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Pen to paper, Ink to page..
Pen to paper, ink to page, the story writes itself throughout your life. Isn't it your own destiny to live your life? without influence from others, without the direction of any other than your own eternal compass leading you where your soul does wish to reach? The path defined only by the dreams of the self and no other. Little can stop the will of the driven few which lie slumbering beneath the surface. Those of us all whom gather when the world stands amiss, torn from it's ways by profit driven simpletons. With open eyes and souls ready to listen to the call of help shuttering from the depths of ones own core, to fix the mess we have made for ourselves. To reach for the dreams we all can feel burning within, those we know can be reached, and yet until now were thought to be just outside the bounds of possibility. Sustainable food sources, power without limits, free of waste, lacking all loss of efficiency, limitations once had on all forms of progress lifted. Unlimited possibilities arise from free-thought with no bias in mind. Imagine for just a moment that you could have all the energy you could use free of charge, a printer that could provide you with anything you could think of, out of any material known.. The mind runs wild if you let it from such a statement, yet it is not far-fetched in this day and age. We are at but the cusp, of this moment in time, when this all proves to be more than just possible but alas, is an option available now if we accept it. We must quit the things that have failed us, and move on, rather than sit idle whilst the world crumbles unnecessarily around us. Realize our mistakes and improve upon what we've learned along the way, thus far. It is never too late to admit you are wrong, only too early to submit; that you can't look for other options. There always is an answer yet to be found, elsewhere if not already within reach, it is upon you to know simply how to find the answers you seek. If the quest for answers becomes your mastery what could there ever be which you did not understand? Nothing could stand in our way nor would need to. An intuitive, clear-minded, well nourished populace could build currently next to unimaginable feats of engineering which could open the doors for endless way of life altering level expansions of human ingenuity. There would be new tech hitting the shelves daily at some point. The rate of change exponentially increasing as people everywhere solve the problems plaguing us all for as long as we've known. The truest bliss, could exist.
The Birth of..
How to begin,.. a question that plagues the very idea of living as I decide is best. One which cannot be defined by any; other than the self which chooses. 'Happiness is only real when shared.' My own words they are not, though less than true these words are far from. For a moment of happiness can be achieved time and time again, yet what is that moment, other than a beautiful point in one's existence. It defines the self, it drives the soul forward to the goal it strives to reach. It is something which is chased down the path which guides the eyes of the traveler. The one that calls to the wanderer in us all. It is lit by imagination, and lined with the dreamer's esoteric secrets.
It breathes us in and exhales our worry, our pain, & our troubles. Holds on for the comfort it can stand to grasp, as it soothes all agony both mental and emotional. Sickens us to test us, to strengthen that which is learning to become immune. War on the system creates beyond what it set out to destroy. The internal genocide of physical values allow for growth within the soul which otherwise cannot occur. The last importance of legality resides not on paper, not in leather-bound books containing law, but rather upon the mind. The mind which feeds the body, the mind which guides the soul, the mind outside the self. Illusion blocking potential from clarity, eyelids sewn shut with the last remaining thread of intelligence, the time now falters. Shifting on it's axis, tilting on it's balance, veil now slipping, yawns are heard in silence worldwide. The door soon to close, there are numerous others left to awaken. The final closure of which, may have it's profound effects upon the remaining few.
Startled and shaken, they stumble out into the light for the first time in ages. They wonder if there had ever been others that got to experience the beauty of the world they witness upon their first journey beyond the forbidden zone. Shouldn't they be the first or else the history of their ancestors is not what it seems. What was taught to be their past could very well be nothing more than delusional ramblings of an uncertain nature or time. A grand story which was forgotten countless times prior only to be reiterated as the memory of the wise one serves best. There is little that can be said beyond what the wisdom of the 'wisest' of a group has to say, without of course the rebellion of tradition first. Followed shortly by the re-guided understanding of truer values in which to lead the self in different directions and beyond further horizons.
It breathes us in and exhales our worry, our pain, & our troubles. Holds on for the comfort it can stand to grasp, as it soothes all agony both mental and emotional. Sickens us to test us, to strengthen that which is learning to become immune. War on the system creates beyond what it set out to destroy. The internal genocide of physical values allow for growth within the soul which otherwise cannot occur. The last importance of legality resides not on paper, not in leather-bound books containing law, but rather upon the mind. The mind which feeds the body, the mind which guides the soul, the mind outside the self. Illusion blocking potential from clarity, eyelids sewn shut with the last remaining thread of intelligence, the time now falters. Shifting on it's axis, tilting on it's balance, veil now slipping, yawns are heard in silence worldwide. The door soon to close, there are numerous others left to awaken. The final closure of which, may have it's profound effects upon the remaining few.
Startled and shaken, they stumble out into the light for the first time in ages. They wonder if there had ever been others that got to experience the beauty of the world they witness upon their first journey beyond the forbidden zone. Shouldn't they be the first or else the history of their ancestors is not what it seems. What was taught to be their past could very well be nothing more than delusional ramblings of an uncertain nature or time. A grand story which was forgotten countless times prior only to be reiterated as the memory of the wise one serves best. There is little that can be said beyond what the wisdom of the 'wisest' of a group has to say, without of course the rebellion of tradition first. Followed shortly by the re-guided understanding of truer values in which to lead the self in different directions and beyond further horizons.
Mind Pollution; The Poisoning of the Human Mind
After we crawled out of the seas, it took us thousands of generations to learn how to breathe the air and adapt to living on the land, our "natural environment". It's reasonable to assume that it will take us dozens of generations to adapt to the new, electronic environment that's rapidly replacing our "natural" one. The wild mood swings and the barely repressed anger may simply be symptoms of the shock our systems are experiencing in our daily lives. We are emerging evolutionary creatures, panting for breath on an electronic beach.
