Category Archives: Zion

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.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKPA1hvWjvw

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…?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRWRRBX3TB0&list=OLAK5uy_ka1U3tes8Atdy1A_8oxGbPw7qVyg2qhIQ

Are you Amused to Death ….?

https://youtu.be/2mTqsBOhnu4

 

 

Awakening from the Dream of Powerlessness

This is the song of awakening from powerlessness.  It comes through struggle, facing fear and allowing life to transform us.  It does indeed follow as day follows night.

The video about this poem is below.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13kZNxvjdeQ

Awakening from the Dream of Powerlessness

 

Freedom of speech is to speak without punishment in freedom,

A civil society Q and A discussing perspectives, angles, viewpoints,

It is a forum enabling each to challenge, question and share wisdom,

Without reprisal legal, physical, covert or brutal force,

It is to respect differences in a democracy of contrasting colours,

For the full spectrum is not dominance but allowance,

It is to make a space for diversity as life is shape changing,

It is the sum of the parts creating a greater wholistic reality,

For as we clash it up we see more than self interest

as new horizons are emerging.

 

From conflict we learn that the world is not in our image,

As each perspective is a point of light albeit a unique experience,

We recognise power is not control but fear seeking to take control as it is out of control,

We feel an infinite spirit rising to meet each challenge with courage,

As fearsome times call upon heroism as true leaders are the phoenix rising from the ashes,

For every ONE is a hero in waiting,

Every ONE has the power to choose,

For we can cower in a corner terrorised by imagined media spin or we can question the author of fearful stories and learn to rewrite our own.

 

Repression is the messenger who comes to challenge powerlessness in the masses,

For apathy invites creeping control as you say nothing to exploitation or injustice,

You don’t want the hassle so just comply – you seldom ask why?

 

Powerlessness invites the bully who is seeking your power as implied rights are meaningless,

Fines, taxes, restrictions, laws are the tools tyranny uses to finance power as you will pay without question,

You will do the right thing, be a good person, not rock the boat as life is too busy to resist,

So you plug into the contrived matrix of technology disconnecting from life,

Your eyes fixed on controlled media feeds, ads, videos, texts as addiction to need is the greed,

You walk past the homelessness ignoring the plight of others for they made their bed you say,

To opt out is easier then to confront the social malaise requiring a response,

Each seeks distraction from pain as there is no time for community,

Yet until you face the pain life will bring you more to test your mettle,

For peace is not appeasement,

The wolf coming in sheep’s clothing is of our own making from a higher perspective,

Democracy is not a given it came from hard won battles in his story,

For the projection of power is the demon we must confront peacefully,

To be the change you wish the world to see is to live by example.

 

Therefore,

If you want respect give it to all,

If you want democracy live it fully,

If you want inclusivity invite all others into your world without fear or favour,

If you want freedom of speech then speak up and demonstrate it in action,

For as you step into the future world you imagine you create it,

For you always had power to create fear or love,

And this is the power to choose in every moment,

The universal democracy is to decide and then select the future you desire,

For each thought is a vote (choice),

Each vote co-creates what will be (natural selection),

And what will be will set you free from revolving door conflicts and endless wars,

For we must resolve the past for ‘good’,

We must face the violence that financed our way of life,

We must turn off the television or iPhone and start to dialogue with our neighbours,

We must unplug from the matrix and find the real Zion,

For peace on earth is an inner journey homeward bound,

The demons, the devils run around in our minds as we give them power by focus,

FEAR is False Evidence Appearing Real,

For it only has power when you imagine it is true power.

 

Yet what if fear is untrue an illusion designed to dominate you?

What if we question our thoughts about imagined realities?

Why not do ‘The Work’ to set yourself free?

What if we stop imagining the worst possible scenarios and start to envisage the world we truly want to see?

What if we ignore the facts and dream weave a new world without order?

For this will surely come to pass as night follows day,

For one cannot bear false witness to any other when the truth sets you free,

And the tyrant is the mirror reflecting back to us what we refuse to own,

for when we take responsibility for all of it we have the power to change what we fear,

For what we see in the world is US in fear believing it is out there,

To de-escalate fear one must face our childhood wounds as we were told no, put that down, let it go, do as I say and frightened into compliance not freedom,

We were not guided to explore yes, to learn from consequences, to make mistake, take risks and to fall over,

When we fall over we learn to get up again,

This is the true resilience we are invited to explore,

When we hurt ourselves we learn to heal ourselves without chemicals,

When we break the rules we learn why rules existed for we can re-write new rules,

Yet the rules of life are not to tidy your room but allow a person to grow naturally,

It is not to fearfully control what is said but to listen deeply to the protest coming from pain,

For s/he is me reaching out for clarity.

 

So as I write out of my own freedom of speech,

I feel for a wisdom that is perennial and eternal,

I see that life is infinite possibility,

And that life is truly good no matter appearances.

 

The yin vs the yang seek to divide and separate rather than allow harmony to restore homeostasis,

Apparent chaos creates another yin/yang somewhere else as chaos theory self-replicates,

The dark is the light and the light is the dark reflecting the mirror of self-awareness awakening,

One creates the other as the challenge is the test,

So be a light until the darkness but curse it not,

For it is the wise teacher not the wolf,

It is the friend in disguise scaring you to speak up or shut down,

As always you are at choice,

For death is not an ending but a new beginning,

And this system is dying to live,

It has traversed it’s used by date as it is no longer working,

Artificial Intelligence and automation are desperate attempts to keep the old illusion going,

Yet this story is coming to an end,

Albeit a conclusion,

For security and power were never the End Game,

It was to know yourself and be true,

It was to get the joke in the end not the punch line,

For we will awaken from yet another nightmare to the dawning of a new day,

For as the dawn breaks through the dark,

REAL HOPES dissolve the mist to allow a new day dawning as we are yawning,

And you are not alone in this struggle as the butterfly must break free from the cocoon,

The crystalis is by design,

Transformation is metamorphous dawning,

So allow the struggle,

Allow the fear,

Allow change to fall like the ripe fruit,

As your happy destiny is unavoidable,

As day follows night,

We are waking up from a long sleep to realise the dream was never real,

For this is the sacred seal opened at last,

As we begin to live again,

In a uni-verse of higher octaves,

To enjoy the harmonic convergence of a renewable life.

 

https://youtu.be/13kZNxvjdeQ