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…

Mirsu, the Age Old Telepath

Mirsu is such an interesting character and comes with a long and colorful history. There are a number of ‘claims to fame’ with which he has been involved with, among them the “We Come Back” episode. This episode required a lot of concerted effort and Mirsu was the man chosen to ensure a successful outcome. It indeed became a success. Telepaths are few and far between on the ‘darker’ side of life. Actually, they are not really few and far between, but the one’s who count are. For those events which are deemed to be ‘indicative’ or ‘pace setting’, these telepaths are called out for duty…

Late Payment

In between the lines of stirring emotions, a quiet calm exhibits itself in ways not dreamed of outside of dreamtime. Exposing the thoughts that reside with the heart of Man, truth seeks its source and once demonstrated, it becomes impossible to revert to old ways and habits. I long for the days of old where the past came alive with no life of its own. Surviving the storm of our ebullient thoughts, we stake the clam that must be made and fall out of grace. Reaching new heights, we realize that nothing has ever happened. Alone in the thought process, escaping is the only possible option short of self destruction. Survival at all costs!..

We've Never Left Home

There is a joy in the living of life. There is a moment of unrequited love where life becomes accepted as it is for what it is. What finer moment could be endured or celebrated than this? Going beyond our day-to-day mortality, there can be only one moment in which all of time stands still to await our command and purpose. Gathering the courage to expend ourselves, we find the moment of emptiness in which our dreams unfold and captivate our interest and intent. Where ever we seek, in whatever way we require it’s demonstration, it all comes down to the center of the universe. Ourselves…

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