today

the most pressing issues, the schedule, have to be there for lunch, the gym at four, home at six, rest, some TV, a quick nap and a..., sleep, wake up, forgot the pills, must make a to do list, phone rings, missed that, another appointment, darn, how did I forget, lunch schedule, more salad, the office is getting a makeover, might get a new desk, stop, furniture store, stop lingerie boutique, it's valentines day soon, must give it a look, ramble to the office, should not have had wine over lunch, feeling a little oozy, should give up the drink. bubble gum, the breath feels better, can't taste the booze on my lips, still have the urge though, to go for another drink.

Trust

Trust, understand the meaning of the word, so much effort made to undermine trust in everything, examples abound everywhere you look, daily you are reminded to be distrustful, in other words, you are taught to be destructive of love, and that is the goal of the evil spirit, that is the goal of the damaged soul, Jesus speaks of trust in the fullest meaning of the word, and the consequences of it, the rulers of this earth want you to trust in man made things, God, and Jesus, the prophets sent to strengthen us, all mention the need to trust, trust being faith in Love, Faith in God, so even when the road gets rough retain your trust, we have enough friends who will constantly remind us not to trust, it’s the cancer that was spread throughout the world, it was the reason why faith in God was damaged by this constant rhetoric, well, see the image posted with this blog, it’s God’s way of reminding us to hold on to the love we have, the faith we have, the spell of the evil one has been destroyed and its evidenced by the many blessings being poured out across the world, amen. What is a marriage without trust, agony for all concerned, what is friendship without trust, empty

Easter Sunshine

The light appears the heart soars, minds wonder for some fear grows, everyone a combination of awe and astonishment, for all the believers a rejoicing, to realize that  God Most High is with them, and it’s in their hearts he sighs, inner well being removal of fear, the promise of his returning a certainty, and the Great day is getting near, preparations being made to commemorate the end of the great waiting,

the revelation of the wonderful occasion, peace is pouring onto the streets, the radio’s play joyfully young are brash confident, men and women  who believe the real  cement, not a time for division pointing or accusations, it’s a simple reflection on that great occasion, God Most High sent his son to live among us,  then brought him back to life, the forgiveness of the father indicative of what is expected from us, the awful punishment dealt out to the one most holy among us, if the God of heaven and earth can be so patient and thoughtful,  it is time and proper we try to assume his way of living, Easter the season of forgiveness love fraternity and redemption , perhaps it should be Easter every weekend of the year, mothers day too, Christmas day too, valentines day, father’s day, children’s welfare day, women’s day, in fact it should be remembered that God is with us every day, just imagine it but you don’t have to do that anymore, check the image of the man in the sky, and if you need a pair of glasses buy two and give one pair away to someone who needs them, amen.

real time

High praise for those who follow mammon, in the media the news the network, hallowed tones respect and applause, a constant reminder given to the young, blinding the senses and making them dumb, occasionally we highlight a voice from the desert, a good news story that enlightens everyone, soon as the trouble subsides we are back in the pit, shouting orders same as the wall street elite, traders in heat while so many don’t even eat, ignorance of the laws of God almost complete, feel good for a moment cause it wont last, count the crumbs in your portfolio and sleep, it is all you’ll do cause you can’t bring it with you, just the acts of your lives which will probably catch you, so says the God of Heaven and Earth who waits in Heaven for you, don’t they understand he wonders all this goading, giving love an open space means leaving space within you, for the message to roam freely not under duress daily, the cost of getting into Heaven priceless for everyone else tragedy, amen.

Check the image in the sky, it’s real.

Harmony

The squires of Heaven, busy again. Nelson Mandela is chatting up Whitney,

Elvis is teaching God Most High guitar, St Peter is doing the usual press release,

God is sharper than Eric Clapton, Elvis is stunned. You learned that in a minute, he says in that drawl, St Peter is a slow typist, Steve Jobs is showing him an apple, can I bite it laughs Peter,  That isn’t funny quips God. The mood among the gathering is high, the evil front is on the run, it’s total harmony, and the angels are moving easily, cutting down one by one, the threads of the evil web, in a matter of time there will be none.

