We have forgotten how to fly and how we used to fly here there and everywhere, until our wings were taken and we were controlled and made slave within the borders and taxed until the very life ran out of us. And whether it was free or buried in the ground it was fair game for them to rape and pillage until our souls went to sleep in the deep mire of it all.
Fractious is any awakening and painful with clipped wings or wings torn out by the roots; and the ignorance of so many saying it is evil to fly shrivels up any hope, and preached too by the religious babblers from their darkness who tore out their wings long ago to be replaced by the book of mindless drivel; and if God is offended by anything I say then that God must be a small god, perhaps even as small as a bigot.
And don’t ask me to join you in some mercenary agreement to sell this stuff to the nation who were sold out long ago, I’d rather be in the dunes an outcast than a king deposed and selling his soul.
The old world thinking is dying and those who choose to stay in it will find themselves out of time and place and will increasingly be seen as dinosaurs of a system that is not wanted and no longer works in a world that has no place for it.
The world is divided up into segments for the elite to parcel out their wares. It is time to make it whole again and so from the ashes come those who would fly and reclaim what has so long been forgotten.
The ones who control know this and use it to their advantage to make a more closed society where surveillance is sold as safety but is really only another form of control by fear, and slowly, bit by bit, freedoms are lost to be replaced by rules and laws that confine the spirit into submission, and those who fight back are labelled, criminalised and imprisoned or murdered.
And over there, where Christian dinners are not served, a thousand tiny children are being dismembered by the force of the religious God-machine that blows them to bits in the name of peace and prosperity or some other reason they dredge up and vote for.
Another blow for freedom the newspapers will say while the TVs will show the politicians laughing faces eating their Christmas dinners and pulling crackers of delight that burst like tiny bombs in their pea sized mentalities where their egos rule as huge as the monster their shadows can’t hide.
“Eat up, fill your bellies, we are the elite,” the elite say. “And God is always on our side, isn’t he, as we bomb and pillage our way over the Earth.”
It has to be said that madness walks the Earth in more forms than can be counted. There is more evil among us than we can get rid of with protests...
Criminals tell us what to believe while the suicide bombers come from the shadows...
Fake news abounds...And so much more, there is not enough breath to say.
And yet, in all the disinformation of the politics they propound, there is a sanity that is not part of the plan, one that calls from within.
All is make-believe and illusion so don't look there, for what is real cannot come from the minds of the scaremongers, it comes from the deep silence of the heart where the ghost dance goes on under that moon of understanding.
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