ST33 ... A small puddle in a crevice of the road
Judgements whipping in, at lightning speed
Business as usual down in the world square, beggars, pimps, believers, saints and wandering tourists. Science is elevating us to the immortal towers of god. Down here the dreams of the crowd remain the same; more comfort, more security. What ever it takes within this frame, what work to exist; time is conspiring near here somewhere.
Masks are marching back, a fever of fear full on, the collection of rules are stepping up to the platform, the whole facade is foaming at the mouth.
It's the game.
We're the pawns, their universal soldiers. STOP, get off the train, it's heading for the ovens.
The modern global takeover by mostly jewish self appointed super rich kings that don't give a damn about jews or any other peoples is happening full speed now. The plan to eliminate most of the useless population and control the world with AI. Don't get fooled into crying conspiracy theorists, anti-semitics, flat earthers or whatever else they want you to condemn and/or be condemned for and by. Stop blaming the russians, the jews, the americans, the chinese, the french, british, canadians, moslems, all the people of the world; brothers and sisters, their money and power means nothing to love………it is those psychopaths, insane phuckers at the top and all their allies that will have to go. Don't be mistaken, there is a cult and they don't need us anymore. They have the machine, they own the machine, they control the machine, we puppets and pawns are obsolete, AI will be the new unemotional obedient slaves.
Educate yourself, watch, read those alternative censored medias, think for yourself, listen, contain judgements for more than a moment or two. Wake up, keep waking up, become aware, don't stop too soon while the train's still moving. Empty your mind, let the earth speak, feel the rains, feel the light, surrender, hear the heart speak.
We the people can win peacefully when enough of us become aware and say no to their plans. It is that simple, stop the agenda, support freedom, truth, love, compassion, empathy. Follow that simple silent voice emanating from that sacred space we call the heart. Be human at all costs before the black and white digital switch consumes us and the vast intelligence thru the heart will be reduced to nothing more than an on off valve. It is up to you, us.
Where i sit here there is a small puddle in a crack of the road off a few meters from my seat where i write from occasionally. By the hard road of gray ancient stone and solidified concrete nothing much changes. The few drops of water reflects the yellow wall across the street. Every time a car, bus, bike flies by the surface reflects the colours and quick shapes into my eyes. The puddle dries somedays and then the road is silent, no movement, no life, vacant adventure. Water is the blood of the earth, it is the foundation of sap and flesh-blood. With out it the earth is still, relative to our time, our moments of existence. I have been fascinated with the reflections and movements of liquid, mostly water in the crevices of the earth, the streets, avenues, roads of man. I find the most unusual shapes and colours painted by the pallets of water and illuminated by the light of the heavens for a few short moments. This is a life i have developed out of nothing but my sincere observations, as i have reflected my souls light into my weary mind thru the sensitive splendour of my heart. This is one of my contributions to humanity for the few moments that i have existed in this realm thru the infinite eons of this universe. It is as meaningful as one observes, for a while and then gone, faded into the everlasting realms of whole-nothingness, the mystery of it all.
Judgements whipping in at lightning speed, almost instantaneous; our science has a few conclusions in this area of speed, but i'm suspicious of everything the mind creates. I don't get any permanent peace of mind from clutching onto any of its ideals…..i just let them ride their course. Like everyone else, i get entangled in the minds conclusions, but i feel alright, even at peace at times when i’m really certain, 'i know nothing'. The grand paradox.
It's a beautiful day, full of sun and a tender breeze, hurricanes along the shore, starving heavens on the horizon, anything you want, don't want, desire, produce, it's all there for the taking. I'm here against a cafe with my thoughts weaving out and in of existence for a moment or two than……nothing, observations without land, easy thought owning nothing, living with no purpose, free, wild and with an inside simple.
I don't know; am i a philosopher, a poet or an artist, a pseudo scientist, a scoundrel, joker or a thief. I like to think sometimes that i'm just a two legged thinker, non thinker, being, landed here from who knows where, with no purpose i'll ever know and no direction definite, and full of awe, most of the time.
I know one feeling that persists is the total pity for the other beings that just can't seem to get it together enough to get along…and quit all the bullshit of what they want to believe is truth. I fall in there also. We don't know, 'thought' is the problem, the 'search' is nonsense, but that is never gonna change, humanity is doomed ultimately, so the best one can do is live with love, caring, as best as one can. Peace of mind can only truly exist when thought and all it's ideals, beliefs, conclusions die to the sacred silence of the heart……that's my belief, the ultimate paradox, and i am not happy with that all the time, but there are moments the mind shuts up long enough to surrender to the heart, love, truth, what ever it wants to call itself at the moment. That’s the best i can do for now. I presume there is a purpose, but i have absolutely no idea what it is..but i can feel it faintly moving around through the breeze through the trees, the waves, those silent moments of no time; i could be mistaken, but i doubt it; we are all just mere mortals, with no way of really knowing anything for certain……reason is a tool of the heart, the sacred intelligence of the mystery, it is a map, not the terrain.
…. we all just need to get used to knowing nothing for certain …. life and love will move much smoother.
Reflections are everything and everywhere from moments of mirrored puddles to conclusions of peace and war, god and dreams. “even the eternal source is a reflection”, a whispering voice echoes.
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