One last push states God, they are getting it right down there, I haven’t laughed this much, his joy is as infectious as a cherished child, anyone with a special request he smiles, he’s ready to pour out his graces, a double dose of the miraculous is on, an Irish Monk, a celebrated preacher while on earth, fosterer of faith is centre stage,

He has his list of prayer requests, there are tears in his eyes, understands the hopes of many are coming through, he remembers some old friends, in particular a small bunch of cheerful nuns, they feed the poor and clothe everyone, they have a crisis in funding, and have been praying to Father Nivard, he’s long way from Tipperary, the old monk who preached so well. He’s a wink in his eye, a bottle of Irish whiskey in his hand, he can drink as much as he wants, doesn’t get tipsy anymore, no one ever in Heaven feels unwell.

He looks at Whitney, a hymn for an old man he wonders; she reads his mind and sings him Christmas carols instead.

How’s the boy doing down there, God looks at Peter, I sent then your instructions, he’s eating porridge as requested, and is being guarded as well.

Mother Christmas enters the den, she’s a former model, but is golden looking, is Irish of course, and she sings a duet every evening, with the honey voiced singer, Eva Cassidy as her back up.

The elders are assembled, waves of men and women, the dining room goes on for miles and miles, stretches , and the wine is being served. Johnny cash is giving a warm up performance, Otis Redding is waiting in the aisle, patience quips God, to Otis, this is going on for ever. John Lennon wants to get in on the act, you believe now laughs God, and you thought it was all imagination, it brings John to tears.

Children in trouble

The door closes, child panics, breathing increases, steps closer, it’s me, the voice is a familiar one, rumbles and fumbles, it doesn’t last long, steps retreat, door closes, monsters imagines the child, his dreams interrupted, nightmares instead, Roaming times all over again, roman verdict if it happens again, God Most High is trending, his influence everywhere, titans babble rubbish, plans in crisis, media associates crumble, advertising executives silenced, war mongrels quite, holy warriors aim, global leaders panic, he’s got us, what are our chances, does he negotiate, do something fast, make it work. It’s not about forgiveness, this is the bear cage syndrome, the water went down, the wrecks became visible, no explanation necessary, opposite sides worked hand in hand, shared the spoils, chose their appointed one, situation was day to day, made excuses to everyone, long game that suited all, apart from the vulnerable, the old and very young, well it’s new order everyone, and it’s no compromise everyone, so says God Most High.

Did I get that right wonders Nelson, passes the script to St. Joseph, cause St.Peter is welcoming the new arrivals. Joseph’s eyes say it all, need more in there.

I was trying to be reasonable and fair, suppose I was warning them, when you should have been warming them huffs Joseph with a gaze that would frighten anyone. Nelson gets back to his work. Mel Gibson, he’s a pussycat when compared to St. Joseph, he surmises, amen.

Contemplating Addiction

It’s Friday night she’ll have to do it again,

He’ll climb aboard her and put it all the way in,

It used to be love but that was many years ago,

She just lies there quietly and waits till it ends,

Her heart many miles away she always with him,

She’s now a web addict sends her into a spin,

One day she’ll meet him she wonders if he’s thin,

That was great last night what’s for breakfast he smile,

Passing he slaps her buttocks gives her a big wide grin,

She’s counting the minutes when he’s out the door,

The car leaves the driveway she waves and smiles,

Soon he’s out of sight she soon covered in tears,

Marriage can be a great blessing or a huge mistake,

Chose wisely set an example for the next generation,

It’s the children who are the victims in the end.

You haven’t a load of money, and you can’t afford a lawyer, you getting married, your not sure if it’s your money she is after she wonders too, the cost of the break up is what is worrying you, your attached but detached but aware of the human cost, when love is turned to bitterness and it happens quite a lot, the rivalry that ensues regardless of pain or cost, the legacy we leave to those following not money but the hurt and emotional cost, that deep down scar that reminds you every time when the subject comes up for air, the what if’s the maybe’s the regrets that contain, the fear that does not allow you to forget, basically, I’ve just described the addiction of love, love is not an addiction, love is the condition you should be feeling and it only happens when we use the heart, when you forget how to love you become an addicted person, and the world has been conditioned to love everything but love itself, amen!

