Category Archives: Purity

The Death Cult Amuses Itself to Death

There are those who amuse themselves to death, these are the ones who enjoy death and destruction.  That is their passion.  There are those who defend the indefensible as profit is all that matters.  Life is a bottom line and the impact on society is a side issue.

I am going to sit with this as I listen to Roger Waters. I feel inspired to write a poem.

First to Roger Waters … Perfect Sense to set the scene behind the insanity we call normal.

My poem inspired by my awakening to power that is not at peace with itself. It’s actions make perfect sense in the light of understanding where we are at.

You may want to ponder the Fool… what is the outcome of the Fool… awakening us to what?

 

DEATH CULT PEDALLED AS PEACE-MEAL


Reframing death as depopulation sustains,

Dehumanising as superiority speaks,

Sending innocent soldiers into wars

Recurring nightmares as trauma haunts war crimes pedalled as patriotism,

Post traumatic stress becomes a nightly bed fellow of hot sweats then cold,

Seeing a hundred yard stare in the eyes of the enemy now blank and empty,

A corpse shell shocked
not a human being
honoured.

 

War is the war against God?

As only those who believe in enemies see a Godless world,

A world of hell and brimstone of firey hatred finds devils in challenges to power,

To remember that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

 

Healthy bodies of perfection from a mother’s undying love,

Returned as memories burning embers of never ending pain of loss,

For they were placed in harms way on a whim and the sin of oiling the wheels of industry
without conscience as they are disposable like built in obscelecense,

Weapons render the human mangled, strangled, disfigured, deformed, disabled and obliterated in wars with reason and frontiers without tears,

For young soldiers are ordered to clean the area,

Pick up the limbs, fingers, feet, burned flesh as they gasp overwhelmed by the repugnant putrid smell at the Gates of hell,

Is this the planned outcome?


For who profits from mayhem, carnage, terrorism and total despair?

Who will repair a lost family, a fallen friend or a desolate city?

As they walked stunned unable to feel humanity as it has been blasted to hell and back,

Can you see man’s inhumanity to man?

Brother to brother?

Father to son?

Generations that will never come,

home.

 

What of the puppet masters?

These are the ones that orchestrate the wars as games,

They send other to do their cruel bidding as they strategically play the game,

And ask

… And another?

They stand righteous with contempt of criticism as if war is always a Just War when one is on the right side of God,

Keep the band playing, keep the PR spinning webs of subterfuge, keep the same narrative repeating and the sheep will follow the wolf to slaughter,

As the dragon sends in flame throwers to burn the evidence without trace elements,

Brings in high powered weapons to avoid the Geneva Conventions,

For there are no wounded only living or dying!

 

Stunned or crying,

As families are obliterated over generations in civil society,

Soldiers in the great wars were never sent into combat with family members to spare mothers the pain of such a clamity and preventing the end of bloodlines,

Yet civilians do not have any special privileges or protections,

They are exposed, vulnerable and defenseless against violent extremism,

As the commander regards conscience as reflection and will not move one inch out of weakness,
He is doing his job!


In the strategic chaos to win markets not friends,

Innocent people traumatised are shaking, screaming, filled with anxious fear,

For there are those who gain pleasure from pain,

As ritual satanic abuse is normalised in the pursuit of power as a dark mass attack,

Raping for self gratification in a theatre of war that is not a show and tell,

As secret societies, cults are disciplined in hierarchies of rules, oaths and allegiances,

Children are rounded up in a fox hunt as objects or things are non humans,

In third world countries there are no birth certificates as so many are missing in action,

They are transported to the ONE ring,

Child trafficking, poppy cultivation, prostitution, arms are the industries of narcissism where thorns are horns as they surrender to violence as the final arbiter over life and death,

The crown of thorns sinks deep into the weeping widows destitution,

Forced to prostitute to feed their children as they are rejected and isolated as dirty and unkept.

