The Tree of Knowledge

It cannot be overstated the effect that the internet has had upon the minds of the masses. I consider it a veritable Tree of Knowledge where both good and evil reside—along with every shade of gray.

Had it not been for the information gleaned from the internet, I would probably still be like most who can’t see the shadow of the pot lid coming down upon them and then the heat being turned up full blast.

Once I started, I read everything and watched videos of anything I could get my hands on regarding 9/11. As the façade began to crumble mostly through extensive on-line research, I then made my way to investigating my religious beliefs. This study was well worth the effort, as I began to see that the beliefs concerning Armageddon are meant to act as a trigger for the Zionist Christian mind-slaves into bringing in their own hell on earth in hopes of dragging Jesus back here kicking and screaming to take them away from the source of their destruction.

They still think that they won’t receive the brunt of the consequences of their predatory behavior. What they don’t realize is that if there is no god of karma then there is no god at all.

I lost my desire to support any politician after the other illusions where shattered. I knew that I was only giving them the right to rule me. The lie that is education took awhile longer but those illusions were shattered also.

The internet can be used to either shatter or embrace our illusions and we use it for both, including allowing it to become the next vehicle for rampant consumerism.

Those who invented the internet gave it to us to be used as another weapon to control our minds. But in many ways, their plans backfired. Such concepts as natural law, uncovering repetitive Savior memes throughout history, discovering the many ways that we are being poisoned, underlying motives behind endless wars and where it will lead and similarities between manufactured polemic political parties are all things that can be learned on-line.

Partaking of the Tree of Knowledge can make us feel like gods. But only through the humility of facing the limitations of this knowledge acquired can we receive the revelations necessary to create a better world.

We don’t have to decide what to believe right away. Take in the information and let the truth or falseness of it come of its own accord.

And remember to spit out the seeds!

The Trump Card

“You can shear a sheep a hundred times but you can skin it only once.” --Amarillo Slim, professional poker player.

Looking back at our previous presidents at least since JFK, it would be interesting to watch them sitting around a card table. Since they are all psychopaths, they would be masters of deception when attempting to sell what they had in their hands.

“Slick Willy” with his slow Southern drawl could usually bluff his way out of a poor hand—but not when he’s playing poker with this bunch.

They would know each other’s “tells” such as Nixon’s sweaty upper lip or the neuro-linguistic cadence of Obama’s lies.

Carter could regale them with tales of “Habitat for Humanity” and how his winnings would go to feed the poor. But then LBJ would tell him to knock it off as everyone at the table knows otherwise, especially the guy who brought us “The Great Society” which was the blueprint for the welfare state. This system has kept slavery in America in existence to this day. But currently, the poor are being cut off in order to subsidize the new working welfare recipients such as farmers and ranchers. Once they become dependent upon government hand-outs, they too will be phased out for the next migratory constituency who still have enough money left to be bled dry.

Howdy-Doody and W. can sit up straight so Cheney can hold them up with each hand. Trading guns for drugs brought back to our own streets and providing a cover-story for 9/11 makes them the jokers in the deck.

Gerald Ford no longer attends these games. He has skills at neither betting nor bluffing.

“Poppy” would rather attend the baseball games. He doesn’t like it that the new “upstart” keeps asking him questions like what was he doing at Dealey Plaza on that fateful day or telling him how his son Jeb is a wimp just like him in order to get him to make a bad bet.

Yes, the Trump card is the most difficult to read of them all. There is no rhyme or reason to his bets and raises and he has been known to fold on a good hand.

But now Trump has become the first to be thrown out of the group. The other players have discovered that he is being paid to lose while the money he spends is being taken from their profits.

It’s not that the rest of them see anything wrong with this as they have all been known to do the same themselves. It’s just that they feel he needs to learn to separate business from pleasure.

Paint It Black

If I were the Devil, the first thing I would do is take control of all religions so I could manipulate the minds of its followers.

I would create splinter-groups of each religion that would focus on certain script-ures while others remained in the darkness.

I would make the villains in these stories of the same nature but make the qualities of the heroes quite different.

I would create multiple gods with characteristics diametrically opposed in order to sow the seeds of cognitive dissonance as well as having a way to rationalize any behavior under the sun, including genocide of the innocent.

I would make it a religious belief to violate Natural Law by initiating aggression upon others in the name of god.

I would frighten the followers with eternal damnation for daring to question the storyline.