That beach is full of pollutants and poisons that added to all the human made pollutants that infect our Earth, water, air, and food will and does pollute and poison all we have left, namely our minds or what we have left of them.
The ecology of the mind is under threat with things such as noise, the 'info toxins' from the ad pedlars; cultural diversity and info-diversity.
With the quiet that descends by turning off the household god, known as television the silence allows the free flow of thought. Many are afraid of thoughts and will seek to silence them with noise.
For most of human history the ambient noise was wind, rain, insects, birds, animals and people. Now the soundtrack of our lives is the hum of electronics driving our hydro rates up be it computers, the endless droning of appliances and various gadgets and the dull roar of traffic. Various kinds of noise; white, pink,blue, brown, are ever omnipresent. Trying to live your life above our wired world is like living next to a speedway: you 'get used to it', but at the cost of your mindfulness.
Les noise is what we need. Silence is to a healthy mind what clean air and water are to a healthy body. Long ago we learned to be careful of what we dumped into our bodies; now we need to be equally careful about what we dump into our minds. Our minds are the pastures of the ad pedlars and what the peddle is poisoning our minds, both individually and collectively. It is a question of freedom.
When men mutually agreed to [a** laws against robbing, mankind became more free, not less so. We must decide whose freedom is more important: the bank robber's or the banker's; the ad marketeer's or our own. We need to grasp the idea of mind pollution; what is it and who designs it and orchestrates it; who feeds our minds with poisons...
That beach is full of pollutants and poisons that added to all the human made pollutants that infect our Earth, water, air, and food will and does pollute and poison all we have left, namely our minds or what we have left of them.
The ecology of the mind is under threat with things such as noise, the 'info toxins' from the ad pedlars; cultural diversity and info-diversity.
With the quiet that descends by turning off the household god, known as television the silence allows the free flow of thought. Many are afraid of thoughts and will seek to silence them with noise.
For most of human history the ambient noise was wind, rain, insects, birds, animals and people. Now the soundtrack of our lives is the hum of electronics driving our hydro rates up be it computers, the endless droning of appliances and various gadgets and the dull roar of traffic. Various kinds of noise; white, pink,blue, brown, are ever omnipresent. Trying to live your life above our wired world is like living next to a speedway: you 'get used to it', but at the cost of your mindfulness.
Les noise is what we need. Silence is to a healthy mind what clean air and water are to a healthy body. Long ago we learned to be careful of what we dumped into our bodies; now we need to be equally careful about what we dump into our minds. Our minds are the pastures of the ad pedlars and what the peddle is poisoning our minds, both individually and collectively. It is a question of freedom.
When men mutually agreed to [a** laws against robbing, mankind became more free, not less so. We must decide whose freedom is more important: the bank robber's or the banker's; the ad marketeer's or our own. We need to grasp the idea of mind pollution; what is it and who designs it and orchestrates it; who feeds our minds with poisons...
He Said
The antidote for 50 enemies is 1 friend
..........Aristotle......
..........Aristotle......
The mystery of the false leg
The false leg was found by Edna Mc Feckwit, a widow ever since her late husband passed away from choking on an oxtail bone shortly after WW2, she was dumping her left over jigsaw pieces into a hedge when she discovered the prosthetic limb.
The police were called and Detective Marsupial was put in charge of the case. A forensic team gathered the evidence and this was presented to the Detective who issued his statement to the gathered world press.
To the average person it was just a false leg left in a hedge but to a seasoned veteran like Marsupial something foul and sinister was afoot.
Murder and international fraud had occurred; he issued his profile of the suspect or suspects.
Suspect 1: A woman (allegedly) with the mind of a two year old who believed herself to be Miss World.
Suspect 2: A beach hating fisherman who was an avid hunter of faceless cyber entities.
Suspect 3: A Highly intelligent woman with an addiction to tea who walked faster than lightning.
Suspect 4: A Kind hearted animal lover with an artistic and poetic flair and penchant for Chinese takeaways.
Suspect 5: A writer, male with an international heritage that was never seen without something on his head.
Suspect 6: A nightshift worker, female with a need to be “seen to” Likes coffee and being in love.
More clues and possible suspects will be supplied as this investigation progresses.
Who is the guilty suspect and why?
The police were called and Detective Marsupial was put in charge of the case. A forensic team gathered the evidence and this was presented to the Detective who issued his statement to the gathered world press.
To the average person it was just a false leg left in a hedge but to a seasoned veteran like Marsupial something foul and sinister was afoot.
Murder and international fraud had occurred; he issued his profile of the suspect or suspects.
Suspect 1: A woman (allegedly) with the mind of a two year old who believed herself to be Miss World.
Suspect 2: A beach hating fisherman who was an avid hunter of faceless cyber entities.
Suspect 3: A Highly intelligent woman with an addiction to tea who walked faster than lightning.
Suspect 4: A Kind hearted animal lover with an artistic and poetic flair and penchant for Chinese takeaways.
Suspect 5: A writer, male with an international heritage that was never seen without something on his head.
Suspect 6: A nightshift worker, female with a need to be “seen to” Likes coffee and being in love.
More clues and possible suspects will be supplied as this investigation progresses.
Who is the guilty suspect and why?
#StayStrongManchester
Thoughts with the people of Manchester today.
A new level of depravity as children become targets.
#StayStrongManchester
Danny
A new level of depravity as children become targets.
#StayStrongManchester
Danny
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How Americans View Other Religions Will & Won’t Surprise You
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