 

The Masters use words as prose to cultivate loyal patriotism, liberating democracy and our freedoms as if personally called by a clarion call of winged angels,

They craft a vision of doing the bidding for the highest good,

For words are empty when devoid of true compassion,

And the lust for war leaves millions languishing in the fall out of the silent spring of depleted uranium,

As everything touched turns to stone,

For this is NOT the philosopher’s stone when stone is unmoved and unchanging,

It is the grave stone or wooden cross marking the spot where a beast has trampled the down trodden.

 

All is seen from a higher perspective,

And the circle will complete,

As what you do to a brother or sister returns to your feet,

For to live on your knees is to ask for forgiveness not utter ‘will I go to hell?’

For to purify is to acknowledge the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God,

As the trinity is the three fold flame of love, compassion and truth,

The four horseman is HOPE – Honesty, Oneness, Peace and Enjoyment,

For you must atone for the sin of hatred, ignorance and ruthlessness as the victims are demanding Justice,

Beyond the grave the are inspiring change,

A New World of Infinite Grace,

Where the good, the holy and the beautiful take the reins of what was unruly,

For we are to bring this so called heaven to earth,

We are to seek for peace and reconciliation,

For the world is war weary and the climate has changed,

As we won’t stand by and allow the wanton trashing of human life and our planet,

We push forward and reclaim our lands as stewards,

Ownership was the fear of not enough and freedom is the gift of grace,

For it is time for the human race,

To surrender to love,

For this is the dove that is looking for somewhere to land,

For all return to the Centre peace,

On time..

 

Some songs from Roger Walters that bring the feeling back to those stone cold. You are called to come home to

…. sanity.

 

What does God want…?

Are you Amused to Death ….?

 

 

The Fool’s Journey Home to Peace

I felt inspired to write this today.  What we fear we create.  When we own it we change the outcome and indeed the future for children.

Before reading the poem below here are two trailers that connect to it.  The first is Hackshaw Ridge, the US soldier who saved lives rather than ending them. He asked god ‘one more…’ Every life is precious.  The second is a scene out of Star Wars when Luke sees himself in Darth Vader. There is great wisdom in films when you are open to truth.

The poem is to awaken the force as those seen as the Fool discovers the journey home. Truth is the pathway. Whistle-blowers are the way showers.

 

THE FOOLS JOURNEY HOME TO PEACE

I sit in a café feeling inspired,

The fire of my inquiry licks at the wood that is called the forest,

For we only see the wood for the trees,

We cannot see nature and its intimate wisdom that stands still,

For all to see,

But many do not hear the whisper on the winds of time,

That we must change or fall,

For how can one hear a tree fall in the forest if we no longer exist.

 

I find my road is off the beaten track,

I have taken the side road,

Albeit a track less travelled,

For I must find my way through the jungle alone,

For the dark night of the soul was confronting all fear,

40 days in the desert was to confront the rings of fear,

For there are many rings causing fear in this world

Of confusion.

 

I feel I have journeyed for many lifetimes in the ONE,

I have stood in many shoes feeling their feelings,

For humanity is where we are the same same but different,

Dictatorship demands those different be the same and not different,

And these are the polarities of climate change anchoring to determine a new direction,

The trick is to sense which way the wind blows in this play,

It can blow hot then cold or cold then hot as if a fever,

For our world is out of balance as it searches to recalibrate homeostasis,

For nature is the final arbiter in this argument that was an opportunity,

For disruption can be an opportunity to see oneself, to jump the track, to become uncomfortable as the rhythm of routine is disrupted,

As events are orchestrated by a conductor or some may say, a wizard,

For he seeks an endless yellow brick road believing gold is of value,

For in the end he will cash in the chips to discover he was fooled by the gold,

For all that glitters is not gold some may say,

To be good as gold is what glitters sparkles in an amplified light,

To know thyself is the Fool’s Gold,

It is the wisdom of the Fool that invites you to play,

To have a say for you are the creator of reality,

And the world turns up in this image,

What image are you creating? 

