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What If
You live in a Matrix that you don't know, what is really happening around you.
That there are people that wish to control you through fear, lies, and manipulation and deception, but you don't realize it's happening.
That these people have been planning this a long time and they are incredibly smart, evil, rich and powerful.
That they are the people that you trust, listen to, appreciate, and admire.
That they are many years ahead of you in technology and they have gathered so much information on you, that your privacy doesn't exist.
That they control the economy, your food, your water, your money, and through the false narratives on television your mind.
That they are so evil that you in your worst thoughts, could not fathom their evilness.
That their goal is to depopulate the world from 7.8 Billion people to 5 hundred million.
How you might ask? Through your food, vaccinations, chemtrails, your water, medications, lack of health care, and many other ways.
That they want a data bank on everyone on earth through your dna and tracking, and tracing devices.
There are many of us and few of them, so they want to monitor us at all times so we can't retaliate when we realize what they are doing to us.
After they give us our freedom back with conditions, they will bring us back to our prisons at home with another plandemic.
Then they will tell us that if we want our freedom we have to first be tested and then vaccinated.
Later they will say that your money carries the virus and they will bring in the cashless society. Why? If you don't go along with the program, they shut off your funds.
That they want to disarm us, take our weapons so we can't fight back. Canada just banned assault weapons, U S A will follow.
Henry Kissinger said, You want to control the masses, you control their food and their money, and they will do anything you ask.
My friends welcome to, THE NEW WORLD ORDER.
Go to YouTube. Everyday they take down their videos to censor them. Warn others like I have warned you.
Off The Grid With Doug and Stacy
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Dr Sherri Tenpenny Brighteon.com
Tell all that you love and tell them to tell ten others. So forth and so on. God bless you all we are in this together...
Michael Tor
'Round three in the morning I wake
to see that it's time for my break.
I can hardly wait
to keep my sweet date-
I bounce out of bed and then take
my flashlight with me to the fridge
to bring Irish creme- just a smidge-
to my special place,
a real quiet space
where I and my date can abridge
the writes that I worked on that day.
And so, with my Muse and her stay,
with sips of our drink,
we each share a wink
and fine-tune my words right away.
An hour or so and we're done;
I'm bleary, but still, it was fun!
That sweet Irish creme
had sharpened my beam!
Now back to my sleep till the sun.
So this is the vice that I love-
which I find so hard to rid of.
This 'amphetamine'
to thoughts, adds a sheen-
me, Baileys, and Muse up above!
Andromeda was a beautiful queen,
First with love and then hate she was consumed.
When she found out her lovers, love was fake
He did not love her, but her wealth and beauty,
Parading with her at parties, bragged about her dowries.
She needed a man who wants to be a true friend.
Not a fake knight who bragged about all the battles he fight,
Or all the wars he won, that’s not what she want
So she devised a plan, dressed her like a man.
She went to his night club, to see,
If it’s true, that with other women he cheats.
She drew her gun, and shoot between his eyes,
For he deserved it, for all the lies.
As soon as she was done, she disappeared into the crowd,
No one could hear the music was too loud.
At home she waited on the message.
Bereaved she cried, her lover died.
No one knows who shot him death,
They think it’s a man with a black hat.
Andromeda: “ruler of men” (meaning)
Took sweet revenged.
Riddle me this
How is it that one loses their soulmate?
I mean, from across the universe
You unite
Amid all the signs of auspicious coincidence
And then after years of making such union
Familiar, known but ultimately mundane
You just as unexpectedly part.
Is it a cruel mistake
Or the fortuitous unfolding of one’s twisted fate?
Such is life with its volumes and chapters
Full of stories
Each one complicated by myriad tangents
As each character interacts
Their own paths expanding and entangling
In labyrinths
Layer upon layer
A tangled web of blue.
And so we meet in recognition
And then part, to go where on our individual ways?
Some things are just not for us to know,
But what can be known, as time continues
Is that the ties that bind
Are never ever really loosed.
