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You see, I have a certain title in mind for a book I will write, and
It will probably be a book of poems and short stories, many of which
will portray life's experiences, good and bad ones, with which I have been
privileged. The Title includes the word 'We', pointing to CONNECTIVITY and embracing the importance of 'COLLECTIVE RESPONSIBILITY'. This title came to mind several years ago when I began to take writing seriously, and it has not ceased being at the very top among every other title under consideration. This title SPEAKS best to what I really want to say and present to the readers of my book. The title SUGGESTS that forgetfulness is both a natural weakness as well as a temptation that is capable of delivering dire consequences.
Moreover, this title which has proven UNFORGETTABLE to me, ASSUMES that we mortals are quick to forget. I am especially targeting my descendants and the general public, pleading with them to take certain matters to heart and never forget them; to observe what I am saying; and relating to them that it would be well worth the effort for them to weigh the contents of the book carefully to gain insight and wisdom as a result.
"What's in a title?", you ask. A good title has the ABILITY to arrest and captivate. A great one has the POWER to 'speak' and project 'feelings', INFLUENCING expectant readers to believe that the book's contents is a 'must read'. 'Titles to die for' EMBRACE like a blanket and warm our heart.
050221PSCtest, What's In A Title, Line Gauthier. 2P
THE BATTLE OF THE MINDS FOR THE
SOLE POSSESSION OF ALL SOULS
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN
MENTAL WELLNESS AND
MENTAL ILLNESS , IS
UNDERSTANDING AND
KNOWING THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG.
WHY WOULDN'T YOU WANT A
MENTALLY ILL LEADER TO LEAD YOU ?
THE SAME REASON YOU WOULDN'T WANT AN INCOMPETENT LEADER TO LEAD YOU.
WHY WOULD YOU PUT YOUR LIFE
IN THE HANDS OF INCOMPETENT
AND MENTALLY ILL INDIVIDUALS
WHO DON'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN MEN AND WOMEN ,
RIGHT AND WRONG ,
ROBOTS AND HUMAN BEINGS.
SOCIOLOGICAL BEHAVIOR OBSERVERS
RECOGNIZE THE PHRASE
IF YOU CAN'T BEAT THEM ,
BEAT THEM UP.
KILL THEM IF NECESSARY.
SECRETS MUST REMAIN SECRET.
THE GENERAL PUBLIC ARE ALLOWED
SUCCESS BUT ONLY TO A DEGREE.
THEY ARE ONLY ALLOWED TO LEARN THE TRUTH.
AGAIN ONLY TO A DEGREE.
ONCE THE ORDINARY BEINGS RECOGNIZE AND UNDERSTAND ELEVATED CONSCIOUSNESS
AND INTUITION , POLICY MAKERS ,
SOCIOLOGICAL BEHAVIOR
OBSERVERS AND GROUPS
AND THE THOUSANDS OF
THINK TANKS AROUND THE WORLD
WILL TAKE ACTION TO PROTECT THEIR
SELF APPOINTED AUTHORITY TO
CONTROL THE LIVES OF THOSE
THEY BELIEVE TO BE UNINTELLIGIBLE.
THE COMMON OR AVERAGE BEING
OR PERSON WHO IS CAPABLE OF ELEVATING CONSCIOUSNESS AND INTUITION
WILL BECOME A THREAT TO THE SELF APPOINTED
LORDS AND LEADERS .
THOSE WHO MERELY CLAIM TO BE
THE AUTHORITY OR IN CHARGE OF ,
STAND OVER AND ABOVE THE SO CALLED SUBORDINATES FOLLOWERS AND SUBJECTS.
IT'S BEEN 2000 YEARS AND THE SPIRITUAL BATTLE
BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL CONTINUES.
A BATTLE OF THE MINDS
FOR THE POSSESSION OF ALL SOULS.
WITH NEW TECHNIQUES AND TECHNOLOGIES.
REACHING A POINT IN TIME WHERE
TRANSHUMANISM AND ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
HAVE DELIBERATELY BEEN DESIGNED AND COMBINED AND CREATED TO CAPTURE AND CONTROL THE BODY , MIND AND SOUL OF ALL MANKIND.
FREE WILL , FREE THOUGHT , FREEDOM
TO SPEAK TO AND SEEK GUIDANCE
FROM THE UNIVERSE , DIRECTLY FROM CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE.
HAS BECOME AND IS CONSIDERED
A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY AND DEMOCRACY. DISINFORMATION , MISINFORMATION AND
A DYSTOPIAN WAY OF LIFE.
THE BATTLE OF THE MINDS...
FOR THE SOLE POSSESSION...
OF ALL SOULS.
