Like the iceberg the Titanic encountered this now strange country needs to put the engines into reverse with regard to the doomed Brexit ( which by the way sounds like a breakfast cereal ) .The future isolation of this country will spawn a country of cheap labour and homelessness for the poor. The biggest victims shall be the young who have been told in school to learn another language so they can travel around Europe to work and live. This breakfast cereal will be so hard to swallow and all because of the set attitude of the property rich baby boomers, who seem to hark back to a semi colonial past where cap doffing was the norm and poverty was everywhere, there needs to be a huge campaign to stay in the EU for future generations who are happy to use there education to break down barriers across not just Europe, but the entire world.
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.
Oh man of the wood where can I be laid to rest within the fibre of that tree to be as one in mass to your eternal vibration in energy and unseen Wisdom do I now dwell hidden from all that ever did hurt me in physical form I am now with the leaf touching the energy of eternal sunlight.
