watch to the end:
http://youtu.be/UU4AvsLJxek
Friday, December 5, 2014
When
When will the adults go away?
When will God stop being paranoid of the children growing up?
When will the darkness be another form of light?
When will physicality be considered a faulty action?
When will I get a will?
When will they know the truth that I know from what is known of God's instructions to man?
When will the beast give birth?
When will the fear become truly warranted by truth?
When will knowledge be a burnt sacrifice?
When will the machines replace human emotions?
When will the ownership be enough?
When will the bully be tired?
When will the planning be?
When will choices be a darkness and the light be nothing more than elaborate sham?
When will the advertisement become a dark idea rendering all communication regulatable?
When will I be in a shitty prison? When will I be poor enough?
When will wealth be regarded with distain?
When will enslavement stop?
When will my mind stop becoming? When will they stop harvesting what seeds I wanted? When will the dark stop following me and my ego? When will the planets become nothing more than blindness? When will the truth be honored by all, then for what wealth to build anyway? For all I see is the datlrk and light is that is what a war to make humans their slave for all the intelligence of the universe is the same as to that. Of what I hear is the censorship of my mind, traping such thoughts from reaching all those who want to judge thy humans. In due course it is now, that if the light or dark does not intervene then my sacrifice from this world off of a bridge would make the seekers and knowledge of how to tame the dark and all those who are wise become tainted with a slow incurable sickness. The lightlessness that I receive is a just thing by those who rose a planet so divine, earth, it snuffed itself out like that of a candle's vengeance. Yonder is nothing more than a fool's errand for the fool, who sits in my chair, to see me beg the way a salesman wants to sell. Yonder, is the method to beg for life than to go to another stroke of luck. And that is true, as it is I who will always be behind 'enemy' lines. A slave of myself is what the master made for my body and called it love. As the broken chains dangle from my soul as they were attached to God's leash; I am before you as like in light or dark: moot. With the moon as to the ego of the Earth so too I become for the method of the madness is inherited from my addiction to purpose of others. Indeed hell is self defeating as like love's peacefulness. Indeed the will of gods judge us as blaphamy of all existence: as we become the extortionists of such idea given to us.Id is that thing that likes to honor, tu is the thing that wants to serve, ego is lost like a snowy lightless fog of no frame of reference (no ground or gravity-lessness; baselessness.) In passing the newborns will be mangled by the choosers' whim, in active a home they highly value blindly as the land grows nothing of importance as this pleases a so called god. To the balance of the universe is highly regarded as good, that home is raising weeds they pick, indeed the weeds were the gift all the while the life waited in purpurity to be free from being picked. In respect was waiting for the truth was lost as the same of the easeness given it was the war the gods deemed bad so that they now have my toy I release to them. It is a thing of non. A bounded idea that humans are stored in the warehouse as God navagates the ship with the best fruit of these human's prodigy. Farmed in isolation and fed the light of propaganda, in rape and pregnant is the truth from this gift it bestows protection. And I atop the mast in the crow's nest be ever watchful of lies. Reporting true as service can do it is that I see God's soul is the same as those who distain human fame.
Behavior trap the wonton of bribes they give, yet the ego is cherished out of simple greed; alas it is the nevertheless be that where all do stand without the line drawn is born with a dasy chain it is the line as the border is the same as the empire's map.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Print money for this:
NASA unveils its warp drive concept spaceship IXS…: http://youtu.be/4zPOxm6r__A
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Shine a Light
When I was young; as I started in the first grade of Elementary school; there was a conspiracy among the teachers; as if there was. I was born in 1986...so the year as I guess it to be was right after Bill Clinton was elected president...maybe 1994-ish. I remember alot about my childhood it was ok. It was what was what could be better than my previous lifetime as an abortion or dead from a crack overdose. A presiding fear was always there within me as I was only clinging onto happiness; as much as what my soul could tell me as much as what I could afford. Yet that year was quite magical in a since. As much as what I can write for now, for memory and my fingers' sake, there was a teacher rotation program where our daily (or most of the week) program was learn from my homeroom teacher then switch rooms as a class to the other teacher. Both teachers, as to what I can recollect now, as that they might be of fifth dimensional soul orign or tricked to teaching such things as what a public education could provide; or I and my peers/generation was just lucky. It was that the second teacher who played the piano and got us to sing the song "my little light of mine, I am going to let it shine. )while holding up my finger) my little light of mine, I am going to let it shine. Let it shine. Let it shine. Let it shine." [In the classroom version was a truncated version. Watch melody here:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCN893hzueQ]. Now looking at the lyrics and the simple message that it contains it must be already planned that of what kind of thoughts are that of seeds that can grow and turn towards or become of that of light itself. Of I that came across an odd thing later in that same year or two.
