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THE SECOND COMING REVISITED 4 20 2020



I am in the age bracket with enough underlying health issues that if I contacted a serious respiratory infection I would probably kick the ol’ bucket. I wear my mask when I go out somewhere among people. I wipe down my steering wheel, my door handle and my groceries or any other products I get off the shelves. I still have plenty of work to do and keep busy all the time.

When this happy time first started I immediately began to research. No, I did not sit and gape at CNN or MSNBC or Fox News 24/7. In fact, I did not watch a single news show. (I haven’t since 2012) What I soon found out was that the information on where the virus originated was a fraud. They did not sell bats at the fish market in Wuhan. Fact.

Then as the wise and well connected media professional that I am, I soon discovered the massive deception being disseminated by the ‘main street media’. No surprise there. Further investigation revealed the same old profit thieving criminals ready to pounce on people when they were down. Fuck you, Bill Gates. Always at the ready to stick a syringe up anybodies ass.

Did I mention the American Medical Association, most Pharmaceutical Companies, Health Care vendors and many Doctors and researchers are not healers? They are profit motivated entities. Nothing wrong with profit motivation. That is unless you mask it behind a healing concern for humanity. Might as well hire a Shaman or witch doctor instead. 

So I understand how many are scared. Dead people is real. I also discovered medical professionals fudging cause of death to boost Covid death records and to increase Federal monies from their ‘reported’ statistics. So whether you are hunkered down in a ghetto shack or a concrete bunker on a Caribe island with pineapples, palm fronds and your pussy cat, I understand.

Many of my friends also fear Global Warming, yet they are clueless when it comes to comet and asteroid visitations of the past. They ignore pollution to cast it under an umbrella called global warming to prop up the rich getting richer under a farce they call carbon credits. See the parallels yet?

Few are willing to contemplate the thought this may well be an engineered crisis to serve several demented purposes by a host of truly sinister evil people that concern themselves not, as my friend so appropriately coined it, ‘collateral damage’. The fact remains, aside from the number of deaths large or small, the damage the social distancing and shutdown of working peoples livelihoods, may well be even more detrimental to our society as a whole.

It seems what people fear the most are people that ARE sick going out in public and spreading it to others. An understandable concern. Understand the reason so many contracted the virus in New York and New Jersey was for one simple fact. Their lives are centered around the subway and those that travel on the subways. So what we should really be doing is gathering much more accurate information and disseminating it publicly —- accurately.

People are not getting that. So they are pissed they are being lied to. They are pissed our Congress is sitting on their asses in their cushy mansions eating gourmet ice cream and our intelligencia are sitting in their ivory towers buying stock in the ‘vaccine cure’. Personally, I enjoy seeing a lot less dumbasses on the road. I enjoy the cleaner air. And knowing some people that should be quarantined, are.

One fact remains. Our lives will never be the same. In my opinion, this was a test run for a bio attack. In fact, I will venture one step further and say this was an INTENTIONAL bio attack. So now we have to adjust our life styles to earn and feed ourselves by expanding our horizons. I also feel it’s about time we focused on more actual creative invention, quality production and true artistic relevance.

Too long we have been manufacturing too many bullshit fall apart products. We have gotten lazy at building better mouse traps or solving simple things to make our products and everyones lives better. We have turned art into an elitist self gratification instead of a universal message as it should be.

So there is no damn reason you should be bored or can’t figure out how to make an extra nickel or two. Go back to the basics. You are connected instantaneously to the entire world. To every customer you could ever possibly need. Live your life! Do it.

Fear not death. Fear living life as if you were dead.

fjl- 4 20 2020

WRAPPING UP TO DIE

 

 

you get to a point where you know you are about to die
you’ve killed, maimed, wounded or imprisoned all the villains you possibly can
you’ve put away all the trophies and collectibles
your library has no more room
your body has no more athleticism
your mind has no more expansion
your hand can no longer write or type the critical life saving enlightenment

you have no more anything
you’ve given away or discarded everything you had left
your bountiful wardrobe closet is now empty
your many hats have been gifted
your jewels have been distributed to your heirs

you have nothing
no muscle car, no monster truck, no eco go cart
no bike or bicycle or boat
no mansion, no party beach house, no lake house with a boat shed

everything is gone
it is you, and you alone
you are free
independent

you are not lonely because you never were
you had love
you still do

time for the final scenes
the final curtain call
the final edits
It is time to roll the credits
you were a big star
you still are

now you are wrapping up to die.

 

 

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THE DESTROYERS OF THE DAWN

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I’ve experienced the operatives of deceit throughout my life in many different forms and in many different media. I was destined from birth to seek and share, Truth and enlightenment, wherever and whenever. So it continues to be a constant struggle. A consistent challenge where they suppress all forms of achievement and advancement in any way they can.

I can not stress enough how ingrained and integrated they are in every aspect of our lives. They are especially most dangerous to those that attempt to reveal them and expose them to others. They are masters of disinformation. They use politics, religion or any personal topic they can to fulfill their deviant agenda. Or worse.

Be aware. Call them out whenever possible. Don’t let them divert your focus from the sharing and spread of knowledge and enlightenment. They are powerful and very wealthy. They are the concealers of artifacts and learning from the past. They are in hiding in lands and countries throughout the world. Their modus operandi is to use conflict and violence to control and confiscate the world treasures they haven’t already confiscated and concealed for themselves.

Be aware!

And in secret warehouses, underground caves, bunkers, castles and mansions . . . millions of artifacts dwell in darkness, few in the limelight. Many in crates and boxes, compartmentalized. Few records of their existence and fewer still, those authorized to open them to verify if their recorded contents actually still exist.

PLACID ANIMATIONS IN A RED BRICK SHELTER

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The animals need no love.

Weather is always adept to fornication.

Mother’s breastfeeding milk never rises.

When do crickets have time to dance?

Plant specimens grow faster than human specimens.

They shake and grind at the first sight of trouble.

Where do the stars hide during the day?

Does the moon ever really cry?

Every core of burning meteor someday grows cold.

Where does the butterfly buy color?

There is no vault.

There is no permanence, anywhere.

Ever.

 

I once met an old man without a face.

His body was no longer his own.

It had molten into another cocoon.

He was forever trapped in his own shell of gold.

He was always trying to take someone else’s face.

He was a man of many faces. He was two-faced.

He wasn’t a man.

No one called him for advice.

He never needed makeup. He was ugly.

His gold cocoon kept him happy.

He would spin webs of gold around everything he ever wanted.

He had the finest cars, beautiful women, boats, planes, castles and armies.

He would spin webs of gold around all of them.

He had no silver. His cocoon was hollow.

 

One day his web ran dry.

He couldn’t save face.

He died.

His cocoon shrivelled up and melted after the first rain.

His gold ran back into the rivers and buried itself deep in the Earth.

No one ever remembered him ever again.

His children became butterflies and flew away.

Butterflies without any color.

The crickets had no time to dance.

The moon cried that day.

Every mother’s milk began to rise.

A bright green meteor fell to Earth with a tail of gold.

Two worms fornicated in the rain.

And the stars came out at night.

 

 

 

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