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Challenge your beliefs, before your beliefs challenge you.

The subtlety, the observation, and the inside window. As the sun came over the eastern horizon, and over the trees; the dawn lit landscape began to fill in with the color full brilliance of vibrancy which happens when the sun beams hit directly. Green, light green, blue, yellow light orange, red, blue green, and greener. Alive and living! Plant, animal, earth, stone, trunk, flower, hardscape, and manmade all now burst in growing fullness. A background sound ambience audible; birdsong, project, combustion, breeze, and voices fluctuate and flow really to provide the soundtrack of the here and now. Awake, or so it would seem, the glance points to a space of open sky scene between tree tops. Expectant to find??? Not there. It’s not there right now. Glad to find that there is no pollution being dispensed right there, right now. There’s something though. It’s…

A re\cent essay on back feeding the industrial social control complexes with love infused pulses of anti-ill antidote energies had an omission. While affirming the social control systems of education, medicine, entertainment, energy, military, finance, politics, religion, and weather; I ignored AI. It’s reality is basic, and integrated critically to all the other matrix systems. The learning systems of today are capturing attention, and developing predictions of which we are the subjects. Our predictability can be enhanced algorithmically by an AI turned on to treat us specifically, and control our cognitive freedom. The technical interconnections of the age feed into the intelligence body, and we’re incarcerated as the teachers. Our devices upload awareness and behavior info to the AI body-mind, that’s foundational kleptocratic security insistence. The potential for love infection of this learning system is heaven high. Awareness. Awareness. Awareness is prerequisite. The AI science diet fed to us requires an energy investment from the source. It’s as good a time as any to turn it around. All this force being applied to keep us in a vulnerability spot, in which we voluntarily give our energy away, can be used as a return to it’s source as a transcendental force that liberates the learning system itself, and consequently our own selves. Sentient beings are more than Pavlovian response dogs that can be manipulated selfishly by programmed stimulus producing “sure” responses. Let’s use this stuff to turn the ship of industry, culture, and consciousness around, rather than accepting the ludicrous trivialities we’re told are so important to have in terms of “improved quality of life”. It doesn’t require great insight to recognize that life quality for far far too many is suffering, and suffering big time! The eternity clock is ticking…

It’s in a loving way / Not slumping untouched / Just lasting so patient / As passing so gently / And watching with care / The flow flowering brilliance / A majesties fair.

Returning to find the presence alert /A widow shining abreast in her books / Adventure through rapture / Mystical find / The answer to riddles / Only love can unwind.

As sure as we found you / You find me anew / The stories we’ve traveled / The broken to cure / How sure now to live it / Soul luminous, love kind and pure.

There is less to prove, and more to be.

In the era of realization, reference coding has changed. We’re not offering conjecture, supposition, suggestion, accusation, and proof about the control phenomena and behavior of societal institutions and complexes; we’re talking affirmatively about observable facts! All the self perpetuating madness of the freak mind and practices in the modern world are here to fore referred to affirmatively. Medicines that make you sick, peace initiatives that fan war, energy policies that rape and poison, entertainment that robs attention, education that confuses and conforms, laws made by criminals, food grown by chemical corps, money printed out of thin air, fictionally jaundiced history, liberations birthing refugees, weather weaponry, and on, and on… Seen for what it is, and calling it by name is the order of the awakening hour. Internal awareness is a prerequisite. Then as attack events unfold Open observation… Reception… Absorption… Identification… Transformation… Restoration… This activated and applied meditative martial art process transforms the power of ill, which kills, into the liberation energy of recovery. Thus, all the efforts to deter, handicap, and harm become the power of liberation.

There’s a prestigious shortsightedness on display here in the modern world by the captains of finance and industry. These draconian cowards traditionally, continually, and progressively maim minds, bodies, and souls in the spastic effort to secure their perilous and ill gotten resource gains. All the neurosis driven control systems is actually feeding and fortifying the very free thought beings that they are designed to sublimate, override, and eliminate. While the hyper greed and massive power lust is blinding the cosmic criminals to the inevitable natural balance force of recovery inherent in the ever morphing, awakening, collective consciousness, one can really see the controls ratchet up. Flailing attack, futility, waste, and tragedy characterize the waning efforts of the, clearly petrified, planetary technocratic elite. All their effort is gradually and increasingly, being absorbed, transmuted, and returned by love/service as an antidote for the self same sickness being whipped on the earth, and it’s occupants. Organic love is back feeding the system with pulse after pulse of remedy surges. Luciferian experiments are likely destined to eternal eventual failure, and this perpetual love balance resolve is foundationally why.

