The Ravages of Guilt

 

A different way of looking at our lives is like a scientific experiment.  Not everyone who has refused to take the shot has lived a life of investigation, but I would say that all those who have truly lived in this way have refused to take the shot.

Most people conduct much the same shoddy work on their own individual experiment as the ones being run on them now.  Refusing to see the folly of their choices results in skewed statistics manifesting as recurrent aberrant behavior patterns unrecognized by those whose minds have been captured by the trappings of the experiment.  Blindly supporting the troops being steered by psychopaths or taking the shot based upon the celebrity stooges of your choosing comes to mind. 

Another benefit of employing the scientific method is that we can observe what becomes of these moronic nihilists who so callously toss aside millions of their previous peers whose side-effects have more than proven an experiment gone awry.  What sort of self-exploration of their lives have they ever launched to bring them to such a deplorable state?  They walk in darkness.

Such emotions as guilt, shame and remorse have no place when sitting at the controls of the experiment as emotion can destroy objectivity.  

Of course, another major problem is how those in control can use our guilt to commit self-destructive acts like rolling up your sleeve for their kill shots or you are unpatriotic. 

But there are matters of the heart that cannot be healed without the emotions that naturally follow after we have seen through enough of our own foolish behavior patterns. 

Once you understand, no one gets to use that guilt against you but you--so to speak.  We make peace with our skewing of the data that has resulted in the same bad outcomes.  We make progress.

The grand experiment continues.  It began once we took our first breath, and it will end when we take our last.  But we must become self-regulating spiritual scientists if we are to navigate the hazards of the systems of our world and escape with our souls intact.

Most carry guilt for good reason.  It’s meant to teach what’s wrong with us and this is vital for us to become a self-correcting people free from the need of a master or any of their tools. 

You know, the ones who continue having their guilt used against them.

 

 

 

 

Criminals of Denial

I’ve been watching a number of videos, articles and comments from “Christians” refusing to take the shots or allow them to be put into their children.  We are definitely “Separating the wheat from the chaff” when it comes to this bunch.

Even their demagogue Trump can’t dissuade many of them from not taking the shot and that is one of the reasons why he was not appointed.  But that’s not all that is required if we are to have any chance of turning this around.

The story of the crucifixion is pertinent during these times.  Christ was placed between two criminals.  One side represents those who would blame others for all their problems until the bitter end, never taking responsibility for the part they played in their own demise.  And the spirit of these dark and ubiquitous entities can be found on both the Right and the Left of the political spectrum as well as within the ranks of their twisted religions.

On the other side are those who have seen the error of their own ways and are now trying to awaken the criminals of denial as to why they are actually up there.  With such a short and predictable end, this story would be of no real value if consciousness expired along with the body.

We all have a chance to connect to the Light in the center.  True repentance and healing comes with the humility of realizing where you have gone wrong on a personal level.  I’ll give you a hint: You have put your faith in liars.

Love waits to express its forgiveness--but there is an order to things…   

 

 

 

  

Lay Your Burdens Down

 

Supporters of the genocide abroad

Supporters of the democide at home

They’re getting ready for the big big fight

Continued crime is lighting up the phones

 

The dying dollar sparks the fuse

While they’re selling us the Covid blues

Higher prices for what can’t be found

Manufactured by the next lock-down

 

White-coat bastards push the needle in

Turn-coat bastards hold the prisoners down

How many bodies of your own dead kids

Before its time to lay your burdens down

 

How do I pay for all this pain and sorrow

When in my name I took so many tomorrows

So many tomorrows

 

Now it’s time for us to make things right

It’s nice to finally see the line

But we had better open up our hearts

Before we go and tear ourselves apart

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The vertical hierarchy is an arduous climb

Unless you strike at its base

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fire of Refinement

 

I’ve recently had a flare-up of my gout, something I had thought that I had put behind me after giving up meat and alcohol over a decade ago.

It is a devastating reminder of the continuing weakness of my body as I age not so gracefully with some accompaniment from my other chronic conditions that have been with me for some time.

