my eyes and it almost seemed as though I could see what I wanted most, but my tears blurred it beyond recognition and I could not see; so I closed my eyes again and wept some more.

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I used to remember certain events with anger others with sadness, etc. Until I began looking at the roles of everyone involved in past situations. When I searched for their perspective as well as my own, remembering was no longer painfull or disconcerting.

When I felt the pain of poor choices, I would whistle in a way that warbles and sounds beautiful to the ears of others. A way of externalising the thoughts and feelings, it helped to look at it and look at who I was and compare to who I am. Once I began to see the difference, I was able to forgive who I was because I know that I do not make the same mistakes now as then.

I also went back to people whom I'd hurt and those who had hurt me and told them what is in my heart. Regardless of their reactions, I was able to forgive myself and them as some where exactly where they were in their lives and thinking even though years had passed. I could forgive them because I had become someone else. They could forgive me because I had become someone else.

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What is Love?

It is what we are created for, it is our most important human right, even our right to exist is not as important; for without Love what is the point of existence?

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There is a fine line between pretending to evolve and evolution. One may step over the line into evolution without noticing that one has done so. It is often the way of those who use strife as a tool for growth.

This method of growth is the long road, as one does not need to put their hand into a fire to know that fire burns hands; though there are many who do so in order to confirm their instincts on the matter.

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Lucifer

Lucifer as a name is considered erronious in Biblical history. At no time was Satan ever actually called Lucifer as Lucifer is a Latin word meaning light bringer (lucem ferre) which is associated with the morning star that precedes the dawn each day.

In the fourth century A.D. St. Jerome mistranslated the Hebrew metaphor morning star or day star into the word Lucifer and gave it the reference to Satan. It's real reference is to a Babylonian king named Helal, son of Shahar (Day star, son of the Dawn) who persecuted the children of Israel.

See the reference Isaiah 14:12 and decide for yourself what is true Safiyah.

The being you are refering to is known as Satan. This is a completely different subject to the one your question refers Safiyah. The being known as Satan is not a matter of mistranslation.

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Everyone reaches the conclusions I am reaching, it is what they do with what they now know that decides whether or not they step forward, to the side, or backwards.

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Believe me whan I say, you are caught within a maze when you converse with him, only he knows the floorplan. The key to navigating his maze, is to climb to the top of the walls and scope out the direction he is leading you from above the maze. Continue to walk along the tops of the walls, leaping across the gulfs between walls and always in the direction you wish to go.

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I told you before that I forgave you the things you said and did against me. Let go of the guilt now. It is misplaced and has no existence except that which you give to it.

You have asked me for forgiveness, you have asked God for forgiveness, now ask yourself for forgiveness. And be willing to both grant and recieve it equally.

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What The Online Mayan Machine Said About Me.
Blue Resonant Hand

Blue Hand is a gateway, an opening, a portal from one understanding to another. A clue to the meaning of Blue Hand is found in the meditation, "I am, by thinly veiled design, the threshold to other dimensions. In my ending is my beginning. The initatory gateway awaits." Blue Hand is the seventh or last archetype in the cycle of development of primary being. It represents the power found in completion. Blue Hand is seen as a closure, which is really an opening to another level of being.

Like the fluidity of moving water, Blue Hand is associated with the process of dance, mudra, and beauty. This movement is a metaphor for the ebb and flow of life. In meditation with Manik, experience the flowing quality that is the beauty of the cosmic dance. Remember this essence and this fluidity at times when your life feels most inflexible or lacking in beauty.

Blue Hand represents the 'beauty way', the ability to see intrinsic beauty within yourself and in all things. Living the beauty way requires being in your full beauty and power. From this place, your self-authority naturally flows. This is the position where your ego is aligned with divine will. When you are standing in your full beauty and power, your very presence invites others to be all that they are. To the Maya, Blue Hand represents the deer, the gentle, serenely aware guide who walks in fluid beauty and grace, opening and revealing.

The essence of Blue Hand is held in the metaphor of a wave. The wave has many stages, from momentum to crest to completion and merging with the ocean once again. Blue Hand connects you to the greater ocean and reveals the shores of your true identity. If you identify with the struggle of eddies and storms, that is the learning you will draw to you. If you identify with your oneness of spirit, by the law of affinity that is what you will become.

The energy of Blue Hand will also help you to manifest spiritual skills - especially those intuitive gifts such as oracular divination. In each incarnation, you bring certain gifts. Each path - from priest and priestess to shaman and dancer to artist and gardener - carries varied tools and skills. You have chosen certain gifts and tools that offer you a way to interact with others and your life process. This may be as simple as calling on your innate wisdom and insight in order to see clearly the gifts and tools that you carry.

Your Tone is Tone 7 - Resonant

Mystical alignment, self-acceptance, technician of the sacred, direct connection with the Source.

Seven is the ray of Mystical Power, the foundation of the individual slef freed within the two points of polarity. Your soul calls forth your ability to decode the hidden mysteries. Claim your mystical wisdom by acknowledging your personal relationshp to the Source. Catalyze the mystical force of your seven chakras to propel you to the region of divine illumination.

The consciousness of seven puts theory to the test, asking for practical application of your mystical power. As a technician of the sacred, you integrate the polarity of worlds into an operant foundation. You wear the seven-pointed star, symbol of the master artisan. Combine your feelings and intellect to transmute matter into mystical consciousness. Standing in simple self-acceptance, craft a light body from the column of light in your spine. Open your lotus to the world. You are the gift. Accept yourself unconditionally. Freed from the need for outside confirmation, stand open to your full mystical power. Align with the spinning mystery of the seven: seven chakras, seven planets, seven rays, seven steps of the pyramid - the seven stages of consciousness conjoined.

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It's true that the label coincedence may also be translated into the phrase 'shortcut to thinking'. However, since I do not believe in small or 'miniscule' events, all things being relative.

I personally do not believe that Buddha would have muddied the topic by using the word coincedence in lieu of explaining a complex issue. Instead, I believe that Buddha would have formed a suitable parable of limited complexity in order to illustrate his point. Drawing a line between a known cause and a predictable or observeable effect.

An example of this is the conversation I had with my commonlaw wife, I spoke to her of this ongoing conversation of ours, asking her to express her opinion on the matter of coincedence. She began dancing around in a circle and singing "That's the way God planned it" by Billy Preston.

I asked her to elaborate, and as is all too rare in our relationship, she found herself speechless. Basking in the quietude, I went to the pantry and retrieved the jar of split peas and a large cooking pot. I poured three inches of water into the bottom of the pot while she looked on and when finished, picked out two split peas from the jar.

She sneezed while I was getting the peas out and I used her sneeze to prepare her mind for what I was about to say, telling her that her sneeze is a good example. "When you sneeze at daycare" (where she works) "you have the potential of spreading a cold virus all over town" She agreed and I asked her to look into the pot.

Taking one of the split peas, I dropped it into the pot and watch the ripples spread out to the edge and then reflect back to the center of the pot. "See the ripples?" I asked. She nodded. "Now watch" I said. Placing three of my fingers of my right hand into the pot, I dropped the last of the two split peas into the water at the center of the pot.

We watched as the ripples spread out to the three fingers and quickly returned to the center and beyond to meet up with the ripples returning from the edge of the pot opposite to where my fingers were placed.

"Did you notice that the ripples that bounced back from the three fingers came back quicker and looked different?" I asked. She nodded. I said that all things that go out from us come back looking different because they are changed by the people and things that are affected by us. Also they come back at a different time and place because we are never in the same place and time as when they went out from us.

"Did you notice the second and third set of ripple centers that were created in the different places in the water by the three fingers?" She nodded "uh huh". I said "sometimes they happen out of our sight, where the effect we have has a powerful influence elsewhere and new ripples seem to come from these places to us. They are not new ripples, they are merely our energy being reflected back to us amplified by circumstances that are naturally occuring, as with this pot of water.


We are not always able to recognise what comes back to us from elsewhere because we are not always in tune through our senses to the nature of this verse E. Some call this Karma, some call it law of attraction. Both of these are labels that call attention to peripheral similarities known to us in our experience. But they are, in my experience, only the labels we use as a shortcut to thinking. They do not represent the reality of the concept to me as I consider those realities to be recognised by both the heart AND the mind.

It seems a complicated weaving of words E, but I assure you that the concept here really is quite simple in it's nature.

Give Yu my regards E.

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Consider that when God made this Earth, he made it with the ability to govern it's own systems; Tectonic plate movements, atmospheric balance and a moon.

When the plates move, they sometimes buckle in the need to relieve building pressure points. We call the effects of this, earthquake and tsunami. It is a natural function of the earth to do this, yet people are often injured and killed by the advent of this process.

Atmospheric balance is maintained in every part and often manifests itself as storms, lightning strikes (sometimes causing forest fires), rain, tornadoes, etc. These things continue until a balance is reached and then they abate.

All of these are natural events that MUST occur within the global system in order for it to continue the process of self regulation. God did not create the earth to be micromanaged by himself or by angels or any other agent at all times. It is a self regulating system that has checks and balances inherent in it's systems.

One can choose to blame God for the death of children and families during a tsunami if that is what one wants to do. Or one can accept that these events are naturally occuring and are essential to the balance of the system.

Even death is a necessary part of life, for without death; what would motivate us to truly live?

If one chooses to call everything that kills - bad, then one is not willing to accept life on life's terms. The lessons inherent in living such a life are bound to be difficult at best, calamitous at worst.

It has been my experience that most of what is considered "bad" in the world comes in two forms:

The bad behaviors of humans in their interactions with each other and how this spreads like virii in the Human psyches.

And the perception of things that do not provide the individual with an "ideal result" every minute of every day of their lives, as being bad. More often than not, these perceptions do not take into account the lower teachings of wisdom through adversity.

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I maintain a level of energy far below what I normally live, however, there are levels of existence I am willing to accept until this sickness passes.

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I have neglected certain aspects of my life and have been forced to extend myself beyond what is normal in order to achieve a balance these last few days. When I remove myself for a time from one responsibility, the responsibility does not go away; it merely awaits my return.

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Odd is defined as deviating from what is ordinary, usual, or expected. By this definition I consider you to be odd. Please accept it as a compliment and continue to be yourself without striving to be the adjective of this word; as being who you are is more important to me than being who you believe I percieve you to be.

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Teenaged children are not mountains, they merely act like immovable objects.

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Let us paint our lives onto the canvass of each other's future.

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It is not enough to simply tell me a thing; understanding must be reached and the practical application must bear fruit.

It is why my faith in Jehovah is as complete as it is.

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I see the Butterfly is in love with the Dragonfly. It won't be long before the Dragonfly tries to eat the Butterfly. If she choses not to be eaten, she will descend until she becomes like the Dragonfly - Or flutter away.

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It has been my experience that the heart never lies. It has also been my experience that the heart is not always healthy. When this is true, it often says unhealthy things.

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Your shield and relationship failed at the same time because there is no such thing as coincedence.

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(This message requires no reply)

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I do not run with the pack. I have however, allowed them to pursue me until I have them right where they want me. Rarely have they been cognizant of the one route of escape I unfailingly leave to them in such cases.

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Most "issues" are non-issues - Mole hills made into volcanoes by selfishness.

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ka dos daewl ulu ragar l' llieh nesst whol dos, doera l' llieh j'nesst whol ukta.

ka dos daewl ulu ragar natha nesst xuil vel'ussa dos shlu'ta spend l' v'dre d' dosst dro xuil, doera l' j'nesst xuil vel'ussa natha nesst orn'la ssinssrin ulu spend l' v'dre d' ukt dro xuil.

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It was once said that the insane are not cognizant of their lack of sanity. The result of this is the use of rationalisation to set aside any and all beliefs that do not agree with those of the insane.

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My actions are sometimes interpreted as hurtful because I do what I must, in order to do what must be done - Regardless of what others expect of me.

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The elevation of emotional content creates the connection to the reader for the writer. As long as the reader is hammering away at thoughts about the writer, a beacon is continued on which to orient from afar.

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I have seen terawatts of psychic energy whip-lashing back and forth through the population of a couple of tribes. All caused by the same individual, and this persons' alter-ego identities. Then this person stops, sometimes for a few days, sometimes for over a month. On each occasion, this individual has created massive furvor in the tribes to which they attend discussion, then suddenly stops. A rest period follows where communications from this person lull into the occasional derisive commentary, without attack.

But then the hunger returns, and with it, social chaos. The feeder once again stirs up the prey. The prey does, what the prey has always done: Provide nourishment. And again, the feeder rests. All of this happens without consequence to the feeder as the feeder is a predator, and uses a predators strategies to secure itself and it's prey into symbiosis.

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The Great Lepidopterist

There once was a world renowned lepidopterist. This man spent his entire life collecting and studying butterflies from all over the world.

He heard tales of a butterfly seen only in the Western jungles of mid-coast Africa. Journeying into the Congo, the man caught sight of this butterfly.

Thus began his pursuit:

Days turned into weeks as the man pursued the butterfly, soon his rations dwindled to the point where he had to forage for sustanence from the jungle around him.

Being a man of determination he kept the butterfly in sight all during his days, stopping only to sleep under the trees it had chosen as it's perch for the nights.

The weeks began to turn to months. Through sickness and deprivation the man pursued the butterfly until one day; the man became too weak to pursue the butterfly any longer.

As he turned from his pursuit, he felt the soft whisper of air on his cheek and turned to see the butterfly alighting on his shoulder.

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The pictures are stories of events; a portrayal of current events at the time of their posting. Some have comments to qualify them, others have no need of words to qualify them; being worth more to me than words could convey. Those with this psi symbol (Ψ) are of those people's whose situations I have viewed, and been asked by others to view.

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Attenuation Of Connection.

People come and go, but love does not leave with them.
It remains in the hearts of those sharing it.

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I give you my spirit because I cannot be there in person. So I send my spirit out to be with you, to comfort you when you are alone and to provide energy for you to draw from. I give to you freely because I think it is all I have to offer at this time.

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It did not surprise me to find him where he is, though my amusement still knows no limit.
I still remember when our sleeves were innocent of rank.

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Rank is not power; it is merely the illusion of power and the measure of one's willingness to enslave oneself to an indifferent system.

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I love writing. It relaxes me (most of the time), and is a great way to follow an inner thought to it's conclusion. The written end result is the fractional synopsis of the original thought.

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This is a predictable circumstance as it is "normal" for Witches an Christians to indulge in the culture of hate towards each other - Peer opinions are often the surrogate of personal reasoning in these groups.

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I await her growth. I have struggled long and hard to become who I am, and I will not become some other Humans perception of what I am, or should be.

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It's difficult to make a statement mean one thing, and be perceived as the one thing, while perceiving the perils of being misunderstood any number of other ways; and still make the statement. It's kind of awkward sometimes.

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Mad woman poetry is always in style - Somewhere.
I prefer Madwoman poetry.

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The media is simply the voice of the man who says " Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain."

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I too am approached by the moths more so than the butterflies. Unlike the butterflies though, the moths fly alone and as often in darkness as in light. When in darkness, they will fly toward a light source - Even to their deaths. Butterflies are given to taking the light for granted and flit from one perch to the next all their lives.

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Light and dark can be good paradigms. It's interesting how in first stage transformations, balance becomes everything for a time. As with all things, balance has it's place and time, and as with all things, balance becomes obsolete in the form to which we become accustomed. The twilight people are a good example of this - Neither light, nor dark, they walk in the purgatory that lies between.

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I ate a small scroll called wisdom and it upset my stomach as my digestion was used to other fare.

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I just wanted you to know... Hello.

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Love finds you not when you want to be found, but when you are ready to be found.

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Was now then.

My written matter is simply me expressing myself to who I am, who I was and who I will be.
If any of it speaks to you, it will speak to who you are, who you were or who you will be.

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Hi me, I'm you.
How are we?

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Knowledge has no voice besides that which we give it.

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There are those few who fly South early. They seek each other enroute, as they are aware that the journey facilitates the destination by the mere fact that their destinations are not places - They are the relationships they form enroute.

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You take a piece of my heart with you when you fly. It has ever been my hope that you would return often with it to me so that I might see how it fared in your care.

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Common Empathy monitors the output of the ego.

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U.S. Citizens

Your government's continued butchery of innocent Human life is a source of mounting global tension.
It is my belief that there will soon come a time when the world will have to relieve those tensions by butchering most of you.

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Hello Spider.

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Understanding is transitory, yet must be reached in order to go forward.
Lack of understanding causes us to fall into a cyclic pattern, requiring us to either come to understand, or destine ourselves to forever repeat the mistakes that are the symptom of our lack of understanding.

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There is no up besides that which you pick.

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I await your arrival through an epoch of time.

One day you will look back and see yourself as I see you now.

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Approach reproach with regard.

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Quieting my soul allows me to hear my spirit - And the spirits of those around me.

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There is so much to say, though in silence we eventually come to the same conclusions.

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What do you see as your role in the Church?
What has the eye to do with the hand?

Sometimes the hand is used to remove somethiing from the eye in order that the whole may see.

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The Dream

The road winds through old-growth forest that I remember as a young man clearing some of. The buildings and road are now over forty years old and have the well-worn look of buildings lived in. I have not aged in the time I've been away from this place.