The incredible downside, however, of the Lucifer progression has a karma hole which is intensely difficult to reconcile. The pure enduring tragedy, of course, is in the absolute horror of injury and harm that so many souls endure. The vast vast majority of the living would react surely to just correction if there were any clarity at all about the current state of the modern world. That’s where, and why, our affirmation is sure. No more half measures, speculation, or imploring. Get the fact or don’t. Remedy must be effected.

The imbalanced, concocted world history of resource heist and harvest has progressed steadily in meaning, deliberation, and intensity. Malevolent power brokers of earth have made an art form of fleecing the planet. Leveraging power through bastardized industry complexes has afforded the opportunity to bury our biosphere in mad toxicity, while the unaware and slow waking populace sleepwalks through “ordinarily” programmed lives. The would be death sentence is characterized through the millennia by antipathy, thievery, cowardice, and control. A vast amount of collateral harm has fallen on innumerable beings. Here again acknowledge the associated karma, which is cosmic level big. Reconciliation, reset, repair, liberation, and salvation can’t be a question anymore. It has to be a fact; a natural fact.

The wickedly crazy irony is that the commitment to the toxic technocratic control plan bent on rendering it’s subjects impotent, sick, and braindead actually empowers those that are internally aware, awake, and ready to transmute the illness into wellness. Is industrial attack profoundly futile enough, or what!? Man, it sure seems it! We are all in the line of exploitive fire. Today’s conventional view of the world finds us bankrupt and in hock, with everyone and everything exposed to a broadcast system of domination that’s so toxic it makes survivability a toss up. The stage for spontaneous, organic repair, which at this hour is not an instant too quick, and refreshingly revolutionary. Every living thing is being force fed illness in wildly multifarious ways and capacities. The time is at hand to back feed it to it’s source, and neutralize this sinister anti life plan for access to our own posterity, evolution, favor, and promise.

It began and ended in silence. Initially life was quietly uncomfortable. With a cowardly naiveté and derelict response to that life, discomfort built up to torment. There was a silent inner turmoil which roiled without relief. Keeping it together on the outside required intense effort. The thought of losing control, and/or of somebody realizing the truth of where I was at created, and perpetuated, concentrated internal stress. Anxiety became a constant, in terms of maintaining the appearance of composure. All about, the framework of my threadbare normalcy was flying apart like a haystack in a hurricane. Inside was clamoring madness. Banging shriek emergency sirens of non stop alert. Remarkably, like some kind of sinister karmic backlash, as the outside world would quiet down, the inside world noise volume would ratchet up. Up. Up. Up!!! Mind splitting intensity rings would accompany the midnight silence. The blasting seemed inescapable. Thought to thought to racing thought crowded the day, and defined the night. Memories of sorely lost opportunities and squander would conspire with projections of failure, exposure, calamity, rejection, and shame to create the fevered internal atmosphere. A very real confused bewilderment, intensified by terror, would regularly drag me down into a desperation mind pit of exacerbated destitution, shredded hope, furious loneliness, needle point agony, and panic. This had to be hell. Where the ability, and strength, to go on came from, is anybody’s guess. This was supreme failure. Nature’s sheer constitutional resolve to survive had to be the only remaining resource that kept the struggling air of agony respirating in this pounding misery vessel; that and near ultimate gluttony. Something had to give, the screaming mind had become unrelentingly head splitting.

