Ronco, the greatest wisdom was in the East, not Judaism. That is where Jesus went for 5 years. The bible is about the rebuilding of MAN, us from our ancestor species. It is not about Jesus. It was from ME who Jesus saved you people from the most. I kept bringing this dangerous tech back and it always went wrong in the end. If you are waiting for rapture you are following misconception. If Jesus does come back he will NOT AT ALL be pleased with how far off base the church has gone.

Ronco, are you saying that as human beings we have no self will & can't make any decisions for ourselves????

Again I say we are biological computers. It seems we have lost our ability to
respond or obey commands from our Master. Without this ability we will self destruct.

Thank you darkforrest and midknight. Trust me, I'd rather be a star-spangled glamrocker than make an arse of myself being an unwilling prophet of doom. But after a lifetime of understanding (things like mind is linear thought, emotion non-linear) and two years of intense dreams, I am forced to act to "save my soul" as it were. All the references to "the dead awakening/returning" at the "end of days" most likely means people will start remembering their past lives now- as I am in dreams. Humanity will find that it once had a greater power- a spiritual and scientific power (no, not Scientology)-, and that *gulp* (cries at the laughter at himself) we are not the most advanced "man" that has lived on this planet, but his descendants. We have even found traces (cro-magnon, world pyramids, a split language, similar myths in some places around the world.)
You can give your authority away to the so called experts, or you can learn from their knowledge and make your own choices in the end. But much of the problem in the modern world is our instincts screaming at what we are doing to ourselves and our environment. We are going slowing insane as a species because of this and a modern world filled with not enough time to BE, and way too many intrusions and chains. Humanity needs to take a deep breath and SLOW DOWN, inside and out. It will begin to become evident that we cannot let the present system go on like this. It is an inhuman and unnatural system and we are killing ourselves slowly.
Science does not fully understand some important things- the full nature of gravity among them. They assume astrology can't work and that the relationship of the central massive blackhole to the size of the galaxy is less than it may actually be. These are probably related to the subatomic level of our reality. I'm not trying to get humanity to take that leap of understanding, just to get them to clean up their world and get them to fix the things they know need fixing. Our still young Science is the New Religion and dogma is alive and well in that religion, cloaked in the scientific method. They think our math will solve all the riddles. According to this new religion, you have no soul and what makes you alive are merely axioms firing and secretions.
Not sure you want to hang out on a beach with someone like me. If my words are startling, it is half as much as the inner presence I (and us all) can muster sometimes. Humans have an ability to teach just by their aura. :)

Humility 101: Making An Arse Of Oneself should be a course required at all universities. Experimentation and creativity will smoke any stagnant system in the end. Science takes itself too seriously at times, and is still fighting the church in it's psyche. "Hey Science, you won that war- time to grow up now!" :)

TRH: I don't know if I completely agree with you or not, but your prose is wonderful, you certainly are a gifted Poet. I think that there is not enough rhyming there for the "so called" experts to consider you as mentaly deficient. I am at a loss as I can't spell the latest term for "multiple personalities", I can say it but I just can't spell it. Anyhow I don't think it applies to you.
It seems as though you are a person with definite views who is doing an amazing job, through your Poetry, to let your views be known. I have never been a great fan of Poetry, but yours rang loud & clear.
I would love to be able to join you on the beach with the fish & fruit. Lets add a little wine to the mix :)

I actually have a very sunny disposition when my planet isn't dying, my government isn't lost and my humanity starts believing in itself and not an Establishment of Errors. Hey I'd rather be on a beach in the tropics meditating, making espresso and living off fish and fruit. :)

You are good even if I have a more sunny disposition t words it all,
thank you

While We The People Sleep

While the politician GREED,
and plot to fill their need,
We The People slumber,
grow a little numb-er,
and grumble as we go,
and say it isn't so.

I dreamt I saw George Washington,
'neath the stars and mountain,
sitting by a campfire,
his eyes they shown like live wire,
he said that we were lost,
he said they'd paid the cost,
for a new way,
but Jefferson said rise again,
take back our freedom this day.

Our forefathers are rolling in their graves,
at the hideous mess that we have made,
the tyranny they fought against,
has once again jumped the fence,
as business here does rule,
our leaders are their tool,
we started a democracy,
that turned to aristocracy,
and now is just hypocrisy.

We gripe and groan and moan,
holding to our throne,
America, king of the hill!
when you are on top,
you do what you will,
on innocent blood we build,
dark icons of the business guild,
America, land of the free,
Who's free? Surely not me!