The buildings are of differing design but are typical of frontier style homes and range in size from a small hut approximately 14-16 feet long by 12 feet wide to a house of approximatelty 3000 square feet. The third building immediately in sight stands only a few feet away from the small hut and at right-angle to the hut. Built like a hut/longhouse it is roofed and sided by shakes like the other two buildings.

The road has several dips and curves in it, some of the dips have puddles and slightly muddy spots. There must have been rain in the last week or so. There are several bushy areas along the road that are wild but not thicket. The land rolls slightly in this part of the forest.

As we begin to enter border of the settlement we hear an argument of some kind coming from outside the distant large house. Though we can't hear the words of the disturbance, we hear the emotion of it. She is very upset about something. Of the two witches, she is white, the least powerfull of the two witches located here, and irrelevant to the reason I am here.

I can see the small hut as we enter the settlement, being about 125 metres from it, I know it to be the focus of this expedition. The others can't see it because its reality is hidden. Unbeknownst to them at this time, I have been shielding their reality to all but themselves and each other in order to enter this settlement.

The sound of high emotion becomes louder yet remains indistinct, an engine is started. I tell the young men with me to take cover on each side of the road which they do at once. Though they are not visible to anyone else, I have not yet explained this to them, and do not wish for any unforseen mayhaps. A faded light blue mid-eighties Volvo station wagon splashes by us on on the road leading out of the settlement, a balding middle aged man at the wheel. My companions and I crouch back out into the roadway after it passes.

It is at this point I decide to tell them about their shielded state. I gather them around me and point at a 12X16 piece of leveled concrete about 60 metres from our position asking them what they see there. All but one see the concrete pad and say so, the youngest member of our group at 16+ years sees the chopping block near it. I tell them that in fact what is there is the witches hut next to her longhouse. As this is how I see it, I begin describing it to them. I see the perplexity of those around me and explain what they are seeing are the unshielded and irrelevant elements that they are meant to see. The sound of the womans despair grows closer as I explain this new thing to my companions, they are having a difficult time believing what they hear, but because I am saying it, they do not think I am lying.

At this time the woman comes within sight of us. My companions scramble for cover at the sight of the woman. She appears to be 5'7 or 5'8, in her late 50's, of medium build with long thick gray hair showing signs of honey brown in places. She is somewhat plain in appearance and is wearing a faded multicolored dress that could be best described as somewhat light blue from a distance.

This woman, in her despair, is almost throwing herself about as she approaches us. She is a pitiful sight in her despair. As she reels towards us my companions act as though she should see them and begin to panic as there are no goods spots where we are where they can hide from a person on foot. I hiss at them to be still knowing that the reality I've created does not include hiding such things as moving bushes and sudden inexplicable splashes in puddles. She passes among us and I see and feel the panic level rising among my companions.

After she has passed us my companions look at each other in bewilderment unable to understand why she did not see us. After a few moments I ask them to once again look towards the concrete slab still some distance away. I concentrate on the image of the house that I see and hear sudden intakes of breath around me as my comapanions are now able to see the hut as I see it. I tell my companions to fan out, stay low and keep watch.

I stride towards the entrance of the small hut glad that there was no alarm raised to this point. I know had the other distraught witch seen us, events may have diverged from the desirable conclusion I have in mind.

Without knocking I open the door to the hut and walk in. The woman I have come to see is sitting on her bed doing something with her hands at a small round table next to the bed. The hut is sparse in its furnishings with only the bed, table, chest of drawers, and a small food prep area.

She is a small nicely figured, middle aged native woman with a face easily forgotten. She is not pretty nor unattractive, but something in between. As Ive entered the room, all that she thinks is suddenly open to me. Her anger and need for revenge are the first things I become aware of, the sadness is only a dull ache somewhere in the background. The name "Kutcha" figures prominantly in her thoughts. I know Kutcha to be the name of an Indian village 60 or more miles north of here. At the head of the village of Kutcha is a warlock slightly more powerful in the sciences than this woman. I also know him to be a good man not responsible for the things she wants revenge on him for. I make this thought available to her and she shakes her head angrily at me. I come over to her and sit near her on the edge of her bed. Looking directly into her brown eyes I tell her that "he is not responsible for the things that you believe him to have done." As this communication is happening I am aware of the fact that she will not attack me, even here in her domicile. I am a more powerful individual than she, and in any event, am not here to harm her. I know she understands this on a level somewhere above the instinctual. Tears come to her eyes, and yet I still feel the anger coming from her.
Behind it all is a growing feeling of frustration. This gives me comfort because I know now that she believes what I say about the warlock from Kutcha. Still, and regardless of the facts, I sense that she will still lead an expedition of warriors to Kutcha. I move next to her on the bed, place my arm over her shoulder and pull her head to my shoulder, she rests her head on my shoulder without resistance and I think to her, "you must not do this thing" thinking of the expedition she has planned. My thoughts wander for a second to my companions keeping watch outside. They are made up of young men from both tribes, hers and some from Kutcha.

She nuzzles slightly into the space between my shoulder and neck, and I sense the sheer lonliness of the woman. I empathize, once having been a lonely person myself in the distant past. I tell her in thought that she will needlessly lead people to their deaths on both sides, and that I foresee the possibility that the warlock will take her life in the struggle. I sense her anger now directed at me for communicating this to her. I lift her head from my shoulder and turn to face her.

Putting my hands on her shoulders I force her to lay back on the bed and tell her that she 'must not do this thing she has planned'. She looks up at me sadly and grasps me around the neck by her forearms and pulls me to her, fiercely hugging me.

On the small table next to the womans bed is a number of small plain rocks, sticks a couple of candles, and a wand made of a softwood. The wand is a piece of native art with a westcoast carving of a beaver at its head. The wands overall length is thirteen or fourteen inches and has several small creatures carved into its length. There are two or three small leather thongs attached near the head of the wand with a couple of small beads of differing colors along their lengths and ending in small non-descript rocks at their ends. The beavers eyes are Abolone shell fragments ground to fit. The wood appears to have been polished perfectly smooth by hand after it was carved so that no tool marks are visible.

Before I've realized it, both of us are naked in her bed with me on top of her, my cock resting on her labia. She looks up at me with an intense lustful want, and I am more than happy to oblige. But, no matter what else I may want, the lives of the tribespeople are my first concern. I look down at her and begin rubbing the head of my cock against her, she arches up to me slightly, trying to position me inside of her, and I pull back each time before entering. She looks up at me, a question in her eyes and I say with voice to her "you will not do this thing"

"Relent!". She shakes her head angrily, tears coming to her eyes again. She is beautiful in her anger sadness and lust. I notice this and my lust for her increases tenfold.

By now I can barely hold myself back from her and I begin to kiss her mouth and neck wetly as I increase the speed at which I rub my cock against her.
Again I hold myself in sway and tell her "you must not do this thing!"
"Relent!".
I begin saying over and over with each stroke of my cock against her
"Relent!".
"Relent!".

Patrick.
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Remember That Moose?

O yea.. This is gonna work out just fine I thought, I looked toward the left side of the island of short stick bushes that was next to the narrow path. I could see several medium length shrooms at the intersection of paths ahead of me, and decided to pick my way to them.
I looked along the base of the long grass on the opposite side and saw a few shroomies there as well but thought; on the way back.
Crawling forward on my hands and knees, trusty ziplock in hand, I glanced into the depths of the grass to my left attempting to penetrate it. Hoping to catch the smallest glimpse of the color of a slightly moist ground psilosybe, if not the shape of one. Yep, there we go, I said to myself. I parted the grass and crawled into it. There ahead of me was a nice little line of my favourite liberties, long grass libs.

Standing from one and a half inches, through to five inches tall, was a line of at least fifteen mushrooms. I eased towards them, quickly scanning the ground between myself and the line, looking for the not so obvious mushrooms.

"Phpwphwl!"
What the Hell was that??!!

It sounded like a horse snorting with it's mouth. In less than a moment I knew where in relation to me it had been, and how close to the line of trees it was.
A horse? Not likely to be here on its own, I thought. I'd crawled under the horse fence at the opposite side of the treeline to get in here. I slowly settled back from my elbows onto my knees, unfolding myself into a kneeling position. I placed my hands in my lap, let my eyes defocus and listened. Every sound within hearing distance was recognized and discarded immediately, I focused my attention on the locus of the snort. A bird, breeze in grass, sound textures from various places there, a bee. I kneeled there listening for about 30 seconds waiting for a new sound. Nothing.
Hmmm... Well. There's no help for it I thought. I placed my hands on the ground at either side of me and pushed myself into a crouch. As my head slowly came clear of the grass I saw her. She was looking directly at me, one ear swivelled forward to include me in its sweep and locked on the direction I was at. Instantly the the nature of my tactical situation became apparent. A map of the field I was in appeared with trees paths landmarks and fences. She's sixty feet from me, I'm a good seventy or so from the nearest fence, and the biggest tree obstacle is about twenty-two feet behind me. Hmmm... If she charges, running won't work here.
The moment passed.
Better check her out I thought, and came to my full height.
The second ear swivelled towards me and locked, I had her full attention now.
I slowly opened the door, flowing out towards her. Curiosity, attention focused, Wow, no wonder I thought she was a horse. I called out to her "Hi Moose! : ) How are ya? : )

Her curiosity increase slightly at the intonation I had used and she swivelled her right ear to make sure there were'nt any more of these nearby. There's usually more than one of them around at once. She focused back on me, then ran her left ear on a sweep. Nothing. She locked back on me and waited.

Beautiful day huh? I've only been here about twenty minutes and already I’ve got a quarter of my bag filled, how 'bout you?

Curiosity/perplexity.

Uh oh. I think I'm having the same effect on her as with human females. If this doesn’t work I'll start walking towards the fence on my right nice and slow. If she charges, I'm gonna break a speed record through this shit.
I chuckle at my wittiness and focus back on her.

No change, still about sixty percent curiosity, I can work with that I tell myself. I project goodwill at her directly limiting my intensity, but not my feelings, her mind starts at the sensation, and an impression I don't understand crosses to me. What are you? I wonder to myself.
I need to break this off, "Hey listen Moose, I'm gonna stay over here pickin'". If you want to come down here that's fine, but don't step on any of the mushrooms if you can help it, K?
I got back down on my hands and knees, closed the door, and thought; "Now where'd those shrooms go?"
I picked my way back to the path and carried on until I came to the intersection of the two paths by the little island of scrub. During this time I'd been completely on task, not thinking once of the female with whom I shared this field.
After picking the mushrooms I'd seen on the left fork, I decided to pop up again and see where she was at. As I'd not heard any sounds of movement coming from where she was, I expected to see her eating there or nearby.
She was gone.
This was more unexpected than seeing her standing there looking at me. I stifled a flash of disappointment and scanned the area I had last seen her in, nothing.
Checking the treeline visually brought back a couple of brown leaf textures, but not her colouring.
Now how the Hell did she do THAT? I hadn't heard a sound. Mind you, I hadn't heard her coming in either. I picked up my bag and quickly plotted a path through the grass to where I'd last seen her. As I arrived at the place I could already see something wrong. Where are her tracks? Moving down the narrow path revealed no tracks on either side of me for as far as I could see in this grass. I gently stamped my foot on the ground, it's soft. There's no way I can miss a six hundred plus pound cowmoose hoofprint in this surface!. I stepped off the narrow path into the grass crouched low, and made a circle around the area of grass I'd seen her in. As I came full circle, I grunted in frustration. I changed my search pattern to a longer oblong enclosing the area of path I'd seen her on.
What the?
Moving back onto the path I decided to walk farther along the path than the searches covered, and too far for her to have been. Stubborn as always, I walked to the tree line out into the grass again and spent the next ten minutes expressing disbelief in fruitlessness. As I came stalking back along the path to the spot I'd originally seen her, I came on the new logical explanation for what was wrong here. I'm in the wrong spot.
Walking back to my little patch by the path, and keeping my eye on the three long sticks I had jammed into the ground that were triangulating the fourth I came to stand where I had first seen her next to the path.
Ok, she was right inside the area my pattern of sticks are covering, no tracks, no bent grass, except where I could easily see the effects of my floundering about.
Hmmm... Better keep this one to myself around the fire tonight, If I tell Buffalo or Manhole that I saw a moose that wasn't there on Bandlands, they'll nickname me "Sees Things" or something ridiculous like that. Or Chuch will start in with his "Ghost stories" again. Maybe I'll wear gloves next time I come to pick.

Patrick.
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The Chair (Installment One).

Good, it's still cold I thought as I drank deeply of one of my two-litre bottles of leftover icewater. I lowered the container after several refreshing gulps and looked at the remainder for a moment. I capped it and tucked it back under the scrap of plywood I had set aside to cover it. As I was doing so, I had heard a quiet vehicle pull into the driveway behind me. I turned to see the visitor come to a stop in a late model beemer 30 feet from where I stood. The driver turned off the vehicle undid a seatbelt, and open the drivers side door.

And there I stood, rooted to the spot, standing with what I am sure was a stunned look on my face. Like every boy, teenager and man I had ever been amused at during their first sight of a particularly beautiful woman. I had completely forgotten myself and everything around me.

She wore a black, sleeveless bodysuit that ended halfway to her knees. My first sight of her face had stopped me cold, her body though elfin and perfect, was a background feature to what I saw in her.
Her eyes were almost jet black. Her face was on a scale of beauty I was unused to wintnessing in a country full of beautiful women of so many races. Though beautiful in every feature of her face, it was not this that had simply emptied my mind of all internal process.

The sense of her was nearly overpowering as it flowed from her into my mind past normal defenses which had involuntarily lowered to experience the moment. It was over, and still I was bracing the door which had no latch of a sudden. My heart was hammering, and my body temp had just jumped radically, but these were of low priority in the face of the struggle I was engaging in. I began an intensive search for cognition, found a random thought floating in miasma, and latched on. It turned out to be the last thought I'd been having before turning to see the drivers door of the car she was getting out of open. Who's this?

Everything flowed back into place like an oil painting taking shape out of the canvass. I took a second to address the hammering going on in my chest as control over my body returned. I stifled an intense left field desire to go over and sniff her, and then turned my back on her. I strode back to the pile of lumber I had been removing nails from and pulled my hammer out of the kit at my waist. I had hear her door shut and the few nearly silent steps she had taken by the time I came back to my task.
The sound of her steps was nearing. Uh oh, I thought, and then I heard her voice. I was clamping down so hard on my perceptions that I nearly missed her question. Excuse me? She had asked. All that, and a voice to match I thought.
I finished picking up the two-by-four I had reached for stood and turned to look down into her face. She was no more more than five feet tall I marveled, What can I do for you? I asked. Had I really just said that? I was amazed at the cool unclipped manner in which I had just spoken. Maybe there was hope after all. Is Johnny here? she asked me. I think he's in the front of the house working near the bay window I replied. She said thank you, smiled at me warmly, and began making her way towards the front of the house.
Dammit! I was stuck again. At least this time I was cognizant enough to be disturbed. Struggling to put myself back together, I lurched towards the two sawhorses I had setup nearby. I placed the board I was carrying across the sawhorses and looked down at my left hand, a hammer, O yea, boards with nails that need removing.

Patrick.
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To The Fallen On The Sunshine Coast.

Here's to the sixty or more men and women that I've known in recovery who have died of their addictions after coming to the Sunshine Coast for recovery. I have outlived all my sponsors, and share the dubious distinction of being one of the six or seven people that made it through alive.

In an ironic twist, the man who started the first recovery facility here, and attracted almost all of those dead men to this coast, is still alive, and still active in his addiction.
The second man starting a recovery facility here died of his addiction four years ago.

Heres to not tipping one in memory of you fallen.

Patrick.
Ðïvêr§ït¥.
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She Cried.

She was stunning at 40. Being 21 had its perks in her books I supposed, but supposing wasn't a word I was used to using. I knew exactly who I had on top of me motives and all.

We had simply hit it off, I remembered the exact moment she focused all of her attention onto me. Her eyes had fastened onto my left eye, and she tilted her head slightly to her left, is that a sideways glance? I thought. But she smiled, then laughed, and I knew we would get along fine.

It was sudden, like a thought completely out of context. I was stunned by the depth of it and clamped down instantly. She was sad?! I felt the body movement as it built and broke, a sob. And another, my collar is wet I think as her third sob breaks, a quiet body movement. Her arms encircle my neck even tighter and the top of her head feels good against my chin.

Each sob is preceded by a tightening of her stomach and back muscles, then barely heard expirations. That feels to me like it should sound louder I think to myself, pretty quiet woman.

She has tightened on me four times by now her soft sobs causing me to come to rock hardness again. I pull my lower body away from her in an attempt to come out of her, and she lets me go. The manoeuvre was natural and without thought as she moved into a position with her head on my shoulder on my right, her face buried in my neck. I began to run the thick fingernails of my right hand lightly along her scalp feeling the silky strands between my fingers.

She was sobbing intermittently yet frequently, I reached over the curve of her waist, and rested my palm on the middle of her back. What's gotten into her I wonder.

There seemed to be nothing but Joy and youthful exuberance I thought smirking to myself at the ardent nature this woman had worn like a suit of armour here.

