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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Collective Consciousness


In my own life, and lives of many people that I’ve connected with, there seems to be an incredible upsurge of synchronicities. So if you begin to have an intention about something, you can get a quicker level of manifestation. It’s almost as if the boundary between the psychic and physical is becoming thinner.

It’s becoming more permeable. It’s becoming more subtle.

Apocalypse does actually literally mean revealing or uncovering.  So rather than being destructive, it’s a time when everything hidden becomes revealed. We are at the cusp of a breakthrough to a new form or new level of human consciousness.

And the way I have come to see this period leading up to 2012 is a kind of window of opportunity to catalyze transformation and build a consciousness. Transformation of consciousness is possible, and the transformation of consciousness is already happening to many people around the world at this moment.

How do I know this?


Sunday, June 26, 2011

Welcome To This Perfect World

When I was just seventeen
I ran away from home

To be with all the pretty people
To be on my own

Bright lights and trains
                                                     and bedsit stains

And pavements paved with gold
And I believed in everything that everybody told me

Have mercy
Have mercy on me

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Revolutionary Malpractice

Just a little bit.
Just a little bit.
Rev-o-lution.
Yeah.
Just a little bit.
Just a little bit.
Rev-o-lution.
Yeah.
Half them poets…politicians.
They ain't got no conviction.
They ain't got no predisposition.
Their only revolutionary position
is exactly to become self-crafted caricatures
of the popular expectations of a revolutionary.
And if you punch half them male revolutionary poets

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Corruption All Around Me

This is the nation, the name of the game is mass manipulation
Why does everybodys agenda got hidden strings attached with stipulations?
The globes one big Tootsie Pop, with the people of the world hitting licks
And when they get to the middle they live it up a little but in the end all they got is a stick

Don’t let TV, raise your children, they blaspheme for cash green
Making millions, billions, from foolishness, and killings
What if Kennedy, wasn’t popped by the enemy, in the front seat, would he have been the remedy,
I have the tendency, to grab pitch forks and torches, but for now I’ma let it be
Jesus gonna behead the beast, make the snake grow a hundred legs and run like a centipede,


Friday, June 17, 2011

A Class Divided


Although modern ethics — and a lawsuit happy public — preclude a teacher from doing this kind of teaching these days.

From the vantage point of more than thirty nine years since she first taught her eye-color exercise in discrimination to a third-grade class in Riceville, Iowa, Jane Elliott has learned of the lesson's impact.

Decades after she stopped teaching in Iowa she is still not welcome in the community; in fact, Jane Elliott is still detested by some of the residents as an arrogant, self-centered opportunist who turned against her town and inflicted untold harm on hundreds of Riceville’s children.

Today, Jane Elliott is an internationally known teacher, lecturer, diversity trainer, and recipient of the National Mental Health Association Award for Excellence in Education, exposes prejudice and bigotry for what it is, an irrational class system based upon purely arbitrary factors.

And if you think this does not apply to you. . . you are in for a rude awakening.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

I Am Everyday People


Sometimes I'm right then I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my songs
A butcher, a banker, a drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I'm in
I am everyday people

There is a blue one who can't accept
The green one for living with
a black ones tryin' to be a skinny one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby dooby
We gotta live together

I am no better and neither are you

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Lifting the Veil


The Ultimate Truth behind the obvious physical world is that it is covered by a veil of illusion. This veil keeps people imprisoned in the pleasures and pains of life. Those who are satisfied with prison life should leave the veil alone; this article is written for those who want liberation.

In ancient Jerusalem, the veil of illusion was symbolized by a curtain hanging across the entrance to the Holy of Holies, the inner sanctum of the great temple. The curtain blocked the assembled from seeing the Ark of the Covenant through which Jehovah, God, spoke.

Only once a year was the High Priest allowed to enter and hear the word of God.

In India to this day, in Vaishnava temples, a veil is stretched before the image of Krishna which is located in the garbha, the dark womb of the structure. Only the faithful who sing praises to God for hours are there when the priest suddenly throws the veil aside, revealing the face of God, the Truth itself.

A few moments later the priest again draws the veil across the image of the symbol of Divine Love.


Tuesday, June 07, 2011

The New World Order & The CFR



Take a look at the bottom of this logo, and read the lettering ... "VBIQVE". It is a Latin word frequenctly  found on ancient Roman coins which means, "everywhere".

In its English form it's spelled differently,  "UBIQUE", which is the root word in English for "ubiquitous", which means "everywhere at the same time" or "omnipresent".

The CFR seems to be advertising they have the same "omnipresent" power of God while attempting to spread peace throughout the world on their "white horse."

In this symbolism, I see the false Christ (a.k.a. Antichrist) riding the first white horse of the apocalypse found in the Book of Revelation. The figure is even depicted giving the "Roman Salute", which was later copied by the Nazis.

Sunday, June 05, 2011

Do You Know What I Feel?

I don’t think you know what I feel
I don’t think you know what I feel

You are my shining light

It’s a dark room
but to me you’re a shining light

You are a shining light

I used to be lunatic
But to me you’re a shining light

I used to be all alone