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Connections in worldly events…

Re: Extreme Heat Records

Sleep records its extremities, deepening its draw to instincts of its flesh, while remaining the Pharisee.. divine insight, while shrouding the keys to enlightenment..

Elementals injected with these extremes, energies, sorcery.. Standfast, my souls, as empowerment waves break ashore.. polarities, calamities, consuming with physical fear and destruction..

These are dreams for sleeping..not for awake. Doesn’t sky and space remain, though they be filled with contaminations, emanations..

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Planets, stars, suns laugh at such wars of men.. as the dust settles, just as innumerable eons before, consciousness remains.. wondering when the sleepers may awaken to what always is…

The sovereign suggest infinite, while the zombies sleep to their Lords..

Buddha Was Favoured

11.11.12 (11.11.2019) the Poorest amongst us beg at castle doors for food, the prince inside practices lowering himself to their level and raising his awareness to divinity, the pampered inside gets the nod and favour of so-called higher perceptions, from a inner place that was previously fed and housed without a consideration of beggars and slaves to the system his previous generations venerated at our expenses…

Why would divinity favour a noble, while suffering persists just outside the door of wealth? Divinity is a perspective, a higher path, of little ones that dream of more in this life…and used by nobility for re-purposing.  Princes, learning and teaching the poor to beg and pray, doesn’t teach anything, except to ones who never before conceived empty bellies and lower thoughts that come out of its sufferings.  His entire story was just that…a fable made onto sufferers to keep the castle from being broken into.  Teaching a path that ignores a birth unnatural to poverty does nothing for the least in us, only blinds and separates them from the most in them.  Buddha is an oxy-moron that became a religion, initiated by the rich, again.  Now millions follow the rich bastards’ son that gave up his living arrangements…quite different, than never having a conception of what it is to be rich.  No uprisings occur from poverty, when the sun is sacrificed to enjoin them, and follow a storyline made to forget their oppressors.

The Empath wipes feet at the door of Him, and cleanses the toes of mine Sol. oh yea of little faith, as the fable goes..you see the sun and moon, feel their vibrations slightly slanted, while transit planets play through your sun worshipping. When do Mutable planets equinox, conjunct, or shadow or overrule vessels’.. Mercury, is on the move, played the Fool, the Player, the extension of Others plays only on the surface. no masons’ fool, cast the Builders, as the Destroyer plays hide and seek, And larger bodies who pull strings and attach Them from Legions. Stirring the pot in castles, raising the Dead in us, and spotlighting shadows of Mordor.

Sticks and stones return from Followers, burning another heretic at the stake and releasing the Criminal instead. Destroyer cares, but truth dares to enlightened and closes doors to believe contrary foundations built as evidence to hypocrisy that keeps following memories..the good ol’ daze.

 

Sheep, Of Another Fold..

I Am Destroyer within this One. I Am Blasphemy to foundations, footings, strong-holds, and hypocritical oathers. Endings bring new beginnings to the aging, as cycles keep churning and burning what’s oblivious to them, or opposingly battling their inevitably.

I Am the Lover within this One, that completes We. We r Confrontor to bullies and band-aids, predators and feeders, animal and human instincts, and masculinity. the Least of We is in we. The most They can do, is seek the other weigh… 

I am the higher side, that resides lower inside. I am fathoms below conscious, but always present in every moment  irregardless of it, nor any conscious activity. we un-thread hidings and seekings in dreams to awakening.

…a gemini, a sagittarius, and a virgo walk into a bar… we came out, as we don’t drink. we don’t know what became of them, but I Am out in the abyss, winging it…now, taurus and scorpio are seated inside for this go-round, as earth and the Lam are riding in the most High..

Come out of Babylon, Babel, and remove the make-up and foundations layed and etched upon minds and flesh, skin-depths and emotional baggage, as the masks and veils must be taken down..to find the stone the builders rejected… the hidden, within, after makeup and foundations are removed.

We have descended into these depths, so ascension is the only way out. Ascension is lighter, as Air feels weights to be discarded, bobbing and rising above attachments that anchor or bring down wonderers to participate in muddy waters.

we are Sheep of An Other Fold, tups and ewes in harmony with the Father whom sent Me saith the Good Shepherd, Receiver, of sheep and flocks, brothers and sisters from another mother that aren’t followers but Suns that Love One Another, drawing tears from the Empath standing in the flock of wolves, thieves, and robbers. I Am the Way, not the Ruler, as the Comforter resides in Thee Love.

A Friend, without end, not of this world age, withheld from Evil, He in we, as we are within Them. The end, may be read from the beginning..and begin without end.

 

Father’s Day Coitus

Bittersweet memories, of Him and me… Fading glances through foggy lenses, accumulations, through time on the minds of scared little ones now grown up enough to know better than their mistreatments would have them believe, allowing empathy in to soften the blow that masculinity from generations before practiced on their children.  Spanks and lashes upon maturing psyches, understands, and bodies, with sprinkles of expressions of love that fought hard to come out, but the words never quite made it out.  Generations before, caught up within their own personal wars, and raising combatants in their ranks that question authority.