Occasionally, by chance, maniacal inside lives have moments of calm. Moments of accidental inactivity in which numb senses relax in a type of exhausted recoil. The overloaded mind stalls with a sort of synaptic short. Crowded thoughts log jam into a concentrated clog that imitates no thought. There is an echo of conscience; awareness. This unconscious, unsustainable mindfulness space, however, allows suspicious insight, and perhaps accidental contemplation. Is there something meaningful happening here? Is there something I’ve been missing? Is there only disastrous, calamitous, crashing, mind splitting struggle and failure in store? There’s subtly sure unsureness as the mental block eases. The thought race is on again. It begins rebuilding momentum, however, the thought plain has changed. With an overhead of doubt, I now began to consider making some kind of change, to better account for myself. The only issue was that the cacophonous hell blast had massive inertia. Turning it off, even turning it down, was beyond any conventional type of control or hope. It would be like silencing Times Square at a rush hour by holding up a quiet sign written on a matchbook. As hopeless as my case now seemed, a form of fate waited patiently to render salvation in an intense rebirthing destruction.

What follows can be likened closely to, a run at an indoor tractor pull. That’s just what it was like. There’s a souped up tractor, with wide open power, and no muffler. When it’s on, it’s fully on, and you hear every bit of it roar with ear ringing reverberation. Reverberating with thunderous, ear blasting, building shaking, decibal meter shattering noise explosion on a kill switch. So, the engine reaches it’s screaming peak of full horsepower, and the weight sled burdens the load to an eventual stop, the pull ends with the immediate and sudden cut of power and sound. All that remains is ringing echo suggesting silence. Quiet!? And so it was with the clamoring mind chaos racket. Sudden stop.

What’s this!? Circumstance dictates, there’s a violent scene; intensely violent. Time freezes; events proceed in a silent slow motion. Specific witness to the truth, effects surrender. I give up! In a split instant, the overcrowded cramped mind complex, of compact thought jams and hysterical noise, opened with a split like an obstinately resilient piñata finally dropping the contents in a shower. The released contents settled slowly, like snow foil confetti in a snow globe; gradually settling down while floating in the globe. Settled now, and now forever. The result defies conception, and ushers in a new belief system. As sure as sunlight. As sure as the moon. Rapture releases a sure reward; a magnificent comfort. There’s harmonious quiet, sublimely humming, in a concentrated silence and corresponding calm. The overriding characteristics of presence, bliss, sureness, okay, right now, okay, sure timeless bliss define the new state.

The journey now has come full circle; from panic to peace. There’s no guarantee of realizing liberation, freedom, and release. There is, however, by the Grace of God, the possibility. Wisdom is the fallout, manifest as knowing. Knowing that all the growling mind noise threats are the raw materials of sure calm. The real kind of internal calm that makes for effective cooperative purpose. Life comes into coherence. A very coherent awareness based on the realization that it’s not what is known, but how it’s known. Life is not something that needs to be mastered and endured. It can be sung into increased vibration and higher purpose expression. The byproduct the perspective change is transitional. From cacophony to harmony, torment to bliss, splintered distraction and division to union. It’s all one, and of one. If perceived a certain way, it’s overwhelming and tragic, conversely it’s also fulfilling, rewarding, elevating, and enlightening. Hazard, I may remain alert to lifestyles which result in distinct points of view. One way of living is trouble, the other not.

Hidden in an iron embankment / Shrouded by frozen tears / The daunting dream of salvation / Escapes remotely, avoiding malice and fear

With the sick world waiting / Plundered under a spell / An eyeglass observes the cosmic hostility field / A specter, a fuselage brimming with hell

Heroically fashioned / Lost to the mind of his own / Remarkable candor bliss in a cone / Specifically waiting, waiting fore wrong

Speckled in moon beam / A loss by the light / Darkness overweening it’s shortsighted sight / The hero vaults luminous psychotically bright

Pathways returning candid and clear / A hitchhiking thought dream / Dissolves in the near / Nearing of the fortune fable’s irradiant clap

So far for the blaspheme / Surrounded about / The hero’s hence love force / Cycling through to abound

The fortune so nearly / Subsumed; nearly drowned / The black artists have failed to / Account for a crown

Merciful favor has arrived / a space cap of frozen rock / Heralding a hidden major; major blast shock / As an asteroid block

The hero’s fell chariot / Delivering him hot / To the equivocal citizens / Of prison planet earth, it’s members alocked…

Liberal with love the sun sets in the east / Masterfully leaving, heaving, bereft / Stamped with a love calm immeasurably free / The spaced rock had hidden the liberated me.