Being Honest

It’s never been a better time, how often have you heard that, not often enough, don’t mention it to Edward Snowden, and the slew of others who’ve suffered for it,  to the elite who have been perverting truth and justice for centuries,  God Most High is aware of your plans, they'll fail, your intimidation, you stand accused, your abuse of the vulnerable, the consequences, basically everything you do, there is a manual for what the good people do, it’s written, this is not new, it’s wisdom that is  2000 years old. It might have seem a good idea to put your money on the winning side, robbing pensions, the poor,the derivative fields, the vice industry, the war industry, chemical industry, all you did was speed up the time when God Most High would act, as it is really a numbers game, just as it is in farming. The yield doesn’t add up, you change the crop, well we are all seeds as our birth proves, basically were mere pin drops,  and we didn’t materialise accidentally even if we evolved over time, Richard Darwin, (DAWKINS), intentional misspelling in case your wondering, we are all divine in our nature, spirits with bodies, this can be proved, there is no doubt. Imagine the world, if those who held the purse strings hadn't backed war, in 1914, 1939, Iraq, etc etc, wars were and always will be, avoidable, with rare exception. Wars can’t happen on a large scale without funding from those willing to lending. Without further adieu, it’s a good time to stop the acting, and an even better time to start amending, as God Most High assures us all, and Jesus further clarifies it, and all the prophets that came after him, that it’s never too late to become good, even if others might resent it, it’s the parable of the vineyard. So, stop it, this chronic abuse of people and systems, it’s over, the game is up, the war is won, God Most High is in control of everything, the spin doctoring, the mind games, the coercion of souls, it’s over, don’t condemn yourselves further. If you checked out the image of the man in the sky, you’ll see it’s over. The pain or hurt you cause another single soul will damn you and your associates, the ultimate settler of debts has come to check you out, just don’t bring along another lawyer with you to explain this time, it’s embarrassing and totally without class. Always remember, it’s never too late to be honest, God Most High is mercy unlimited, but the suffering of so many is impossible to ignore, elementary school children even get it, wise up!, nobody has a sense of humour anymore, but they are singing in HEAVEN. Pint of Guinness jack, and, make it two, I’m expecting company, amen. Congratulations to the men of the middle east who managed to assist peace efforts between Iran and the rest of the world, a bright start to a new world outlook, and so many hoped it would never happen, the war mongrels of course, they’d steal the eye out of your head if they could, another Guinness Arthur!.

The games children play, wait till daddy gets home, he’ll sort it out, did I say that right, feck

, I should have employed a script writer.

Smash of the Titans

The war rages on, love is on the ropes, battered and bruised but determined, audience cheers enjoys the smell of blood, hatred and deceit gloats, certain they are going to win, bell rings just in time, love staggers to it’s corner, the devil assumes it wont be long, all underdogs ride the wave as they say, bell goes,

In the corner love regroups, his coach a wise one, just stay on your feet, middle of the ring hatred waits, baiting love to come to it’s fate, pensive and frightened love rises to it’s feet, remembers those words, don’t ever hate, slip side bob and weave bell rings nearly done 

Finish him kill him, they roar out loud, love is desperate, see the way he moves, almost on the floor, but manages to land a score, wobbles a bit, but is soon upright, if I get through this, it will be all right, crunch smash, hatred goes for the kill, fleet footed and renewed, love escapes  those evil blows

Vengeance lust bile and terror, the devil inspires hatred to unknown levels, below the belt, just him for good, you’ll be king, the world will be good, bell goes the determination of hatred shows, throws many punches, ,lands many blows, love renewed handles the flow...
well, i assume you have seen the image of the man in the sky, it's over for the merchants of evil everywhere, and it was the hope of a single child that changed everything, amen

on the love trail. ....