But above all, I would use every tool at my disposal to keep people living their lives from the outside in. If I could get them to discard their own inner knowing by losing themselves in the second-hand knowledge found in a book, my mission would be accomplished.

Give Us Barabbas

Religion is just like the rest of our institutions. It consists of enough truth to pull you in but there is something malevolent at its core. If you don’t have anything inside you to know the difference, you will be manipulated by those who do. They are conscious of the path they have chosen as most are not. This is why they continue to have their way with us.

The story of Barabbas can be applied to those in modern America. Barabbas was an insurrectionist fighting against Rome who had been convicted of murder. And yet the mob traded the life of Jesus and this man was released from prison.

Looks to me like the mob is at it again.

Those who participated in and supported the genocide of millions in the Middle East due to believing the lies of their government are now beginning to understand that they are also on the hit list. And they are starting to tell their government that they know it.

Because of their unwillingness to admit to the instrumental role they played to get us here, there is no good fighting against evil. There is only evil and the victor will be of little consequence to those left alive. They will still be slaves ruled by tyrants.

The way of Christ is indeed the way out. What do you think Jesus would say about pre-emptive strikes on countries based upon lies?

No, Barabbas served a different god than that one. His behavior tells me that he was a servant of Yahweh.

This makes perfect sense when you think about it. A bully who doesn’t have to live by his own rules is the perfect god for those who wish to justify their aggression upon others. But in order to serve one, you must crucify the other.

This is the schism of Christianity that can never be resolved and remains covered under a blanket of cognitive dissonance.

You really can’t serve two masters. Unless a conscious choice is made to serve the spirit of one over the other, you’re left with the default setting where both are used as interchangeable parts depending upon the excuses sought by those running from themselves.

Here’s a line you can count on: “You will know them by their fruits.” Your god lives under this same rule also. The real one has no problem with it because he made it and is an example of the positive side of it.

The other one doesn’t like it because he’s an imposter.

Back of the Boat

Empty minds on sand-filled beaches
Bathing silently in the sun
When covered in a plastic suit
You can’t hear anyone

Official taster’s dead by dawn
Too slow to save the king
The poison merely robs his mind
And makes him look serene

Pre-emptive strikes with nuclear bombs
An insane chorus-line
Now everything’s turned upside down
By hoping that he lies

Drag races going down the street
Machine and metal run
Without the human element
The crashes aren’t much fun

Antidotes for legal drugs
So you won’t overdose
The same they drip you at the end
After giving them your most

Tokyo Olympics on their way
Fly in friends and family too
They’ll be running people with two heads
Using your genetic stew

I’m not so sure there’s any way
To keep this ship afloat
But when the iceberg hits the bow
I’m moving to the back of the boat

The Ferryman

The ferryman’s oars dipped once again into the water. He was taking the next passenger to the islands. He did not remember how long he had been rowing the small craft back and forth from the Land of the Lost. He only knew that he did not know where he belonged.

The ferryman could have had a better boat with sails that would replace the toll put on his body. But he knew that to slow down would bring back those thoughts again; thoughts of somehow feeling incomplete.

The ferryman only took one passenger at a time as this was the custom practiced by those in his profession. The destination was to one of two islands but it was the nature of the passenger that directed his oars.

The ferryman was not very talkative. This too was the way it had always been. But he followed the rule to take the conversation as far as the passenger wished once they initiated the interaction.

Some of the passengers would not say anything during their entire journey to the island most suited to their nature. Still, this made little difference to the ferryman’s decision. Those destined for the Island of Acceptance had a sense of peace and self-assuredness about them. It was not arrogance; there was a strength to them that he could feel.

But when the ferryman knew that a passenger was destined for the Isle of Denial, he would often taunt them.

“Do you know how to swim?” he would ask. If they said that they could, he would throw them into the water. If they said that they could not, he would often leap into the water himself leaving the passenger stranded and forced to take over the task of rowing for themselves.

When the ferryman played his mischief on these sorts of people, the peaceful tranquility they had painted on their faces would often turn to rage. The ferryman would laugh knowing that they were even worse off than him.

The ferryman looked up and noticed the passenger staring at him intently. He had stopped paying attention to him as he (the ferryman) knew early on which island they would be going to.

“Lost in thought again?” asked the passenger. “Back to your rage against the machine?”

“How did you know that?” the ferryman growled.

“I could tell by the look of your face,” said the passenger. “At first, I thought it was jealousy because of where I was going. But now I see that it is something else.”

