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Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Look up, Look out
I was at a shopping center the other day and saw these toys. Are they preparing for some kind of advanced windfall? I mean I know it is the holiday season, but the types of gifts available are questionable. Is it of that my own logic due to my own death of my body or soul; thus, the alchemical trade is that all must make up for such ideas/ideals? OR, is that of another progression of thoughts and logic that they know (as a diplomatic science between souls (of that is of God's knowledge)) that humanity is "ascending" to some kind of plane of perception? Then, the other question is of what kind leadership should ascending be? What really works in a world when "in God we trust" was printed on every bill? When it is that money and diplomacy and the paranoia of all was that itself the requirement that many in the higher realms do not wish upon the other? What kind of "magic" is the higher relms truly are? Are children told stories of false truths because of the truth itself could render the investment moot? Is it the fear that creates as mootness anyway? I ask as if it is essential to those who want to own humanity, manage humanity, coffer humanity as any other resource for diplomacy? Hark, O herald angles sing; thy newspapers on the corner shout what others would believe because the lawyers and judges would have to as well at the temple of laws. Hark, O herald angles sing; thy priests the people vote upon with counted weights to respect such ideas. Hark, O herald angles sing; that what God allows is that the same that humanity is enslaved with anyway. Hark, O herald angels sing; abandoned angles flock to the worlds beyond in mischief sought. Hark, O herald angels sing; earth renews again for another cycle to harvest the universal blood of light and dark. Hark, O herald angels sing when my body dies to shatter what life God gives; yes, that of my blood swims with darkness and light to craft the weapons that logic and love can only make for all to use. And what ego is that?
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