Worlds of differences, within heads separated by years of lessons, previous corrupted views, and social conditionings that constantly change while older positions refuse to accept newer judgements that show its aging structures and beliefs, questioning moral fibers and commitments to break or follow rules that stifle growing up little kids that don’t want any conversions, just freedoms.

Alas, Fathers were stifled from father’s before them, and just dishing out what’s proven inside of them, to unleash upon his loved ones, for better, or worse, and  after death departs the physicality, but remains the memories, forevermore, to grind and weigh-in on the participants they’ve bared. Masculinity takes its course out on innocence, while current feminine watches on the sidelines, ready to further coitus the Sol of true meanings of words, such as bad or good, and whom gets to ingrain that perception others…until they’re able to grow out of it.

 

 

Confused Mothers

Shots ring out again, as tears begin again to notice outside events that personally affect them and their families. Living among serial killers, and never considering it…and I’m told these are sensitive peoples (what a farce of hypocritical finger-pointers). Killers, living with their Mothers, who don’t understand them now, but did before, or so they assumed, until now, when playing comes outside to play with hearts and minds for real…in shopping malls, sanctuaries, and schools.

Offspring being committed full-time into Gamers at early ages, because that type of babysitting is better…in their mothers’ minds, anyway.  Meanwhile, in the background, news yells, pointing out immigrants, other races, and political feuds. Oh well, time for dinner…fast food again, to feed bellies, not heads. Okay, long enough to be together, break away on your own now to be with what keeps them away from each other…

If such a mass existence is filled with moms and dads who don’t understand what they are feeding their children, and killing them in classrooms and public places, why outlaw their guns?  They maintain a lifestyle that bore little children into doing the killing, of others not of their skin color.  While prejudical parents and children masters today’s world… reflections end up outside.

The Song Remains the Same

kept within preachings, parenting, schooling, and politicized propogandized news and government military complexes whom get paid to keep it this way.  So what and who will parents and politicians attempt to outlaw now, and lock up?

Empaths are Being squeezed out of this world…it’s nonsensical to believe in such an existence as this that continually plays out and never ends. Why blame the children, when they’re killing what society points out… immigrants, and Others not of US.

As Darkness Falls, and Lies…

Spirit stays fallen in most, but always seeking wings and light as the Deep cripples the truth staging coups as they usually do, under each political eye that really aren’t different from each other afterall.  The Right and Left build their walls and beliefs veiled in backdoor comprised representations from bodies void of Spark, now comforted by dark forces that keeps wars rumored and alters news to propogandize their views to the mass. It was only a matter in their time, that spying on all other nations would eventually lead to a surveyance state of it’s own citizenry.  Fear of dissents keeps more than fifty percent of taxes to keep the military complex armed and seeking more combatants in space, their final frontier to rape, pillage, and corrupt at our monitary expense and to the next axis of evil they caused or invented to bring in imperialism democratically, via their latest coup success or attempt that births fanatics who object to integration into a system that lies for its existence.

Meanwhile, the mass unwind their minds from daily grinds with daily propoganda from so-called news outlets that are co-conspirators, using talking points, opinions, and theories to spin allegations into political directions that their audience agrees to crucify the latest infidel they invented, and their jury commits to enemies of Patriots. Now that’s entertainment!

When do human thoughts and minds rest, and start their day mentally centered, as views, news, and lives get scewed by governmental and institutional liars while citizens are just attempting to keep their families’ housed, fed, and in the black, but usually end up in the red, or worries of the next bills that need to be paid through their pennants.

With such larger pictures going on, One barely notices the false witness among them… The daughter’s other half, inventing and spreading lies and rumors to all listeners that bend an ear towards personal propoganda attacks, rumored to start battles within the ranks of workers and wherever their tongues may repeat the process, of convicting an innocent…without ever knowing them…only what they hear, from a condemned man that attacks the backs of other humans they deem not like them.

Forgiving, but not forgotten brings empathy in to cut the chords that attach no more, to families, mass, or state sponsored characters whom witness all others, and treat themselves as the exception… hypocrisy lives among us, disguised, in darkness, until their lies add up to bury them alive in their poisoned fruits, rotting at their core.

All fun and games for bullying until someone gets hurt, and giving a scarlett letter to another, but not out in the open for all eyes to see…typical, rumors of whores. Immoral humans, not acting, but pretending to be what you see.  While the truth of the original sin is spewed out by lips that lie behind backs of oblivious intuitions, then hide in plain sight with christian beliefs and masculinity that doesn’t like girls, cept as lessers.