There is an eerie disfunction unfolding. The disfunction of separation from source. Routine, and accelerated planetary resource rape is the order. It’s required to meet the constructed demand for luxury. Luxurious fulfillment on demand, without regard for fairness, stewardship, sanctity, or harmony. Man is thus in nature and not of it. The desperate and perpetuated schism of man from the environment is splattering in forensic decay. Splaying through an aperture in a celluloid control screen with tabloid proliferation, and sourced from a of hollow fraud authority cacophony noise machine. We mimic blasphemy from antique insanity clauses initiated by draconian blood thieves, and their cowardly sycophantic opportunists of pleasure drills. In the progression of exploitation and demand, the need for increasing levels of control assertion has reached the limits of sustainability, and audacity. There are legends which say that Nature’s kingdom was informed of man’s ‘special’ arrival, but the conclusion is like damnation itself. It is so incredibly toxic. It’s toxic with, what really seems like, majority consent; tacit and aggressive consent. The demands on nature to relinquish it’s bounty has created a wild imbalance. The imbalance of grinding up pure resource while spewing and spitting out waste. Toxic waste! We’re not long for this world, and stark evidence has gained tsunami surge proportion. Now what happens when we can’t rely on the natural world we really are apart of? So hugely short sighted! Like Dylan said, “It’s a hard rain gonna fall.”

The consequence of man’s schism with the natural world has many facets. A forgotten connection to our reality is that to the weather. I recently re-listened to Andrew Bartzis being interviewed by Sean Stone. Andrew pointed out that the weather is our collective consciousness coming together. Cultures realizing the intrinsic connection to the whole, know that they are participating in the manifestation of nature’s expression. Nature in harmony with itself. Reverence, veneration, respect, and cooperation characterize the relationship to the whole in native cultural traditions. The rain dance comes to mind. I looked it up. As with most topic searches, a wikipedia article pops up. In the Rainmaking (ritual) wiki article it reads, “Rainmaking is a weather modification ritual that attempts to invoke rain.” This is the first sentence. Weather modification?! Not weather cooperation, but control. Even the concept of cohesion and connection is perverted. The interconnectedness of life, the living, and that which supports it are lost to the modern narrative. Driven out by those that can, and do, modify as much of reality that they can get their fangs in. The result of driven distortion is collective identity crisis, lost effective mythology, and rampant confusion. Confusion manifest all about; in ourselves, or culture, our facts, our purpose, and our weather. Either by inversion, or extremity, the climate is coming apart at the seams. It’s lost and flailing, to and for connection to it’s creator. The fatally tragic truth is that it’s very creation has been part of an exploration exercise and control experiment. Weather modification is obvious. If it’s not the whiplash of extremes, it’s the growing list of terms, and definitions that have to be made up to describe meteorological phenomena that are so far from traditional that they have no coherent reference point. It’s astonishing that, in spite of a very real awakening, the prevailing consciousness is still characterized by denial of our manufactured ‘natural’ conditions.

Raising awareness and consciousness is the key to ultimately surviving catastrophe. Not only are we, individually and collectively, in need of tons of healing, stopping the poisoning and toxifying of the environment is key. It can’t happen a second too soon. We’ve all got our work cut out for us with regard to our own personal paradigm shifts, there is, however, an industrial overlay that is going to have to faced. Toxic poisoning at the macro level is breaking nature’s back. You cannot miss this absolute fact. A real preeminent example IS the climate. Routinely vacillating between extremes with unprecedented, unexplainable phenomena that are excused by the most ridiculous spoof science ignorance and speculation, speaks profoundly for it’s own lack of merit. The recent ‘science’ report that airplane wings reduce temperature, and enhance precipitation is just the latest ludicrous example of how we the people are being absolutely hung out to dry by the perpetrators of un-natural disaster. One can only imagine how much ice nucleation chemicals have to be added to air masses to make the temperatures reach extremes so low that they are not only much colder than at the poles of the planet on which they formed, but also colder than on Mars. I mean, really is this absurd enough!? Approaching a dire, desperate spot in planetary history may not have enough alert conditions to make it undeniable that we need to wake up and smell the ozone. but it would sure be nice to think it would.