Michael E. Harris
04072023
i sit lonely. the crowded restaurant is thick with sound. i pick away at it moving back into the stagnant silence of my own comfort. the air is nasty here telepathically abusing my thought patterns. still a far cry better then the loud hum of food making its way to the vacant crowd surrounds me. a decorated plate joins me at my table. immediately striking a conversation with the cutlery who had waited too long for her arrival. there is no call from the governor much to the dismay of various ethnic leaves now being executed. many bites later at my request a paper plane flies in ahead of schedule. a swipe of my plastic card makes quick work of bills demands and i exit seemingly too quick for the human eye to catch. i hate this part. i parley my journey to a few twists and turns all the while staring done at a concrete maze never making eye contact with a single soul. i do that. i always do that -keep the entrance of my being away from those who would stare me down and attempt to engage me in conversation with a desire to lock eyes. if they looked in they would burn and i would be held responsible. finally i reach my own personal mecca the only environment i feel safe in. my therapist will be proud almost an hour today. my progress will be staggering to her assuming i see her again. i am covered in my own dew. my breathing is sporadic. i line up an array of pills like good soldiers as i commence my attempt to survive another day. it will take hours to regain my sanity all the while questioning the purpose of assimilating back into the dungeon with the general public. it behooves me to find one positive reason i would want to join the rank and file again. to plug back in to that horrendous grid i escaped oh so long ago. i grow weary of my own thoughts. ignoring those voices slowly i regain my footing. having resumed my pleasant demeanour i plant roots hoping they’ll take hold. i attempt to return back into the vacuum of my existence. i fail and much to my displeasure exist as i always have. i sit lonely.
Written by
Armand Hamouth
aka Maurice Yvonne
(Africa) What They Would Have Us Believe
They, this Cabaal,
subversively insist - alas,
That Africa's problems
are merely inherent - thus
Note: Warlords abound
in that Continent's mass,
Enamoured and recruited from poverty - to assist..
Then paid to make genocide
coincidentally..though
Millions have died
Child soldiers captured,
then sold, drugged and raped
Sadly of course,
not able to resist,
Tho many have tried
And yet that is what,
They would have us believe
it's coincidence only..
'Nothing to see'
To murderous villainy through
mind control,
brutal machine with
- machete and gun
An innocent child torn from parents - a son,
unseen evil elements
are rejoicing the pain
fomented Rawanda complicit UN
Parents and children
no more comfort again
though long since - these cretins prepared..
elite 'Bloodline' WWF illuminati
Cabaal,
Feeding on innocence, as they simply have none.
to feed Deep State
a Chaotic deep hole
fiscal ruin FIAT money
towards intended fate
And yet that is what,
They would have us believe
- it's coincidence only..
'Nothing to see'
Blood soaked Diamonds collected..
- Sierra Leone
sold through Belgium,
New World Order
- Luciferian throne
after all this time, 'Democratic' Congo is still,
- so under the thumb
Herewith and henceforth collision in war
Angola, Sudan torture,
and the paid for, terror
the UN sit watching,
by default they are - erasing the poor
Western nations, general public,
are fickle and numb..
Can we see all the evidence.? Is justice in residence? Under our glorious sun what dark deeds have been done.? We knew it
By the ( moniker lucky?) Which comes from lucifer.' It never before struck me.'
Now its rolling round inside of me.? Ned
Was a man who got pushed too far, and
The empires tentacles, reached out with fan-fare'
From South Africa, an inspector came and
A mass of Vic troopers, cannibal black trackers, and the papers smeared his name, that was in 1889.! Its quite simple and plain.' 2026 now, Dezi you killed too ( no body cameras worn?) So we are
Told.' Hey you coppers is that real true? Is it
Dinkum? Or just stinkin.? Whats emmenating from your heap.? Are there any real ( lawful coppers.?) Active.
? Maybe
They have resigned, or perhaps they're
Paid to sleep.? Yet let me raise the issue;
Of a battler.' ( known as Biff ) who has
had
A past of law-less-ness.' Yet has turned
around , and willingly gives, out his feats,
just a man of
Benalla where i'd once go to watch the flicks
Turned ( journalist ) you-tuber..in Vic the
Bloke still lives? So he did a minor
tresspass.! at the place where that
(rat-sell.!) Went down, to inform the
general public, about any freaky
actions? And what have we found.? That he's being taken to court..And its rumoured he'll face
A judge he has known for years.? The same judge Dezi was taking to court.!
Yes looks like ( predjudice to my eyes )
And it tolls, also dirge-like in my ears..So
Thats the type of system, in Victoria at least, yet the states are all connected mates.' Its the nature of the beast.! A shame before the world so wide, just corruption and cover-ups on all sides
Cause Biffs legal team (
has left him folks!!) Just like that..As
with Tommy Cooper's
Catch-phrase..( which led onto many jokes.')
Yes that is the absurd reality, so I wish Biff all the best ( and a full public gallery')
May you-tubers, swarm into the joint'
And God in justice the verdict fully annoint.)
We are badgered by the media most every other day,
Blaring that self-appointed conjurors want to take our God away!
Maybe they should be challenged with more productive things to do,
Like caring for the hungry and homeless, ceasing such hullabaloo!
Seems that most folks find The Creator comforting and consoling,
And can do without others' jaundiced views and constant cajoling.
It wouldn't harm our youth to respect The Ruler of this celestial ball,
Or they might grow to adulthood respecting little or nothing at all!
