Man from the Sky

taken on a clear sky day, a cloud drifted over, look closely, what do you see, amen

Perversion

The Perversion

The legacy of evil has reached a peak, and it ain’t going any higher, the cries in the hearts of true love, are being heard in all the right circles, no time to abandon faith time to act out wisdom, the orchestraters of evil the mind benders, the fallen angels and their wicked schemes, have reached the evil peak and it’s permanent hell for all those involved, their callous supporters and their associates better prepare for the torment that is their future, from this day moment forward for all eternity, it’s game over for this lot and their efforts to control, and using children and the emotional tab is rock bottom, it’s going to be paradise for the real believers and a mixture of shame and punishment for the remainder, the legacy of deceit corruption and moral decay has stirred up God Most High, rejoice if you believe as these words are spoken, amen.

Using former child stars to excite and confuse young children, the perversion that is idol worship and abuse of minds, the worst form of tactic in trying to control the growing mind, watch the world shine, amen

Poisoning the Airways

Poisoning the airways

Poisoning the minds

It’s accountability time

Man tells honest story

State goes into attack mode

The truth doesn’t matter

Damage limitation exercise

They search for anything

Hoping for the worst

They manufacture evidence

Hope to stop the outpouring

God appears in the Sky,

Sends storms and more,

They are listening now,

Poisoning the world,

Poison the child,

They’ll soon fill with hate.

Well God Most High isn’t impressed,

Truth serum global change outlook

All over the entire world,

This has been the status,

Control control control,

Well that plan is as they say,

All, over over over, amen.

Wisdom on Thursdays

It’s the same with the wine, you get used to hearing, inexperienced you rely on the opinion of others, reminds me of the formed opinion, propaganda for short if it’s misleading, enlightening if it’s purely honest, half truth is about as useful as a bucket with a small hole in it, it’s still a bucket, you can fill it up, but nothing will remain, useless in the event of a fire, purely a façade, belief in God Most High, was for many an empty bucket, as media moguls and others, played down the impact of the divine, promoting the excess’s of human nature, not the success’s of human nurture.

Eventually, with pressure and interference in news matters, the creation of catastrophe, it was almost easy to believe in No God, well if you check the picture, you’ll see this is totally wrong. Happy Christmas to all who believe in doing good, and encouragement to those who need a shove. The gift of eternal life, is probably the greatest gift of all. Passing on the love is the secret in getting there, amen!. Of course if you have a picture, i.e, the man in the sky, it’d be good to pass it on, promote it, that’s why it’s there

Be Inspired

What interest had they in love, don’t loot, yeah,

Just a few ideas to hurry you all along, and

Encouragement for those who had it hard, amen.

Better World

Gifts for a better New Year

1. pray, you will be helping yourself, your family, and God
2. avoid exposing children to violence
3. children imitate your words, if they curse, it’s usually you they hear first

and it’s terribly unfair on a little one, when they are critised later for doing what they have been shown or exposed to. They weren’t born that way!.

4. buy flowers occasionally for another, they’ll smile all day wondering!
5. don’t get drunk in front of your children, it’s not cool, and it’s shit judgement and hugely unfair, they’ll find out for themselves
6. don’t go from A to B as if you are a robot, the stuff in the middle of the sandwich is what makes it interesting.
7. write a prayer, that is good for everyone, and put yourself last.
8. God Most High is very real (check the picture in the sky, it’s real)
9. Love is central to a healthy you, it’ll save you a fortune in counselling fees if you practice.
10. turn off the news regularly, blank it out, tomorrows news will worry you anyway and if you want to get over something, say a prayer, it always helps.
11. do one act of pure charity every four days, and write it down, it’ll make you feel good about yourself when you read it back.
12. listen to music every day, not the head banger stiff, rhythm music.
13. visit a bookstore occasionally, you don’t have to buy anything, you’ll get ideas.
14. don’t be tempted by bargains, it’s all there online anyway, and cheaper too!
15. the happier you are, the less you need.
16. best pension plan is a happy family.
17. learn to escape your families prejudices, we all have some, unavoidable.
18. Be patient with everyone, try it, it catches on, eases everyone around you.
19. don’t stress yourself with pornography, it’ll ruin romance for you.
20. stop looking at the other sex with intent, we have all been brain washed. 
21. propaganda is used daily, to confuse you and hide truths.
22. Love is the only intangible substance of interest to God Most High.
23. we are all from the sun, we are supposed to shine, just remember it.
24. all religions praise God Most High, God Most High detests hatred of any type, so don’t hate, even when you are upset. If you can’t forgive, you can’t love.
25. This life is not the end of the journey, Heaven does exist, the picture in the sky, is the absolute proof you’ll ever need. Print it off, put in on the wall, in the bathroom, everywhere you can, your life will improve for it, and your
26. The best dreams fill the world with love hope courage and commitment.
27. God sends blessings out everyday, but you have to have soul to receive them.
28. Young folks are supposed to get it wrong, don’t be a told you so type, help.
29. wisdom has to be learned, and experience of others is a good reference point.
30. remember the great people who have gone before us, they took risks for you.