I was pretty sure I was not the reason for this cry, but I still wanted to know why cry here, and at this time?.

I had to have my full attention for this so I stopped stroking her scalp, and slowly took hold of the back of her head, It's like holding onto a woman who has been injured I think to myself.

I had slowly opened, allowing a very small but densely packed wave of her emotions in. She misses this? This simply is, I think to myself. She misses uncontrived emotions? I can't seem to get a grip on this, the emotions change.

She is focusing on something. I zero in on it because of all the things changing the shape of her emotions, this one stays.

What is that? I wonder to myself. Is that the time lost sadness, or out of time sadness? She keeps changing back and forth, I wonder what time IS it? Does she have to be somewhere?

No, it's obvious to me now time lost AND wasted sadness. Hmmm... This ones deep I think to myself, it took her less than a minute to get to this place.

She settles into her cry then, soaking my shoulder for another twenty minutes. Every so often she tightens her arms around my neck squeezing me and choking me slightly, but I don't mind. It is oddly possessive, and I am moved deeply by it.

Patrick.
Ðïvêr§ït¥.

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Loss

She is lost to me.
I sit with tears running down my face
I am lost to me.

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The False Anarchist

In '88 I was walking down Granville St. with a few aquaintances, when their point man said "man, if anarchy ruled, I'd blow this fuckin dive up." I told him "If anarchy ruled, your one of the first people I'd eat."

He and his friends bristled, and I unhooked the leather lockdown tab holdng my divers knife in place in the sheath at my waiste. He stopped and turned to me and asked; "What the fuck do you mean by that?" I replied; " the kind of anarchy you believe in is survival of the fittest, do anything you want, no rules. Under that system, the strong prey on the weak. You and these others would be among the first ones I'd eat."

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The Cannibal

A Jamaican drug dealer told me once about his cannibalising. He said "If you gwan eat som'n, you aks dem if dey lef han or rie han befwour yua kill dem." I asked him "why?" He said "becoz if dey wwrite han, you eat dey lef sie - it de moe tenda side of dem mŏn." I told him I was left handed and took another hit from the chalice.

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The Servant and The Follower

I sat as they conversed in Patua about the differences in their points of view regarding their faith. On the one hand was an old man, his dreadlocks white and thick, the other young, his dreads dark brown and thicker.

I unie said the young man. We unie said the old man. My respect for the old lion went up a couple of notches as I listened to him gently point out the responsibilities of being a follower of Jah.

Still the young man would not understand, he had come as far as he could for this time and place - and could not lay aside his wants.

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The Cobblestone Road

I looked and saw a great many people walking along a cobblestone road, many were carefully watching how it was they were placing their feet on the stones, the others, out in front of the crowd placed their feet more surely though I did see occasional falls and spills.

Not far from me I saw many people standing still, a vastly wide line of humans on the road all facing forward and kneeling or bent over. All of them seemed to be examining the cobblestones on which they are standing. Striding up to the edge of the path I choose a young human male at random from the fringe of this throng, went to his side and kneeled on the cobblestone next in line to his and looked closely at the coblestone he was studying and saw the name; Philosophy - Sub Cat. Plato - The Republic Of Plato. I lean across him and peer at the stone on which the young woman next to him is kneeling, it reads the same as his.

I realise what it is I am seeing and stand up to view the stones on which those near me are standing and kneeling, they all read the same. I step back from the path and look down the length of the line I can see to my right and begin tracing the human line back along it's path while keeping an eye on the terrain through which this vast line moves. I see the sharp peaks in the distance between which humanities line becomes thin, nearly lost to sight are those few who pass between them. Beyond the last peak I cannot see without changing location.

I walk forward paralleling the throng for a time keeping an eye on the stones along the edge of this path until I come to the end of the Aristotlian/Plato era, The Stoicism stones are around here somewhere I think to myself.

Deciding on a better view I remove myself from the vicinity of the path, and climb a short way to the higher ground just to the side of it. Struggling over and onto a ledge I look outwards and down. I am forced to shield my eyes from much of the view below as the vastness of the scene before me causes me vertigo and exhaustion.

Holding my hands to my face, I turn them outwards and shape them as though I am holding binoculars, creating a cowl to narrow my view. I look to the edge of the line and trace my footsteps away from it seeing where I have left footprints along the edge in the wild growth next to the path.

Bands of thought I realise, some of them vast in width and depth. Many are standing still, unable to pass forward or to the side as others ahead of them block the passage to the bricks ahead of them. The line has stalled in vast stretches along this road, even as it moves forward it widens, and still the people behind pile up and come to a stop behind those lost in thought ahead of them.

I sigh, remembering my last encounter with this path. Closing my eyes, I reach out in prayer. I understand. Getting to my feet, I peer over the edge of my ledge looking for my first foot and handhold down.

As I approach, I notice the same young man I saw earlier still kneeling on his stone peering intently down at it, the young woman next to him appears somewhat bored by her stone but hasn't yet decided to move from it.

I come back to his side and say Hi! He mumbles something that could have been um, hi, but does not look up. I kneel next to him and place the three middle fingers of my right hand against his upper forehead, I apply a small sideways push, and down he goes landing uncerimoniously onto the young woman next to him. She in turn knocks over two others near her in her struggles to keep from falling, a third she upsets as she rolls to get her feet.

I look back down at the young man at my feet, grin widely as his eyes meet mine, and offer my hand. He looks bewildered as his eyes come to rest on my outstretched hand and I tell him; offer your hand to that young woman next to you and when I pull, pull also on her, and ask her to offer her hand to the one next to her. Suddenly he is no longer a pile of limbs, his eyes linger on the young woman next to him and his hand reaches out to her at the same time as his words. Turning towards the wilds to the side of the path I brace my legs and begin to pull leaning deeper into the effort and begin to feel a result.

He comes fully to his height, the young woman standing a moment before him and looking back at the one on her other arm, laughing as that person mumbles something and come to their feet.

I let go of the young man's hand and ask him if he's ok. He turns to me still holding the hand of the young woman and frowns bringing his fingertips to his forehead, did you push me? He asks. I smiled warmly and said yes.

Why? Because I wanted to see if I could change something in what I saw. What did pushing me over have to do with that? he asked. Because you were a part of what I saw I told him. Look at those people near you who fell down just after you did, I pointed. All were back on their feet, and many were beginning to kneel once again, going back to their fascination with the greek and latin thinking in the stones at their feet.

By now the young woman was turned back, smiling in lopsided amusement she asked, finished slammming us around? Hardly, I replied grinning. Keeping my eyes on the young womans own, I turned my head to face to the young man and said See there?Pointing past him at the edge of the line of which he was a part I turned my eyes to look in the direction of my pointing hand and said; look past the squares, follow the road back along it's length from the outside edge. See there? How it moves with the terrain?

I look back at the young woman just in time to see her eyes glaze, her mouth seems open in midword as she stands transfixed by the first sight of the road on which she is standing A highway? She mumbles. A matter of perception I tell her. Oh? she says absently.

I look at the young man, who by now, appears to be standing and looking at his feet in perplexity while rubbing the muscles of his frowning forehead with the fore and middle fingers of his right hand. Hey! snap out of it! remember here and now? I ask him loudly.

I have a headache he mumbles, and I tell him, Yep, I remember the first headache. Somewhere around here is a stone called fractal philosophy I told him; now there's a headache.

The young woman asked What are those paths criss-crossing in and out of the highway here on the side? Those are the paths of various religions and spiritual beliefs of the world, I reply. They are, for now, intertwined with the path of humanity's thinking.

Look there, I said pointing at the junction between one
such religion and the road we stood next to: People from both paths were merging, some joining the masses, others walking the path of religion for a time, most stepping out onto the broad way.

Those are fascinating too, I said pointing at a large multistrand braid near us. What the Hell is that? the man asks. New age religions I reply. Oh yeah the woman responds, I remember that, and I recognise that one there too she says, stepping towards it.

Wait!? I ask. Her eyes flash. Why? Look to your left, down the line of what's next. See how they join for a time, and then break, dissolving into the population. Look at what happens next when they reemerge. Refusing to look in the direction I indicated, she stands and looks frowning at my chest for a time. Good, I think to myself, she'll look when she's good and ready.

What is that? Said the man indicating a path alongside the road shaped like a multi-limbed lightning strike; Christianity I replied.

TBC

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07:04

So my checklist sits unheeded for a time and, as I watch, a National news(?) channel projectile vomits misinformation at me in my own living room. After which I am sure to have a visit from the weather liar.

Chuckling at my wit, I reach for the 'off' switch on the remote, wondering why I had turned it on in the first place; "Oh yea", it was at hand, and closer than the aparatus I call 'tunebox'.

As the picture disappears, I stand, and walk around the coffee table to the tunebox and press Power, then Play. As I turn, I hear the beginning of the song 'Hook' by Blues Traveller and my body begins to move to the rythm as I make my way back to my spot on the couch.

Looking down at my checklist, I reach for my coffee and notice that the remote is set next to it; "How did this end up out?" The empty Public Library DVD case mutely answers my question by the mere fact of it's presence. "What's that Hon?" Carol calls from her morning bath. "Oh nothing! I was just wondering aloud how this remote control ended up out of the basket".

I hear the rubbing of Carol's bottom along the tub and a muted splashing of water as I begin a new line on my list. After a moment; "it's because of the movie we didn't get to last night". Smiling wryly to myself, I say "oh yea, thanks baby! A "Your welcome" floats down the hall to me from beneath the towel she's getting set to wrap over her hair.

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Intemporal connections.

Catching up to myself, I look about me at the circumstances of the moment, It's good to be back I think, smiling to myselves. A joke comes to mind, and I ask: "Am I talking to myself in the first people?" We both laugh and the ice is broken.

In the next moment we begin to synchronise, I nod to myself and begin recalling nearby moments. As clearly as I can, I begin to recall the moments during which a thought regarding temporal travel occured to me. Within the framework of the idea lay the possibility of self occuring delusional states, outright connection to innerself perceptions, and split personality disorder.
At the core of the idea is the possibility of success.

I nodded to myself already knowing this, and saying: "I will monitor the hearts, and listen for you." To which I replied; "I will send a short logic test burst."

The effects on heartrate and body chemistry register like a fistfight during great sex. "Breathing." I speak the word and take a long breath, establishing the rythm by the end of the first outflowing breath. I begin the second breath and am immediately aware of the confirmation of rapport in the pace I have chosen for breathing.

Closing my eyes I see two hearts hammering across the darkness from each other, reaching out impossible hands I gently cradle the undersides of them. "This feels downright creepy" I think to myself as the feel in my palms of the hammering hearts both tickle and slightly gross out my psychoscopic senses. By now my third breath has started.

"Calm", I begin moving my hands over the surface of these two entities in my charge, feeling now the lessening of the faraway shaking of my own body and heartrate. I turn my attention to the heart that will be and balance my feeling as much for it, as for the heart that is, immediately the bodies calm to meditative compliancy.

"Synchronised."
I speak The word and we become two again.

"Well?" "What did you learn, me?" I joke and begin inhaling the fourth breath. A silent moment.

"I have learned a thing that has not occured in my experience yet", I solemnly replied.

Slightly disturbed by my tone, my mind instantly flashes back to a moment of the first 'past time finder' experiment. I had turned life into a busy day and-a-half of keeping up with seemingly necessary occurences instead of just living my life the way I would had I not known. As I did when I had not known.

"Show me."

Restricting our thoughts to existential boundaries of exact moments, I fall mentally silent and begin remembering. "I have learned how to reach out with my mind and calm my own heart in the past as well as the present, and by the laws of the newly ancient treatise on time, become able to calm my heart in the future as well as the present by default."

"Prove it", I joke to myself. "But I already have" I grin, "is not my heart, and my heart calm?"

"But it was I who began and ended that process."

"And here I am!" I said taking my fifth breath.

"Consequently I have learned that there exists a type of logic that can be applied to paradox with a degree of accuracy." "What shall I call it?"

"Ok, I'll bite. What AM I going to call it?"

"Subjective Logic."

"Nice." "I don't think I've ever seen the word logic used as a subjective label during a paradoxic anomoly."

"Hmpph, I'm just trying to be smart" I quip and we both laugh. I sigh out my sixth breath with the thought; "we should break this off for now."

"I agree." "And, I think we should break the mental aspects of this into two frames of reference for each of us to look at."

"You take the possible delusional aspects and compare it what I know of me, and I'll look at the concept of this just being a complete fabrication, ok?"

"Ummm..." "You've just given me all the work if this is merely a fabrication of my imagination", I accuse. "While all you have to do is sit back and see, I have to do all the running around again."

Shit! I guess I can't fool myself I laugh together, and the connection is broken.

I open my eyes and sit back in my chair chuckling to myself, that was fun.

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The First Step

Standing on a plains amid a vast crowd of humans, I impassively watch as they disappear in singles, groups and swaths all around me. Sinking into the plains they go, and soon I am virtually alone.

After a time I see only a large number of people left standing on the plains with me, only the smallest percentage of people that existed on the plains in the first place. All of those of us here are seperated by various distances, dependent on the placement of that person in the crowd before the occurance.

None of us moves towards the others, and being aware of each other almost feels like it's enough. But it's not, and I'm aware that I'm supposed to call out to others, and that they should be calling to me. And so we stand, waiting.

I begin wondering why we should be so casually steadfast about not coming together. Immediately the answer comes: We wait because when two or more humans come together, the next step is discussed; Where do we go from here?

We follow God, not each other or our concepts of what's to come. And yet we go about our lives knowing of each others' existence, seperated by our distances and what we are meant to do.

Has it always been this way? I wonder to myself. Is this why I am the way I am? Created for a task? Do I evolve into it? Can I say no? The moment passes.

I look down at my left foot and begin the thought of my first step. My foot stays right where it is. Perplexed, I look at my knee and attempt to move my leg again; nothing. Bending down, I place my hands just above and behind my left knee, and pull upward.

My legs don't work I think as I sprawl in the dust on the plain. Rolling awkwardly over onto my back I dig my fingertip into the corner of my left eye to dislodge the piece of the plain I have clogging my vision. I look back to my left leg and see that it's still bent at the same angle it was when I hauled on it.

I didn't feel my hands on my leg when I pulled, and as this thought occurs, the realisation that I am still unable to feel my legs. Why can't I feel my legs?

"Because you have only ever used them stand."

But I have walked, run and rode many places.

"Look around you, where have you been here?"

Where is here?

"Your existence."

TBC

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Beltane '07

She looks at him from across the fire and let's him see that she is watching. As with all drummers he is more interested in the beat than the body, at first.

He is watching now, the sheer impact of him! You struggle to maintain this beat and it is to no avail. You abandon the general beat and begin to follow only his drum, closing your eyes and swaying to rythm he has set.

As you become comfortable with his changes and counters, you begin to counter with changes of your own. Soon you are aware of only two drums at the fire; his and yours.

Flowing with your counterbeat, you make music with him and know, he is yours for the night. No male drummer can resist a female drummers' interest, especially when she tunes in to his beat.

She had left the fire some time ago, but he was not ready to leave the music, even for a woman and so he stayed. Even now, as he zips the entrance of his tent shut, some part of him feels a small measure of regret at not knowing where her tent is.

Laying back he kicks he sandles off and reaches for the edge of his sleeping bag. Huh? He hears the scratching at the entrance of his tent. Who could this be?

Rolling to a crouch he unzips the entrance and looks out. At her! She is kneeling in front of his tent with a smile on her face. With the revelling of the people still awake, he had not heard her approach.

Her hand comes up and between her forefinger and thumb he makes out the distinct shape of a small flower that grows in profusion around the site. "I want to make music with you" she says. He smiles and moves aside allowing her room to pass into his tent.

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Submission

She folded the towel along it's length and placed it next to the Futon, kneelimg onto it, and laying her upper body across the bed.

As I knelt down behind her, a thought came to mind and, reaching down, I pulled the sash from my robe where it lay on the floor beside me and draped it over my left shoulder. Leaning forward, I gently took her right wrist in my hand and bent her arm behind her, holding her wrist to the small of her back.

"Mmm?" she mumbled. "Shh, I whispered; give me your other hand."

I saw the muscles in her back tense slightly as she paused, and then she brought her left arm around and placed it, left wrist over right. Taking both of her slim writs in my right hand, I grasped the sash in my left hand and lay it across her them. Lifting her wrists slightly, I looped the sash around them three times and then, releasing her hands from my grip, I used both of my hands to pull the ends of the sash snug and then tied off with a granny knot. Taking the ends of the sash, I ran them lengthways between her wrists and tied another granny knot.

Looking down at my handiwork, the image of her bound brings with it an intense need to have her - now. I reached down between her thighs and felt the warmth of her, and, as my fingers moved her labia apart, her hips begin to move side to side. I felt her need as I do my own.

Guiding myself up slightly, I placed myself at her entrance and began to feel the connection of our union as it formed. Reaching down, I grasped her hips and began easing myself into her, a gasp escaped her as I passed into her.

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JamberZ in Castlegar.

I heard her clear across the club - "Lily needs a smoke! Who's got a smoke for Lily?!" The twenty six year old Witch, and longtime stripper, immediately focussed on a cigarette held aloft by a patron named Lyle.

