THE NOISE CONTINUED - PART 4 ========================== MERRY GO ROUND ========================== Blasting into nirvana awesome state of hypothetical nothing relentless pointless powerful without a thought and certainly no science for nothing in everything is chaos. Fees paid for confessions the best trees hewed anew for processions of the cross carried by a staggering authority to demonstrate all that absurd in their shuffling positions ahh, saints made from the catalogue of persecuted heretics who wouldn't break the ties of the death grip yet didn't quite believe the beliefs of old languages intoned into the dark of consciousness A mother keeps turning up in the weirdest places everyone different every name the same How many times have you been struck by fear for failing to get to the mass on time Some great clot of heady vibrations tuned into dope and sex and other low frequency emanations Beetles eat whatever falls to the cave floor Some wretches suspect there is much much more than easy to score side trips to the force and do nothing more besides talk about it they do not think to the edge of obvious they do not see beyond chaos talking is wasteland easy and no sting of truth the thoughts merely babble a few seconds of hard thought got caught misting in easy breezes What dammed legacies still linger glued to the subconscious from days gone past when priests taught god circled the earth like a merry go round. ================================= NEAR MIDDLE AND FAR EAST ================================= ---------------- THE PLEDGE ---------------- 'Ask not what your country can do for you ask what can you do for your country' Well actually not much The only thing the country has done for me is take about 70% of everything I have ever earned and allow a hospital to charge my mother 7 thousand bucks to have me born there I would rather do what I can for the planet and have the countries do the same Expecting ME to do it for the COUNTRY is the same as having me do it for the mafia or do it because my life might depend on it (dissenters not wanted) neither options savory best to let the country change the 'j' in jingo to a 'b' and let me get on with a purpose helping the planet get back in sync with the galaxy --------------------------- TELLING IT LIKE IT IS --------------------------- God says this lands ours an we're here tuh take it an this gun proves gods good cause we don't just blast you away and say a prayer after we said a prayer before an now you get yer chance to go an be gone with it or god's gonna make this gun go off again despite the way we prayed you not get hurt less you blink or even think fer an blink we're not gonna get yer land cause its ours now god's givin it to us an this takes an IQ of about 63 - meybe 64 to unnerstand that's why I'm able t' tell yu how good god is cause god's give us yer land and a gun in case yuh want tuh make trouble that's why I'm the priest cause only I can unnerstant all this good stuff 'bout god an the land an how god's givin it to us so we can have our own religion on your land jus like god wants YES SURE MEYBE AN IQ OF 54 NOT 64 IN ANY CASE THERE SURE IS A PROBLEM WITH that IQ. AND THIS WAS SEEN LIVE, ON TV. A FACT THAT HAPPENED FROM ISREAL. ------------ KISMET ------------ Not an ephemeral whimsical winding wind gently this is hard core mob kind of stuff a gabbling assembly of beserk asserters their jowls waggling like chins of turkeys standing tall in the stockyard spittle spouts and ear wax flies from the locomotion see the nameless jabbering heads all this rage because they didn't get their way the din in the sin against them is appalling to all but one concept a new soaring overplus of solid noise in maw made racket a total defeat kismet voted against the move to kill em all to get rid of em all once and for all and be done with it this is believe it or not democracy in action I'm glad to know it has to be from someone else's brain it was on again on the six o'clock news headlining the breakthroughs taking place somewhere in the din of the planet a half dozen more nameless heads waggling out of control this very day that was the news that was it 6 more heads in parliment waggling faster than yesterday isn't that a howl to hoot about yes progress and some day soon maybe even the bargaining table but for now the peace at least is being kept by the spittle hitting the walls rather than bullets as the assembly hold themselves together and holster their emotions in the roar of the waggling gaggling heads letting the whole world know letting the whole world understand how bad it is for them cause they didn't get their way let the world see let the world observe what it means to not get their way let the world understand that the insane all out mindlessness of the waggling gaggling heads is a measure of the concern and not what it looks like at all no no not the look of an assembly out of control of everything including the bullets jabber jabber jabber jabber which means in the act of free will being fully in control. How weird can it get? A negative infractructure world wide continues to consume itself in accelarating pace unto the day when all involved, rejoin the human race. Mind you there is supposedly more civility here in the western world in pushing the recall button hour after hour day after day week after week a ringing clinging clamor of nothing else but bell making hell in the halls of parliament because two leaders want to score points for a