Mother's Nature

Mother’s nature is mothers nature, a mothers nurture everlasting, from the cradle to the grave, mother is always there, and we wonder who mother nature is, it’s the nature of love, and the way mother’s are treated sometimes, controlled and sexualised almost everywhere, you wonder why we worry about mother’s nature or mother nature, it’s that simple, God Most High is wisdom personified, no flaws no over reaction, the patience the goes on forever almost, till the seeds mother nature are left with, don’t produce the love we need to survive, so what are you going to do about it, since we have turned it into a lottery, a game of chance, what was divine selection we turned into a joke, well, the man in the Sky, check it out again, assumes otherwise, and being God, he always lets us understand the predicament we are in, so let’s put mothers nature top of the three again, put a smile on the face of love, let mother nature shine again, well you can’t be measuring her by the size of whatever your looking at, it’s not her heart your seating, but the other impulse you have, don’t need to go into detail, but everyone understands the consequence here, and God Most High is on his game again, as the picture in the Sky says, amen. 

Story of Christmas, part 1

“THE STORY OF CHRIST”

Much has been written about the sources of life on this planet. More has been written about the life of the one known as “Jesus of Nazareth”. Given the state of the world today and the many religious wars fought, either protecting it or promoting it, religion that is, a better understanding of Jesus is needed more today than ever before. Many prophets exist today, preaching and predicting. Condoning and conditioning, their own understanding of “Jesus Christ” their attraction, each one having a leaning towards a philosophy, none of them it seems able to offer an unbiased vision of Jesus, as a kind forgiving and sometimes angry man or woman perhaps, who lived to love and protect the most vulnerable, but all the time willing to see the good in everyone, even in the most difficult of times.

In a world torn apart by a mixture of greed lust apathy paranoia and fear, it is time that we put an end to the mess, and got ourselves singing off a familiar hymn sheet, so that we can follow a future that does not consist of global destruction by means of chemical, atomic, or human means – disease. As many prepare, to celebrate the birth of the Holy One, and there are prophets too, all divinely sent, it’s timely, to put in perspective, what the season means in it’s correct context, not the shopping experience, we have turned it into.

Great changes are afoot, we have witnessed the turmoil globally these last seven years, which has been a permanent feature, for many unfortunates, for far too long. Christmas, is the celebration of Love, and the birth of the redeemer, the one who died for us, and was resurrected again, by divine means. God is watching us closely, hoping, (and we have proof positive of this,) that we put into every day use, the gift given freely, to everyone of us. If it’s just a question of accumulating, this life gift, will account for no more that an extended shopping experience, as we are so good at promoting. The picture in the Sky, is possibly, the last post from a Heavenly father, check it out and pass it on, it just might save us, amen.

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.