"Thanks baby" She said, taking the proffered cigarette and smiling widely as Lyle fumbled for his lighter. Fifteen feet away, I casually reached down to the table I was sitting at and picked up the lighter belonging to a biker named Trevor.

I looked at her, flicked the lighter, and thought; "Here you are Lily". Within moments, Lily was bending down to light her new cigarette while peering intently into my eyes and smiling. "Thank you" she said while breathing out a plume of smoke. "Your welcome" I thought as I closed my eyes and nodded with a half-smile. "Are you Russian?" She asked. "No, I'm Irish and Jamaican." I said. "Interesting mix." she said.

Lilly and I spoke at length last night while my semi-drunk classmates looked on in interest. While her outward attributes drew the eyes of my classmates, her inward attributes drew mine own eye.

Hidden beneath the bombastic exterior was a young woman searching for those with whom she could share her thoughts and be understood. "I'm a gypsy" she said - And after a time of listening to her speak, I knew why: Lily, having seen the hypocrisy of the covens, had decided that rituals were not the way to the Goddess' heart - She came to believe that rituals were hand-me-downs that interfered with the personal relationship between Human and Goddess.

I smirked as she told her story and told her of my parallel observations in the Christian congregations.

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The Tree

I planted a fruit tree for someone, nourished and fed it until it's roots took to soil. In time it grew leaves and began to flourish.

As life would have it, I left to better my situation a great distance from where the tree grew. In time, the tree began to feel my absence and, as with all trees; began taking it's nutrients from the soil.

There was a time when during the transition from one source of nutrient to another, the tree began to lose leaves. As it died back, it's innate need to survive came to the foreground and it began pushing it's roots deeper into the soil into which it was planted to further anchor and sustain itself.

Now it grows with a will of it's own and will one day produce fine fruit for the One for Whom it was planted, the One in Who's soil I planted it.

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Chi

I demonstrated the application of Chi to a friend of mine while explaining the concept of it to him. Placing the palm of my left hand three inches from his diaphragm, I explained to him how internal damage could be caused by the focus and insertion of Chi into the target.

I continued my explanation with examples of where one projects the force of their will into the body; targeting specific organs, muscle groups and bones of his anatomy. I told him that the part of the body used to carry out the strike was not the weapon, but the delivery system for one's Chi.

As a non-static energy, Chi is focussed into a form causing it to become subject, in application, to a law applied to solid masses: Kinetic energy cannot be destroyed, only dissipated.

Moving my palm back to a distance of four inches from his diaphragm, I focussed what I was able to summon and pushed my palm swiftly to within one inch of him.

After waiting for him to regain his ability to breathe, I moved to the topic of focusing techniques.

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The most powerful weapon of mass destruction is ignorance. - Part One.

I was sitting in a freightliner, stuck behind a mud slide outside of Revelstoke with a multi-temp refer behind us and my Apprenticeship Coach at the wheel. I'd just rolled out of the sack from an eight, and was knuckling my eyes while managing to stare blankly at the time on the e-log monitor.

"How long have I been down?" I mutter.
"Long enough" I hear back.
I look through the window and see the back of a half decent looking trailer, and in my peripheral vision, I register a curve and more trucks in the rear view mirror next to me. Looking down the line in the mirror, I whistle to myself.

I'd driven the previous load out to Calgary by way of Langley to Revelstoke, rerouted by dispatch back to Kamloops, and from there to Edmonton. Then, on to Calgary. They'd told us at dispatch Calgary that there were road openings reported - Short ones. So we'd hit a pin and headed for the One.

"Where are we? Not recognizing the double line of trees along this stretch yet. "Between Revelstoke and Golden".
"No kid'n" I mutter inside my head.

Collecting myself, I grab my belt from the floor and begin feeding it through the loops of my jeans and moving forward. Slipping into the curb-side seat,I reach for the mail button on the e-log.
"What's the e-scream say?"
"Eight tonight or three days from now."
Same as the radio" He says, reaching for the radio.
"Hm. Is that eight tonight when they open the road? Or eight tonight when they will say new information?" I ask.
"Update", he replies.
"Figures"

"Called Dispatch?"
"They know"
Reaching down, I kill the power on the radio, silencing the playback of the nice lady on the FM wavelength saying with the hesitant voice and a piece of paper in her hand.

I reached for the CB volume control a moment after the second use of the word "Packy" followed the the first.

"Fuggin lines full of em"
"yea," another driver laughs: "You know how it is."

Looking at me for the first time since I awoke, my coach feigns startlement and says: "you look scary". "Yea, I'll fix it later" I tell him absently, reaching again for the volume control on the CB. Oblivious to my own rudeness, I focus my attention on the two drivers speaking over the open air.

"Wonder wut their packin'"
The second driver laughs at his seemingly witty acquaintance and says; "Probly weapons of mass destruction."
The two of them laugh together over the air and I reach for the Mic.

"The most powerful weapon of mass destruction is the mouth."

Two minutes of silence later, I turned off the CB radio.

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The most powerful weapon of mass destruction is ignorance. - Part Two

Since there was nothing for it, I decided to take the call of nature and climb back into the berth. Laying there on my back, with my fingers interlace behind my head; I found my memories drifting back to the older, fat and somewhat sickly looking driver we'd met at a brake check two loads back. He'd gotten out of his truck behind us and walked over to me while I was banging tires and checking nineties.

So what's it like working for camel phuckers express? Then without waiting for an answer he went on to explain how the 'p' works in that question because of the 'ph' working in lieu of an 'f'. CPX is a good company I replied, continuing to the curbside of the tridem. A moment later my coach shows up and engages the driver in idle conversation. I finish my trailer curbside inspection and move to the tractor axles ahead of me.

As I work my way to the front of the tractor, the two men follow me, seemingly engaged in idle chit chat. Laying my hammer on the ground just forward of the third axle, I kneel on it and inspect the brake assembly opposite me.

Behind me the tone changes.

A subtle probing is going on between them; an old boys probe of seemingly useless words that, when put together asked 'are you one of us? And if not; on what side of center are you?' Rolling my eyes, I finish the drive axle inspection and get up, bringing my hammer with me. Moving forward to the dead axle, I again place my hammer on the ground, kneel on it, and begin examining the two forward assemblies.

"Do you know anyone from Pakistan?" I asked the driver.
"Nope"
"Hmmm"

It really seemed to boil down to that for me as I lay there in the berth. 'Doesn't know the object of one's derision' , I think to myself. How many times had I run across that in my own life's examination?

It occurred to me then that the mouth was merely the most favored delivery system of the most powerful weapon of mass destruction, not the weapon itself.

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███████████ It Is Time ███████████

I reach through the words into anothers mind, turn a key, and stand aside as the door springs open.
A woman tumbles out onto the ground gasping for breath. Sobs begin to wrack her body. I kneel next to her, placing my right hand between her shoulder blades. She flinches at my touch. I tell her softly that it had to be this way, no other course would have sufficed. She does'nt respond though I know she can't help but hear me.

She is curling into a fetal position, a good sign I think to myself, sometimes in IS out. I cannot help her through this, she must overload until she is unconcious; only then will she close the eye she has never opened before. She has been pushing on that door so long that she had forgotten the door on which she was leaning opens outwards.

I look over my shoulder into the place from which she had come. I witness a world covered in twighlight, shadows cover the landscape, and I wince in remembrance of my own awakening. A few lit areas dot the landscape here and there, So few I think to myself. An unhappy woman this.

I turn from her past and look to the woman before me, her sobs are abating as I watch, she is exhausted, and I feel her her conciousness ebbing swiftly. Sleep now, I tell her quietly. A moment later she is gone into a dream of a blackwater river carrying her swiftly downstream out of control, unable to escape she fights desperately against the current... I remember that dream, I smile wryly. She is exactly where she should be.

It is time to take her from this place, and so I remove my hand from her back, severing my link to her thoughts and slide my right arm beneath her knees, and my left arm under her shoulder. I scoop her up and look down into her face. She lays across my arms like a child asleep, and her left arm falls out of my hold to dangle down below her, I close my eyes and summon the place I know exists in these women, and in a moment, we are there.

I look around me at a what appears to be a ten acre clearing, a created glade of nearly chest height grass. I see beautifully crafted mountains partially covered by trees of the dense forest reaching as far as I can see. A small creek winds it's way across the lower half of this place and I notice it by the absence of the long grass that covers everything else here.

Ahead of me I see a stonework of some kind out in the grass, and a depression of the grass near it.
I make my decision and step out into the grass turning to walk sideways in order to keep the grass out of her face. As I make my way towards her stoneworks, I notice something odd about the place, No Insects! I step out of the grass into a firepit depression that shows signs of once containing a fair sized hot fire. It feels like I am standing in flour, I look to my feet and see that they are covered in a soft layer of ash. Scrunching my toes in the dust I marvel at the feel of it.

Enough woolgathering I chide myself, looking around I decide that one place is as good as another, and step back out of the firepit into the grass and lay her on the ground at my feet.

Standing up, I reach out my left hand and pull a bolo machete from the air. Stepping away from the woman, I look to the grass nearby and think; for this you came from the ground in this womans mind, and now fullfill one of the reasons for your growth by providing her a soft place on which to rest. I swing the machete taking a wide swath as I walk the perimeter of the pit.

Coming around to what I now recognize as an overgrown altar stone, I clear around it to have a closer look. Moss, well at least that's something different. Clearing away the last of the grass I see it has not been used in a very long time. I lay the machete on it and begin gathering grass cuttings.

(TBC)
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She sits, eyes closed and hands face up and open in her lap. Thought is replaced by will now, her scrying tool lay on the table in front of her, unheeded, unneeded.

Whence thou comest man?

An image slowly begins to form in front of her, a room, a man. Cannot see him clearly, she focuses further trying to clear her vision of the mistlike quality of it. Focusing her will she brings her hands into play, slowly raising her palms face up, thumbs extended and fingertips touching. She looks like she is raising a small infant in front of her. As her hands rise from her lap she begins to gather and guide the energy, upwards it flows with the movement of her hands. As her hands reach her neck she turns her palms outwards thumb to thumb, index to index, and directs the energy into her transmission as her arms extend out in front of her.

The man becomes clearer, but has stopped moving. His hands come to rest in his lap as he reclines back into his chair. He closes his eyes, and suddenly she is no longer alone.

Why have you come?

I... I was wont to see thee.

████████████ The Temple ███████████

I saw this place in a way I did not look for, and stepped into a future that could only shake me in the past like nothing else.

It lacked a sense of direction, It's like standing in a mausoleum. I looked down at myself, and saw myself, but all else was dark and dusty untill I got close to it.Then it became the familiar shape of a remembered creation, a segment of wall in yellow sunlight with your markings on it, dusted and sand crusted. Light coming from my right, I turned to see the entrance. No doors, sand dune tapering in through the opening.

I know the reasons for it existence is long since past, and that the beings that were here have long since passed from life and memory of the living. I didn't feel anything for it except as a structure out of my distant past that held some meaning for me then. Thought of as another part of my lifetime, I was more curious as to how well it had stood up to interminable passage of time than I was about how it's visitors had fared.

So much time had passed.

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Of Temples And Timelines.

When the structure is fully consumed, the ashes must be cleared away in order to rebuild.... I took part in the destruction of her astral temple, leaving nothing to clear away. I then built her a new temple, growing it's crystaline structure from the very substance of the plane itself. A labour of two waxing moons, it required all of my wits and strength to complete. And there it will stand to a future she may never see, a future without end.

Her temple cannot be destroyed without destroying the plane on which it stands, the plane on which it stands cannot be destroyed without destroying all planes. It's immediate future it would not allow me to see, and so I came to it's distant future, a future wherein nothing but sands and scorpions inhabit it.

I see now what I could not know then, why it was merely a curiosity of my past, and nothing more to me; I was brought to it to destroy it so that I could rebuild it to stand until it was no longer needed.

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The Familiar

She looked down at the spectral feline saying, why do you go, at this time? To which her familiar replied: "It is not I who was a familiar to you, it is you who were a familiar to me.

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Union

I was atop you, our eyes locked.
And I began to enter you, I saw the concentration in your focus fade, your mouth opened in a silent oh, and your eyes glazed over and then closed.

I was gentle as there was much of me to recieve, and, as the sensation of my entry into you took over my senses; the need to look into your face no longer mattered.

Becoming unaware of myself I became lost in the awareness of US. My eyes began to defocus, and close of their own volition.

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Promises

When I was a boy, I made promises to myself.
Promises to do certain things, and promises not to do certain things.

At first, I did not fully understand the reasons for the promises I made, as understanding the principles involved had to come with time. Later, keeping these things became a matter of habit.

I came to the realisation that one does not need a principle - or to be principed to keep a promise to oneself; One merely becomes the promise vowed by the child.

I have kept all of your promises young one, and will continue to do so. I am become that which you sought to be.

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Please, do not dig us up.

I, the long since gone have but one request to make of you.

When we existed and were about our lives, we found traces of those who came before us. Into the places they once existed we moved, and in moving, dug.

Of wonders to see, there were no end. History revealed.

And here we lie because we dug up our ancestors error and became one with it.

So please, do not dig us up.

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I am a whisper on the breezes that precede a storm and I speak of the coming storm.

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I speak now and then, of now and then.

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₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪
....After a time of fruitless searches for the sheep that is not a sheep, they come to what they see is a dale full of goats. To these goats they loudly proclaim: 'you goats are not sheep!, nor do you act like goats!'. Who are you?!' To this the goats reply; 'we do not act like goats because we are sheep. It is you who are the goats'. Liar! the Ram exclaimes, liar! the herd behind him exclaimes, and turning as one, they run towards the adjoining dale in search of the sheep who is not a sheep.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Life's A Beach.

So like swallows and snipe do they turn and wheel. A direction picked only by leading edge bird, and; a moment later a new bird, a new heading.

I watch them as they fly off in an undulating movement beautiful to behold in it's singularity of movement. Continuing along the beach I am soon no longer able to see them as they outpace me.

Time passes and shortly I come upon them. Down by the surf I see them milling about in their hundreds, the only cohesion in their movements is the line of them that moves with the slow laplets of the receding tide.

I stop to observe them, marvelling at how quick their movements are, and how they seem to be able to mill around moving swiftly to and fro without bumping in to each other. I whistle to those nearest me, but it is meaningless to them and they ignore me. Watching for a few more seconds, I turn to continue my journey along the beach.

After a time, I can no longer see them in the distance behind me.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The Shallows

I angled in, closer to the shore where the younger fish swam; but only for a short time. I like the deeper waters, where the there is no chance of running out of room in which to swim.

Very few of the younger fish go out into the depths, fewer than when I was young. But then again, when I was a young fish; I swam into the deep waters and rarely ever came back to associate with the fish my age.

As I neared the shoreline ...(TBC)

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

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Separate
Alone
Not alone
Alone
Separate

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The awakened
again slumber
and in slumbering
dream

(tbc)

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I am as I am not because I believe the End may come in my lifetime; but because my end will certainly come in my lifetime.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Inspirations from elsewhere.
₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

You will set yourself free from all you thought they did to you. They need not ask for forgiveness to be forgiven. They might even believe that there is nothing for which they need to be forgiven. That is fine. Do not concern yourself with how they choose to experience reality, for it has no effect on you, unless you allow it to. For something or someone to affect you, you must first allow it to affect you.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When the truth is witheld it is no longer the truth.
When the truth is diminished it is no longer the truth.
When the truth is embellished or exaggerated, it is no longer the truth.
When the truth is partialized it becomes ' half-truth,' and is no longer the truth.
When the truth is supressed, it is no longer the truth.
When the truth is distorted, it is no longer the truth.
When the truth is tainted, it is no longer the truth.
When the truth is unspoken, it becomes a secret.
When the truth is twisted, it becomes a lie.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Your beliefs hold Power over you, be sure your beliefs are worthy of that Power.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesnt interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow. If you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic or remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true, I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty every day even if it is not pretty, and if you can source your life on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "YES!"

It doesn't interest me where you live or how much money you have, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here, I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesnt interest me where or what or with whom you studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away, I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

I do not want the peace which passeth understanding, I want the understanding which bringeth peace.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Wolf Messing

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

L'amour en mariage
(Les dix commandements de l'amour en mariage)

C''est accepter de vivre avec une autre personne, sans vouloir la changer.

C''est comprendre que des jours on est perdant et que d'autres jours on est gagnant.

C''est de se rendre compte qu'on ne connaîtra jamais l'autre à fond.

C''est être capable de vivre avec les faiblesses et les forces de l'autre.

C''est éviter l le calcul dans le partage des tâches, de soi et de l'argent.

C''est démontrer et faire savoir à l'autre qu'il est grand et important.

C''est savoir se taire pour écouter l'autre qui a besoin de communiquer sa joie ou sa peine.

C''est faire confiance à l'autre et croire en sa sincérité.

C''est accepter l'imprévisible et à apprendre à gérer l'inconnu.

C''est renégocier ensemble chacune des étapes de la vie.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When you're down to nothing, God is up to something.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

Solomon - Son of David.

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

The man who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd; The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been before.

Creativity in living is not without its attendant difficulties, for peculiarity breeds contempt and the unfortunate thing about being ahead of your time is that when people finally realize you were right, they'll say it was obvious all along.