Part 3

My own journey in life, has had it’s ups and downs, and without going into great detail, I have been hot and cold when it comes to religious practice. Privately, I have always been Christian, not always publicly I suppose, as it has been with so many. I too lost my faith on account of experience, but I got born again as they say, and literally survived a few death defying moments. What is important is that I have always been aware of having a reason for being, being meaning, more than just a man who goes out to generate cash, a family and things, even if I enjoyed the pleasures of life, and will continue to do so, when the right time arrives, God willing of course

In gratitude for being given the chance to start again, and I’m forever starting again it seems, I vowed to God Most High, while recovering from an incident that nearly conveyed me to the next world hopefully, you can never assume anything when discussing the divine, but you can be assured of his mercy at all times if your in credit as they say, but I made a vow, that I have been very stubborn about, to do what is right, even when the danger to myself was great, not dissimilar to many others, who have done far more than me, I’m pretty ordinary actually. Don’t tell my mother though.

At the time of my miraculous recovery, and there were more than one, I don’t enjoy spoofing, it’s too personal, but at that time, the world was going through an economic revival of sorts, while the church, the people of God were going into distress mode, and faith in God Most High for many, was on the wane. So, in gratitude for my revival, I set about doing something in return, for the great gift given to me, a second life. Many privately, expected me to join the priesthood, or something not too far off that, I considered it myself, as I had been called as they say, and was aware of it. I chose to do it my way, is the best way of putting things, with the help of others. I did not want to be involved in a church that was drowning in political minded thought, as I saw the danger that lay in a system, where merit was decided by political association rather than doing.

Secretly, I concocted a plan, with advice from the almighty leading me, so I hoped. My friends at the time, were not really of Christian virtue, though some were. I guess the best way of putting things, or as a famous American pastor says, I did it from the prayer closet, and waited for the moment to come.

Through trials and tribulations and much more, the loss of loved ones, and the letting go of loved ones, to nearly getting married, and nearly getting shot, and many accusations laid against me, and much more, I managed to endure in faith, and in divine providence. What God Most High does best, is what any great father does, he guides you. I was not a great listener, I’m better at it now, but still learning.

What I discovered amazed me, felt awesome at times, nearly destroyed me also. Oh what a test he sets, but if you get up that hill, even half way, there is always someone on hand to help. It is that real. I’m ordinary, God Most High does not need us, we need him. But this I can assure you. If you act in faith and love through the heart, he gets interested in your progress.

Through a process of trial and error, I developed a healthy faith, made a few errors, as we all do, and began to read the old scriptures. If you are going to be pal of someone, you get interested in what is being written about them. The reason I mention all of this, is that I expect a healthy degree of scepticism and disbelief. I feel the same way when I get a tip for a racehorse.

Cutting to the chase, I got to a point in my life, when I expected my prayers to be answered, and they were, on oh so many occasions, a few times really, and always when I was in the zone. As a famous writing coach used to say, when he was giving advice on the subject of getting it on paper. When you are in a rut, you get into the zone you used to produce from , and you instinctively get into a gear you understand.

Going it alone is rarely the best option, but in times of war, and this is a spiritual war we are in here, it can be done. I am in the zone now, amen.

Do you believe

The Love Trail

Introduction

Part 1

The human race has fallen a long way short of the standard, to merit the positive intervention of the Divine. Some say, we have abandoned true faith in God Most High altogether, and replaced him with materialism, idol worship, and things, stuff as you call it. Faith meaning pure love, active belief, not armchair belief, but doing it. The rulers of the earth, those that currently control the fate of so many, be it through policy or the non enactment of policies that ought to be enacted, to them faith is an inconvenient truth. It’s only an opinion. But as the saying goes, you get out of the well what goes in. The heart being the well where the love is stored, is under constant stress.

When you act for the self all the time, meaning, the ego, the well dries up. You then struggle internally, and your will becomes victim to other influences. It’s why there is often a national out pouring of grief when someone of standing passes, not that it lasts. It’s why people over react during emotional and testing times, or go overboard as they say. It’s purely a release of the emotions they have been unable to deal with, cause they lost the ability to be empathic with themselves. Put another way, we have understanding of situations that need our intervention, but we shy away. We deaden ourselves a little more each time we do that. It’s why we are glad to leave it to charities to deal with the issues. It feels good that someone is doing it for us. Allows us to use the mind more freely, rather than the heart.

