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There is a network of very powerful entities.
All worship satan very seriously.
Their network ranges internationally,
engaging in a great variety of the most depraved criminality.
Their satanic ideology,
is to bring about the end of the world eventually,
so that a new world can begin,
ruled by them and satan.
They range from street people to businessmen,
and have a great influence in many departments of law enforcement,
to the high ranks of very powerful international politicians.
They are involved in the drug trade and the trafficking of children,
to feed the depraved appetites of rich, powerful, deviant men and women,
then this demonic network moves on to blackmailing them,
providing in great part this network's financing.
Many sensationalized crimes that were broadcast to everyone,
has a direct connection to this network that worships satan,
who believe that random acts of violence, chaos and terrorism,
will bring about their deity's foreseen armageddon.
where they will all forever rule under their master satan.
As fantastic as this sounds, it is really happening.
There is a great deal of cooperated documentation.
They are completely off the grid with no fixed location,
but beware, The Process Church of the Final Judgement.
To be truly, fully present
Of consciousness and
answering why we are here,
These studies are a promising field of research
Yet by powerful backlash
research has halted
For severe depression and PTSD
Universities use micro-doses of psylocibin
Derived from mushrooms
It lowers stress and doesn’t
cause hallucinations
Follow up studies show dramatic improvement
of conditions not previously responsive
to conventional medications and therapies
This chemical is still widely banned
Except for a few controlled studies
Underway at accredited, renowned medical
and psychiatric departments
at major universities
When popular conventional
therapies prove ineffective
the 60’s and 70’s proved a fertile ground
for those seeking help
New age treatment called Primal Therapy,
When religious cults such as love Guru’s
Hare`Krishna mantras, Buddhist chants
of Nam-Myoho-renge-kio or being shakabukued
or Hollywood fix its— for anxiety’s
mental illness failed,
Came the psychotherapists
and the latest Primal Scream Therapy
new and experimental, so-called Hollywood therapists
took it to levels unimaginable and a bit too far
and should have never been licensed!
Pain is often the fountain of direction in our lives
We will experience rejection in this life
But it is the pathway to the direction we often need!
The hunger for progression must meet rejection!
In the depths of our understanding
We know that there is more because we want more!
The cure for passivity will be something that shakes us
And this will make us move in another direction
Rejection is therefore a way forward
It is a way to start something new!
Many will face rejection in many departments of life
However, in order to see the light of life
The coldest situation is often placed upon you
But remember, not rejection but direction!
Sometimes we are asked to enter a destiny through rejection
If we really want more of ourselves and our purpose in life
Then, we must walk through the process of rejection
Because in the end, our love will be measured through the darkness!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Stressing
But there are blessings in your future
The stress is valuable
In reality, you can live through the storm
There are blessings in your future
Don’t give up now
The sun sets but nothing can stop it from rising again
We are trained in many departments of life
This is necessary to show us the value of having a purpose!
Life carries storms and
A blaze of sunshine so
Never decline your future!
Strike a chord with destiny and
Let your gift feed humanity and even
If a river of darkness comes your way
Remember, you belong to your purpose
Because there are blessings in your future!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Pain is often the fountain of direction in our lives
We will experience rejection in this life
But it is the pathway to the direction we often need!
The hunger for progression must meet rejection!
In the depths of our understanding
We know that there is more because we want more!
The cure for passivity will be something that shakes us
And this will make us move in another direction
Rejection is therefore a way forward
It is a way to start something new!
Many will face rejection in many departments of life
However, in order to see the light of life
The coldest situation is often placed upon you
But remember, not rejection but direction!
Sometimes we are asked to enter a destiny through rejection
If we really want more of ourselves and our purpose in life
Then, we must walk through the process of rejection
Because in the end, we will measure our love through the darkness!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
The Directorate of Criminal Investigations can attest
That none raised a claim against him, even in jest,
And reports on his environmental conduct all agree
That he never injured a sprouting tree,
And that all he did was to the favor of Mother Nature.
Apart from a short peace-keeping mission overseas,
He worked for a charitable foundation that preaches peace,
He never skipped a day of work and never got fired.
Tax evasion was to him an unpatriotic sin,
And he paid all his levies with a mirthful grin.
All his Sacco reports faithfully indicate
That he remitted his contributions and didn’t wait
To be reminded by the office like the rest.
The media sorority remains convinced in every way
That he bought the three mainstream papers every day.
Policies registered in his name doubtless show
That he was fully insured from head to toe.
The departments of health well understand
That he was cognizant of the benefits of the National Health Insurance Fund.
He had the things necessary to a man of his day:
A radio, a piano, a car, and a house fit for his modest stay.
Researchers into Public Opinion are satisfied
That he had the right opinions for the day and year;
If things were alright, he agreed: if things were foul, he defied.
He married a pious girl and added five souls to the population,
Which experts say was the perfect number for a father of his generation.
His teachers are grateful he was never a nuisance to their work.
Whether he was happy or free is a question rather absurd,
But had anything been wrong we should have no doubt heard!