Divine Intervention- Second Helpings

Second helpings

The first cover was so well attended, God Most High has, with generous spirit, decided to serve second helpings of justice, the special affects dinner that has no limits in it’s cuisine offering. For those of the gluttonous nature, who love to use toe rags, who despise the poor, are connoisseurs of conceit and abject cruelty, who are far beyond normal and decent living, we have added a few choice dishes to the menu, but we don’t want to soil your under garments, as you wet yourself with excitement or spoil your avarice appetite, we don’t want to  disappoint you either, that would be unfair. But those throughout the world, who planned the downfall of all that is good, we have come up with a very special new offering, that will appease your unlimited need for power and control, the mercy burger. Full of your bad seeds, this special dish will appease your unsustainable lust for supreme human beings, a rather delicate dish,

That appeals to those who need young virgin spices, to give them that pep in the step as they say, grand dad did I see you running after that little one, hahahaha you dirty devil, hahahaha, this dish is served in very select places, across the globe, in very secure and private places, that only the seriously corrupt and wicked have understanding of, and many with huge reputations have been blackmailed from. The string of boutique hotels, those dainty places, staffed by your prior victims, who themselves have become addicted to your tastes, is all yours for ever and ever. God Most High wants you to understand, that he was so taken by your choice menu, that he has drawn up a list of the chief organisers, planners and facilitators, and intends to  let you have his opinion, as he is a foodie as well.

Did I do that right

Nelson Mandela is at the table with St. Joseph, Peter reads back the press release to them.

Nelson says

“that is so cruel brother, you should invite all the others involved as well!”

St. Joseph, revitalised by the presence of Nelson in heaven, adds:

“too limited, I agree with Nelson, we ought to invite the elite with them, after all, they all work hand in hand”

“I suppose” moans St.Peter, who has to type out the menu again.

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.

Being Lucky

Does it matter where you come from, or is it in the rearing as not everyone turns out the same, it’s a question of wisdom, nothing else, so before you remind yourself of every prejudice out there, the Irish and British have got over it as they say, and the one thing they had in common is a common faith that is without prejudice that comforts them, Belief in God Most High and the existence of evil. It’s the rearing of the children that leads to better generations of people, and in a nutshell, the current state of the word is down to the quality of the seeds we reproduce, ourselves basically, we are watering the whiskey for far too long, it’s called the genetic affect and they have proved this in the pharma and medical industries, it’s not a question of who what or where you are from, the colour of the sin, even religion, it’s a question of, if you love or don’t, and the Irish seem to do it well, and having withstood 700 years of freedom fighting, we have practice as they say. So in a nutshell, we pass on our experiences, and why this is so important, is that we can actually improve things, by being aware of the experiences we  pass on, and it’s something great mothers do well, I’m not partisan in any regard, but I know the value of a great mother, and that makes me lucky for being irish.

The Guitar Man

The love of the world is the heart of God, and when we love, God grows happy.

Sometimes it’s overwhelming, bizarre, but nothing in this world can be more

Pleasing, that feeling, the heart ache, it means your living for all the right reasons,

You feel the pain, you encounter joy, and reach places, that are unforgettable, and feelings that you dream of. Children are the biggest love pools out there, and when they fill with love, they shine, light up, watch the eyes of a happy child and the

Feeling of pure joy, and the tears God sheds, which is sun light. It gets better,

When you stay in the zone of love, God doesn't ignore you, he ensures you

The company of angels, and your progress matters, cause God is all that is divine,

And Love is the only intangible that matters at the end of the day, as you put your

Head on the pillow, never alone even if you’d feel alone, you rest with the angels, and boy does that feel real damn good, try is sometime and prepare to be surprised. I have and it’s out of this world, just don’t forget to clean up as they say.

all saints

We all believe in something, usually something insane. Rarely something worth believing in. The latest teen idol if your under 16, the next elvis, the colour scheme in the house, the clothes you wear, says something about us. Is their Christian belief in all of this. It all says something about us. Is their a Christian belief in all of this, or are we missing something, we all have beliefs, God Most High the choice here today, but so many, what is there to believe in, if you’re a starving child with an empty tummy, a voter seeking an honest politician, an  aids sufferer without access to decent affordable health care, My politician is a good one, he knows how to respond to a contribution. The roll call of idols we look up to in our day today affairs is surprising.

There’s an idol for everyone, the TV star, the football player, and the image they create for us, images so carefully crafted by professional advertisers, advertisers who care less about you and me, and only value money.

These same image creators would sell us satan, provided he paid them, I have no doubt they already have, surprised. Today is all saints day, rekindling belief in ourselves and those around us, I call it the day we remember the great people, who in their own way, had led us to this day, directly and indirectly, and the sacrifices they made for all of us. To believe in something and someone greater than yourself, is usually a belief, that comes through ignorance of your own self worth.  