The heart can be smashed to pieces emotionally, while the mind can only be disturbed. It’s why soldiers going into battle zones are often medicated beforehand. They won’t cope well with all the brutality if in a normal state of mind. Why do Vietnam veterans, and so many others returning from war zones, have so many problems. We are not programmed to hurt, we are born to love, the polar opposite. The will of God Most High, is love.

 The war zone issue raises the ugly issue of child rearing in the 21^st century. How many children are going to grow up mentally normal today, very few indeed, unless there is a turnaround in the direction we are heading. While we may be heading in one direction, we should be going in the very opposite direction. So much for boy bands.

I had this dream twenty years ago, so did many others, of fighting my way through the crowd as they headed one way, while I struggled in the opposite direction. They were all falling into the sea, being led blind, the exact way things are today. Pornography is mainstream, idol worship too, second homes deemed a necessity by many, while others have no homes at all, not forgetting those that starve daily, this is factual, no one can question this reality. Saving the situation should be our goal.

dope makes you dopey

Dope makes you dopey,  your thinking, so don’t

worry. Did snow white and dopey, of the seven

dwarfs fame ever smoke,. No, that was a

fairy tale make belief. Besides a good looking woman

would have no time for a dude that only reached her

navel, unless he’d lots of money. Setting on the bed

felt so comfortable too,  he couldn’t sleep, speech

he thought, speech, she likes me reading her stories in

bed and you like it too he thought, meaning himself. But

sleep, five minute power nap that’s all, his eyes

beginning to dictate, five minutes that’s all,

five harry, remember. Crumpling down on the bunch of

pillows, he hooked the loose covers over,

five minutes he promised. Should have done this sooner,

 grabbing the duvet tight around him, five minutes

five minutes, have to write it, have to write..

asleep he was free to roam around his dreams

uncontested or undisturbed. Grabbing and groping 

thoughts and revelations of every sort, he wandered and

wandered. Perhaps he was on the verge of a nervous

breakdown, at least in the asylum, that'd be considered  normal. He

shook the bed, delving, going in and out of scene

after scene, seeking answers to issues that disturbed him

when awake. Millions of darkened souls, empty,

 lots of hungry people with no money to spend, 

it was getting closer and closer every day,

food parcels he  smiled  going further into the dream, they

were all alive,  just dieting. He wondered if DHL delivered

food parcels as well as computer parts.

Evil, must first get to know it intimately, he

smiled, smiled big. A Jesus convoy arrived with a

bread van in it, did the feed the world trick,

Harry laughed, every story had to have a happy

ending. As for Noah, he was really a math professor who

couldn't count beyond two. He laughed again, turning

in the bed as he did, still in a state.

She hit him full blast across the face, shattering the

glass dream he was in. He opened one eye, then the other.

The side of his face hurt, why so, he wasn't sure. She

came into focus, the angry expression on her face was all

he saw. What time was it he thought, acting,  looking

stupid.

"you've been at it, you, jesus, can I ever trust

you!”. She wore a heavy scowl too.

He rubbed his face firmly, from the forehead

down, feeling with his fingers, the crevices and sockets,

it was still there.

"jesus I'm alive, you wouldn't believe what happened me".

She lit a cigarette and sat down beside him, rubbing his

cheek with her free hand.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you!” she sighed.

“thanks!” he replied sitting up, sober with shock.

