Around and around they go. Playing marionette to higher political forces. He’s right. No, he’s right. Even if they should fall upon a truth or rightness, it’s hollow. A half truth. But half is better than none they think. They avoid life’s glances. They believe they can out sneak reality. Whether recognized or no, that which goes on above and beyond them pushes forward with its agenda. These self same folks will be on their knees, crying and bewailing their fate. A web of their own weaving. A net
We all went on a little get away. A little swimming, massages, gaming and game room. yada blah de ay. Decided to go to the mall. Haven't been to one in a coons age. Growing up in Pennsylvania, I had access to one of the first malls in the states. Thought the kids would enjoy the experience. We do live in BumFuck Eqypt. Oh yeah, we're recluses. HA! They were hosting a large haunted house of which we attended. That, we thoroughly enjoyed. Funny, going through the haunt, I noticed that the actors,
Speaking of the Hopi. They gave you all the symbols and imagery, prophesied the meaning of the second World War and its Hero. Another war to end all wars. HA! They, of ancient origins themselves, pointed the way to humanity. The great, True White Brother, bearing his specific piece of the keystone, is what the Hopi longed for and anticipated. The cycle complete. The future, a far more enlightened future. Their holy men were completely aware, far more than any majority, its implications. Chanting
Speaking of incarnations, avatars, Krisna or Budha or Christ(Christos) the seventh principle. Are there lower or even higher initiates? Unseen or unheard of? What about those who seemingly suffer humanities ration of shit for some pie in the sky vision. Have we always crucified our real heroes? How do these Gods become what they are? Why are they so special? What compels them, of whatever grade, to continually contaminate themselves by associating with men. Well, I'm glad you asked.
Wood and more wood. Saw down the wood. Saw up the wood. Split the wood. Stack the wood. Clean the saw. I said, clean the saw. Again. Refuel, refuel and refuel. Sharpen the blade, again and again. Fill splitter with hydraulic oil. Lots of oil. More and more oil. 12 bucks a pop for a gallon. Oil that is. Oh, another leak.
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