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!”.

eyes wide shut

Void in the heart, a hole in your finances, a marriage break up, what are your chances, of finding true love again, when women are itemized, children are sexualized, and your measured by the material, and not the character within. Up and down sweet breasts sex appeal ooze, youth filled with images of desire, I guess it’s the same for most of us, how can true love find root, if all I do is measure you, ask you to get a plastic surgery procedure, cause all I’m being sold is doubt. Doubt raises fear forces emotions, join this group or face isolation, children are now targets of such extremes, it’s not religious difference, it’s only business and it deceives. Circles of trust breached and misused, the Judas within us and that false pride, my appearance matters most the mirror says, my friends desert me when my thoughts stray, can’t be losers they might need help, they form charities to calm themselves, picture in the paper take a bow, it changes nothing system of evil grows. And you think I write to amuse myself, well if you saw the cloud, you’d get down on your knees and ask for help, and forgiveness for allowing the destruction of love on earth. Watch the numbers appear and appear, cause something very original and divine, is happening and it’s going to happen everywhere, bar a few places where love is still the basis of most relationships, not that property and image is ever more important, to any one of us, choke over your cornflakes and chuckle. It’s my job to look this way, it’s my what Asks God Most High, to whom you all pray, big surprise on the radar, hope the bunker is water tight, anyone with a sense of humor out there. I just don’t like the way they started to sexualize the young children, it began with the elite, they could afford to hide it, passed on to the wealthy, old habits began to be shared, like very young children, then porn became mainstream as women were contained, till it spread to the internet and every user therein, you didn't look, call your psychiatrist you’re in denial, but now we have very young teens looking around, and the next step is the one that has broken the camels back, the very little children are becoming the victims of the children we tried to protect, and that’s when love ends, and we are not too far away from that..it wasn't my problem either,..well open your eyes as they say. Or like Stanley Kubrick tried to explain before me died suddenly, we all have our eyes wide shut…

Petition to God Most High

World of institutions, many political minded, self promotion and control guided, the truth  a stranger, cover up the principal, habits passed to children,  titans flourish with the treachery they achieve, voids in the hearts of everyone, true love as rare as bees, welcome to the world dear friends, coffee this morning tastes better, than it has done for years. Over the decades people tried, made known the abuses, many of them their reputations destroyed, stopped to discourage the wave of truth, knowing the danger many walked on, afraid to intervene, but the stream was strong the brave worked on, taking the lives of great souls, martin luther king just one of their kind, the example to accompany them.

Under fire the universal church kept hoping, in their ranks many Judas types within, joined the ranks of the evil heathen, damaging all this time, appeasing powerful regimes

Even supporting them, opposite to the works and teachings of the prophets, doing their best to create hatred between men. Faith under such pressure waned, trust in hope and true love dived, cover ups exposed many years later, too late to amend what was going on, as those with the power built higher walls, their secret societies killing truth with a whim, only business I heard them say, they also killed love on sight, that is what the truth is, curtailed the careers of the brave, this is the story of the world, as far as I know, and it’s the legacy passed to children worldwide, fear. I’ve seen the cloud many divine events, came face to face with existence of God, asked my conscience what was going on, found the answers and wisdom too, saw the difficulties faced when disasters occurred, many of them man made to create the emotional flood, caught the attention of the divine listeners as well, and this was repeated time and time again, in order to get the righteous prayer, and access to the immortal and merciful God, who wondered at it all, unable to understand the evil going on, as more and more souls lost faith, it must have seemed like a job done, in the boardrooms of the secret corporations, that only praised the money idols and hated love. God Most High who listens to the petitions made in the name of the son, listen again to the tyrants who created the mess we are all living in, is it not time to act, if only for the sake of children growing up ,if only for the seeds of love to take a hold , you have the power to do all that, so turn them into babbling fools like before, pour out your wisdom from the divine store, set fear into the hearts of the evil doers, you mighty signs keep them aware, of the judgment the pain and the suffering that awaits them, perhaps this tactic will force them to change course, redeem the world with love, the whole and only reason for life on earth, creating  love by birth deed example and sacrifice, how else can we pass on good and great example to all young, they emulate the habits of those around them. children suffer from the example around them, children with no dream or father figure,  impossible almost to rear a child safely in a world like that, neither can mothers the world over, succeed safely in the role they are charged with.

