“May you live in interesting times.”
For all the glitz, glamor and intrigue, some illusions just don’t make it through the sniff test. While it’s true that most people will happily follow a trail even when it is based upon partial truths there comes a time, at some point along the way, that the head comes up and the eyes glance directionally in a Kodak exclamation moment of definition. The Universe suddenly comes in clearer - and that’s when the trouble starts. It’s called reckoning.
You see, lies are created by liars who make up fairy tales in a ploy to capture attention. Ask any Magician about attention and they will tell you the same thing - nothing. Secrets are secret because the revelation is kept out of bounds. Do you realize the implication of that? Out of bounds.
Unfortunately I can’t get into that at the moment but I can tell you that illusions are loved by illusionists. This works both ways and makes for good copy. It’s the striking of the deal that sets it all into play. And so, the show must go on but this doesn’t mean that prediction is set in stone. It’s a common thread which all endure which just so happens to be contained in the verse: “…and all the King’s horses and all the King’s men…” On the chess board action takes place and yet behind the scenes even more action takes place. Where some enjoy the shadows upon the cave wall, other’s fancy different forms of interest.
Here is a good place to mention Mike McClaughry’s “Suspicious Deaths in Scientology”
I especially like the photo of the tiger at the end of the article.
All I can say is that I hope the so-called ‘Scientlogists’, the Walkers from the Land of Oz, have got their bags packed for the sudden and unexpected notice of the Right of Return coming due.
Whether Man is fit for man or beast is but a knife’s edge step away from discovery but let’s face it - the truth is already known and has been for quite some time. Just because the past catches up with some folks doesn’t mean that dinner is over - just yet. I prefer to hang around just a tad after the shoe falls in order to flesh out the details because it’s never over ‘till the fat lady sings.