"twisting and turning, I thought you were on LSD

or something, what are you like, and no speech either

I suppose!”.

battle rages on

The war rages on, love is on the ropes, battered and bruised but determined, audience cheers enjoys the smell of blood, hatred and deceit gloats, certain they are going to win, bell rings just in time, love staggers to it’s corner, the devil assumes it wont be long, all underdogs ride the wave as they say, bell goes,

In the corner love regroups, his coach a wise one, just stay on your feet, middle of the ring hatred waits, baiting love to come to it’s fate, pensive and frightened love rises to it’s feet, remembers those words, don’t ever hate, slip side bob and weave bell rings nearly done 

Finish him kill him, they roar out loud, love is desperate, see the way he moves, almost on the floor, but manages to land a score, wobbles a bit, but is soon upright, if I get through this, it will be all right, crunch smash, hatred goes for the kill, fleet footed and renewed, love escapes  those evil blows

Vengeance lust bile and terror, the devil inspires hatred to unknown levels, below the belt, just him for good, you’ll be king, the world will be good, bell goes the determination of hatred shows, throws many punches, ,lands many blows, love renewed handles the flow

Bitch bastard mother whore hatred engages with the skill of a spin doctor, sense the kill rushes in many blows, love hears the heart not the hatred that flows, ducks dives shimmies and dances, those blows rain hard but he stops their advances, then the bell goes love is still standing

Famine starvation greed children finish him off before the end of the round, we have to finish off this honest hound, love listens carefully to words of advice, stay calm don’t rush you still have a chance, bell goes love staggers over tired and emotional but never sad

Bell goes they are on their feet again hatred moves menacingly, wants dear old love to throw in the towel, love remains calm thinks of the advise given and the cunning plan, slip and fall he’s on the floor pretending, hatred moves to finish end it all, just then love moves left and catches hatred cold, one crisp blow and hatred is on the floor, game up time out rejoicing everywhere.

mining your head for ideas!

minding your head or mining your head, imagine it, your head is being drained of ideas, just imagine it.

I cant understand why my neighbour hates me, I can’t understand what I did to upset him, I can’t understand why our leaders fail me, I guess I better wake up before the truth overtakes me, I wonder if God will have the patience to save me, I can’t understand why the young don’t trust me, I wonder if it’s anything to do with the way they sexualize me, I wonder if the valium will kill or save me, I wonder if there is an honest poet who just writes from the heart, I wonder if an agent will be a help or will fail me.

Expert opinion is called in, fast spin doctor I mean, but he’s an expert at heart, no such thing, and here’s the reason why, will those experts explain, why the world  is on  the wane, thought expert would save me, believing in those who respond to crisis, with clarity they repeat like an upset stomach, that just seems to last and last, keep rolling out these experts, like old china in a fancy  display case, when special occasions need that expert part, and it goes on and on, lives quake all over the place, do you know what it’s like he asked.

Roman empire builders had fortune, organized before they set off, they call for war it starts, the world blind cold indifferent and boring, concerned when their lies been encroached upon, they always said there will be poverty, they also said Nelson Mandela would never be released, they always said life was not fair, they laughed at that one, but not anymore, always said they’d be winners and losers, said that God most high had forgotten them, or perhaps they were just mining your head for ideas, ask the exploited the children who can’t deal with it.

God forgot to write

Give me give me, more of this more of that, give me, anthem of the masses and if you don’t give me, I’ll get it somehow, cause I deserve it, I want it, I need it, a promotion, a new house, bigger pension pot, more facebook likes, more hits, just give me, I’ll do anything, just give me, corporations, institutions, governments, give me power they ask, give me, no wonder evil had no barriers to break down, when everyone was looking for something, no different to an addict, give me, give me love, fill the vacuum of my heart, the only give me that’s normal, cry of the innocent heart, and it’s been the secret to the tyranny of evil, prevailing for so long, where few held power, kept it without mercy, so we got used to it, it’ll always be this way, and in the process lost heart. And when the heart stops giving, God Most High stops receiving, all that love we are able to create, each and every day, given freely to us, to pass on, making the lives of all around us, better in every way, and why you ask is this important, Ask God the next time you pray, did you love him that day, or are you on an escape mission, and you have no where else to turn. Sadly, open the papers today, media boasts spin doctors flame, the tension between the have not’s, and those that have, ramped up, $40 million contracts, celebrity excess, dangling the carrot of excess in each and every way, every child agog, wondering if this it, just money, the oppressed and the poor angry with despair, the dangling continues every night and day, each day pouring salt on the wounds of many, who can’t understand why it’s been allowed to be this way, their love ceasing everyone thinking, I’m on my own, love decreasing with it, the resulting love available to mankind, to make amends with the one true loving God, fading and fading away. 

