Now that I’ve gotten your attention…
I was thinking when I fell sprawling in bed like a murdered victim, enjoying each final blow slowly sinking into the soft yet firm mattress, just after waking up at five and having spent some time checking the emails when the Internet service farted out its imperfections edging me out of sync like someone having a nicotine itch – I said to myself, heck even if Time had been of the essence, nothing will ever change.
I must be kind to them, maybe by granting the benefit of doubt, they’d crawl even on their bellies like serpents to regain their conscience, and not stomp the earth in pride too much – they will grasp the essence but evolution on this plane takes millennias, don’t they?
It’s byzantine to take the easier way out, not to rant, and sparing the rod to a battered heart throughout the years of living as a being, human – then a leak of ingenuity sprung reminding me the sprockets of the wheel had been part of the Master plan – had humans really wanted to rule the worlds, and the Universe they only had to use their brains for once but I shan’t go there – I shan’t touch that area where sanity is whipped into becoming a pleasure drone and tossed into asylums fit for those who comprehend the least about their very essence of being.
How their need for creating an edifice, a structure compounded themselves into cages – these modern-day Zionists evolved from their limitless perception within their own conditionings of the limited, from the so-called modern world stretching as far as the eye can see in the west, and straight to Goliath’s mouth in the east with barricades set up between New York and Mexico, and Haifa to ancient Jerusalem – and some not too brilliant scientist came up with the idea of spending trillions of dollars sending bots out into space to defy the very existence of the One Supreme Being, if within Earth’s atmosphere they’re incapable of seeing the reality.
They’d boot me into space camp, but the idea of going to a massive red planet is so not in my agenda for the century – let them be awed to the idea that they made it not realizing they’re really inching their way towards their own limited destruction. And some for their powerless edge for whatever plausible reason in saving the rest of humanity clamor for more attention, as if the Planet is dying – the reflectives are showing the world is coming to an end, yet in that minute soap opera, it is – for some whose hearts have been devoid of comfort, of peace.
The massive wheel of dharma spins like the favored at Makkah AlMukaramah, like bees to honey, moths to flames, yet those who perceive not, clamor to educate what is for the common good of humanity according to one’s set of principles conditioned as if the concept of their conditioning is the next best antidote to the problems we have in the world.
Gosh, it’s only a safety-pin for crying out loud – and yet they take it as an act of terrorism! Gees if it had been Plan B, it might re-sync into something else?
We just have to open our eyes to really perceive even if the eyes are asleep that the engulfment of the ubiquitous non-perceived energy wave is going to do to the planets therein their solar system – it will engulf them as do waves in the ocean engulf their lands, from ElNino to Katrina through the Indonesian Tsunami – the answers to all the worlds calamities are here, here, as I point to the heart and within that heart that perceives the very secrets of each perceived apparentness but I promised myself, I’ll keep Pandora’s box secured – they’ll want to pry it open if they’d think its closed but I shan’t for the love of Christ and Mohammad, or Hermes and Zarathustra divulge how and why things are happening in their worlds to begin with when they connive and slander each passing reflectives as if its just an illusion in the engraved tablets of history.
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