“Yes,” the ferryman replied. “I no longer wish to live in the Land of the Lost that we came from. I’ve grown sick of their blind obedience to serving the worst of what humanity has to offer. And I’m also sick of being forced to serve it myself. So, I row my boat across this water that cools my anger and I take people to places where I don’t belong.”

“That’s because you believe that acceptance is acquiescence,” said the passenger. “Your anger makes you “feel” as if you are making a difference. But have you made a positive difference for any of your passengers?”

“Probably not much,” said the ferryman dejectedly. “But by the time they get to me, their fate is already sealed,” he continued.

“That may be so,” said the passenger. “But yours is not.”

The ferryman nodded in understanding.

“Your anger at the injustice of the system robs you of the joy that you should have now,” the passenger continued. “When you operate at this level, your influence for bringing forth anything positive is limited. So is your own chance for happiness.”

“So, I should be just fine with the corruption of everything in our society while nothing is done about it?” the ferryman retorted.

“No, you should realize that no one gets away with anything,” said the passenger. “Each individual must face their own karma; and in this there is perfect justice. Your problem is that your anger has limited your vision and understanding of this basic truth."

“Sorry, but I just don’t get it,” said the ferryman. “I’ve seen so many bad people who rule us in the Land of the Lost that have literally gotten away with murder, over and over again. Where is the justice in that?”

“Their payment is often exacted on the other side, but you don’t see that far yet. I say again, no one gets away with anything. It’s the same with all of us, including you.”

“Yes,” said the ferryman. “I’ve seen this very clearly in my own life as well as in the lives of others that are close to me.”

“That’s right,” said the passenger. “And when you fully understand what we are discussing, you will realize that your anger only hurts you as well as your ability to communicate in ways that would influence those who have become lost in their denial. The justice you seek is perfect already. It is the timing of it that is unclear to you. It doesn’t need your emotions to change it.”

“But you don’t have the deeper understanding of this yet and because of this, you are a man without an island,” the passenger continued.

“That’s right,” said the ferryman sadly.

“It could be worse,” laughed the passenger lightening the mood. “You are simply experiencing one of the stages prior to acceptance. It is part of the process of undergoing the death of the false self.”

“The problem is that you’re stuck in the anger phase,” the passenger continued. “If you did not consciously experience this stage, you could have gone into denial that you were ever angry at all and put on an act that you are a caring and compassionate person. Because of missing one of the major milestones that leads to acceptance, these people have not the character to endure difficult times and many of them become lost in the New Age Movement along with their “holier than thou” gurus.”

“Yes,” the Ferryman chuckled. “They’re the ones I throw in the water just to watch their masks come off. The Isle of Denial is full of them.”

They ran into a sandbar about fifty yards away from the Island of Acceptance. The passenger helped the ferryman turn his boat around and pushed him back into the deeper water.

“Take some time back in the Land of the Lost and really watch what is happening,” said the passenger. “Although it may seem so, their karma is neither cruel nor unjust. It is as it should be. When you see this and feel compassion for those on the wrong path instead of rage, even if their choices could very well be at the cost of your own life, then you will be ready to come back here. This is because you will understand that there is more to you than just your physical body.

“Thank you,” replied the ferryman. He no longer had his thoughts in the dark realms of anger and injustice. He was now looking at things from a different perspective but with still a bit of secret deviltry thrown in.

“And don’t take pleasure from their pain,” yelled the passenger from the beach.

“Damn!” said the ferryman to himself as he waved back. “These Island of Acceptance people must be mind readers!”

Revision of Your Mind

Be careful of what you say
Especially if it’s truth
It comes from both sides now
And here we have our proof

Agent provocateur as president
With Congress bought off too
While killing off the Muslim
The Jew is killing you
(And but a faction of them too)

They control your money
Your hearts as well as minds
It’s the way they make you do it
To leave your soul behind

Their false-flags keep you running
Until they take your guns away
Then when turned upon each other
Criminals and cops will have their way

He’s a god of your own nature
I would say that this is true
But what exactly is that nature
Where fear and hate are ruling you

Maybe sometime in your next life
When they sink your battleships
Or blow up your buildings
Or blackmail and buy off your politicians
Or feed you their steady diet of media lies
Or get you to fight and die on their behalf…

People will begin to wonder
If these so-called holy books
Really made it through
From their redacted version
Of what they sold back to you

But this is not the worst of it
It’s not all that’s left behind
The reason why they do it
Is revision of your mind.