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Thursday, November 22, 2012

How long shall they kill our prophets, While we stand aside and look?

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
This songs of freedom
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fullfil the book.

Won't you help to sing
This songs of freedom-
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
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Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fullfil the book.
Won't you have to sing
This songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.





Won't YOU help to sing these songs of freedom.....they're all we ever had....... xxxxxxxxx

Monday, November 19, 2012

This Is Hell



This is Hell, Hell on Earth, am I the only one to have noticed? We all try to believe this place could be nice, can be fun, is, sometimes beautiful, but deep, deep in our hearts we all carry the various hurts this life in Hell has inflicted upon us. We grasp at fleeting moments of joy to carry us through, and sometimes it’s nearly enough.

One of the first gifts bestowed to us as humans is the gift of Empathy, to feel and care for the feelings of our fellow man, not only pain and sorrow, but also peace, joy and happiness. Empathy can be a true blessing, I love to share a smile, with a new mother, an exasperated traveller or a sexy barman, sometimes it’s nearly enough.

Of course we are tricked, betrayed and confused, sometimes it’s so hard to see what is true and what is right most of us just duck our heads down and live on auto pilot for a while. We laugh and love and cherish our humanity and pretend others are not dying in our name, that children are not starving and dying for our monetary system and that democracy gives us any choice what so ever, sometimes it’s nearly enough.



When the Elders first began to notice the terrible plot that was being hatched and the pain and suffering being inflicted on humanity by evil, wicked people who wanted all the power and all the money but only so they could be cruel to others they stopped gentle, innocent souls coming through, we others who had already lived and died came here more often, we became old souls but knew we were protecting our gentler kinder brothers and sisters, sometimes it was nearly enough.

However we all need to come here, to gain the use of a body, to learn out mortal lessons. We tried hard to turn life around, we were hung, burned, tortured, betrayed we tried so hard not to forget what we had learned, left reminders for ourselves so that we could remember, look and remember. Mother Mary Ann Damnable even turned her body to stone so she would remember. Mother Damnable at the World’s End was carried away by her Eternal Love, she sent two silver coins to me in case I need to pay the ferryman. Sometimes remembering is nearly enough.

Through the ages we generally managed to keep people safe, it has only been in the past hundred years or so that murder on such a scale has been perfected, The Evil men have had two millennia to perfect their skills, their quest for mundane power has left them parched, their souls shrivelled, withered and dry, they thirst for blood, life blood or economies blood, that filthy Lucre, the only deity they truly worship, sometimes money is nearly enough for them.


Their thirst for money has brought the World to her knees, they raped and despoiled, stole her treasures, have left her cold and hungry. Polluted her water, soiled the very air we must breath. They dreamed that one day all their money would buy them an escape, a spaceship, a freezer a bunker in the desert. All that money and not an iota of sense, this world is all there is. Different realms, Heaven, Hell, Purgetary, Fairy Realms, Demon Realms, The Realms of the Gods, but it’s all here, right here.

This Hell that has been created in this realm by mortal man is destructive, very destructive, the events occurring here have come to the attention of other realms, they all know that the World is suffering and are returning, some are mad as hell. The Pact has been called, the Puppies for Peace released. Dragons are circling, The Gods await. War is declared It’s Armaggedon time, again. Time to suspend disbelief. Time to be brave and true and trust it will be enough.

I’m not sure what happens now, but I do know it will require, from us, non violent direct action, this is the only way to ensure a true victory, to ensure we do not descend into evil, and to ensure we each take our actions to the limit of our own endurance. There will be help, guides, empaths. We all need to fly, to be free. None but ourselves can free our minds, and now, we must.



We all left reminders for ourselves, it’s time to look around and remember, don’t be afraid, if you feel fear it probably means you are close, very close to remembering, relax and trust there will always be people to help you through, for although we stand alone, we hang together. ~ Always