My worst fear was to be crippled during collapse thereby further hindering my ability to defend my home.  But sitting here in my current condition with memories of the adverse effects of the medications that would help reduce the swelling being worse than the disease (and the disease for me is a living hell), it was just another cruel reminder that legalized drug dealers cannot be trusted any more than legalized loan-sharks. 

But my condition also makes me think about those I have seen on videos with intractable seizures and other horrific adverse effects to the vaccine.  Perhaps I have taken some pleasure from their pain, especially those who refuse to admit that it was the shot that caused all their problems.  Do I not think that they have suffered enough?

Like childbirth, it is only through suffering that something new comes into the world.  In other words, our suffering is not without purpose.  Those who refuse to understand this will get more of the same. 

As for myself, I’ll take the pain as it comes.  It’s always taught me more than my pleasures.   

“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”

 

More of the Same

 

Battle lines are being drawn

The time traveler stops and then moves on

He’s already seen it all before

The lying words that lead to war

 

But to turn us back upon our own

They make us delve into the unknown

The road less traveled is all that is left

For down the other lies the edge of the cliff

 

Cities on fire with a slow burn

Awaiting the next screw for them to turn

Tried white killers on the television screen

But blacks killing whites are just a bad dream

 

Throw them together for the next foreign war

Then bring them back home when dividing the poor

 

Good thing that we let the best play football

When America plays games

There’s hardly any discrimination at all

Except for more and more bad calls

 

All are equal giving their souls for shots for pay

Except for Kyrie Irving and the quarterback from Green Bay

My guess is the best don’t get a hot shot

But second-tier players have a lottery spot

 

Athletes around the world are dropping right and left

All of them told they were doing “What’s Best”

I can’t understand why they won’t fight for their lives

While kicking a ball is sensationalized

 

There are better things to do than play football

And the scabs will replace you with no trouble at all

The clot shot is liable to bring an end to your game

While your money and health will go down the drain

 

Pilots and athletes and soldiers and cops

Needed on the front lines to make it all stop

Neurological damage will go to your brain

And the more that you take you’ll get more of the same

 

The time traveler’s now ready to haul ass

He sees it again and it all comes quite fast

The fuse has been lit and explosion awaits

With the radicalized now taking the bait

 

And sooner or later we all meet our fate

 

 

 

 

 

Call of Duty

 

Soldiers:  Protecting the oppressors from the wrath of the oppressed since the beginning of empires.

 

They’ll save your life

Or cut your throat

Depends on how

The orders go

 

Enforce at gunpoint

Corporate will

And yet the suckers

Thank them still

 

Capitulators are the last to know

They’re the final act of this sick show

 

But there’s still a chance

For those saying, “NO!!!”

As the enemy turns upon its own

 

Internal strife is our best hope

When it it all crumbles in fire and smoke

Running out of places to hide

It’s time to take back your own mind

 

Sand-in-the-gears of the MIC

Is the fastest way to becoming free

 

They can’t enslave us without you

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Valley

Many of the people closest to me have taken the shot(s).  I couldn’t talk them out of it, especially early on before those experiencing their adverse effects became prominent across the country.  

For those who have suffered for taking the “vaccine,” this is the time to make your voices heard.  Let the effects upon your body be your testimony. 

The reason why you are ignored and castigated by the “vaccinated” is due to their fear of ending up like you.  They are cosmic cowards. 

And they’re letting their government kill our children now.   

 

Black-eyed babies coming home

Specialists are on the phone

Medications mold the mind

For those whose souls were left behind

 

No more safety in the womb

Mother’s milk to line their tombs

Only the shot can make them safe

Intrinsic roles have been replaced

 

Men of strength turned into beasts

Until they seek Divine release

Sadistic tools of evil men

Destroy themselves again and again

 

Genetic make-up turned to toxic soup

Caught inside the perpetual loop

Another drug makes the pain go away

Bleed them dry ‘til their dying day

 

Shout them down if they don’t conform

If they try to run outside the norm

Conflicting reports will gain no traction

It’s the leper’s life when they have a reaction

 

But from the valley comes a sound

That grows with time as more come round

They’re tired of hearing all the lies

And sick or not it’s time to rise

 

Let your life mean something if you can

It’s time to make a final stand

We’ll see you on the other side

Just shine your Light so we can climb