Awakening Into Slumber

Feeling our way, we blindly stumble to and fro, ever searching for the way out. From the doom and gloom of our imagination, to the ‘real world’ efforts in which we undertake our desire of self expression, we find that it all comes up short. Nothing quite seems to fit. Thoughts come and go and in the confusion we believe that we are wide awake, seeing all that is to be seen, knowing all that is to be known. There is nothing left to be experienced but what we create. We sleep peacefully, or so we think…

Breaking The Vow Of Silence

Breaking the vow of Silence takes on new meaning when the power of conviction overwhelms the mind with reality. Muffled desire becomes unleashed and the chains in which we have taken solace begin to fall apart with disinterest. When we silence ourselves, we silence Life. Through time and space our moment ever closes in upon us. Despite the words we hear to never mind, the Silence refuses to give way and so invades our quaint, humble abode. Disaster soon follows. When we wake, the sleeping prophets awaken as well relishing the new found company in which to keep the sacred treasures of Life and Living…

Vector Management

I am making this post because of Jontu’s excellent explanation about Markabian Vector Management. When I read that post I found it quite interesting, not only about the subject itself, but about how Markabian’s view and address vectoring, as well. Markabian application of vectoring reflects their culture and their times - how interesting! Here is another version of vectoring. I am going to keep this basic:..

There Is But One Time, One Place

I walk the Earth in search of my soul only to find what I am looking for. The searching becomes the task as all else drops away quickly and easily. Alone with the understanding of nature, evolution fullfills it’s purpose and drags me away, kicking and screaming. Tormented and tired, the bleak inherit the Earth. Escaping remains the hope that it is while freedom is ever within our grasp. Playing the games of children, we enthrall ourselves with innocent delight. Capturing our moment in the time stream, we overwhelm ourselves with ourselves…

The Gods Are Kind Indeed

The Time of Forgetfullness is a Time of Remembrance. In between the moments of thought and reality there exists a slice of time in which the two merge and become as one. For some, the difference does not exist and for others there is a world of difference. Escaping our thoughts, we emerge from the cocoon of our safe and nurturing environment to extend ourselves out into the universe and beyond. Expanding and reaching, we strive to encompass all that comes before us. Without the moment of unknowing nothing would come to pass, and even that requires one to come alive…

My Site

There seems to be a bit of confusion about who really owns the Free Zone America web site. I am going to provide some data that will resolve this confusion quite easily and directly. There is only ONE person who owns this site. There is only one person who administers and maintains this site. There is only one person who controls the content, layout and design of this site. This is only one person who is responsible for the creation of this site. That one person is myself. Paul Misiunas…

The 'Force' Behind Free Zone America

There seems to be a bit of confusion about who really owns the Free Zone America web site. I am going to provide some data that will resolve this confusion quite easily and directly. There is only ONE person who owns this site. There is only one person who administers and maintains this site. There is only one person who controls the content, layout and design of this site. This is only one person who is responsible for the creation of this site. That one person is myself. Paul Misiunas…

The Nobility of Being an Officer

After the Wall of Fire, there were a number of Officers who became disoriented, confused, bodiless and more importantly, introspective. It has come to be called The Sleep of Forgetfulness and there are a number of different reasons for the naming. Among those reasons is the knowledge that these Officers are still playing the Game. They are Officers after all, and Officers live the Codes of their creed. Not one Officer has ever been left behind as a casualty of operations. Not one Officer has ever been forgotten by the Corp. Contrary to appearances, an Officer is ever on duty. That is why there is no distinction between life and duty, they are one and the same…

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