Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

Sometimes in the push for reality to conform to our opinions our feet take us for a stumble or two. This purpose-full activity is no accident or ‘awkward’ moment in time and space. Looking out upon the universe we tend to lay claim to what we imagine but sometimes, in the search for truth, liberty and the American way, reality leaks out and makes it’s way out into the known. That is a fallacy of course but the thread binds. In the development of the foundation of a round table of discussion the rules of the road must be laid clear in order to create a common viewpoint from which all future action may take place - in this case, discussion.

Grazing On The Fields of Play

Boundaries by their very nature require limitation and lack. Of necessity action dictates movement across the plains and fields of time. From one square to another the mobility of noble kings and queens stake and lay claim to territory already understood as conquered. Upon the subjects of duty forward movement hangs. In this weakest link the vampire requires a constant ebb and flow of new blood, of new energy to dwell upon. All across the fields of play cows graze to their heart’s content - and it is to this appearance that life unfolds - for what else is it for? There are no winners and there is no such thing as losing. In the dance of freedom the spirit soars and finds no recompense among the living. Culling the herd only leaves another scar upon our weary face to which all who gaze upon the countenance of despair tremble in fright in the hopes that they may be spared such avenues of adventure. There is nothing that one may not do and while the universe pauses in patient submission for it’s next command do…

Drawing Down The Flame

Burning through the hearts and minds of Man retribution leaves little to be desired. In playing we pay and yet the evil of contrary motions provides little in the way of recompense. Actions speak louder than words and yet the winds do hear the slight whisper upon our lips providing an avenue of escape which, of course, we never fathom. The Turning of the Tides means little to those of shallow depth and the shoals of our ancestry can certainly attest to that! Swimming with sharks is hardly considered a worthwhile endeavor because sooner or later, especially when food becomes scarce, the feeding frenzy endures. Devouring lost souls to no end the depths of Hell comes ablaze with a new-found exuberance which can only be matched by the simple stupidity of Mankind. In lighting the Great Torch of Vision who is it that sees, as the blind do not merely walk the Earth but ingest it’s every offering - swallowing all into the black hole of despair. In lighting the Beacon who is it that awakes just enough to gaze upon…

Propaganda, Spin and Counter Revolutions

Touching the Heart of Man can sometimes require many roads of ingress. Not all roads should be taken but in choice there is, as always, a choice. The choices we make defines our being but in such definition how easy it becomes to stay lost in translation. What deeds do we perform in secret as we flash the obvious? Nothing in the universe can change our mind but just about all that we do can vibrate in harmony with the binds and bounds we place upon ourselves in order to create the limitation with which we yolk ourselves with as we plow the fertile expanse of existence. Knowing the truth is not enough.

Constructing The Perfect Image

The wayward mind, the cleft of unity; all things become possible when they already are. Being in existence the shadows dance upon the walls of illumination and that illumination is but the light of ourselves casting it’s warm glow upon the universe of perception. Through creation the universe becomes. In existence we find meaningful hope of that which is yet to come to pass. In the twirl and dance of purposeful action catching up can be difficult. In slowing down time we create the space necessary in which to do our bidding. In encapsulating totality we hold it near and dear to our hearts as a reminder that we are indeed lost out among the stars. Lost in thought we become. While the moment between thoughts is the stillness which we are we tend to franticly grasp the movement called time in which to further the exploration of what we call the unknown. Nothing is known or unknown to that within which they exist. Do we find our place out there, somewhere in thought? Do we tip the scale of balance in order…

Where Would We Find Ourselves?

What is it that drives Men mad? What is it that becomes so unsettling that our very foundation shakes and crumbles giving way to anxious desire? What is it that determines our fate, our fortunes along with such tales of woe that we become enraptured by the greatness of our own imagination? What is it that motivates us when we are not looking?

Sailing The Dangerous Waters of New-Found Territory

The exploration of new Lands is always looked upon with an excitement born from the ashes of boredom. In the killing of creativity interest goes willy-nilly out in the vast ‘unknown’ kingdom called make believe. It is this new territory which ravages the soul of man. Denying the impossible all things are. Ahead and above and beyond the royal decree of self perpetuation the masses rise and fall in tumultuous behave reminiscent of some long lost time, some long lost place where happiness endured it’s bitter end. As the curtain came crashing down so too did time and in it’s place there remained the same space where other curtains could do the same. Forever caught in the battle of the ages warriors become doomed to repeat the offense and die the honorable death of forget-full-ness. Embracing ignorance Man reaches the end of the Universe and begs for the door to be opened but a tad more.

In A Nutshell

The OT levels did not produce these abilities but they did find out who could do them. http://www.scribd.com/doc/39966435/The-War-for-Minds-of-Men-Scientology-Role

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