Boundaries.They are everywhere. From early childhood, as we learn how to color within the lines, we are taught boundaries, and how to stay within them.
Who creates boundaries? We all do. There are only so many inches one can be pushed before these invisible lines begin to develop, and be enforced.
In governments, there are many invisible boundaries. Although there are ‘rules’ to let us know exactly where these lines are, which ones we dare not cross, there are others hidden, only found quite by mistake, newly developed boundaries not yet told of.
Cities, States, and Countries have them with each other, and within these lines there are others, for the people within.
As barriers form around us, freedom to move shrinks, the space in which we live becomes more confined. The pressure of it causing unrest, discomfort. As invisible walls erupt around us, our own barriers are knocked down, tiny little things compared to this massive intrusion.
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There seems to be an illness, not only in the bodies and minds of many people, but in the air, in the plant life, in the earth, in the waters.
This illness is promoted and created by a corrupt system which operates on the ill health of everything it touches.
Every system in this country is revolving around sickness and ailment of all kinds, indeed it does what is necessary to see that it births new illness, upon illness.
There needs to be an overhall of ALL systems, for these do not seem to be working.
Blue face, fire for hair, looking at me. Strong man rolls up his sleeves. The message is not clear, and your voice here is not real.
Man laying flat on his back. Peering under him I see another, strapped to him, back to back … the second one is face down in the water of the bed, shackled, allowed to come up for a gasping breath of air only occasionally.
How does it know I am sleeping? Sensors … Who is Santa Claus, really? “He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you’re awake. He knows when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.”
People … they run around always telling themselves they must do this or that. They claim to know what strength is. They’ve been observing for some time, many … There are so many more they are not aware of, they have no idea of the strengths deep within those, nor will they. What has been exposed is only a portion of reality. True strength remains private.
Things that don’t make sense, yet are interesting just the same. Those who do not toil have nothing to deeply satisfy them. They look to others for gain.
Black circle rimmed with light. Lion, jaws wide standing still, like marble … cold, cunning. The truth, the truth, I try to remember … life is better with friends.
Two orange rods standing straight up, they seem firm but melt like wax. Love among flowers stuck to the wall of mediocre and drab existence.
Totem and chimes, what are you saying? No sound, just presence. Mystic, taming snakes as they slowly wind about the body.
Sun darkened for only a moment, stars appear. She watches me from the shadow end of seasons. Worlds fall into each other, eyes wide in the storm. Crackling and black, long tentacles spread from the pit.
Thinking … heart hanging from the ceiling. A boat on the wall full of ancestors. Smiling masks, inwardly laughing as feathers of a bird hover near.
The eagle stares back at me, meeting my gaze. I can hardly see him as his image fades. Mind like a crystal goblet full of salt, heavy with dense perception.
History means we’ve learned … or does it? Love on water, in air. Silent people in despair, going deep for a time and then rising once more.
Astounding. In mist. Through crevasses, into light. Free.
I looked, and there I saw what appeared to be a bird-fish, unlike anything I had ever seen before. It had beak, and a bird head, yet the body of a fish … I could not tell if it swam or flew.
Things in this world are spinning and turning upside-down, inside-out. As we observe these things and ask each other, “What in the world is happening?”, it continues to expand.
It is said that life ‘evolved’ into what it is today. Only those who do not pay attention will say they cannot see that science has tampered with the DNA structure of all life. This is a technique which has been around for centuries. We see it in hybrid plants, we see it in clones of animals, and surely, we are not so dull of mind to understand that although they will not admit it, they have tampered with humanity as well.
The winds blow, limbs from trees falling all around us. Lights begin to flicker and I say thanks for the inspiration to create candles recently. I feel inclined to gather sustenance, to prepare for that something which comes this way.
I try to tell myself it is only foolishness, these thoughts, but know in the core of me that it is not, evidence surrounds us the world over.
I ready for another normal day at the office. I expect a day to come soon where BIG shift takes place, larger than any that has come before. I stand at the ready …
I am pretty darn tired of manipulation. The play on words has been going on for generations, those who wish to pull peoples strings are very good at it by now.
It really is too bad. Both in the sense that it is ‘too’ bad, and also that it is sad, very sad indeed. It is a shame that skilled folks choose to utilize their talents to cause harm in the psyche of other people. This choice makes themtoo bad.
This isn’t my own opinion, however it is one that I agree with wholeheartedly. Having been on the receiving end of those who practice these ‘talents’ I know what it does, I know the hearts of those who do it.
Unfortunately, there are those who have chosen to manipulate in order to feel powerful. A twisted sense of what power means is surely skewed in their minds, and I do not believe they have the ability to see clearly, so immersed in the work of pulling strings in order to gain … whatever it is they think they need.
I find that I am sorry for them, yet I also know they do not deserve this from me. That is wasted energy on those who haven’t the desire to make a change in their actions which would cause less harm in the world.
While I retract this compassion from them, I focus on building my own reserves, for there is much work to be done … the world needs an ample healing, and it begins in each heart that is aware, and desires to be part of it.