You have two choices in life:
You can dissolve into the mainstream or you can be distinct. To be distinct, you must be different. To be different, you must strive to be what no one else but you can be.

Anonymous

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

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The charm of the words of great men, those grand sayings which are recognized as true as soon as heard, is this, that you recognize them as wisdom which has passed across your own mind. You feel that they are your own thoughts come back to you, else you would not at once admit them. "All of that has floated across me before, only I could not say it, and did not feel confident enough to assert it: or had not conviction enough to put it into words." Yes, God spoke to you what He did to them: only, they believed it, said it, trusted the Word within them; and you did not. Be sure that often when you say, "It is only my own poor thought, and I am alone," the real correcting thought is this: "Alone, but the Father is with me, and therefore I can live that lonely conviction."

Frederick William Robertson

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Search your own heart with all diligence for out of it flow the issues of life.

Proverbs 4:23

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A great teacher never strives to explain her vision;
努 一
力 位
尝 了
试 不
解 起
释 的
她 老
之 师
所 从
见 不

she simply invites you to stand beside her
站 她
在 只
她 是
身 请
边 你

and see for yourself
自
己
去
看

R. Inman

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The well being of all
Is the responsibility of all.

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The longest journey begins with the first step.

Lao-Tzu

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Don't say things. What you are stands over you the while, and thunders so that I cannot hear what you say to the contrary.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.

Maggie Kuhn

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Be to her virtues very kind,
Be to her faults a little blind.

Prior

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The real voyage consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

M. Proust

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It is good to be a seeker. But sooner or later you will have to be a finder, and then it is good to give what you have found, a gift into the world for whomever will accept it.

Johnathon Livingston Seagull

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What is to give light
must endure the burning.

V. Frankl

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God comforts the disturbed
and disturbs the comfortable.

(?)

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The heart of the fool is in his mouth,
but the mouth of the wise man is in his heart.

Franklin

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Your all a bunch of fucking slaves!

Jim Morrison.

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The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.

Wilhelm Stekel.

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The present is the necessary product of all the past,
the necessary cause of all the future.

R. Ingersol

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Happy the man, and happy he alone,
who can call today his own,
he who, secure within, can say:
"Tommorow do thy worst, for I have liv'd today".

Dryden.

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Of those requiring much,
much will be required.

(?)

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A prejudice is a vagrant opinion with no visible means of support.

Abroce Bierce

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If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. That is the principal difference between a dog and a man.

Mark Twain

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Feed a maga dog, an im turn roun bite you.

Peter Tosh

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I surrender.
That is all.

Geronimo

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Following the course of least resistance makes for crooked rivers and crooked men.

Lanny Henninger

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The law, in it's majestic equality,
forbids the rich as well as the poor
to sleep under bridges,
to beg in streets,
and to steal bread.

Anatole France

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"I asked God for strength, that I might achieve.
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey...
I asked for health, that I might do great things.
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things...
I asked for riches, that I might be happy.
I was given poverty, that I might be wise...
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men.
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God...
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life.
I was given life, that I may enjoy all things...
I got nothing I asked for-but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am among men, most richly blessed!"

(?)

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One Flaw In Women


Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.

However, if there is one flaw in women,
It is that they forget their worth.

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But peaceful kings, o'er martial people set, each other's poise and counterbalance are.

Dryden.

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In the spirit of science, there really is no such thing as a "failed experiment." Any test that yields valid data is a valid test.

Adam Savage

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'give me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees, please!'

Joni Mitchell

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'A warrior’s ultimate act is to lay down his sword.'

(?)

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A bullet sounds the same in any language!

Stewie

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They . . . like to village curs, Bark when their fellows do.

Shakespeare

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The highest result of education is tolerance.

Helen Keller

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What is greater than God, More evil than the devil, The poor have it, The rich need it, And if you eat it, you'll die?

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for the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the children of light.

Luke 16:8

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Never utter these words: I do not know this - therefore it is false. One must study to know, know to understand, understand to judge.

H. P. Blavatsky - Isis Unveiled, Vol. 1 - Science

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As within, so without: our karma is our choice.

Judy Harrow

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It's all about defending one's right to be different.

Roger Waters.

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Thus, the word "exoteric" is esoteric, and the word "esoteric" is exoteric.

Wikipedia

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Alcohol doesn’t make you say anything, it lets you say anything.

(?)

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Where ignorance is bliss 'tis folly to be wise.

Alice Bailey.

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Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad.

Euripides

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The Devils' greatest trick was to have man believe that there was no Devil.

(?)

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In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a
revolutionary act.

George Orwell

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The artist is the individual speaker through which the enigmas are explored

Nina Pak

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Forgiveness is such a precious thing in this world, as precious as life itself - for without one, the other is wasted.

Ðïvêr§ït¥.

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What moves on four in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening?

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The tragedy of the liar lies not in that he cannot be believed by others, but in the fact that he cannot believe anyone else.

Jack Whyte

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The death of birth.

The title of chapter two from - The Ecology Of Commerce
by Paul Hawken.

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Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.

Frank Outlaw

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What better way to lead someone astray than to help them prosper along the wrong path?

Safiyah Johnson

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The primary difference between an alchoholic and a drug addict is that the drug addict will help you look for the stash they stole from you.

Author Unknown

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Milk is milk. Then it gets churned into butter.
Butter is butter. Then it gets processed into ghee.
We reach points at where
the way we have been for a while no longer fits,
it becomes unstable and unable to continue.
Then we reach out into the unknown
and discover the next way we are to be.
Like a caterpiller becoming a butterfly.
Like a little girl growing up and becoming a mom.
Like a busy executive retiring to a beach.
Never fear the dance of change.

Buddha

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Do. Or do not. There is no try.

George Lucas

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I like everything more or less.

Krysta

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Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.

Carl Jung

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We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.

Jonathan Swift

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Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction.

Blaise Pascal

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Men will wrangle for religion, write for it, fight for it, die for it; anything but live for it... Where true religion has prevented one crime, false religions have afforded a pretext for a thousand.

Charles Caleb Colton

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Religious wars tend to be extra furious. When people fight over territory for economic advantage, they reach the point where the battle isn't worth the cost and so compromise. When the cause is religious, compromise and concilliation seem to be evil.

Roger Shinn

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Doubt is our product since it is the best means of creating a controversy in the public's mind.

Brown & Williamson Tobacco Company (Internal memo)

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None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.

Goethe

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One hundred percent of what is collected, is absorbed soley by interest on the Federal debt. All individual income tax revenues are gone before one nickel is spent on the services taxpayers expect from government

The Grace Commision Report

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Those who vote decide nothing.
Those who count the votes decide everything.

Josef Stalin

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A truth presented by Satan himself is just as true as a truth stated by God. Accept truth wherever you find it, no matter what it contradicts.

Charles Taze Russel
July 1879 Issue of Zion's Watchtower
Wathctower Magazine - Issue

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I honor the place in you which is of Love, of Truth, of Light and of Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are One.

Author Unknown To Me

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To see things in the seed, that is genius.

Lao Tzu

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The disciples were absorbed in a discussion of Lao-tzu’s dictum:

Those who know do not say;
Those who say do not know.

When the master entered, they asked him what the words meant. Said the master, "Which of you knows the fragrance of a rose?"
All of them indicated that they knew.
Then he said, "put it into words."
All of them were silent.


Anthony De Mello

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The best things can't be told, because they transcend thought. The second best are misunderstood, because those are the thoughts that are supposed to refer to that which can't be thought about, and one gets stuck in the thoughts. The third best are what we talk about.

Heinrich Zimmer

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Knowing where you come from is one thing, but it's suicide to stay there.

Dennis Covington

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Whether you think you can, or think you can't... Your right.

Henry Ford

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What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

Saint Augustine

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Show me proof that there is a God, you say. I say use your telescopes to look to the heavens, and tell me how there could not be a God.

Dan Brown

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You are a child of God. He is father of your spirit. Spiritually you are of noble birth, the offspring of the King of Heaven. Fix that truth in your mind and hold to it. However many generations in your mortal ancestry, no matter what race or people you represent, the pedigree of your spirit can be written on a single line. You are a child of God!

Boyd K. Packer

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The greatest reward lies in making the discovery; recognition can add little or nothing to that.

Franz Ernst Neumann

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The deepest-lying and most pervasive part of character is disposition: it accompanies us everywhere, and shows itself in all we do. It is the attitude of the soul toward life, the way in which we accept our situation and our daily experiences. On the inner side it gives color and tone to our own conscious life: on the outer side it pervades and modifies our conduct toward others and our reactions to events. A good disposition is indispensable to good character, though of course not all of character; without it one cannot hope for perfection; even with it one may fail through lack of higher elements.

Edward O. Sisson

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Next to God, we are indebted to women. First for life itself, and then for making it worth having.

Christian Bovee

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I thank God for my handicaps, for, through them, I have found myself, my work, and my God.

Helen Keller

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One single grateful thought raised to Heaven is the most perfect prayer.

G.E. Lessing

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it taught me that we must look at the lens through which we see the world, as well as the world we see, and that the lens itself shapes how we interpret the world.

Steven R. Covey - Page 17 The Seven Habits Of Highly Effective People

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It is better to be blind and have vision - than to be able to see and have none.

Heinrich Wagner

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The secret of joy in work is contained in one word – Excellence. To know how to do something well is to enjoy it.

Pearl S Buck

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Death is the beginning of awe.

Darren Aronofsky

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All fixed set patterns are incapable of adaptability or pliability. The truth is outside of all fixed patterns.

Bruce Lee

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Reality is the interval between two thoughts.

Jiddu Krishnamurti

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It is hardly possible to overrate the value…of placing human beings in contact with persons dissimilar to themselves, and with modes of thought and action unlike those with which they are familiar… Such communication has always been…one of the primary sources of progress.

John Stuart Mill

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There is a wonderful mythical law of nature that the three things we crave most in life -- happiness, freedom, and peace of mind -- are always attained by giving them to someone else.

Peyton Conway March

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The candle that burns twice as bright burns half as long.

Author unknown (to me.)

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The only permanence is change.

Author unknown (to me.)

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Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.

Victor Borge

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Strike against war, for without you no battles can be fought!

Helen Keller

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Every endeavor has it's process.

Tom Clancy

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If thou art pained by any external thing, it is not this thing that disturbs thee, but thy own judgment about it. And it is within thy power to wipe out this judgment now.

Marcus Aurelius

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The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

Mahatma Gandhi

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When you get the message, hang up the phone.

Alan Watts

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Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Rumi

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There is no king who has not had a slave among his ancestors, and no slave who has not had a king among his.

Helen Keller

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All who have meditated on the art of governing mankind have been convinced that the fate of empires depends on the education of youth.

Aristotle

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The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.

Edmund Burke

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₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪ ♫♀♥±Ω† ₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

From the Rubaiyat
By: Abu ol-Fath ebn-Ebrahim 'Omar ol-Khayyami of Nishapur

Verse 51

The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on:
Nor all thy piety nor wit
shall lure it back to cancel half a line:
Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.

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Verse 9

A book of verses underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness -
Oh, wilderness were paradise enow

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Verse 73

Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire,
To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire.
Would not we shatter it to bits---and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!

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Verse 27

Myself when young
did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint,
and heard great Argument
About it and about:
but evermore
Came out by the same door
as in I went.

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Verse 28

With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with my own hand labour'd it to grow:
And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd---
"I came like Water, and like Wind I go."

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By Byron

My sould Is Dark

My Soul is dark - Oh quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
It's melting murmurs O'er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
that sound shall charm it forth again;
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell the minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart shall burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence long;
And now 'tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once, or yield to song.

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The Tear (Excerp)

When friendship or love our sympathies move,
when truth in a glance should appear,
The lips may beguile, with a dimple or smile,
but the test of affection's a tear.

Too oft is a smile but the hypocrites wile,
to mask detestation or fear;
Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
is diminished for a time with a tear.

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By W.H Davies

Forgiveness

Stung by a spiteful wasp
I let him go life free.
That proved the difference in him and me
For, had I killed my foe,
It had proved me at once
the stronger wasp and no more difference.

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Leisure.

What is this life, if full of care.
We have no time to stop and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
and stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see in broad daylight,
streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at beauties glance,
and watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this, if full of care,
we have no time to stop and stare.

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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain,
If I can ease on life the aching,
or cool one pain, or help one fainting Robin
unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

Emily Dickinson.

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Outwitted

He drew a circle that shut me out -
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in.

Edwin Markham

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The Coin

Into my hearts treasury
I slipped a coin
that time cannot take
Nor thief purloin,
Oh better than the minting
Of a gold-crowned king
Is the safe-kept memory
Of a lovely thing.

Sarah Teasdale

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The Students' Tale
The Cobbler Of Hagenau

Our ingress into the world
was naked and bare;
Our progress through the world
is trouble and care;
Our egress from the world
will be nobody knows where.
But if we do well here,
we shall do well there.

Thus sang the cobbler at his work.

Longfellow.

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The Ballad Of Reading Gaol (Excerp)

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
by each let this be heard,
some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flatteing word.
The coward does it with a kiss,
the brave man with a sword.

Oscar Wilde.

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The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

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But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats

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Let me arise.

Let me arise and open the gate,
to breathe the wild warm air of the heath,
And to let in Love, and to let out Hate,
And anger at living and scorn of Fate,
To let in Life, and to let out Death.

Violet Fane

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THE DEDICATED LIFE

O man of earth! canst thou say
"I am ready, God;
I dedicated by life to Thee?
Use my life as Thou wouldst see,
A benefit that it shall be
To my fellow man.
May my eyes see for Thee
The pain expressed in the urchin's face,
Distress upon the wayward's brow.
Use my feet, O Father God!
That I may walk in paths on earth
As Thou wouldst have me walk,
That I may carry
Thy message of Light, Thy message of Life,
To man who in darkness dwells.
Use my hands, O Father God!
To reach to them who need Thy help,
To bestow Thy blessings and to receive
Only that, O Lord of Hosts! only that
Which comes from Thee.
Take my Life and let it be
Dedicated unto Thee."

Elizabeth.

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'Time forgives you, and rinses your mouth with forgetfulness. It drains me off quietly and all I can do is watch and swallow.'

Saeth.

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Alas that now from our midst you are gone
In spite of the pain you resist, you are gone
Once the circle of friends you blissed
Now with the dust of ants and snakes blissed, you are gone.
What of all the knowledge you endlessly list
What of such mind, in the secret list you are gone.
What of the helping hand the once would assist
What of the feet that gardens assist, you are gone.
Gentle and kind, people you charmed and wist
Then earth’s dust your dust wist, you are gone.
Your sweet replies no more persist
No more tongue that can persist, you are gone.
Jealously repented, strove to desist
Pilgrim of death, from living itself desist, you are gone.
Whither to, can’t see your dust nor your mist
This bloody path, disappearing mist, you are gone.
Silent O heart, tongue shackles your soul’s wrist
What use the flames that turn and twist, you are gone.

Rumi 171

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'I have revealed my wings to you
instead of attempting to clip them
you helped me fly.'

From Reveal Truths Untold by Adrienne

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Once I knew only darkness and stillness... my life was without past or future... but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living.

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The King On The High Hill

There was once a beloved king whose castle was on a high hill, overlooking his shire. He was so popular that the nearby townspeople sent him gifts daily, and his birthday celebration was enjoyed throughout the kingdom. The people loved him for his renowned wisdom and fair judgments.

One day, tragedy struck the town. The water supply was polluted, and so those who drank from it went insane.

Soon after the tragedy, the townspeople began speaking of how the king was acting “strangely” and how his judgments were poor and his wisdom a sham. Many even went so far as to say that the king had gone crazy. His popularity soon vanished. No longer did the people bring him gifts or celebrate his birthday.

The lonely king, high on the hill, had no company at all. One day he decided to leave the hill and pay a visit to the town. It was a warm day, and so he drank from the village fountain.

That night there was a great celebration. The people all rejoiced, for their beloved king had “regained his sanity.”

Millman

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"That reminds me of a story . . . " "There was once a man who had a computer, and he asked it, "Do you compute that you will ever be able to think like a human being?" And after assorted grindings and beepings, a slip of paper came out of the computer that said, "That reminds me of a story . . . "

Gregory Bateson

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"An old man and his son worked a small farm, with only one horse to pull the plow. One day, the horse ran away.
"How terrible," sympathized the neighbors. " What bad luck."
"Who knows whether it is bad luck or good luck," the farmer replied.
A week later, the horse returned from the mountains, leading five wild mares into the barn.
"What wonderful luck!" said the neighbors.
"Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?" answered the old man.
The next day, the son, trying to tame one of the horses, fell and broke his leg.
"How terrible. What bad luck!"
"Bad luck? Good Luck?"
The army came to all the farms to take the young men for war, but the farmer's son was of no use to them, so he was spared.
"Good? Bad? Who knows?"

Millman.

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Two monks, one old, one very young, walked along a muddy path in a rain forest, on their way back to a monastery in Japan.

They came upon a lovely woman who stood helplessly at the edge of a muddy, fast flowing stream.
Seeing her predicament, the older monk swept her up in his strong arms and carried her across. She smiled at him, her arms around his neck, until he put her gently down on the other side.

