Seeking Sol, finding Deep along the way…

Sparks in mud, nudge its course.. seeking knowing, tyre of beliefs.. tyre of your horns… rabbit holes, of anothers’ matter.. foxes and hounds.. digs clawed-out, buried from before.. catching, some never releasing, trophies for the game… attaching, affected by their own steeds’ gate.. scents now, of packs that pray upon others…co-opted afowl, seeking gets steered.. psyops of the few to many.. trolls of a psychological type.. invading rooms and ideals.. changes in flow, directional.. master evaders, of freedoms within.. picking and inflaming sincere vessels, stealing their course.. chats of infiltrators, sponsors state their changes to the information flow.. paid informants, boxing sets as bookends, perimeters outside the conversation.. sub marines to intellectual properties.. troops now, not just a few.. differing denominations of similar factions.. over throwers, new game, same rule.. divisiveness plays on..

war rooms now, of hearts and minds.. drafted, unknowingly to serve others intentions.. alphabets of intelligence, foreign and domestic abuse.. keep ’em purged, or be infected.. virus starts working on the conscious, battle the only cry… vibrations, ideals, characters, metals put to the test.. arguing with sponsored, expansions contained… don’t be bothered by their details, argues meant to discourse.. instituted ram rods.. Deep players, now peeps with attitude..

Conversations, critical masses and thinkers, streemed offline… appearing madeleines on the field trip.. shuffle the cards, man the decks.. solders have white collars too.. data entry’s, yours, now theirs.. records of public, in their domain.. hijacked or hustled, reality virtualization.. programmers maintain their task, and taking you to it.. carrot leaders, of polar appeal, inciting discord and drawing lines in the sand to break up the band, of banding together as one of a focused course, all they’re meaning to do, drawing you, off yours.. they’re gathering the reins in now.. grouping seekers to silo’s, to store them for later, wanting to know the who’s who to disrupt innocents’ agendas, and what’s making the most traction to awaken sleepy heads… making it personal, algorithms drawn to dislike the likes, sometimes more dislikes than views, provides the fingerprint of institutional hands in the cookie jar, disrupting discourse and throwing hand grenades meant to stunt what’s growing.. given orders from above, but never been given or questioning why they battle with civilians.. enemy of the state, if not on a political bandwagon… enemy to the other sides, if joined one.. so much for Defense, obviously works for offensive maneuvering.. who’s defending whom now, and whom may be bashed some more… warring tribes, war rooms of another type and kind…

Mechanics, mechanisms and solders, all vying for our attention to join the rally of disliking, unfriending.. these characters just won’t quit, throwing wrenches into the works of innocence.. bombing lambasting remarks, and coming back around for the kill, shows the hands of some entering chat rooms.. now armed with AI to hold down any insurrections from following, and leading some into another direction.. placing banners of patriotism, infidels and ism’s… It appears we have followers, not likers, but hitched-hikers from war rooms and training cadets.. armed forces, now policed rooms, and join the chat, to cause discord.. starting channels, channeling energies that are unaware they’re being flipped, and unaware that it’s your own government that’s closing the get-togethers… the fires have been started and maintained, putting them out now, futile at-best…

What is the answer, blowin in the wind.. chimes, of a different hueman impression and resonance.. seems the tactical schooled weren’t instructed in spiritual natures.. bring out the bowls, bells and chimes, appears they don’t go with the armed’ rhymes.. nor the binaural beats, getting in their ways, of thinking in logical terms.. stay on your path, as they steam roll theirs, shadows at-play, having passed your time in my whey now concludes with your leaving nows’ space and time continuum.. staying in theirs, we see their shadows grow and play among the lilies in the field, not hindering our growth while stunting theirs, players of games v. spiritual impressionists, one below the others’ rock bottom, the other a kinder, gentler nation unto its own… concedes to no other… divine, its sol seeking…

kids with toys, without conscious empathy towards where buttons, levers and mice are pointed and thrown.. heartstrings pulled to manipulate the basic training of compassion, directing instead to governing entities incorporated to release any obligations to the mass it pretends to serve.. directors of servers, servants, statutes, deployments, defense, defraud and take from all that give their hard-earned sense to maintain the taking.. given lies, hides, and shadows, and what may be thought of the current conditioning…

Militias perform despite any qualms, just send in another wave of reinforcements to back their latest escapade.. strategic battles, infiltrations and tails wagging their dogs of war, traitors to Mother Nature, are all polar to essence, foundational differences may only connect when the head directors are removed.. or when order takers connect to source, directly, opening hearts and smarts to bigger pictures… within their deeds and responsibilities, will, to know why, will overcome the armed trolls long enough to capture their attention, beings trained to remain ten-hut… sinking feelings will start to overcome those not washed of overcoming the coitus that follows them around, waking in revelations, waves… gods speed, men and women, blessed through the overcoming…

Sol remains, through the thick and the heavy.. awaiting us to notice its presence, giving hints everyday and night… we observe the stars, planets, and sun, but don’t see their movements, from the inside out… souls in planets and stars, are you sure you don’t feel their affects… does one not feel anothers’ persona, demeanor and mood… scrape away the ego, doesn’t heart give you an impression or clue, of what may be left behind… stay in the flow, never let go of what’s coming and going.. stay within its nature, a being, naturalization to divine… not playing games of masculine’s making… center the polarizing and magnetism within, given takeaways from lifelong loves and dismayed.. as your feather is scaled, is spirit weighed down by the shadows along for the ride… bring your spark into focus, upon the journey, you..are the journey, steer it.. take the heat, abandon ship, blow up the tower and turn the other cheek.. be, the divine verbiage, expressed in a humans’ term..on earth…

2 thoughts on “Seeking Sol, finding Deep along the way…

  1. Philosophers are dreamers too and dreamers manifest their philosophies. Philosophy is intriguing… an adult version of a childlike state of wondering why and how and what if… maybe twisted up in adultlike compartmentalized thinking… lacking the feeling of wonder. Neither rhyme nor reason or is it rhythm… as in synchromysticism. To BE now more aware… to simply BE and Know the moment… within, self control without conscious effort… BE the expression of ones heart, love, where there is no fear, the no-thing… BLISS. To know so much more than ever spoken, the heart mind experience… just KNOW. Resting there, on the oblivious bliss of KNOW, no-thing else seems to matter… attention not out there but only what is feeling here. Oblivious to whatever the hell the philosophers stone is… stones living, feeling, too… all is such childlike wonder, NOW, with deep gratitude always! lol

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    1. we coddle the dreamers and tamper the philosophers, to remain as children of wonder, but ask them to remove their silo’d thinking. being, the pre before the judge or perspective brought along for the seeing, resting there, being aware..
      TYVM!,

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