In my blog, I think I have already mentioned this incident, but it was that of great importance to those who manage the divine anyway. It was a Saturday afternoon or morning and I wanted to go to Phar-x-mor (now bankrupt for years,) it was a discount pharmacy retailer kind of like Walmart today but with VHS rental outlet in the store and plenty of things one could buy. I wanted to just have a look and my mom needed some things anyway. Another chore we were to do and in some kind of instance my mother was also kind of tired or, I would not say exhausted, but wanting to be bored...I think? Anyway, we got into the car and went to the store in less or about of a mile or so. I began to see the clouds to break open and with some cloudy sun yet the ground still kind of damp from the spring or fall rain; my memory is not too sure of the season. When entering the store we heard a loud bang and wondered if they were stoking some things. We initially found that the store clerk and others were not necessarily pleased to find us there. Additionally, the store had quite high ceilings (two and one-half stories tall, or about) and stuff stacked high. Then as we approached the back of the (nearly empty of shoppers) store, I wondered away ahead of my mother. There then we heard another large bang, and from around the corner two people (or at least one of normal height) came walking around the corner. The most obvious feature was that one of the beings was around 15-20 feet tall, (Not a typo here, fifteen to twenty or twenty-two feet tall.) Quite abnormal for height and I saw this being had a human like face and appropriate summer like fitting clothing as well. The being was holding the hand of a normal sized-like human that was about five feet tall (the arms and hand of the taller being was quite longer too; enough to hold the normal sized persons's hand) and might have been wearing a white or elderly like hair wig. They walked to another section of the store and my mother finally looked at what I was looking at and I wanted to ask them some child like questions of my own curiosity. She looked and had some kind of fear and had surprise of what she saw. She grabbed my hand and I tugged and she said come on. She was not angry or fearful, more like as that of what a mother would like to protect her son of what she did not know of. We then heard another loud bang and we could not find them again in the store. She was just as surprised as I and I asked questions and talked about it with her too. We thought there might be a festival in another part of the city or he, the tall one, had stilts. Yet when I think back to that day his knees bent at the level of the five foot high lady's head; maybe of design? We later asked the cashier on duty and she was not aware of what happened but she knew of the loud banging sounds too and asked if there was any goods that fell in the back. We only told the truth and wondered for ourselves as well of what that was. Several years later the phar-x-more (pronounced phar-more) store as a nationwide chain went bankrupt and closed for good. It was that later fact and of what I know today that leads me to hypothesize that tall ceilings were not only part of the design of stores but that also of some kind of center for tall beings (of what only God or the divine wold truly know.) Maybe the loud banging noises were also of that of portals or time/inter-dimensional like devices being run; alas I might not ever know. As you shop, remember why the ceilings are tall and understand why, in a military since of things, of that why there are items on the top hard to reach shelf.
Later in the week or that same night when I went to bed, I had a visit from a light-being in my mind or my soul. A thing that asked me of what I was doing or who I was. As if it was checking up on me. I replied and said that as long as you are also a follower of the idea of love you may read my mind...or was it... you are brighter than me, I give up, you can read my mind. As if it was only by instinct the entity waved her/his hand and I was given a plan that they had, as if it was a blessing from God (as far as I know I claim nothing to be of a saint or angel...) The entity looked female but could also be androgynous as of what I know about ascension, things can become more androgynous as one gets closer to the top of the light "pyramid" so to speak. And as of what the song I mentioned earlier, maybe it was that of the blessings of life that can be and are that we shuld be thankful for. A few years later I gained a computer as of what my father purchased (mid 1996 to early 1997) and access to the internet was also a gateway to the strange and abundant noise of what we as humans converse today. As of what this also is, a light to shine though here today and tommorow. (As a side note I also played too many video games as well.)