A few misguided souls tout the First Amendment and free speech,
When any mention of God is made, thinking it an alarming breach!
Did they ever consider they are infringing on another person's right,
When they want to cease the mention of God in things we say or write!
Prayer is out of schools, they want to change the Pledge of Allegiance,
Deleting all references to God and His much needed munificence!
The Ten Commandments are no longer desired for general public view.
How dare they presume that they are offensive to me and you!
Great civilizations have crumbled from far less than we condone.
The vast majority of folks believe there is a God yet on His throne,
Praying that one day to this great nation sanity will be restored.
As the Psalmist said, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
She bought a computer
Hooked it up by herself
Thought that she'd find a suitor
Fit for a tudor
She'd heard friends talking
How they entered the game
She felt she knew now
She could do the same
She filled out the description
How she was tall and slim
Job experience on a whim
Lingerie model should please them
Long flowing blonde hair
Pouty lips to boot
Sure this description was a hoot
What else could she say about such a beauty as she
When looking in the room
A different scene we see
Old dumpy woman
Down on her knees
Scrubbing the floors
Baseboards too
Ruffened hands from labor
Would this work at all
Only being truthful
Will get you a date
Even if your life is getting on late
Tell all the qualities that are inside
That is the way to be a bride
(This is not an original idea but comes from an old TV commerical of years ago when
computers first became available for the general public. I need to work on this.)
Form:
Public Cyst
The public cyst, from the big bad city,
The one who tells you, how to be pretty
And sell yourself, for the dollar;
Let the general public attach a lead to your collar.
Be exactly what they expect you to be,
Then let them condemn you, after they stopped you being free,
To express yourself, musically or poetically;
For their policy, is simply make you agree.
They only buy your work, if it’s deemed cool by the magazines,
Which are only deemed cool by word of mouth;
So maybe we should all let out a scream and shout:
No to the government,
Yes to empowerment.
No to taxes,
Yes to investment.
No to prejudice,
Yes to justice.
No to inflation,
Viva la revolution.
Yes to freedom,
Yes to salvation.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Feint and Bolo are friends
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Thy train under the management of
Arttie Repertoire a A&R Sports management firm
which specializes in Controlling and Evaluation Services
During a sporting exhibition they were challenged
by two future performers. One had a great knack at speaking
and used his VOCab to get under the skin of the two performers..
The management team saw a profit in such spectacle.
Alot of musicains were there with some reporters.
A radio station broadcasted the news live on air.
A sportspod performance agency sorted out
the details.
Counter point and perspectives got people
talking. So many calls came into the radio station
that they had to call two Professional promoters to sort the detail. A Sports Firm called in
then and rivaled one of the promoters.
Welll by the end of the day nothing was settled.
In the morning on a TV show it started up again
with people accussing both promoters of being to chicken to represent the Sports Entertaining Monikers.
They said company profits have weakened the Sport and Gimmicky
promotions that threaten people are outragous and need
oversight and restriction.
Real Wrestling Guru's
called in and finally
one guy said he had been tired of not being allowed to help wrestling succeed.
That everything in Pro Wrestling was outta touch for the general public who often
don't watch or speak of wrestling due to it's inability to connect
to the versed audiences
They called for Billionaires to unite and support regional promoters to create an event that would challenged the modern day Specticle that divides America and her interst.
they called on an evnt that would take two men and call each champion and let them go head to head and create a One Worlds Championship for
the future of People who are interested or just like the divessity of peoples!
You have been living a double life masquerading with two wives; you have been living a double life with man and woman as your wife.
You have not expressed this in public but everyone can see it in your eyes and watch it trembling on your lips. They say that action speaks louder than words and you must always remember this anywhere you go. The ceiling is above your head, and the rocket will launch exactly from your bed.
This town is like a crown and the vibration can be felt all around, from the petrol station to the hardware shop you cannot resist the irony when you go out to shop. This is the best of television I have ever seen for everyone that is embracing this literary dream, it is amusing, it’s confusing but it is entertaining.
Go to the top of the roof and look all around you; everyone is going somewhere but they are not actually going anywhere. Look at their faces and read deep beneath the lines and you will see the age long sacrifice.
Their stories are buried beneath their tongue and the truth is burning their gums.
The big trucks are rolling down the road with goods pile up on top; they are carrying a heavy load, and they are going where destiny is bound. The cars are rolling slowly behind them and everything seemed to be on schedule, good planning and organizing will get you on track just in time to experience the new wonders that have embraced this town.
The demagogues are running around the town with a familiar argument that is out of touch with the general public and a venomous pitch that is dripping from their lips. The music is not quite in tune with the happening that will preside at noon. You have to search out the contrary strings and re-arrange the demagogues before they sing.
You have been living a double life and making me pay for all those sacrifice, clips on wings, buttons and belts and colorful flags hoisted in the air ushering a passionate atmosphere far and near.
It is stirring up the heat and disrupting my heart beat, but it keeps my emotional friend in tune. I have fought hard and long to maintain my song, the cup is full but I must keep riding on.