I went into town for usual errands yesterday
A nice day with everything seeming fine
I came home to news of the Red Jacket Resort on fire
It is the largest historic resort in town, nearby
The fire was huge, 20 departments from out of town responded
People jumped from balconies to get out for their lives
3 people were injured, but thankfully not life threatening
It was built from the start in the 1800’s, having new owners recently
A luxurious place to visit with many things in the size of it
It is on a hill where coverage showed smoke bellowing out
The main road was shut down as 75 rooms were destroyed
Today, I saw it with half of it gone, a bulldozer and media there
For now, there is no cause determined, as people wait for answers
Heidi Sands
5/1/22
"Compartmentalize your life around your dreams, hobbies,
goals even your grief and hurt and you will grow as a person."
Quote _by Constance
I like things in my life in compartments,
good at dividing and separating;
like a store with different departments.
A time to pen poems captivating,
and divide all my emotions inside;
even put to the side things frustrating.
I put my grief in a box that I hide,
my past memories in a chest to keep;
oh yes, I like to ascribe and divide.
I go to the cemetery to weep,
for all those I loved now gone up above;
but try to not let them into dreams creep.
There is a time for seeking a truelove,
assign, label, seclude, group, draw apart;
and a time for finding my own self-love.
Each day has a specific time for art,
and a time to pray and to talk with God;
my beliefs are mine and part of my heart.
my friend Buddha helps me 'cause I am flawed,
I survive by having things in their place;
for in my past from deep pits I have clawed,
Each day I live in harmony and grace,
my way may not be yours but it is mine;
happiness is when each thing has a space.
You march calling for taxes on
things that you think we should not eat,
tax the soda, tax the chips,
and above all tax the meat!
We point out that you have no right,
you stamp your feet and raise your voice,
utterly convinced that we
should be deprived of our free choice.
We chose to smoke or choose to drink,
aware of the potential risks,
the fact you can’t control our acts
just seems to make you more pissed,
then you badger the government,
“Use the law to make them see!”
Mind your business, no one else’s,
keep you damn laws off my body.
You claim health care should have no cost,
and be provided without charge
by governments that cannot run
departments for registering cars.
You think I should give up my health
to those power-hungry minds
who lie and drag you through the courts
if you dare to expose their crimes?
They let people suffer so
they can win a few extra votes,
you don’t think that they would 'let die'
any ‘inconvenient’ sick folk?
Institutions ever corrupt,
and cursed with inefficiency,
have no business treating people,
keep you damn laws off my body.
You claim that every woman should
be able to kill without regret,
as long as it’s their own child,
and has not left the womb yet.
Never mind the barbarism,
there is something that I must say:
I’m not part of my mother’s flesh,
I’ve got my own damn DNA!
Some claim it doesn’t matter since
I cannot survive on my own,
but neither can a five-year old,
and yet murder is not condoned.
I’ve never seen the Earth before,
but I’m a unique entity,
You cut me up and say it’s fine?
Keep you damn laws off my body!
Mary Fletcher was prime minister in olde England, like fondest memory,
Of days when the twilight stood still, with silver moon, floating on sea.
Mary Fletcher was capable and caring, to the country's great benefit;
Like spring rains of green benevolence, trailing the fragrant evidence.
Andrew was Mary's loving husband. Their lives were so happy together!
Like allurng, violet future, that recalls moments in lush, green heather.
Scarlet summer was all in a fever, as faceted friends called, flustered;
Passing fields of fabled enchantment, where silky, lilac wind muttered.
Faces of family came in dreams, and in person, on the Fridays of fairs;
Full of food, games and fun activities, like colored, hopscotch squares.
Mary lived in the house of butterflies, forever peeking at the windows;
Offering the frequent flashes of color, like every shade of the primrose.
Saturdays wore its smiles, on Mary's street of pretty robins screeching;
Where blue dragonflies were dancing, and chirpy crickets had meetings.
Owls stared wide-eyed fascination, as neighbors came, one with night;
In the company of nostalgic, new moon, like velvet under the spotlight.
'Mangave mission to Mars' lifted off, when the 'corpse flowers' lay dying;
And 'grow anywhere' trees sprang hither and yon, without halfway trying.
During storms of 'dahlias electric flash,' or dark nights of 'showy lanterns,'
'Rose feather' blooms took the spotlight, while secrets hid in blue caverns.
As Andrew was crossing a bridge one sunny day, a large chunk of it fell,
Breaking the car's blue windshield! How he escaped harm, none can tell.
Andrew sent Mary an emergency message, apprising her of grave danger;
And she notified the right departments, within moments. Anxiety changer!
The bridge was capably repaired, due to the action of Andrew's first lady;
Like midnight of mimosa fragrance, giving raptures to areas grown shady!
'London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.
Build It Up With Bricks of Shaw,
Bricks So Sure,
Bricks So Sure,
Build It Up With Bricks of Shaw,
My Fair Lady.
It Will Stand For Ever More,
Ever More,
Ever More,
It Will Stand For Ever More,
My Fair Lady.'