Thanking him, she bowed, and the monks continued on their way in silence. As they neered the monastery gates, the young monk could no longer contain himself.

"How could you carry a beautiful woman in your arms? Such behavior does not seem proper for a priest". The old monk looked at his companion, replying, "I left her back there. Are you still carrying her?"

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A mother brought her young son to Mahatma Gandhi. She begged, "Please, Mahatma. Tell my son to stop eating sugar."

Gandhi paused, then said, "Bring your son back in two weeks." Puzzled, the woman thanked him and said that she would do as he had asked.

Two weeks later, she returned with her son. Gandhi looked the youngster in the eye and said, "Stop eating sugar."

Grateful but bewildered, the woman asked, "Why did you tell me to bring him back in two weeks? You could have told him the same thing then."

Gandhi replied, "Two weeks ago, I was eating sugar."

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There once was a people who lived their entire lives within a cave of illusions.

After generations, they came to believe that their own shadows, cast upon the walls, were the substance of reality. Only the myths and religious tales spoke of a brighter possibility.

Obsessed with the shadow-play, the people became accustomed to,
And imprisoned by, their dark reality.

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The air was cold, nightfall was fast approaching, and still she could not find a suitable place to land. And so, weak with cold and exhaustion the bird plummeted from the sky.

As luck would have it, she fell onto a haystack, bouncing once and landing in the dirt of the farmyard. Cold and shivering, she lay there unable to move.

Presently a cow came along, and passing over her, deposited a very large crap directly on top of the bird. Laying there under the pile of crap, the bird began to feel warm and soon felt strength returning to her wings. After a time the bird became strong enough to attempt escaping the pile of dung.

During the course of her struggles, the farmyard cat took notice. Coming over to the dung pile the cat proceeded to paw the dung away and eat the bird.

The moral of the story is; those who take a dump on you are not always trying to do you harm, and those digging you out of a tight spot are not necessarily there to help you.

Author Unknown

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There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man's table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.

The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham's side. The rich man also died and was buried. In hell, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. So he called to him, 'Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.

But Abraham replied, 'Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.

He answered, 'Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my father's house, for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.

Abraham replied, 'They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them. 'No, father Abraham,' he said, 'but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.'

He said to him, 'If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.'

Luke 16:19-31

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Have you ever heard the story of Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, And Nobody

There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job.
Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.

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Once, when Ibrahim, son of Adham, was king, he galloped in the track of a deer he was hunting, until he became entirely separated from his soldiers, leaving them far behind. His horse was weary and covered with sweat, but still he chased on. After passing far into the desert wilderness, the deer suddenly stopped, turned back its face and said, “You were not created for this. Beingness was not brought forth from not-being for you to hunt me. Even if you catch me, what will you have accomplished?”

From the Discourse of Rumi

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When you're down to nothing, God is up to something.

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said, "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?" The surgeon said, " I am sorry. We did all we could, but your boy did not make it." Sally said in such sorrow, " Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you God, when my son needed you?" the surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. " Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, " It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for study. He said it might help somebody else. " I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom. " She went on, " My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last 6 months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

" Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just cause I'm not around to say " I Love You" I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be lonely, that's ok with me. he can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures yet when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus Himself took me to see God! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you goodbye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him. 'Where was He when I needed Him? ' " God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. he needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer his all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand the pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed With Love from

God, Jesus & Me

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When he awoke, the song was there.

It's melody beckoned and begged him to sing it.

It hung upon the wind and settled in the meadows where he walked.

He knew it's lovely words and could have sung it all, but feared to sing a song whose harmony was far too perfect for the human ear to understand.

And still at midnight it stirred him to awareness, and with it's haunting melody it drew him with a curious mystery to stand before an open window.

In rhapsody it played among the stars.

It rippled through Andromeda and deepened Vega's hues.

It swirled in heavy strains from galaxy to galaxy and gave him back his very fingerprint.

"Sing the Song" the heavens seemed to cry. "We never could have been without the melody that you alone can sing."

Calvin Miller - The Singer Trilogy.

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One day a young Buddhist on his journey home, came to the banks of a wide river. staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him, he pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier. just as he was about to give up his pursuit to continue his journey he saw a great teacher on the other side of the river. the young buddhist yells over to the teacher, "oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river"?
the teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and yells back, "my son, you are on the other side".

Author Unknown To Me.

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The House Of 1000 Mirrors

Long ago, in a small, far away village, there was a place known as the Hous of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway of the house with his earls lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his surprise he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with thier tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smile just as warm and friendly. As he left the house, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."

In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked in through the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."

Japanese Folktale - Author Unknown To Me.

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The Starfish

Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up. As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean. He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?" The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean." "I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man. To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die." Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!" At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, "It made a difference for that one."

The man left the boy and went home, deep in thought of what the boy had said. He soon returned to the beach and spent the rest of the day helping the boy throw starfish in to the sea.

Loren Eiseley

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There was once a wise woman traveling in the mountains who found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and she opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked if she might give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But only a few days later he came back to return the stone to the woman who had given it to him.

"I've been thinking," he said, "I know how valuable the stone is, but I'm giving it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. I want you to give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone."

Author Unknown

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An African boy listened carefully as the teacher explained why it is that Christians give presents to each other at Christmas. “The gift is an expression of our joy over the birth of Jesus and our friendship for each other,” she said. When Christmas day came, the boy brought the teacher a seashell of lustrous beauty. “Where did you ever find such a beautiful shell?” the teacher asked. The boy told her that there was only one spot where such extraordinary shells could be found – a certain bay several miles away. “Why it’s gorgeous,” said the teacher. “But you shouldn’t have gone all that way to get a gift for me.” His eyes brightening, the boy answered, “Long walk part of the gift.

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A man who will not lie to a woman has very little consideration for her feelings.

Olin Miller

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If you're anxious for to shine in the high aesthetic line As a man of culture rare, You must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms And plant them everywhere. You must lie upon the daisies and discourse in novel phrases Of your complicated state of mind, The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter Of a transendental kind.

Sir William Schwenck Gilbert

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Adam and Eve had many advantages,
but the principal one was,
that they escaped teething.

Mark Twain

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Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.

Don Marquis

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The Art Of Caring Less


TAOISM: Shit happens.

CONFUCIANISM: Confucius say, "Shit happens".

ZEN: (What is the sound of shit happening?)

JESUIT-ISM: If shit happens and when nobody is watching, is it really shit?

ISLAM: Shit happens if it is the will of Allah.

COMMUNISM: Equal shit happens to all people.

CATHOLICISM: Shit happens because you are bad.

PSYCHOANALYSIS: Shit happens because of your toilet training.

SCIENTOLOGY: Shit happens if you're on our shit list.

ZOROASTRIANISM: Bad shit happens, and good shit happens.

UNITARIANISM: Maybe shit happens. Let's have coffee and donuts.

RIGHT-WING PROTESTANTISM: Let this shit happen to someone else.

JUDAISM: Why does shit always happen to US?

REFORM JUDAISM: Got any Kaopectate?

MYSTICISM: What weird shit!

AGNOSTICISM: What is this shit?

ATHEISM: I don't believe this shit!

NIHILISM: Who needs this shit?

AZTEC: Cut out this shit!

QUAKER: Let's not fight over this shit.

FORTEANISM: No shit??

12-STEP: I am powerless to cut the shit.

VOODOO: Hey, that shit looks just like you!

NEW-AGE: Visualise shit not happening.

DEISM: Shit just happens.

EXISTENTIALISM: Shit doesn't happen; shit is.

SECULAR HUMANISM: Shit evolves.

CHRISTIAN SCIENCE: Shit is in your mind.

BUDDHISM: Shit happens, but pay no mind.

SHINTOISM: Shit is everywhere.

HINDUISM: This shit has happened before.

WICCA: Mix this shit together and make it happen!

HASIDISM: Shit never happens the same way twice.

THEOSOPHY: You don't know half of the shit that happens.

DIANETICS: Your mother gave you shit before your were born.

SEVENTH DAY ADVENTIST: No shit on Saturdays.

Jehovah's WITNESSES: No shit happens until Armageddon.

MOONIES: Only happy shit really happens.

HOPI: Corn fertiliser happens.

BAHA'I: It's all the same shit.

STOICISM: This shit is good for me.

OBJECTIVISM: Our shit is good for you.

EST: If my shit bothers you, that's your fault.

REAGANISM: Don't move; the shit will trickle down.

FASCISM: Shit makes the trains run on time.

CARGO CULT: A barge will come and take all the shit away.

EMACS: Hold down Control-Meta-Shit.

DISCORDIANISM: Some funny shit happened to me today.

RASTAFARIANISM: Let's smoke this shit.

CHARISMATIC: This is not shit and it doesn't smell bad.

MASONIC: Shit happens, but we can't discuss it during Lodge.

RED CROSS: Shit happens - send money.

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It's a business doing pleasure with you.

Mel Brooks.

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I reject your reality and substitute my own.

Adam Savage

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Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.

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Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.

Friedrich Nietzsche

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Free speech is the right to shout 'theatre!' in a crowded fire.

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Just because I'm paranoid, doesn't mean they're NOT out to get me.

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If you want to be dead-sure to get the last word, pen your own obituary.

Gayle Sims

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We are all worms, but I do believe that I am a glow worm.

Winston Churchill

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Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.

Pablo Picasso

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Lucy, If the TV is hotter than the oven when I get home; you got some splainin to do.

Desi Arnaz

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They're so fucked up that their almost ok again.

Milan Harlock

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Those who say religion has nothing to do with politics do not know what religion is.

Mahatma Gandhi

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Notice - This department requires no physical fitness program. Everyone gets enough excercise jumping to conclusions, flying off the handle, running down the boss, knifing friends in the back, dodging responsibility and pushing their luck.

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If women are supposed to be less rational and more emotional at the beginning of our menstrual cycle when the female hormone is at its lowest level, then why isn't it logical to say that, in those few days, women behave the most like the way men behave all month long?

Gloria Steinem

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Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine so that I may wet my brain and say something clever.

Aristophanes

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For all those men who say, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?', here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!

Andy Rooney

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"My constellation is like an animal which reclines in its den in heaven; some men call me the Great Bear, but others the Offspring of a Dragon. Moreover, a smaller constellation accompanies my constellation, for the high position and throne of my father is always in the sky. So do not ask me so many things, Solomon, for eventually your kingdom will be divided. This glory of yours is temporary. You have us to torture for a little while; then we shall disperse among human beings again with the result that we shall be worshiped as gods because men do not know the names of the angels who rule over us."

Ashmedai

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I Solomon said unto him: "Beelzeboul, what is thy employment?" And he answered me: "I destroy kings. I ally myself with foreign tyrants. And my own demons I set on to men, in order that the latter may believe in them and be lost. And the chosen servants of God, priests and faithful men, I excite unto desires for wicked sins, and evil heresies, and lawless deeds; and they obey me, and I bear them on to destruction. And I inspire men with envy, and murder, and for wars and sodomy, and other evil things.

Solomon - Discussion with Beelzeboul

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浑沌 - Hun-Tun - AKA Chaos

Chaos existed as a deity with existence and pure sentience, but had no sensory inputs whatsoever. His peers saw that he had no ways of feeling the external world. Out of a reciprocity for its acts of kindness, they carved seven orifices on its blank face, one every day - the orbits of the eyes, the ear canals, the nostril and the mouth. By the seventh day, Chaos was in possession with the five earthly senses.
It died immediately.

Chuang Tzu

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"Permit me to issue and control the money of a nation and I care not who makes it's laws."

Mayer Anselm Rothschild

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A conversation between Don Juan Matus and Carlos Castaneda

Sorcerers understand discipline as the capacity to face with serenity odds that are not included in our expectations. For sorcerers, discipline is an art; the art of facing infinity without flinching; not because they are strong and tough, but because they are filled with awe.

In what way would the sorcerers' discipline be a deterrent to the flyers?

"Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness unpalatable to the flyer."

"The result is that the predators become bewildered. An inedible glowing coat of awareness is not part of their cognition, I suppose. After being bewildered, they don't have any recourse other than refraining from continuing their nefarious task.

"If the predators don't eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while, it will keep on growing. Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I can say that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows back to its natural size.

"The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say that the glowing coat of awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned, it grows to its natural size and volume. As awareness reaches levels higher than the toes, tremendous maneuvers of perception become a matter of course.

"The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times, was to burden the flyers' mind with discipline."

"Sorcerers found out that if they taxed the flyers' mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, and give any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind's foreign origin.

"The foreign installation comes back, I assure you, but not as strong; and a process begins in which the fleeing of the flyers' mind becomes routine until one day it flees permanently."

"That's the day when you have to rely on your own devices which are nearly zero. A sad day indeed! There's no one to tell you what to do. There's no mind of foreign origin to dictate the imbecilities you're accustomed to."

"My teacher, the nagual Julian, used to warn all his disciples, that this was the toughest day in a sorcerer's life for the real mind that belongs to us.

"The sum total of our experience after a lifetime of domination has been rendered shy, insecure, and shifty."

"Personally, I would say that the real battle of sorcerers begins at that moment. The rest is merely preparation."

What do you mean, by taxing the flyers' mind?

"Discipline taxes the foreign mind no end," he replied. "So, through their discipline, sorcerers vanquish the foreign installation."

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" I'm a war President. I make decisions here in the Oval Office, uhh, in foreign policy matters, with war on my mind."

George W. Bush

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"The state does not function as we desired. The car does not obey. A man is at the wheel and seems to lead it, but the car does not drive in the desired direction. It moves as another force wishes."

Vladimir Lenin

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"How fortunate for leaders, that the masses do not think."

Adolf Hitler

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Proverbs 27:11

Be wise, my son, and make my heart rejoice,
that I may make a reply to him that is taunting me.

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2 Timothy 4:3,4

For there will be a period of time when they will not put up with the healthful teaching, but, in accord with their own desires, they will accumulate teachers for themselves to have their ears tickled and they will turn their ears away from the truth, whereas they will be turned aside to false stories.

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Proverbs 4:23

Search your own heart with all diligence for out of it flow the issues of life.

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Luke 16:8

for the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the children of light.

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Ecclesiastes 4:9&10

Two are better than one because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his companion. But woe to him who is alone when he falls, for he has no one to help lift him up.

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Proverbs 19:13

a quarrelsome wife is like a constant dripping.

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Genesis 6:1-11

Now it came about that when men started to grow in numbers on the surface of the ground and daughters were born to them, then the sons of the [true] God began to notice the daughters of men, that they were good-looking; and they went taking wives for themselves, namely, all whom they chose. After that Jehovah said: “My spirit shall not act toward man indefinitely in that he is also flesh. Accordingly his days shall amount to a hundred and twenty years.”

The Neph´i·lim proved to be in the earth in those days, and also after that, when the sons of the [true] God continued to have relations with the daughters of men and they bore sons to them, they were the mighty ones who were of old, the men of fame.

Consequently Jehovah saw that the badness of man was abundant in the earth and every inclination of the thoughts of his heart was only bad all the time. And Jehovah felt regrets that he had made men in the earth, and he felt hurt at his heart. So Jehovah said: “I am going to wipe men whom I have created off the surface of the ground, from man to domestic animal, to moving animal and to flying creature of the heavens, because I do regret that I have made them.” But Noah found favor in the eyes of Jehovah.

This is the history of Noah.
Noah was a righteous man. He proved himself faultless among his contemporaries. Noah walked with the [true] God. In time Noah became father to three sons, Shem, Ham and Ja´pheth. And the earth came to be ruined in the sight of the [true] God and the earth became filled with violence. So God saw the earth and, look! it was ruined, because all flesh had ruined its way on the earth.

After that God said to Noah: “The end of all flesh has come before me, because the earth is full of violence as a result of them; and here I am bringing them to ruin together with the earth.

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I Corinthians 10.5 - 11

The Spirit searches all things, even the deep things of God. For who among men knows the thoughts of a man except the man's spirit within him? In the same way no one knows the thoughts of God except the Spirit of God.

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James 1:5

So, if any one of you is lacking in wisdom, let him keep on asking God, for he gives generously to all and without reproaching; and it will be given him.

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1 Corinthians 12 1-11

Now about spiritual gifts, brothers, I do not want you to be ignorant. You know that when you were pagans, somehow or other you were influenced and led astray to mute idols. Therefore I tell you that no one who is speaking by the Spirit of God, "Jesus be cursed", and no one can say, "Jesus is Lord", except by the Holy Spirit.

There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit. There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord. There are different kinds of working, but the same God works all of them in all men.

Now to each one the manifestation of the Spirit is given for the common good. To one there is given through the Spirit the message of wisdom, to another the message of knowledge by means of the same Spirit, to another faith by the same Spirit, to another gifts of healing by that one Spirit, to another miraculous powers, to another prophecy, to another distinguishing between spirits, to another speaking in different kinds of tongues, and to still another the interpretation of tongues. All of these are the work of one and the same Spirit, and he gives them to each one just, as he determines.

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1 John 4:2

This is how you can recognize the Spirit of God: Every spirit that acknowledges that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is from God.

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Song Of Songs 2:2

Lover

Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the maidens.

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Joel 2:28

And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.

