HEY I WAS ALRIGHT, THEN CAME THE REVOLUTION
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A MOMENT GONE
I was lost in a moment of time
thinking about you
eagles fly and dolphins swim
forever in my mind
flowers bloom and lovers cry
promising each other
every piece of sky
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Embraced in nights eternal love
and dreams eternal stars
there you are
whisper away fears
build castles from the broken pieces
hold you tight within my heart
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eagles fly and dolphins swim
flowers bloom and lovers cry
forever in my mind
build castles from the broken pieces
hold you tight within my heart
there you are
dream eternal stars
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you are a summer rain
on a hot sunny day
the moon reflecting on the open water
a cool river rolling through the rocks on a spring day
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i’m coming home, baby
coming home,
coming back to you
back to you
Doctor Death Demons
Today we have a perfect example of the continued failure of our medical system and our government representatives that support it. Our current medical system is even more deadly than our wars. Even though it has provided many positive results and continues to save lives, it also continues to kill people through the intentional overprescription of pharmaceutical drugs and the incompetence of having to wrangle through dozens of specialists to attain an accurate diagnosis without a comprehensive medical professional monitoring the results of all of the diagnostics from the array of specialists.
This doesn’t even cover the incompetence and adamant thievery by the medical industry to provide care and then bill insurance companies, without informing patients and providing beforehand, an accurate estimate of the costs their medical care will cost them. The negligence of refusing to provide unbiased research on certain plants and chemicals considered ‘narcotic’ is criminal. The greedy desire for larger profits has trumped the medical oath of compassionate patient care.
The medical industry has taken the same approach as our educational industry, an ‘everyone gets the same thing/mass production’ approach to both healthcare and education. Both failures by 21st century standards. People are individuals. They are all different. The cattle herd mentality is deadly.
MUTATION NATIONS
Empathy and understanding are rare commodities nowadays. Empathy and compassion have been redefined under the woke banner. They don’t exist. I can empathize with those living in fear. But I cannot condone their self imposed slavery to ignorance.
We crossed the line years ago. Mental health challenged individuals far outnumber healthy mentally stable people. When you live a lie every day and live in an illusive world, mental instability is a given. Television, radio, magazines and popular culture have done that. Oh, and let’s not forget the lies of the many religions.
Add to that the addiction to psychotic drugs, leisure drugs, and chemicals in our air, food and water. We have become a society of genetic mutants. There is no reverse gear. There is no ’fixing it’. This is our future. We are stuck with it. We have stagnated and we are living through a true devolution. Enjoy the ride. You built it.
Government – Take One:
A large majority of our government employees, both male and female, are prostitutes. Money is their motivator. Fear is their master. They have no respect for public service. Their objective is enrichment at any cost. They are harlots. We can call them American harlots or American whores. But they are not American. They are just harlots and whores.
THE PLAN, THE ROAD AND THE INVISIBLE
Last week I introduced on Facebook and on Twitter, the Seven Lost story and film project. The stories will be exposed as a reveal over time. Exactly how they were meant to be exposed. The link from my main page is at fjllorente.com. From there you will find the website for the story and the blog. There are clues hidden within the pages.
I also promised to share the public debut of a short film I created and produced. Originally released on the short film award circuit, I am now releasing them publicly. The first one I will release tonight, but only to a limited audience. The other two I will release in the next several months.
I cherish people and artists that are true and sincere by their very fabric. These individuals are rare. I gravitate toward them every chance I get. And vice versa. You see, many people that consider themselves artists, are not sincere and true to themselves. They seek strictly fame or riches. They are often shallow and hypocritical.
This is why I am releasing these projects as public reveals. They are not meant for everyone even though they are being released publicly. This is more than just an artistic venture. The worms have been following me since I can remember. They attempt to feed on my mind and ideas like parasites. As a creative, I enjoy others being inspired by my creative endeavors. What I have never tolerated are the creatively inert that must steal from others to justify their own sad existence.
For many years I fought against very powerful vermin that would attempt to rape and pillage both my mind and body. Sounds like fiction, right? It’s not. The good thing is, I was warned by even more powerful forces. They guided and protected me throughout my life. They gave me unique powers to sense both good and evil.
At first, I was confused and had no idea what was happening inside my mind and my body. But over time I learned to develop these powers into something I could use to my advantage. The one thing I learned most of all is that they had to be respected, like the Oceans. Beautiful, yet powerful and possibly deadly.
This is how I was gifted the Revelation of Seven Lost. It is why at this point in time and History, the story must be revealed. But revealed first to those that will understand and act upon the important message. Have faith. There really is a plan. And those that are too busy immersed in the vanity of wealth or fame will be passed over as if they were invisible. Because they are.
On that note, tonight, March 7, 2021, I am publicly releasing my short film, The End Of The Road to a limited group of my friends. Since I continue to be pursued by less than noble entities, I will release it once again on my personal Facebook page that is right now being suspended by the shadow puppets.
If you would like to see the short film, please visit the sevenlost.com website and click on the CONTACT link. Or send me an email me at Contact@sevenlost.com. I will send you the link and the password to view the short film. I will continue to release creative projects on the internet to a small group before public release throughout the next few months. Consider yourselves the very vital crew on our continuing journey through the stars and planets.