A world of terror, insecurity and threat for your children?

Or a world of security, infinite possibility and sustainability for all children?

As the universe is your voting booth,

It cannot be rigged or interfered with as real outcomes arise from intention,

What you intend will manifest if you believe and then see,

For watching t.v. manifests an alternate reality that you see then believe,

And this is the mirror of opposites,

It is the distorted mirror exaggerating, elongating, minimising who you think you are,

For when you look in the mirror to see you

only you can know you.

 

The Jester wears the diamonds as a chessboard as we all make moves,

We all contrast, differ, argue and fight as we seek the light of understanding to lead us out of confusion,

So re-member: It is not to avoid the fight but to stand out in the crowd to find the middle ground,

For at the centrepoint you will find room for all views as 360 degrees frees the mason,

For the Philosophers stone is not chiselled but shape changed by truth,

Purity can not emerge from cultures of abuse called defence changing rules of engagement,

To engage in the truth means to look at you as there is no enemy but unquestioned thoughts believed as true,

For the truth will never advocate abuse, incarceration, torture or extra judicial killings,

Hacksaw is not to remove the leg but to remember true faith that one is not in control,

For those experiencing the soul as less believe in full spectrum dominance and excess,

As greed is the addiction unquestioned,

Business-as-usual refuses to break containment of the slave trade,

As slavery in all its forms can be called freedom yet free dominion is free will,

And we are all given free will whether punished or not,

Human nature is free to love or not,

Human experience is free to fight wars or find peace,

For we must travel our journey through who we are not (psalm 23) to find the enlightenment of who we are,

And all take this journey whether they fight God or not,

For when you fight it always hurts,

When you love it expands the play,

For to play with life is to find your life purpose has meaning,

For this is a meaningfull life when you see to look into your world book.

 

My story book is a Fool for Peace,

It can be read with suspicion,

It can be read with intelligence,

It can be read with intrigue or mystery,

It can be read top to bottom or bottom to top,

Perhaps sampled by topic of interest or deleted,

As you choose,

For I am you,

You are me,

And each must play a part,

In creating eternity.

 

For this is the infinity symbol,

Of Omni,

It is a sign wave,

When we focus it becomes a particle no longer in theory,

What you think about you bring about (Universal Law of Attraction),

What you resists persists and what you look at disappears (see through illusion),

As the truth sets you free to see past resistance perfectly,

For to fight against always invites in,

This is the Yin and Yang of war and peace,

To focus on what you want determines happiness or continued drama,

As choice is a vote,

A vote determines if the boat floats or the Titanic sinks,

The think tank reveals addiction to materialism and the fear of not enough as the core problem,

Yet your happy destiny is unavoidable when you believe and then see,

So what you believe will enslave you or set you free,

To see there are no masters and no servants only possibilities…

To be or not to be

free!

As this was always the quintessential Question of Philosophers,

Turning water into wine as an elixir to shape change the Philosophers stone masons on Temple Mount into free masons discovering the truth is unconditional love,

As the gentle dove of peace frees a divided Jerusalem, frees the City of London from magic circles (rings) and frees the Vatican to unite as Adam (atom) is Eve (beginning) touching Creation in reunification to find true love in equality,

For 3:3:3 is trinity, triune and three fold flame of completion of the Fool’s Journey,

For you can only be the Fool when you be true to yourself,

As the self made whole is diversity in unity,

As we are meant to be same same but different.

Life is the mirror not the mask,

The Fool wears the mask to pull off the mask of false faces to reveal,

Luke Skywalker is Darth Vader when he fights against himself
he becomes divided and unconscious within,

When he awakens the soul-force denial fades and he reveals the terror-ist within,

For Galactic peace dawns in the realisation that there is ‘no other’,

And in the end the last decision is to love ‘all that is’,

For the dove is waiting on your welcome …home,

To this veritable sustainable

Garden of Eden.