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For I am afraid that when I come I may not find you as I want you to be, and you may not find me as you want me to be.

2 Corinthians 12:20

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Thou seest how they which speak the truth are judged of them that have authority upon the earth.

Jesus Christ
From the Epistle of Nicodemus.

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Downloading of MP3's and other media vehicles is not forbidden by law in Canada. However, downloading media with intent to compile and sell copywritten materials is an infringement of the copyright laws.

I won't bother listing the movies and presentations downloaded before the creation of this module - Sept 06.

I decided to include a musical category, and document the methodology I employ in obtaining media. Oct. 06

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I use Limewire Pro 4.8.1, Bit Torrent 4.24.0, MIRC (nullus.net & undernet random US) and occasionally e-Mule to download things of interest to me.

I use DVD Santa to process AVI & MPG files to DVD format, DVD Lab to create the chapters (navigation points) as well as to demultiplex the audio/video streams for realignment, and Nero Burning ROM 6.0 to burn to DVD-R.

I employ Goldwave 4.23 and Adobe Audition 1.0 in the processing of music files - In case of error, fade in/out or the need to tailor to my ear.

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America - Freedom To Fascism.flv

BBC - Planet Earth - Part One - From Pole To Pole.avi
BBC - Planet Earth - Part Four - Caves.avi
BBC - The Planets - Part 1 - Different Worlds .avi
BBC - The Power Of Nightmares Part 1.avi
BBC - The Power Of Nightmares Part 2.avi
BBC - The Power Of Nightmares Part 3.avi
BBC - Noam Chomsky On The US & Middle East Policy.mpg
BBC - LSD -The Beyond Within - Part 2.AVI
BBC - The Roswell Incident Footage.mpeg
BBC - Walking with Dinosaurs - 2 - Time of the Titans.avi
BBC - Walking with Dinosaurs - 1 - New Blood.avi
BBC - Walking with Dinosaurs - 3 - Cruel Sea.avi
BBC - Walking with Dinosaurs - 4 - Giant of the Skies.avi

CBC The Passionate Eye - The CIA's Secret War.avi

ChineseCat&DogFurTrade.wvx

Cracking The DaVinci Code - Simon Cox.mpg

Da Ali G Show - Borat's Guide To Britain.mpg
Da Ali G Show - Borat - Buying a House.avi
Da Ali G Show - Borat - Cambridge University.mpg
Da Ali G Show - Borat - Hunting the Jew(Banned In The USA).avi
Da Ali G Show - Borat Lunch.avi
Da Ali G Show - Borat - Northern Ireland.mpg
Da Ali G Show - Borat Tries To Buy A Slave.mpg
Da Ali G Show - The Best Of Borat.mpg
Chomsky_Ali-G_interview.mpg

Death & Taxes.flv

Duckman - 04 - Psyche.mpg
Duckman - 06 - Ride The High School.avi
Duckman - 13 - Joking The Chicken.avi
Duckman - 18 - America The Beautiful.avi
Duckman - 34 - The Once And Future Duck.mpg
Duckman - 53 - A Star Is Abhorred.mpg
Duckman - 4x14 - Duckman and Cornfed in 'Haunted Society Plumber.mpg
Duckman - 112 - About Face.mpg
Duckman - Crime, Punishment, War, Peace and the Idiot.mpg
Duckman - Short, Plush and Deadly.avi
Duckman - Apocalypse Not.mpg

Discovery Channel - Ancient Warriors - Celts.avi
Discovery Channel - Ancient Warriors - Janissaries.avi
Discovery Channel - Ancient Warriors - Knights of the Templar.avi
Discovery Channel - Ancient Warriors - Samurai.avi
Discovery Channel - Ancient Warriors - Shaolin.avi
Discovery Channel - Ancient Warriors - The Legions of Rome.avi
Discovery Channel - Ancient Warriors - Vikings.avi
Discovery Channel - Atlantis Uncovered.avi
Discovery Channel - Hypnosis.avi
Discovery Channel - If We Had No Moon.avi
Discovery Channel - Krav Maga - Mossad training.avi
Discovery Channel - Navy Seals - The Navy's Elite.avi
Discovery.Channel - Nostradamus.the.Truth.avi
Discovery Channel - Search For Alien Planets.avi
Discovery Channel - The History of the Bible.mpg
Discovery Channel - The History Of Hacking.avi
Discovery Channel - The Most Evil Men In History - Ivan The Terrible.avi
Discovery Channel - The Most Evil Men In History - Vlad The Impaler.avi
Discovery Channel - The Most Evil Women In History - Countess Bathory.avi
Discovery Channel - Understanding The Universe.mpg
Discovery Channel - US Army Sniper School.avi

Earthlings.flv

History Channel - Beyond The DaVinci Code.VOB
History Channel - Secret Societies.mpg
History Channel - Secrets of the Ancient World.avi
History Channel - Secrets Of The Ancient World - Ancient Aliens.avi

Breakfast With Hunter S. Thompson.avi

IMAX - Africa - The Serengeti.avi
IMAX - Cirque du Soleil - Journey Of Man.mpg
IMAX - Encounter in the Third Dimension .avi
IMAX - Golapagos.avi
IMAX - Hubble's View of the Universe.avi
IMAX - Microcosmos.avi
IMAX - Miracles Of the Qur'an.mpg
IMAX - Sedona - The Spirit Of Wonder.avi
IMAX - The History Of Marijuana.avi
IMAX - The Living sea.avi
IMAX - The Mega Tsunami.avi
IMAX - The Pyramids - How They Were Built.avi
IMAX - Tropical Rainforest.avi
IMAX - Understanding The Universe.avi
IMAX - Unlocking the Mystery of Life.avi

LibertyBound.flv

Michael Moore - Fahrenheit 911.avi

Michael C. Ruppert - From The Wilderness - The Truth And Lies Of 911.avi

911 In Plane Sight.avi

Mark Achbar Jennifer Abbott & Joel Bakan - The Corporation.avi

Meet Your Meat.mpg

National Geographic - Cosmic Fireballs.avi
National Geographic - Mind Altering Drugs.avi
National Geographic - The Incredible Human Body.mpg
National Geographic - Deadly Arts - Aikido.avi

Noam Chomsky - Distorted Morality.avi

NOVA - Medieval Siege.avi

Outfoxed - Rupert Murdoch's War On Journalism.mpg

Patriot Act - 1 - Hate Crimes Made Legal.flv
Patriot Act - 2 - Ethnic Cleansing Begins.flv
Patriot Act - 3 - US Citizen Sentenced Without Evidence.flv

PBS - Stephen_Hawkings_Universe_Part_1.avi
PBS - Stephen_Hawkings_Universe_Part_4.avi
PBS - Muhammad - Legacy Of A Prophet.avi
PBS - Secrets Of The Mind.avi

David Icke - Secrets of the Matrix 1of3.avi
David Icke - Secrets of the Matrix 2of3.avi
David Icke - Secrets of the Matrix 3of3.avi

Randy Atkins - Arsenal of Hypocrisy
Robert Kane Pappas - Orwell Rolls In His Grave.avi

Ron Fricke - Baraka.mpg

Survivorman Season 1 Repack.torrent
This torrent yielded 3.98 GB (4,275,900,510 bytes) in the form of 14 files and one folder.

Survivorman - Off The Grid.avi
Survivorman 101 Canadian Boreal Forest(Dvd).avi
Survivorman 102 Arizona Desert(Dvd).avi
Survivorman 103 Costa Rica(Dvd).avi
Survivorman 104 Georgian Swamp(Dvd).avi
Survivorman 105 Canadian Arctic(Tv).avi
Survivorman 106 Mountain(Dvd).avi
Survivorman 107 Canyonland(fixed audio)(Dvd).avi
Survivorman 108 Plane Crash(Dvd).avi
Survivorman 109 Lost At Sea(Dvd).avi
Survivorman 110 Behind The Scenes(Dvd).avi
Survivorman - On The View(Tv).avi

The Doomsday Code.flv

The Greatest Story Ever Denied.avi

The Seventh Day - Revelations from the lost pages of history - Part 1.avi
The Seventh Day - Revelations from the lost pages of history - Part 2.avi
The Seventh Day - Revelations from the lost pages of history - Part 3.avi

Venezuela - Bolivariana.flv

William Cooper - The Secret Government.mpg

2003 Inside Landmark Forum.avi

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Aikido - 7th Dan Yoshimitsu Yamada - The Power and the Basics.mpg
Aikido - Mary Heiny - Principles and Techniques.mpeg
Aikido - Morihei Ueshiba and Aikido - Aiki Budo.avi
Aikido - Shioda - Instruction Volume 1.avi
Aikido - Steven Seagal - The Path beyond Thought.avi

Ken Do - Saito Lessons 02 - Katana Practice Sword Technique.avi
Ken Do - Saito Lessons 04.AVI

Gracie Jiu-Jitsu - The Key To The Gracie System Of Self Defense.mpg
Gracie Jiu-Jitsu - Basics Vol 1 - Takedowns & Escapes From The Mounted Position.mpg
Gracie Jiu-Jitsu - Basics Vol 2 - How To Pass The Guard & Escape Headlocks.mpg
Gracie Jiu-Jitsu - Basics Vol 3 - Finishing Holds - Armlocks And Chokes.mpg
Gracie Jiu-Jitsu Intermediate Vol 1.mpg
Gracie Jiu-Jitsu Intermediate Vol 2 - Attacks And Reversals From The Guard.mpg
Gracie jiu - Jitsu intermediate Vol 4 bonus - Finishing Moves.mpg
Gracie jiu-Jitsu Advanced Vol 1.mpg
Gracie jiu-Jitsu Advanced Vol 2.mpg


Bas Rutten - Vol 1 - Choke Techniques And Submissions.mpg
Bas Rutten - Vol 2 - Arm bars & Arm locks.mpg
Bas Rutten - Vol 3 - Leg-Locks, Leg-Bars And Ankle-Holds.mpg
Bas Rutten - Vol 4 - Chokes, Wrestling, Sparring.mpg
Bas Rutten - Vol 5 - Street Self-Defense.mpg
Bas Rutten - Vol 6 - Workout.mpg
Bas Rutten - Vol 8 - Takedowns, Setups & Ground Fighting.mpg
Bas Rutten - Vol 9 - Fighting Fitness Workout Routine.mpg
Bas Rutten - Lethal Self Defense System.avi

Complete Judo - Vol.2 - Choking Techiques.mpg

Judo vs Jiu-Jitsu - Kimura vs Gracie II.mpg
The Forbidden Arts - Wing Tsun Kung Fu - Siu Nim Tau Form & Application.mpg

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Peter_Gabriel_-Discography_1976-2004.torrent
This torrent included the following albums at a minimum of 196Kbs bitrate, and took two unmonitored days to download:
1.87 GB (2,008,760,524)

Peter Gabriel - Long Walk Home (2002)
Peter Gabriel - OVO (2000)
Peter Gabriel - Plays Live (2001)
Peter Gabriel - Secret World Live (1994)
Peter Gabriel - Shaking the Tree (1990)
Peter Gabriel - The Alternative Mixes (2004)
Peter Gabriel - Us (1992)
Peter Gabriel - Us (2003 Remastered)
Peter Gabriel - Mixed Tracks
Peter Gabriel - So this is Hit -2003
Peter Gabriel - Revisited 1992
Peter Gabriel - So
Peter Gabriel - Hits - 2CD 2003
Peter Gabriel - I
Peter Gabriel - II
Peter Gabriel - III
Peter Gabriel - Passion
Peter Gabriel - Plays Live (Remastered 2002)
Peter Gabriel - Security
Peter Gabriel - Up

The Yes 28 CD discography torrent yielded:
2.39 GB (2,574,886,245)

1969 - Yes
1970 - Time And A Word
1971 - The Yes Album
1972 - Close To The Edge
1972 - Fragile
1973 - Tales From Topographic Oceans Disc 1
1973 - Tales From Topographic Oceans Disc 2
1973 - Yessongs Disc 1
1973 - Yessongs Disc 2
1974 - Relayer
1977 - Going For The One
1978 - Tormato
1980 - Drama
1983 - 90125
1987 - Big Generator
1991 - Union
1993 - Highlights - The Very Best Of Yes
1994 - Talk
1996 - Keys to Ascension Disc 1
1996 - Keys to Ascension Disc 2
1997 - Keys To Ascention II
1999 - The Ladder
2000 - Live At House of Blues
2001 - Magnification
2002 - Keystudio
2004 - Open Your Eyes
2004 - The Ultimate Yes - 35th Anniversary Collection 3 Cd's
2005 - The Word Is Live 3 Cd's

The Moody Blues 15 CD Discography torrent yielded:
1.00 GB (1,082,478,134)

The Moody Blues - The Other Side Of Life - 1968
The Moody Blues -To Our Children's Children's Children - 1969
The Moody Blues - Talk Talk
The Moody Blues - Voices In The Sky
The Moody Blues - The Collection-Cd 1-2001
The Moody Blues - The Collection-Cd 2-2001
The Moody Blues - The Magnificent Moodies -1988
The Moody Blues - The Present
The Moody Blues - The Story Of ... Legend Of A Band
The Moody Blues - Time Is On My Side
The Moody Blues - Time Traveller - Cd 1
The Moody Blues - Time Traveller - Cd 2
The Moody Blues - Time Traveller - Cd 3
The Moody Blues - Time Traveller - Cd 4
The Moody Blues - Time Traveller - Cd 5 -Bonus

The Joni Mitchell 12 CD Discography torrent yielded:
1.44 GB (1,547,300,140)

1971 - Joni Mitchell - Blue
1974 - Joni Mitchell - Court and Spark
1974 - Joni Mitchell - Miles of Aisles (live)
1975 - Joni Mitchell - The Hissing of the Summer Lawns
1976 - Joni Mitchell - Hejira
1980 - Pat Metheny & Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light (live)
1982 - Joni Mitchell - Wild Things Run Fast
1988 - Joni Mitchell - Chalk Mark In A Rain Storm
2000 - Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now
2002 - Joni Mitchell - Travelogue
2004 - Joni Mitchell - Dreamland - The Very Best Of
2005 - Joni Mitchell - Songs Of A Prairie Girl (Remastered)

The E.L.O. 13 CD Discography torrent yielded:
872 MB (914,811,251)

Electric Light Orchestra - No Answer - 1971
Electric Light Orchestra - The Electric Light Orchestra II - 1973
Electric Light Orchestra - On the Third Day - 1973
Electric Light Orchestra - Eldorado - 1974
Electric Light Orchestra - Face The Music - 1975
Electric Light Orchestra - A New World Record - 1976
Electric Light Orchestra - Out of the Blue - 1977
Electric Light Orchestra - Discovery - 1979
Electric Light Orchestra - Xanadu - 1980
Electric Light Orchestra - Time - 1981
Electric Light Orchestra - Secret Messages - 1983
Electric Light Orchestra - Balance Of Power - 1986
Electric Light Orchestra - Zoom - 2001

The Alan Parsons Project 22 CD Discography torrent yielded:
1.07 GB (1,156,594,087)

1976 - Tales of Mystery and Imagination
1977 - I Robot
1978 - Pyramid
1979 - Eve
1980 - The Turn of A Friendly Card
1981 - Eye in the Sky
1983 - The Best Of The Alan Parsons Project
1984 - Ammonia Avenue
1984 - Ladyhawke - Soundtrack
1985 - Vulture Culture
1986 - Stereotomy
1987 - Gaudi
1987 - The Best Of The Alan Parsons Project Volume 2
1988 - The Instrumental Works
1990 - Freudiana
1991 - Anthology
1993 - Try Anything Once
1995 - The Best Of... (Live)
1996 - On Air
1999 - Master Hits
1999 - The Time Machine
2004 - A Valid Path

The Audioslave 5 CD discography torrent yielded:
482 MB (505,981,599)

Audioslave - Audioslave
Audioslave - Live In Cuba
Audioslave - Live in Milan
Audioslave - Live In Washington
Audioslave - Out Of Exile

The Sade 7 CD Discography torrent yielded:
532 MB (558,428,206)

1984 - Diamond Life
1985 - Promise
1988 - Stronger Than Pride
1992 - Love Deluxe
1994 - The Best Of Sade
2000 - Lovers Rock
2002 - Lovers Live

The Genesis 23 Cd discography yielded:
2.16 GB (2,320,875,910)

1969 - From Genesis To Revelation
1970 - Trespass
1971 - Nursery Cryme
1972 - Foxtrot
1973 - Live
1973 - Selling England By The Pound
1974 - The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway
1976 - A Trick Of The Tail
1977 - Wind And Wuthering
1977 - Seconds Out
1978 - And Then There Were Three
1980 - Duke
1981 - Abacab
1982 - Three Sides Live
1983 - Genesis
1986 - Invisible Touch
1991 - Turn It On Again Best Of 81-83
1991 - We Can't Dance
1992 - The Way We Walk - The Shorts
1993 - The Way We Walk - The Longs
1997 - Calling All Stations
Genesis Archives 1 - 1967-1975
Genesis Archives 2 - 1976-1992
Genesis Discography & Biography.txt

The Triumph 10 CD remastered discography yielded:
1.00 GB (1,075,962,681)

In The Beginning - 1976
Rock and Roll Machine - 1978
Just A Game - 1979
Progressions Of Power - 1980
Allied Forces - 1982
Never Surrender - 1983
Thunder Seven - 1984
Stages (Live) - 1985
The Sport Of Kings - 1986
Surveillance - 1987

I renamed all of the folders this torrent yielded because they were named in this way; 1) In The Beginning ( Remaster) 1976, and so on.