You tell me I complain,
that things here aren't so bad,
you show me your statistics,
from all the polls you've had,
but all I see is rage,
on each and every page,
a seething mass of humanity,
gone is all humility,
lost is our divinity,
ready to explode,
caring not the mode,
we can only lose our load!

We The People are sick and tired,
of the way you've run our country,
you knock us down, keep us mired,
and tell us that we're free,
into the ground you've run us down,
and brought us to our knee,
a throttle hold so icy cold,
and you think that we can't see?

You took what was handed to you,
this holding to your own,
you did what they told you to,
for your shot upon the throne,
but my generation is here,
and our eyes are open clear,
we see what you have built,
we see the blood you spilt,
we feel the hand upon our throat,
we hear the unheard masses quote,
and our time is coming near.

I care not for your words so pure,
We The People are starving here,
whilst you, in your seats of power,
have lost the value of a flower,
the god you worship is your greed,
you hear us not in our need,
you say that you are here to lead,
but words are all that you can feed.

Leave they say, if I can't cut it,
in this place I just don't fit,
but I was born upon this land,
and here is where I make my stand,
for I am a true American,
and revolution is not a sin,
it's the foundation of this country,
and the only that I can see,
to end this false democracy,
and set our people free.

And while We The People sleep,
the mighty angles weep,
as the words of Christ are used in hate,
and you tell me America is Great?

Since no-one reads these anyway...

Coming Of The Meek.

Everything saps my strength,
and blasts me to cinders,
as if in thanks,
for time I spent among the sinners ranks.

And so I sailed the nether world,
with hopes and fears and sails unfurled,
and gods of death and gods of thunder,
did tare my wicked dreams asunder.

And they call me insane,
these petty men who live in shame,
petty men with their petty powers,
locked within their high stone towers,
the deem themselves invincible,
but shall perish like ants by the innocents will.

Like a tsunami we shall crash among them,
these petty men we do condemn,
seagulls clarion call the Coming of the Meek,
revenge for the innocent and the weak.

So beware oh man abusing power,
time draws nigh and soon the hour,
of vengeance shall fall upon thy tower.

For we do return from the nether world,
with skull and crossbones upon sails unfurled,
with death in hand and life in heart,
to bring down low and blast apart,
this monster you ride and know,
it is beyond you beyond control,
grinding human hearts to bone,
replacing blood with hard cold stone,
a technological trapezoid so mighty,
that in its path we all must flee.

So must end this life as we know it,
So must end the strife as we outgrow it.

Psalm of Heimdallr

The well-insulated ones,
a power unto themselves,
a cut above the rest,
leaders without true leadership.
... Mother was calling but they heard her not.

The well-insulated ones,
they rode a dead whore hard,
her name was Economy,
she had been very good for them,
but not for The People as a whole,
and they broke our piggy banks to save her.
... Mother was calling but they heard her not.

And so the well-insulated ones charged forth,
isolated from humanity,
partakers of the Lion's Share,
that produces an Us and Them mentality,
no mistake too great,
no theft ever large enough,
no true justice from on high,
for it is us, not them, who will foot the bill.
... Mother was calling but they heard her not.

They erected an Ivory Tower,
to worship their God of Science,
priests poured forth like lemmings from their universities,
each gifted with knowledge, without true understanding,
bereft of animal wisdom, the Voice Inside,
data, without true understanding.
... Mother was calling but they heard her not.

And so they gathered together to seek a way forth,
from the quagmire our predecessors had left us,
to the cheers of The People,
and the jeers of the ancient wisdom.
... Mother was calling but they heard her not.

But The People stood up,
they stood up in their ignorance to save their whore,
never accepting the guilt,
never taking the blame,
never seeing the truth,
of how their economy had devastated their world,
and all those jobs long gone,
and all that money long ago spent,
and they never stood up to say:"Look! Look at the scars our whore has left upon our Mother."
... Mother was calling but they heard her not.

But all the scouts were blinded,
caught in a quagmire of bureaucracy,
and they way forward muddied,
but The People stumbled.
... Mother was calling and they had begun to hear Her deep inside.

But the well-insulated ones,
had grown fat off the whore,
they could not change,
they could not grow,
they were greed addicts,
blinded, they could not see The People awakening,
they had relied on their media to tell us what to think.
... Mother was calling but they choose to ignore Her a little longer.

And so all the leaders without true leadership,
their whore of an economy,
their god of science,
were shown up to be what they actually were,
illusions based on facts,
nothing of a raft left to hold onto.
... And as Mother died we all heard Her, as our civilization sunk below the surface.


---- Loki


In a relative universe with infinite intelligence and infinite emotion, "hidden" is a paradox.