why spying is good for the economy

You are being bullied and you don’t know what to do, unsure about the action to take. Your life in being undermined, events happen that affect you, caused by others, and you are not aware of it, you think your going crazy, even your friends think your barmy. You have to deal with a menace that makes you fearful for your own sake and the well being of your family. You’ve lost control of your home, the children dictate, you feel powerless, your dealing with an addiction, past or present, and others know your weak points, you feel vulnerable. Situations are being created by someone you know in order to take control of you or to deceive you .A friend you do not like or respect suddenly appears at your door, a godsend you think, but it happens over and over. Your in business, having a crisis, cash flow is slow, your new best friend arrives offering you help. The bank manager cuts your overdraft without warning, at a vital time, when your most vulnerable. The loan you thought was long term is called in when you needed it, just as you were about to conclude a deal to expand your business. it's only spying dear, i know what you did last night.

freedom freedom freedom

Freedom freedom freedom, cry is worldwide, excuses used by superpowers, to invade everywhere, politicians offer asylum, children all look stunned, all of them wondering, what is going on, jailed for telling the truth, these are people here, outrage shouts the media, this is not fair, arm and defend them, the louder the call, it’s been heard everywhere, don’t tell Bradley manning, Edward snowden is in hiding, martin luther king assassinated, and so many others, why such fear of the truth, conspiracies and theories probably true, just don’t open your mouth, only get you wiped out, unless your friends have armies for hire. Iraq, get rid of that dictator, replace them with another one, it’s the story of south America, the power of money over right, and why should we care. Basically put, those who don’t care, never tried to help, they join forces to silence the truth, hoping they will hang onto power and it worked, for an awful long time, not going to work anymore.  busy I don’t have the time, job to get to a wife to support, children take up my time, that’s the way the world is, get used to it and grow up, cliché excuses thrown out like garbage, hoping to quell the truth within, failing that the doctor and prescription medication, at least it’s legal unlike that illegal stuff, go back to the end of the queue sir, we’ll get to your dying child next, and of course you have insurance, it’s part of the rule and regulation set, and you wonder why Edward Snowden speaks up, think of the abused child, too young to speak, only able to show discontent, with actions that stray, descent into alcohol and drug like escapes, they plan for that, special clinics to take care of that, plan, plan for all that is wrong, planning for the truth to come out, cover up no questions asked, assassination allowed by government, perhaps a promotion as well. God Most High is getting dry in the throat, heard the endless reasons and is not very pleased with that,  I’m certain the road ahead is going shaky, perhaps disappear off the radar entirely, unless we start to hear see and to act. What do you think happens when the truth is kept down, it fades and dies along with wisdom, ask you ex wife. loving the only action of interest to a loving and all powerful God, who is doing his best to shower us with wisdom, and the heart is the only place where it can rest safely, and when the heart is no longer warm to truth, supply is switched off. Edward Snowden turned on the truth indicator again, and support for him is pouring in all over, government spin doctors wont weasel their way out of this mess, for a very long time, probably never, the titans of evil are on the run, the usual cover up, it’s not working the way they planned, thank God.

Che, Edward Snowden, and Jesus

Whatever you think, call him communist, call him revolutionary, call him traitor, the one who tried to change it all, and his life ended prematurely, on account of the C.I.A., government and human corruption, now the world has to bear it, account for what was allowed happen, to many like him, from Jesus, to joan of arc, to the Muslim nations demonised, the 222 cathars butchered, the death of martin luther king, and so many others. And you wonder why the world is in such a chaotic mess.  treatment dished out to Muhammad Ali, the attempts to destroy Cuba, the mocking of Cat Stevens, the list is long if I was to go on, it’s time we tried to address it, Edward snowden will suffer for it, the stuff that we pretend never happened. What made Che think the way he did, why he bothered you ask, did he work on a leper colony for fun, did he see too much suffering, abuse of  women and children, theft of local resources across the Americas, while the righteous citizens with out standing reputations did naught, includes the catholic church in those parts. A medical career his original plan, a journey changed all of that. Edward Snowden had a change of plan too, on account of what happened before him, he kept all plans tight, Che was outspoken, took sides early never imagined he’d be betrayed, there is a judas everywhere I warn you, even the apostles had enemies within, it’s why we need to open up, tell a few truths before it’s too late, it’s too easy to blame one man, when you know it’s the world that has failed, not the truthful and honest man. And you rear children to be honest and truthful, are they supposed to be safe in this current environment, I don’t think so.