Sol consolation is that the Others will be awaiting him now, to snatch upon leaving this physical plane, “with gnashing teeth…”.  Fate lends a hand, while making One endure and suffer justice and injustice simultaneously.  The false witness birthed and bore the story, and the way it played out. So why do the innocent suffer, either way…

Always darkened others, usually self-professed christians,  pulling One into their stories, with fabrications and inuendos to keep lies alive and ears wanting more dirt that was never there in the first place, until invented by the profiteers.

People get off, or attempt to raise themselves as they lower Others’ views of another not in their clan.  Is this jealousy, pride of self, or stroking ego’s at an innocence’ expense?  Seems they have differing reasons for calling and falling further into psychological and moralities of dying. Living, off lies, peddles notions and fabrications into prejudices that have no previous reason for consideration or existence within others, now turned juries and executioner, built on gossip and thrown out for approval, by spiritual heretics.

 

 

 

 

 

Forget-me-nots

Whip marks occur, as lessons are served, up to loved ones outside of the One that doesn’t deserve any of the suffering that comes from the marks made to bare the cross upon the Ones that scar the flesh and flames that won’t go out, until first, aid, then treatment…of the patient One.  Life-changing waves have been placed into the universe, that alters physicalities, moves mountains, alters realities and futures, without anyone knowing it… to loved ones whom paths have now been altered, and changed forever, whether loved ones come to understand it, or knot.

Oblivious to the plight of another, or forgetting to arrive on the scene of One cast out, discards the empaths’ need to exist, or work within such a structure that does not recognize, or care for its existence, or works.  Observer weighs in, to offer a tissue paper that dries eyes but stops the flow that’s causing hurt to it’s carrier.  Feelings no longer grow, where Spirit is refrained from fully expressing its Self, and left waiting in the aisle, until its due-date had long passed…left standing alone, and wondering why people keep containing, putting a lid or label on, or bullying a Spark that never goes out.

Minding its own, and owning it’s works, Spark expresses and leaves impressions, and loving intentions.  Abstaining from harm to others, self-gratification, and gutter thinking, seems to bring out the masculinity in others that many clearly evidence, but never possess centered…

The rest in us will continually be tested, from perspectives in others that have no current vision, of nurturing Ones amongst them, that souly desire, to support loved and friendly ones, who allow Ones to keep playing and wondering, rather than stifling their playground… wonder of a child… is matured, stopped, given up, lost, enhanced, or forgotten.  But some of us never came in after curfew…nor have forgotten, what it is to remain in the heart of a child 🙏

*Steve

 

Sending Intentions

As time is perceived, long gaps have occurred since minds were full of a Loved one that now cries out from afflictions to Ones that have lapsed their hearts, minds, of their awareness, busy about their lives nurturing other loved ones and making strides towards daily tasks, goals, and endeavors, when a cry out from the past reminds us what slipped out of our heart…with all the busy-bee-ing and running around.   

Dearest ones, out of sight and mind, turn into passing thought waves from inside-out, to holidays and get-togethers, that slow down the pace, to make space, in hearts and minds that are filled with business and priorities, and who we make time to stop for…to love…fill our hearts…and help bring blissful stabilization to emotional rollercoasters that we ride throughout life.  And come to a complete stop, before we unbuckle and remove ourSelves from outside tracks that rail us away from Loved ones… that hurt, suffer, and weaken their structures… bodies that aren’t what they used to be, and tolls that make it’s frailty into a patient’s suffering.

But true Love always comes through… matters, such as distance and disconnect, are tables easily turned over by Lovers…  Empathy, consideration, and feelings steer the driver to the destination you really never left in the first place…home, is the heart…when and where we embrace the deepest spaces in us, and warm those who raise our hearts in-return, when see them, or think of them, and keep them.

Returns, reminders, and life’s unwinders bring the heart back to a steady beat, that’s deeper, from now-on, and true to its recipients, that You have enough Love to flow through all of them… close, far, in daily routines, or out of the blue… Nurturing is endlessly given, but never runs out, from a Love poured out onto another loved one.

Blessings and prayers of peace and love go out, friends sending your way to swell inner strength, stamina, and convictions… that support you, your heart, body and soul, to carry the load you now bare out for Loved ones that no longer miss you, but embrace your Love, and carry your hearts’ desires out to be with them…while the rest of us hold your heart where it may never leave, or be missed…inside us, until your return.

Little ones, with small conceptions of larger perceptions…love, and hearts do not leave where comforted, held, and snuggled up. Only their bodies come and go, as feelings may not be contained in people, places, or things.  Once the heart is captured, the absence of its giver does not skip a beat, only its receivers degree of faith in your hearts embrace when its carrier isn’t there in-person, to speak the evidence left behind, of a love always open to memorialize and bring two hearts together, when bodies can’t be.  Receivers forget that they were given love forevermore, with strings left attached to always send more when needed. And Givers leave pieces of their heart all-around, always seeking fullfillment and content from a bottomless source of warmness that hearts give out, to loved ones.

*Lavette