The evil doers and titans, must to taken out of circulation, take us from the brink, the world is getting nearer day the day,  going over that proverbial cliff is the work of the evil doers, it’s your call God Most High, throw your protective shield around every good man woman and child, keep them from the clutches of those who destroy, show the world one great example of your might and power, in the hope that they may fear you, then decide to work harder at making it an earth that is safe to inhabit. the whistle blowers struggle, isn’t it time to take it serious, before things get worse the world over, as the prophets and Jesus said all those years ago, petitions made in his name, are heard in the heavens above where it matters, how can you the greatest father, allow this world go from disaster to disaster, while looking on from a distance, Celestine told us it was time to speak out, the souls of the cathars believed in your order, so if you expect those who try to glorify your name on earth to succeed, it’s time to get involved Dear God, and do something fast like change the world order, amen.

mobiles

(south pacific song..there is nothing like a dame...hum this tune at the beginning...get you in the mood)
there is nothing like a mobile phone, nothing in the world, there is nothing like a phone, when your sitting
there all alone, wondering who to contact with, it fills your head with all sorts of ideas, and fills your heart with very strange plans, in a famine or a war it's good to have it close to you, that warm piece of plastic, that mobile don't feel very elastic, even if it's often the only friend you have, and now that the government is spying on you, your not alone so alone anymore, so don't feel bad. every thought idea hope aspiration, even love, can be fed to you, on a menu of your choosing you think, if your willing to abandon all faith in people, and place it with your mobile. imagine this, phones mobiles internet access spying and they can't afford to deal with the basic issues,  the sexualisation of children,  abuse of the female form, food for the hungry, and the safety of whistle blowers. i recall a time not so long ago, when the folks who tried to prevent the war in Iraq, were demonised, many had their careers destroyed, freedom fries, i dont suppose you want to be reminded, and the hundred thousand or more souls who died in the intervening time, on account of the terrible events. we made a mistake is not the words that come to mind. it's Syria's urn now i suppose, well it's going to end in ashes, and the same folks who fought against the war in Iraq, are now encouraging violence again, what goes on keeps going on, well. till the God Most High, turns out the lights, i guess we'll get a few warnings, as they say in Texas, don't throw away your mobile yet...is that a drone i see before me, come let me clutch thee and blow..boooom, peace in the U.S. starts with an explosion many thousands of miles away, big bang....there goes daddy and his children, ...sorry about that..who keyed in those co-ordinates..we'll blame that whistle blower...can anyone stop telling the truth for awhile...

another honest man revealed..wow..manic monday

Another manic Monday,  Washington,  truth has escaped again, where has it gone.

Is it the wedding feast of the lamb. Pandemonium a word you don’t hear too often.

describes the mind of the controlling set, they are about to get seriously upset, amen. God Most High is at it again, David has conquered Goliath, read on, or pop a few more valiums, or whatever is the medication you are on, bullying, abusing, whatever. If you think parenting skills will save you, the german high command of world war two, felt the same way too, and deemed great respective parents as well.

Triumph of truth over fear, new revelations appear, man with a conscience, on the run again, from who you might ask, those that prefer to hide behind organization, not unlike those old roman legions, well organized amid confusion, stole a march on the so called heathen,  ceasar’s palace no longer a safe haven, as the truth gets an opening, the light that breaks through, the power of an eternal God, who gives wisdom to prophets, warns us of the hell that awaits us, unless we mend our ways in private, not the spin that we often argue.

many wars unnecessary, millions living in abject poverty, not our problem I hear you say, tell that to the mothers, may I remind you, he hears every thought as well, stomach cramps.

United Nations world bank titan corporations, game is up, the time of the Lord has arrived, justice will be served in fine detail, like a five star meal you so often enjoy, with service only a lawyer could dream up, like those special insurance contracts,  didn’t know you could get cover for that.