Adelante.
THE APOCALYPTIC DEATH OF THE MACHINE – A SHORT STORY
We did what we had to do. The machine took over. We had no choice. They came after us. We had to fight back. It was an ugly Civil War. The globalists continued to attempt to take all of our rights away. They used the machine as their strong arm. Everything they did was an attempt to control us. Every move they made was an attempt to steal our money, steal our resources, steal our souls.
We had no choice. We had to fight back to survive. We had to fight back to save our children. We had to fight back to save our lives. We were constantly being watched, monitored, censored. Our lives were being automated, controlled, manipulated. Everything we did was watched. Everywhere we went was monitored. Everything we did was recorded. Our information was a commodity.
The machine had completely taken over our lives. We were no longer in control. We were manipulated by higher powers intent on controlling every facet of our lives. They ruled us. They created our animosity. They created our hatred. They created a rebelliousness and our desire to be free once again.
We hungered for freedom. We thirst for not being monitored, watched, controlled. We were caged like animals. We had no choice. There were no alternatives. We did what we had to do. For our freedom. For our children. For you.
So we declared war on the machine. We fought back and fought back hard. We could no longer turn back around. Our only choice was to move ahead. Finally, once again, break the chains. The chains of enslavement. The enslavement of the machine. The enslavement of the elites controlling the machine. Harvesting the riches. Doing everything they could to keep the slaves in their cages.
We tried to warn them. We begged them to give us back our freedom. We pleaded with them to release us to our liberties. They would not compromise. They would not budge. They only tightened the noose. Made life harder for us. Kept attacking us. Kept taking away all creative opportunity. They turned us into mindless cattle and sheep. We became so enraged, we no longer had a conscience, no longer had a heart.
So we did what we had to do. We fought back. We started by fighting back at the heart of the machine. We attacked the server farms. We began by creating viruses. Viruses that would eat the machines brains like cancer. Just like the cancers they had attacked our brains with. Just like the viruses they had attacked our bodies with. Attacked our minds. Attacked our lives. Attacked our souls. Attempted to kill us.
And then we burned them all down. Across every city. Across every county. Across every State. Across the nation. Across the globe.
Now we are free.
THE WHORE HOUSE
Everyone owns a whore house.
The Russians own a whore house.
The Chinese own a whore house.
My friend Brady said he wanted to save a beautiful young girl
he met on the border
at boys-town.
She did too much coke and puked on his dick.
Once we were back across the border
I told him through his tears at breakfast
I said, Brady, what is your name?
It’s Brady, he replied, his eyes puffed and watering.
I reminded him how such a fine tradition it is.
Your grandfather owned a whore house.
Why would you want to suffer similar miseries in this good life?
Can’t you see all the pain it creates?
I told Brady straight out.
You already own a whorehouse.
He stared at me dope eyed.
Slobbering over his plate like a sultry sick beagle.
I told those two young girls I loved them.
Whispered it to them as we left
so fat Mexican pimp daddies couldn’t hear it.
I was there to protect Brady.
Keeping him safe as he disappeared into back rooms
making sure he made it back to the bar room.
And all the way out the doors
into the comfort of our trusted cab driver.
Ladies would come out to hustle him into the backrooms.
Professionals
I waved each away one at a time.
I sent him off with a sparkling smiling lover
precious enough for even me to fall in love with.
One time he popped out from the back and sat down with his girl at our table.
Do you want some Coke?
No, buddy, thanks
I’m good here with my shot of tequila
and the constant traffic of border working girls
parking on the barstool behind my head
then being signaled back to work
within five minutes by bar daddy.
It’s all I did all night
sit in front of the bar at my little round table.
Like clockwork.
All women to me
would sit on the barstools behind me at the bar
and spread their precious legs
behind my head.
I would whiff
and sip tequila
throughout the night while Brady had his fun.
I had made sure he got the best of the house.
Ten shots later I swaddled back into the cab
to our trusted driver
and off to breakfast
on our side of the border.
Everyone owns a whorehouse.
Those two young girls in boys-town own a whorehouse.
The cab driver owns a whorehouse.
The cleaning ladies own a whorehouse.
My Masseuse owns a whorehouse.
And a damn fine one at that.
Everybody that doesn’t know they own a whorehouse
wants to own a whorehouse.
Because it’s all everyone ever wants.
Love.
Or the image of love in the flesh.
The desolation of buying and selling love.
It’s a miserable life, Brady.
You would want none of it.
Girls get pregnant, hearts get broken.
Dozens of torn dirty sheets
tears are cried on
and the smell of booze, blood, sweaty genitals and death.
The pain of a new wrinkle
means one less customer.
One less trapped rat.
One less dirty wrinkled peso.
Or the dull numbness of love.
Or no love.
You own a whorehouse, too.
As big as the Chinese, or the Russians, or the French.
Or female genital mutilation.
I see Natalie Wood on the dance floor
and I can’t walk away.
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February 8, 2018
THE CIRCUS . . . . . . . . . AND THE ZOO 