How many times do you need to hear, the words child protection policy, before you realize this is a pandemic, everywhere perhaps you prefer being stupid. I don’t have that luxury, I’ve seen the changes, the clouds, broke a world that was kept to the few, broke the mind control methods they use against you, and reported them in detail to God, who wont be swayed so easily again, not by emotion by deed only, As I said to friends who escaped emergencies, you want to stay around or stay sound, better come up with a plan that is good for everyone, not just you. Edward Snowden had a plan to let us know what really was going on, Che Guevara had a plan to change what was going on, Jesus had a plan to let us know there was a plan, and all that loved honestly were part of it.

do something stupid

Mind filled with images that trap, radar dimmed by horrible scars, revenge everywhere we’ll sort them out, an attack on the roman empire, resort to training hold and contain, justice is swift and soon were back, on the beat, they’ll never get rid of us, we swear, off we go again, try to exploit some more, women and children well used to that, and this is the cycle of life, been like this for years, relentlessly we battle with our fears, defiant we fight back tears, stubborn like we've always been, Stubborn till the end.

can’t understand, neighbor hates me, can’t understand, did I upset him, can’t understand our leaders fail me, better wake up before the truth overtakes me, wonder if God will have the patience to save me, can’t understand, the young don’t trust me, wonder if it’s anything to do with the way I gaze at them, wonder if the valium will kill or save me, wonder if there is one honest voice, wonder if an agent will help or fail me.

Expert opinion fast spin, doctor he’s an expert of the heart, no such thing and here’s reason why, can experts explain before they start, great afterwards telling us why, why the world  is on  the brink, the experts will save me, fools believe in those who respond to crisis, with clarity and alarm, like they are prepared, like that invasion of Iraq, the military machine primed and ready, purely by accident, like an upset stomach, yet they keep rolling out these experts, like old china in your mothers fancy  display case, for special occasions when we need that expert part, like the big Hollywood name on the billboard, at least you take a look, and it goes on and on while small tummies quake all over the place, do you know what it’s like to starve yet, didn’t think so. Well stop wondering about it, do something stupid!.

selling doubt

Sell doubt, cause the brain to riot, sell doubt, raise the emotional heat, sell doubt, invent a new cause célèbre, keep them busy, confuse and alarm, appear to share, cast doubt everywhere, the battle of the soul rages, you did what, they did that, count the body parts, could be cemetery, could be fate, and in the end, you are given a bill, for toxic decisions made, a mess you have to clear up.

Hasn't much education, few friends and miserable relations, haven’t this haven’t that, so they give him medication, kill those inside reservations, the army will sort him out, he’s intoxicated they let him join, safer in Iraq than in the town, street wise and smug they think, he might could home with a purple heart, he might come home in many parts

The paparazzi lights, they shoot tonight, hasn't sunk in, all the easy killing, the souls that now follow, the moment is shallow, two days time he’ll be alone, no cause no orders to follow, isolated forgotten a number, he’s back on the medication, it’s short term they say, but they invent new medicine, they invent new diseases by the day

Johnny cash and his angels, look down on this strange situation, they pump you full of gas, then let you go full blast, in some far off destination, away from harm that’s local only, they think of themselves pure and holy, what if you kill someone else, we've tribunals’ and stuff, for those type of situations, the voice of reason, facing total obliteration

Many disasters later, obese and pumped up, needs a lift to get out of bed, needs electric shock to wake him up, swears how great the nation is, they keep the pension topped up, independence day they wheel him out, he waves the flag till his arms had enough,  not a prayer or a thought, for the lives destroyed, the children left distraught,

Selling doubt doesn't seem so bad after all.