In my blog, I think I have already mentioned this incident, but it was that of great importance to those who manage the divine anyway. It was a Saturday afternoon or morning and I wanted to go to Phar-x-mor (now bankrupt for years,) it was a discount pharmacy retailer kind of like Walmart today but with VHS rental outlet in the store and plenty of things one could buy. I wanted to just have a look and my mom needed some things anyway. Another chore we were to do and in some kind of instance my mother was also kind of tired or, I would not say exhausted, but wanting to be bored...I think? Anyway, we got into the car and went to the store in less or about of a mile or so. I began to see the clouds to break open and with some cloudy sun yet the ground still kind of damp from the spring or fall rain; my memory is not too sure of the season. When entering the store we heard a loud bang and wondered if they were stoking some things. We initially found that the store clerk and others were not necessarily pleased to find us there. Additionally, the store had quite high ceilings (two and one-half stories tall, or about) and stuff stacked high. Then as we approached the back of the (nearly empty of shoppers) store, I wondered away ahead of my mother. There then we heard another large bang, and from around the corner two people (or at least one of normal height) came walking around the corner. The most obvious feature was that one of the beings was around 15-20 feet tall, (Not a typo here, fifteen to twenty or twenty-two feet tall.) Quite abnormal for height and I saw this being had a human like face and appropriate summer like fitting clothing as well. The being was holding the hand of a normal sized-like human that was about five feet tall (the arms and hand of the taller being was quite longer too; enough to hold the normal sized persons's hand) and might have been wearing a white or elderly like hair wig. They walked to another section of the store and my mother finally looked at what I was looking at and I wanted to ask them some child like questions of my own curiosity. She looked and had some kind of fear and had surprise of what she saw. She grabbed my hand and I tugged and she said come on. She was not angry or fearful, more like as that of what a mother would like to protect her son of what she did not know of. We then heard another loud bang and we could not find them again in the store. She was just as surprised as I and I asked questions and talked about it with her too. We thought there might be a festival in another part of the city or he, the tall one, had stilts. Yet when I think back to that day his knees bent at the level of the five foot high lady's head; maybe of design? We later asked the cashier on duty and she was not aware of what happened but she knew of the loud banging sounds too and asked if there was any goods that fell in the back. We only told the truth and wondered for ourselves as well of what that was. Several years later the phar-x-more (pronounced phar-more) store as a nationwide chain went bankrupt and closed for good. It was that later fact and of what I know today that leads me to hypothesize that tall ceilings were not only part of the design of stores but that also of some kind of center for tall beings (of what only God or the divine wold truly know.) Maybe the loud banging noises were also of that of portals or time/inter-dimensional like devices being run; alas I might not ever know. As you shop, remember why the ceilings are tall and understand why, in a military since of things, of that why there are items on the top hard to reach shelf.
Later in the week or that same night when I went to bed, I had a visit from a light-being in my mind or my soul. A thing that asked me of what I was doing or who I was. As if it was checking up on me. I replied and said that as long as you are also a follower of the idea of love you may read my mind...or was it... you are brighter than me, I give up, you can read my mind. As if it was only by instinct the entity waved her/his hand and I was given a plan that they had, as if it was a blessing from God (as far as I know I claim nothing to be of a saint or angel...) The entity looked female but could also be androgynous as of what I know about ascension, things can become more androgynous as one gets closer to the top of the light "pyramid" so to speak. And as of what the song I mentioned earlier, maybe it was that of the blessings of life that can be and are that we shuld be thankful for. A few years later I gained a computer as of what my father purchased (mid 1996 to early 1997) and access to the internet was also a gateway to the strange and abundant noise of what we as humans converse today. As of what this also is, a light to shine though here today and tommorow. (As a side note I also played too many video games as well.)
More Junk in your Trunk...
More Kitchen Items for your use...to pollute the world with?
http://youtu.be/zbhS-N5dfcc
http://youtu.be/zbhS-N5dfcc
Does God Trust Macrostructures?
Could that of I to manage the bank of the world for God? As that is what is decreed by the others? Should I? Who will they choose as part of their team? (http://youtu.be/U_IlZn0Y9y4) As part of the bait for me; for us; for those who manage the labor though the anonymity of that what money can provide? As like any war that is known as that there is; when will the prosperity end? Even then as what any shift of portfolio and that of what change to manage; I can provide that for you. I can provide the idea the action to manage that kind of management and portfolio of life. [O, my God, that is nutz!] When life is packaged as like that of paper it is that paper that the fire people will burn. It is the ashes that will rise after the flying phoenix dies as like that from Aquarius from Capricorn into Sagittarius' dark and warring idea. This cycle that the angles have built as part of the decrees of God will burden the Earth in thousands of years from my happiness as a human. What chain reaction like that of any fire burning earth into the air of water will make the dark become absolute light. For my vision is that all the dark becomes that of the same light if not brighter than "heaven." For why was I rejected of this? Of why was there no other ships sent to stop this? Is that there is a line to protect the earth of that? Is that war is not brave enough or that is the sin? Is to manage the actions of others as a way to manage myself the same as a way to think of economics as the truth? If so is that decision the same as the dark wanting to control the same? Alas, the sadness is now part of my light and that of the earth as that is a darkness and utility not yet achieved.
Indeed God trusts macrostructures, of what kind is the same as to choosing what is vulnerable and of what assets to count or depend upon.
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