Dismantling a system takes time, ask your local nuclear power plant operator, too many innocent people mixed up in it, unaware of the conspiracy going on, behind the scenes the click of a dream, evil ones can be turned into babbling minds, it’s happening globally for all to see, large numbers of respected folk, making complete fools of themselves, waking in the middle of the night, bodies covered in sweat nightmares coming through, seeds they sowed prove an easy harvest, weeds aplenty hope renewed, the day of reckoning is upon us.

many reputable people their character destroyed, so many the world has already forgot, be glad if you are one of the few, God Most High hears every call, and his wisdom is greater than biggest computer on view, most powerful weapon in the entire universe, truth, sad that we try to contain the view, rather than learn from the past, like the day they assassinated Che Guevara, Martin Luther king, burned Joan of Arc alive at the stake, butchered the Cathars of France, all those centuries ago, the mindless war in Iraq, the demonization of many nations, cause they didn’t agree with your view. Long live the truth and protection Lord please, to all on the planet, who try to promote all that is good, no matter what religion race or sect they represent. Thankfully, this game of chess, where the heart strings were pulled and jerked about, so abused by those in the know, who used secret knowledge to built empires and all that sort, no longer curries favor in heavens view, a long time coming as BobDylan would say, a hurricane, get used to it, but the truth stands out, like running water in a desert, and it’s arrived in such a way, that those who tried to undermine wisdom, are going to have an eternal view, of the hardship and despair they sowed. Having seen the cloud, the changing sky, the lifting up of new voices, not to mention the many miracles and there’s been a few, the efforts of governments to hide the truth, chaos that is more a pandemic than the pornographic rage that fills the minds of so many, in particular the young, it’s there in black and white, the internet was the final frontier, and the numbers don’t lie ask your bank manager if your unsure, or those who collect internet data, even they can’t come to terms with, the addictive nature of the human mind created, what do you think is going to be the outcome, to all this, a minority report, just kidding, perhaps Tom Cruise was right, women are from mars, men are from some other planet, captain kirk and spock, imagine having to rely on an alien for wisdom, and you thought you were  so clever, when the truth was presented to you in black and white, print.

whistle blowers anonymous

Chemically thirsty he’s only thirty and it’s allowed, says so on the packet loosing your manhood they said, loose it no more a few of these and it’s cured, purely an accident but the chemists called themselves hero’s, think of all the love they created, he’s getting babe time again despite being near old age. ain’t no drug for love though that they can’t work out, if they could make a fortune the ecstasy brigade tried that, well if it stops you worrying about now, it’s as close to love as most people ever get, the troubles of the world are no more, you found what was missing from you life, can’t think of anything at all in the morning, you drop a few pills boy are you glad, the evening comes  you’ve been having the same conversation for years, rather than make the effort or such you drop a few pills more, and wonder at the magic between your legs. Suddenly your going prescription shopping both of ye that is, both well and truly addicted and the money is not as good as before. He runs faster the injection they gave him, the attention that comes with winning encourages him ever more. So what is your addiction love has left a hole in your heart, are you one that stayed home after you saw the great lark, a cattle mart a sale a look is all you need, up and down to the side and back leaving the eyes till last, knowing that you don’t want to share your heart, purely there to fill the space that helps you get over everything, done you buckle up she looks for her bra, your both soon back on your feet, strangers once you leave the room no second looks just satisfaction assumed, the drug will last awhile till you need more so you go and get it…then it gets dirty as you rise up the ladder, you’ve been compromised so often you don’t know where to look, promotions gather momentum you can’t believe your luck, two steps from the directors chair and it’s all moving in one direction, things are up and you still laugh about those things you got away with, one night your top of the world your untouchable you think it’s what people say, in your arrogance you believe it there is nothing that will get on your way…looking down it’s busy and a run around people chasing ladders others facing despair, loathsome you think how awful it is to be poor you suddenly think, then you break into a conceited smile thinking of the off shore account, they can’t get you your too far away from there. Politics they keep on pushing you filling your head making you think, yes I am I am invincible I am the king, women everywhere,

It’s about to come tumbling down on you, the foundations you laid were full of deceit and corruption, the company hits hard times you don’t have an answer for it, your exposed, and all the tight secrets you kept the women of young age and those others, for the closet never closes it’s just waiting for the soul inside to get out…whistleblowers need protection, from whom do you mind me asking, cause whose afraid of the truth, everyone it seems, time to set up a self help group, lets call it whistle blowers anonymous...