Why I Write As A Counterpoint

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I write as a counterpoint to all the doom literature laid before me as I conduct my amateur research of the deepest subjects known to man that of theosophy and it’s many branches. Man begot woman,  in the arms and actions of passions the moment life was created an innocent life evolving into millions of environments.  Opinions of the young did form the pendulums of influence upon other emerging lives, sailing to larger influences, often unprincipled and so on. The children were confused many adults conveyed continuous mantra of the end of the world populations abound, but who indeed in freshness and beauty wished for the end worldwide, it’s eternal struggles  and savage displays. The karmic black and white initiates pushed the battles under the watch of an all seeing God, his son the radical Jesus turned himself out, pointing to all saying let me be the light of hope and eternity, but many didn’t listen and preferred to hide under a blanket of occult spells and lies. The Lord wanted more light for his children  to be kind and seek eternity through divine truths not the pious rantings of personalised religion religion.disguised as selfish personal development with greed as a heart seek and share is all I say brutality is is the beast in a bad thought by millions so I prefer meekness devoid of power that corrupts at least I am aware that I have sinned but never in all time did I want to love and life is my fairy story that is all I can say,  but I still bump into men and women upon the street corners peddling forms of salvation at a cost of conformity this may not always be as pure as it seems many are bound by the devil of politics and hierarchy and as humble before the Lord as I want to be I struggle to remain free in thought and still seek friendship in the hordes of human proportion who live mainly greed and self  grandiose I write in esoteric ways divine from sources unknown these words must be heard I implore for they are work of special creation and need to be seen in life.

 

Masters In High Chairs A Commentary

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The conspiracy and control and how this keeps the masters in their high chairs from the monarchy to feudal landlords, the banks governments national and local, it is all there to control and regulate as a world population spreads out of control.

In this heavy mix the greatest form of denial is that of a roof over ones head be it as a singleton or family, there is now a not so hidden state of homelessness, does society care I doubt it, those upon the streets are viewed as almost byproducts in the gutter a strong statement to make I know, but that is where we are in so-called society.

We also happen to be living in a judgmental and formulaic society where the only ways to move along in life are the prescribed ones usually driven by fear and failure through the conduit of politics and devious media and obvious peer pressure, there appears to be few exceptions to the dogmatic nature of passage and the greatest failure of the prescribed systems, more often than not they miss some very gifted humans who are on the Autism Spectrum I will not add to this the condition of Aspergers Syndrome as the identifier Hans Asperger is now known to have collaborated with the nazi regime in the extermination of disabled children.

To The Glory Of Poor

To the glory of but the poor remain so have to refrain from anger but it boils today not as yesterday, this is now restless and wanting a heavy stone becomes heavier oppression becomes suppression of supposed intent of control and timing the royalist distractions.

Events to cover all horrors of harm and unseen destitution, the poor have lost the voice banging against the transparent screen, voiceless in the assemblage components as big signals make deeper impressions, but somehow a quiet crying is alluded as dark confetti fills the street in protest presence without voice.

Why doesn’t Britain make things any more?

In the past 30 years, the UK’s manufacturing sector has shrunk by two-thirds, the greatest de-industrialisation of any major nation. It was done in the name of economic modernisation – but what has replaced it?

Love and Care Away.

We don’t want your bodies just your sperm, women in their own right men now in their places picking up the pieces. The good men paying for the bad but the good ones go also as women cast love and care away. Sexless becomes a better description as of now equality is as status quo neither one way or the other.

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