Man In A Box

Man in a box managing director of his mind no props of bricks or garden you can only sell yourself in a world of props and shows. I can only be my shape and mind in the body I grew up in if I am smart what evidence beyond  do you on this
day have as to my worth is it my speech or manner for I stand rod straight and face your eyes head on, chin up, no it is insecurity amongst the masses milling an a throng as ants in social play upon the streets ever useful ultimately controlled.

The Curse of Money

It would be nice if a level playing field exsisted where borrowing is concerned, by this I mean the difference bettween secured an unsecured loans.  If the intentional borrower has a responsible and secure position and is trustworthy should there
interest rates not be the same as the borrowing secured upon a property. The banks are in an all win scenario making them larger shareholders in anybodys house and if the bottom drops out then the evil banks own most of the country. 

Therefore what sort of
fools paradise is the mortgage payer in. The banks will have you all day and night stoking inflation lending money to millions of households thus creating the next but largest sub-prime with negative equity all around. Make the lending market a level playing
field if you have a good salary and are contracted then you should have equal rights to that of any mortgage payer in the land, it is the essence of merit rather than giving champagne tastes with lemonade money to those that borrow against ex-council properties
falsely inflated and sometimes hard to service. Thatcher knew what she was doing but whilst doing this with vastly discounted right to buy she sold out the taxpayer and created the monster of speculative property inflation making people greedy rivals Mrs Thatcher
wherever you are now there is no society. 

Looking

Looking at the vast space waiting to be filled, it was grey and overcast but dry with a touch of wind, the sun had gone down some while ago, there was no sound at all this would spoil a special moment, it would be annoying for the moment I was about
to witness, from behind the grey mist mountain range a white light would arise from the violet void of the flame of the logos of earth and rise above the christ centre to the golden sphere of the sunlight of God, before the inaugural sound of the awakening
universe the almighty route of all creation A.U.M .

Death A Mystery

I am crying light to my eyes the dominance of God the creator was everywhere as solidified sunlight from the creator we awoke with minds and bodies, heads tilted upward and beyond, under such light death would remain a mystery for some time to come.

We Are Being Observed

We are being observed to see what we can do in the last hundred years, we have advanced at a dramatic rate but our base behaviour remains roughly the same as in much older times. There must then surely be some observers but not too concerned are they
for observers of others is what they are I do not believe we have met them yet.

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