And in this there is solace and continuity
Of souls forever mated and bound
Despite our twisted fates
Until next our labyrinthine ways connect.
Life goes on, after all, forever and forever
Within us and without us.
(11/2/24)
A bookworm since I have learned to read well
I’d devour leaves which printed knowledge grants
feasting on sumptuous reading delights
to appease cravings of perusal buds...
hence, books as gifts are my precious treasures.
Amidst spiritual metamorphosis
blessed transformation in Christ gripped me
when by faith I trusted the Saviour God
Who offered redemption’s love, grace and joy
through Book of Life He perfectly authored.
With divine freedom, I keep on venturing toward the eternal
propelled by wings of wisdom against fears
thanking the Lord Who authored the Book for mankind
“Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth”
the Bible --- inspired, revealed Word of God.
Complete as milk and meat for soul’s growth gain
great Book nurtures the spirit with virtues
exposing transgressions as mirror does
in reproving, warning, checking the heart…
I welcome in meditating its texts.
Thankful for the Scriptures’ nourishing power
I praise the Almighty with His revival omnipotence
strengthening, sustaining, satisfying
toward meaningful optimum service
while abiding in the Book of the Law.*
Today, I do strive to share the Book’s message
reigning with hope, propped by God’s compassion
prevailing over doubts upon His truth
vanquishing deceit through His assurance ---
that’s my testimony… and grateful for the Word of God I possess.
*Joshua 1:8 This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success.
May 17, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Jun 12)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/12/2021.
If anyone’s reading this poem, your somewhere in my past
I’m in the future for these ‘right now' moments never last
But still this is your present, such is the way time flows
All relative to the observer, every day comes and goes
So what am I doing right now, as your reading my poem
Perhaps going down a grave, most likely you’ll never know
We share the same planet, occupying two different worlds
One is in our head, the other one continuously unfurls
No matter how life is perceived, were merely passing time
That second hand keeps ticking, whilst hours happily chime
Seasons come and go, putting another birthday in the bag
Our circadian clock slows down, toned faces inexorably sag
Oh time that great leveller, eventually catches up with us all
Greatest force of nature, indifferent to light speed, or a crawl
Who started the clock ticking, or is all just radioactive decay
Countdown has only one direction, sorry there’s no other way
So onwards and upwards, past the stratosphere we will go
Back to where it all started, about fourteen billion years ago
And then what happens, that’s what you really want to know
I’ll let you in on the secret, perhaps not, will only spoil the show
''T'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
06/11/21
The Waves
We walk along the shore together.
We stop, and look out upon the sea.
Words come to the surface,
and sink again,
unspoken.
You hold my hand,
and my heart hears the sound of music...
all around,
with no one nearby at all,
but the call of the seagulls in the distance.
The mermaids laugh watching us.
They know nothing of true love,
and yet pray they may someday,
touch the land,
and hear a band...
and then stand.
The dolphins swim by,
on their way to tomorrow.
They tease us, and please us
with their antics.
You laugh and break the silence between us,
the timbre, the resonance...
like a thousand pieces of fine glass,
raining down from the heavens
and changing the light of the rainbow
it created as it glanced off the surface
of each individual piece shaped
by the moment,
that can never be
repeated.
My soul is close to God,
when I am near to you.
He gave you to me,
so I would be complete.
I am on my knees
asking...
please...
stay a while,
stay as long as you can,
and take my hand,
into forever.
There ain’t no two ways about it man,
it just has to be because of you.
Before you came along we could do,
about anything we wanted to.
Man, life was great, life was great, before,
you came along and ruined it all.
There’s Haight-Ashbury’s summer of love,
Newport, Altamont, and Monterey.
And then we hit the road to Woodstock,
and let me tell you man, that was great.
We had free love, drugs, and miniskirts,
we were sure having ourselves a ball.
The Beatles really started smoking,
after Bob Dylan showed them the way.