The Blues Traveler Compilation torrent yielded:
328 MB (344,875,882)

BTcompilationD1t01.flac
BTcompilationD1t02.flac
BTcompilationD1t03.flac
BTcompilationD1t04.flac
BTcompilationD1t05.flac
BTcompilationD1t06.flac
BTcompilationD1t07.flac

The Afro Celt Sound System-Volume 2 torrent yielded:
93.4 MB (98,012,082)

01 - Release.mp3
02 - Lovers Of Light.mp3
03 - Eireann.mp3
04 - Urban Aire.mp3
05 - Big Cat.mp3
06 - Even In My Dreams.mp3
07 - Amber.mp3
08 - Hypnotica.mp3
09 - Riding The Waves.mp3
10 - I Think Of....mp3
11 - Release It (Instrumental).mp3
Afro Celt Sound System - Volume 2 Release.m3u

Evanescence - The Open Door torrent yielded:
49.7 MB (52,144,732) @ 128Kbs

01-Evanescence - Sweet Sacrifice.mp3
02-Evanescence - Call Me When You're Sober.mp3
03-Evanescence - Weight of the World.mp3
04-Evanescence - Lithium.mp3
05-Evanescence - Cloud Nine.mp3
06-Evanescence - Snow White Queen.mp3
07-Evanescence - Lacrymosa.mp3
08-Evanescence - Like You.mp3
09 Evanescence - Lose Control.mp3
10-Evanescence - The Only One.mp3
11-Evanescence - Your Star.mp3
12-Evanescence - All That I'm Living For.mp3
13-Evanescence - Good Enough.mp3
Cover.jpg


Loreena McKennitt - An Ancient Muse torrent yielded:
77.2 MB (81,023,132) Ranging from 185 kbps to 320 kbps

01 - Loreena McKennitt - Incantation.mp3
02 - Loreena McKennitt - The Gates Of Istanbul.mp3
03 - Loreena McKennitt - Caravanserai.mp3
04 - Loreena McKennitt - The English Ladye And The Knight.mp3
05 - Loreena McKennitt - Kecharitomene.mp3
06 - Loreena McKennitt - Penelopes Song.mp3
07 - Loreena McKennitt - Sacred Shabbat.mp3
08 - Loreena McKennitt - Beneath A Phrygian Sky.mp3
09 - Loreena McKennitt - Never Ending Road (Amhran Duit).mp3

The Supertramp 11 CD torrent yielded:
806 MB (845,656,948)

Supertramp - Breakfast In America
Supertramp - Brother Where You Bound
Supertramp - Crime Of The Century
Supertramp - Crisis What Crisis
Supertramp - Even In The Quietest Moments
Supertramp - Famous Last Words
Supertramp - Indelibly Stamped
Supertramp - Paris (Disc 1)
Supertramp - Paris (Disc 2)
Supertramp - Surely
Supertramp - The Very Best Of Supertramp

The Sheryl Crow Complete Discography torrent yielded:
1.06 GB (1,149,060,009)

1992 The Unreleased Album
1993 Tuesday Night Music Club
1994 Can't Cry Anymore
1994 Tuesday Night Music Club (Bonus Disc)
1996 Sheryl Crow
1997 Sheryl Crow (Bonus Disc)
1998 The Globe Sessions
1999 The Globe Sessions (Bonus Disc)
2002 C'mon C'mon
2002 Soak Up The Sun
2003 C'mon America Live
2003 The Very Best Of
2005 Rare Trax
Wildflower
Wildflower (Accoustic)

The Dire Straits Discography Yielded:
1.46 GB (1,571,017,297)

1978 - Dire Straits
1979 - Communiqué
1980 - Making Movies
1981 - Dire Straits - Live at the BBC
1982 - Extended Dance Play
1982 - Love Over Gold
1983 - Extended Dance Play
1984 - Alchemy - Disc One
1984 - Alchemy - Disc Two
1984 - Alchemy (Live)
1984 - Cal
1985 - Brothers In Arms
1988 - Money For Nothing
1991 - On Every Street
1993 - On The Night
1995 - Live At The BBC
1996 - The Very Best of Dire Straits.- Sultans of Swing
1998 - Sultans Of Swing (Limited Ed)
2005 - Dire Straits Mark Knopfler Private Investigations The Best Of

1983 - Mark Knopfler.- Local Hero
1996 - Mark Knopfler - Golden Heart
2000 - Mark Knopfler - Sailing to Philadelphia
2001 - Mark Knopfler - B.S.O. A shot at glory
1993 - Mark Knopfler - Screenplaying
1989 - Mark Knopfler - Last Exit To Brooklyn
2002 - Mark Knopfler - The.Ragpickers Dream
Discografia.txt

The Eric Clapton 28 CD Discography yielded:
2.43 GB (2,615,343,978)

1964 - Five Live Yardbirds
1965 - The Yardbirds & Sonny Boy Williamson
1966 - Fresh Cream
1966 - John Mayall's Bluesbreakers Feat. Eric Clapton - Bluesbreaking (1965-66)
1967 - Cream - Disraeli Gears
1968 - Cream - Wheels On Fire
1969 - Blind Faith
1969 - Cream - Goodbye
1970 - Delaney And Bonnie And Friends(With Eric Capton)
1970 - Eric Clapton (First Solo Album)
1974 - 461 Ocean Boulevard (Deluxe Edition 2004, 2CD)
1975 - There's One In Every Crowd
1976 - No Reason to Cry
1977 - Slowhand
1978 - Backless
1981 - Another Ticket
1983 - Money And Cigarettes
1985 - Behind The Sun
1986 - August
1989 - Journeyman
1992 - Rush (Soundtrack)
1994 - From the Cradle
1998 - Pilgrim
1999 - The Blues
2000 - & B B King - Riding With The King
2001 - Reptile
2004 - Crossroads Festival
2004 - Me and Mr Johnson

The Steely Dan Discography torrent yielded:
811 MB (850,932,283)

1972 - Steely Dan - Can't Buy A Thrill
1973 - Steely Dan - Countdown To Ecstasy
1974 - Steely Dan - Pretzel Logic
1975 - Steely Dan - Katy Lied
1976 - Steely Dan - The Royal Scam
1977 - Steely Dan - Aja
1980 - Steely Dan - Gaucho
1995 - Steely Dan - Alive In America
2000 - Steely Dan - Two Against Nature
2003 - Steely Dan - Everything Must Go
1982 - Donald Fagan - The Nightfly
1993 - Donald Fagan - Kamakiriad

The Abba 15 CD Discography Yielded:
1.53 GB (1,651,031,992)

1973 - Abba - Ring Ring
1974 - Abba - Waterloo
1975 - Abba - Abba
1976 - Abba - Arrival
1977 - Abba - Abba The Album
1979 - Abba - Voulez Vous
1980 - Abba - Super Trouper
1981 - Abba - The Visitors
1986 - Abba - Abba Live
1992 - Abba - Abba Gold (Greatest Hits)
1993 - Abba - More Abba Gold (More Abba Hits)
1994 - Abba - Thank You For The Music
1999 - Abba - Mamma Mia (The Musical)
1999 - Abba - The Complete Singles Collection
2001 - Abba - The Definitive Collection
Covers

CRC failed in ABBA\ 1999 - Abba - Mamma Mia (The Musical)\23 - Based On Abba - i do, i do, i do, i do, i do.mp3. The file is corrupt

Water of Jangce River Classical Chinese Erhu Music torrent yielded 12 lossless flac files 367 MB (385,043,322) & one folder called Scans which contained the scans of the CD Covers and inserts totalling in size 3.60 MB (3,777,865).

01 River water.flac
02 Jackdaw play water.flac
03 Moonnight.flac
04 Er Quan Spring reflects the moon.flac
05 Chant for leisurely days.flac
06 Fishing-boat sings in evenfall.flac
07 Zhaojun went into frontier fortress.flac
08 Horse race.flac
09 Perfect drum visit the path.flac
10 Color lamps melody.flac
11 Pick grass for pigs.flac
12 Mist melody.flac
Scans (Folder)
1-box-frontcover.jpg
2-box-backcover.jpg
3-leaflet-outside-part1.jpg
4-leaflet-outside-part2.jpg
5-leaflet-inside-part1.jpg
6-leaflet-inside-part2.jpg
7-backcover-outside.jpg
8-backcover-inside.jpg


The Rush 19 album discography torrent yielded the following:
1.14 GB (1,230,011,782 bytes)

Rush
Fly By Night
Caress of Steel
2112
A Farewell To Kings
Hemispheres
Permanent Waves
Moving Pictures
Signals
Grace Under Pressure
Power Windows
Snakes and Arrows
Presto
Roll The Bones
Counterparts
Test For Echo
Vapor Trails
Feedback
R30 Live


Jimmy Cliff - 28 Album Collection.torrent
This torrent yield 2.27 GB (2,438,040,353 bytes)

Jimmy Cliff [1972] - The Harder They Come (Island)
Jimmy Cliff [1972] - Wonderful World, Beautiful People (A&M)
Jimmy Cliff [1975] - Follow My Mind (Warner)
Jimmy Cliff [1975] - The Best Of Jimmy Cliff (Island)
Jimmy Cliff [1976] - In Concert, The Best Of Jimmy Cliff (Warner)
Jimmy Cliff [1978] - Give Thankx (Warner)
Jimmy Cliff [1980] - I Am The Living (WEA)
Jimmy Cliff [1981] - Give the People What They Want (WEA)
Jimmy Cliff [1982] - Special (CBS)
Jimmy Cliff [1984] - Reggae Greats (Island)
Jimmy Cliff [1985] - Cliff Hanger (Sony)
Jimmy Cliff [1988] - Hanging Fire (CBS)
Jimmy Cliff [1989] - Save Our Planet Earth (Cliff Sounds & Films)
Jimmy Cliff [1990] - Fundamental Reggay...Plus (MCPS)
Jimmy Cliff [1992] - Breakout (BIEM)
Jimmy Cliff [1994] - The Very Best Of Jimmy Cliff (Columbia)
Jimmy Cliff [1995] - Definitive Collection (Columbia)
Jimmy Cliff [1995] - The Cool Runner Live in London (MCPS)
Jimmy Cliff [1996] - Best Of Jimmy Cliff (Sony)
Jimmy Cliff [1996] - Higher & Higher (Island)
Jimmy Cliff [1998] - Journey Of A Lifetime (Island)
Jimmy Cliff [1999] - Humanitarian (Universal)
Jimmy Cliff [1999] - Simply The Best (Sony)
Jimmy Cliff [2000] - Wonderful World (Golgr)
Jimmy Cliff [2002] - Fantastic Plastic People (Artist Network)
Jimmy Cliff [2003] - Anthology (Universal)
Jimmy Cliff [2004] - Black Magic (Artemis)
Jimmy Cliff [2005] - The Harder They Come, The Definitive Collection (Trojan)

The Black Uhuru torrent yeilded:
678 files in 50 folders 2.88 GB (3,093,855,985 bytes)

Black Uhuru - Mystical Truth Dub
Black_Uhuru_-_Chill_Out-(1982)-RAC2000
Black_Uhuru_-_Guess_Whos_Coming_To_Dinner-(1981)-RAC99
Black_Uhuru_-_Mystical_truth
Black_Uhuru_Ft._Sly_And_Robbie-In_Dub-CD-2000-RKS
Black_Uhuru-Anthem-CD-1983-RotM
Black_Uhuru-Anthem-LP-1984-RKS
Black_Uhuru-Black_Sound_Of_Freedom(Limited_Edition)-LP-199X-RKS
Black_Uhuru-Black_Uhuru-(1980)-RAC2000
Black_Uhuru-Chill Out-1982
Black_Uhuru-Dynasty-2001-REMIX
Black_Uhuru-Iron_Storm-1991-RAC
Black_Uhuru-Iron_Storm_(Dub)-CD-1991-RKS
Black_Uhuru-Liberation_The_Island_Anthology-2CD-1993-YARD
Black_Uhuru-Live_in_New_York-1988-DDP
Black_Uhuru-Live_in_New_York_City-1988-RAC
Black_Uhuru-Live_in_San_Diego-1995-RAC
Black_Uhuru-Mystical_Thruth-1991-RAC
Black_Uhuru-Now-1990-RAC
Black_Uhuru-Now_Dub-1990-RAC
Black_Uhuru-Positive_Dub-1987-RAC
Black_Uhuru-Positive-Vinyl-1987-SRC
Black_Uhuru-RAS_Portraits-1997-RAC
Black_Uhuru-Red-1981-ToXiCMP3
Black_Uhuru-Red-REMASTERED-2003-aPC
Black_Uhuru-Reggae_Greats-CD-1985-YARD
Black_Uhuru-Reggae_Rock-(Limited_Edition-CD)-199x-GMG
Black_Uhuru-Rub-A-Duble-Series-CD-2001-DELTA
Black_Uhuru-Sinsemilla-1980-DDP
Black_Uhuru-Sinsemilla-REMASTERED-2003-aPC
Black_Uhuru-Sponji_Reggae-1983-YARD
Black_Uhuru-Strongg-1994-DELTA
Black_Uhuru-Strongg_Dub-1994-RAC
Black_Uhuru-Strongg_Dub-CD-1994-RKS_INT
Black_Uhuru-Tear_It_Up_(Live-1981)-1992-YARD
Black_Uhuru--The_Best_Of-20th_Century_Masters-2002-WUS
Black_Uhuru-The_Best_Of_Black_Uhuru-CD-2002-JAH
Black_Uhuru-The_Dub_Factor-(1983)-RAC2000
Black_Uhuru-The_Dub_Factor-CD-1983-RKS_INT
Black_Uhuru-The_Dub_Factor-REMASTERED-2003-aPC
Black_Uhuru-This_Is_Crucial_Reggae-Remastered_CD-2004-JAH
Black_Uhuru-Ultimate_Collection-2000-RAC
Black_Uhuru-Unification-CD-1998-YARD
Black_Uhuru-What_Is_Life-(1999)-RAC99

The Buddha Sounds Vol 1-4 torrent yeilded:
64 files in 4 folders 509 MB (534,604,270 bytes)

Buddha Sounds vol.1 - A personal voyage into downtempo lands
Buddha Sounds vol.2 - The Arabic Dream
Buddha Sounds vol.3 - Chill In Tibet
Buddha Sounds vol.4 - Inner

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I have noticed that some video files cause explorer to slow down to a crawl as soon as they are accessed. They won't allow themselves to be played, nor do they allow allow themselves to be cut or deleted. The error that is prompted is: File is use by another application... This prompt takes up to 30 seconds to appear, and by this time, Explorer is using the 99% CPU resource normally reserved by "System Idle Process" in Task Manager. If the 'being used by' prompt comes up right away, simply close the program accessing the file.

If however closing down programs that "Might" be accessing the file yields no results, do the following: Move all other files from the save folder in which you store incoming files except the file effecting your system. Then delete the folder containing the apparently undeleteable file.

If Explorer appears to crash during this process, open Task Manager go to "Processes" Tab and end the Explorer process. At this point all icons and my comp / win expl windows close leaving a blank desktop. Go Back to Task Manager "Applications" Tab and click the button "New Task" then type explorer.exe in the box provided. Windows will be accesible without delay.

The cause of this error is the codec under which movies are compressed (XVid) is not currently on your system. Being unable to understand the file, Windows begin to loop.

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Peter Gabriel - Don't Give Up

In this proud land we grew up strong
we were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail

no fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I've changed my face, I've changed my name
but no one wants you when you lose

don't give up
'cos you have friends
don't give up
you're not beaten yet
don't give up
I know you can make it good

though I saw it all around
never thought I could be affected
thought that we'd be the last to go
it is so strange the way things turn

drove the night toward my home
the place that I was born, on the lakeside
as daylight broke, I saw the earth
the trees had burned down to the ground

don't give up
you still have us
don't give up
we don't need much of anything
don't give up
'cause somewhere there's a place
where we belong

rest your head
you worry too much
it's going to be alright
when times get rough
you can fall back on us
don't give up
please don't give up

'got to walk out of here
I can't take anymore
going to stand on that bridge
keep my eyes down below
whatever may come
and whatever may go
that river's flowing
that river's flowing

moved on to another town
tried hard to settle down
for every job, so many men
so many men no one needs

don't give up
'cause you have friends
don't give up
you're not the only one
don't give up
no reason to be ashamed
don't give up
you still have us
don't give up now
we're proud of who you are
don't give up
you know it's never been easy
don't give up
'cause I believe there's the a place
there's a place where we belong

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Don McLean - Vincent

Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now

Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Chorus:
For they could not love you, but still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will.

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Lee Ann Womack - I hope you dance

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance....I hope you dance.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin' might mean takin' chances but they're worth takin',
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin',
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin' out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance, And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

Dance....I hope you