Next came The Stones, The Doors, and Simon,
with Joplin, Hendrix, and Marvin Gaye.
All of the men burned up their draft cards,
and all the women took off their bra.
There were sit-ins and all-night love fests,
Feminine Mystique, I Have a Dream.
The Hippies knew the right way to live,
there was no end to the fun it seemed.
Black, white, red, brown, pink, purple, or green,
were brothers and sisters one and all.
We had sex, drugs, and hard Rock-n-Roll,
and wore some wildflowers in our hair.
Even left our tracks upon the moon,
man, we could do anything we dared.
Man, life was great, life was great, before,
you came along and ruined it all.
Things might still be a little fuzzy
But that’s how it happened as I recall.
On the hard cement, she lay
Her dark hair was matted, and her skin was grey
At her side was a soulless shoe
Her face, beaten black and blue
Her clothes were very tattered and torn
Everything about her looked well-worn,
She was well known in this street
Where she played the violin, so haunting and sweet
Something did not feel right today
She picked up her violin and started to play.
Her violin was her best friend,
Without this instrument, her life would end,
She lost herself in the magic of the sound
as her violin played to those who usually stood round
Listening to her play
But not today.
The street was almost empty; hardly anyone was about,
Which made her feel uneasy. And then she heard him shout,
As she saw him coming towards her, she began to shake
Where were the passers-by, for goodness sake?
As the young lout got closer, he yelled. At her to play
She lifted her violin, and the hoon snatched it away
Waving it in the air and taunting her as he did,
He said he would return it if she gave him a few quid
I cannot show you any money; I have none to give.
Said the terrified woman, who had to busker daily
Because she had to eat to live.
The hooligan felt defeated. No money was forthcoming,
He tormented and bashed the woman in the face,
She fell, and he started running
He raced up the road, feeling no remorse
How could he know his fate was sealed? Of course
A police car turned the corner without noticing the lad
There was an almighty screech of brakes
The outcome was both unexpected and sad.
The felon lay in the middle of the road, gasping for breath,
He and the woman he murdered had an untimely death
(after Alphonse de Lamartine)
Thus, ever driven onward to new shores, borne constantly away,
Can we never, in the Ocean of the Ages, drop anchor for a day?
Oh, this beautiful lake! The year has hardly flown,
yet here am I, beside these so-beloved waves of hers. Here, but alone.
Waves! You crashed against these rocks for her, white-blazing, beat
your heads against the wind, but also caressed her lovely feet.
One night - do you remember? - we lay here and felt
the rhythmic swish of oarsmen, slicing through your pelt.
That night was so enchanted, I swear to you I heard
accents never known on earth, as she let fall these words:
"Oh, Time, stop your flight! Hours, don't run away!
Allow us to savor this delight, the best of life's brief day!
So many unhappy ones implore you. Run, run for them.
Take, too, the cares which eat them up. But leave us in pacem.
It's fruitless to complain, but these moments aren't enough:
I beg shy Night to linger, but look - bold Dawn scares her off.
So let us love, then. Let us love! Time can not be caged.
Make haste: we'll strut our tiny hour, and then must quit the stage."
Jealous Time! Why do you rob with such frank eagerness
our days of joy, but dawdle when you see us in distress?
Why is it that we live and love, but leave no trace?
Why give us these raptures, which you then efface?
Eternity. Nothingness. The Past. Such somber chasms!
Where do you hide our human fire, our passion-prompted spasms?
Lake! Tall rocks! Oh, deep and secret woods! Nos amis!
Won't you keep of us at least some memory?
We live on in your calm, Sweet Lake, your storms, your laughing shores,
your gloomy pine trees, craggy rocks, through which the water roars.
It's in the summer wind we'll live, which ruffles as it kisses,
and in the single thoughtful star, which reflects and reminisces.
The rose which droops, the oak in ivy gloved,
the fragrance of the forest. These will tell the world, "They loved!"