by-election --------------------------- DISPATCH TO PARADISE ------------------------------------- DO JOLLYS ONTO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD NOT HAVE THEM DO ONTO YOU Speaking about weird this concoct of being dispatched to paradise for a great reward is troubling FOR INSTANCE: it seems only the stupid or useless get offered the promise by the mullahs a peasant from the barren rock country leaping across the line like a reeking berserker machine gun splattering a statter of point bursts spittle glittering the speckling grin saber slashes in the invisible whim of allah gets into the thick of the prey women children anyone in the way hacked to bits in a dazzling display of bizarre flesh flying in all directions till someone else's reaping shrieking blade makes pace enough to render the martre useless ergo the reward THIS martyr goes to 'paradise' ergo the conundrum there are TWO martyrs involved one from side A of the line the other from the other leaving TWO paths of gory: body slices diced in sorry lying hoary after flying long distances through the frenzy of the display of reaping allah's blades and so TWO mulluhs have guaranteed TWO rites of passage to 'paradise' obviously a fallacy of duality in the fundamentals but who's to say which mullah is the most favored which mullah isn't makes you wonder what kind of a god this allah is with so much gore taken for granted so much pleasure from both the act and the aftermath they say it is calm here where there is no life wrong chilling winds in the stilling dust so unwilling disturb the ether MEANWHILE What do the others get What great rewards are their promise of the mullahs why a proper routine passage into the afterlife of course for these the weak meek mild mannered more whose only score in life is to have shuffled at least once around the old black block in mecca and have all ways said their prayers proper five times a day starting at sunrise even at the north pole where no sun don't shine causa the tilt and moons of the bums-up go unseen and what about the mullahs themselves no great claims for 'paradise' here only mumbled jumbled great believers in overatures to duty to the great one in a lifetime of humbly sending others to the great deep in the sand where the chills sigh and certainly no public cries or claims of greatness for themselves no no for though they seem to wield unlimited power amongst the colts and dimwitties promising 'paradise' for going forth into the outer world to do duty there is something about the deeds done in the all consuming name of wisdom .... here words peeter out faster than the intelligence .... .... take out that installation with 50 megatons of plastic TNT taped to your belly or you get punished instead of an eternity of virgins most importantly note - no fornication in the afterlife if you even think for an instant the mullah's promise is a lie .... make your claim in the name of heroic assassin bump off your target around the world get out there where the game is really dangerous cause governments balk and it means 'satans' out there running things ... .... yes agent X reporting here victory almost imminent tell Allah to get those girls ready quarry last seen 40 minutes ago skirting a low stone hedge on the outskirts of London ... Has it occurred to anyone that the mullahs don't really believe in Allah's dirty virgins and use the ploy to simply get the boys with the twitchiest peckers to do their dirty work because some (so many) seem to definitely want to go the more messy route to glory seeking such status as a true martyr makes gory the sorry in berserk all battle bizarre then the punch line death and the doer both meet to greet 'paradise' meanwhile bloodstained mullahs invent new words to describe the atrocities committed against their minions and stay at home their heads tolled to the floor and their backsides trapping stale air for when it is told mullahs to claim rewards for themselves results in the worst of all possible rewards from Allah Oh the brave sacrifices endured by the mullas ! silence no self claims so much public humility while sending so many others to 'paradise' WHAT A GOD ! What an invisible THING to worship ! What can happen to change this I, A LET'S PRETEND MULLUH ISSUE THE FOLLOWING COMMAND LET IT END NOW ! Think of history in instant replay for the last (say) 100 years think of the whole realm of the densely packed what you see in a glance 100 years of sects mindless and fractured slashing each other to bits in fits of religious interpreted hits and its still going on without letup YOU MUST ALWAYS REMEMBER ITS NOT SO MUCH WHAT YOU SAY BUT WHAT YOU actually do THAT COUNTS FOR MOST IN THE REALITY OF THE SUPREME CREATORS ALPHA AND OMEGA OH BY THE WAY TO EVEN THINK OF TAKING A LIFE IS A FAST WAY OF LOOSING LIGHT WHEN IT COMES TO SEEING SIGHT TOWARD GLORY IN THE DOMAINS OF THE SUPREME CREATORS ALPHA AND OMEGA ------------------- BIG ENOUGH ------------------- I'D LIKE TO BE BIG ENOUGH TO race swift as a thought along the border wall so fleet of feet the quards would have no time to notice rolling the whole thing up so deftly that anyone watching would think an imp had just banished it like magic only no magic would be involved all that happens is I have toted the rolled up borders to a storage shed where the metal and bales can be recycled into something useful instead of hell on the planet. I'D LIKE TO BE BIG ENOUGH TO go unchallenged walking amongst the flock gathered at 'biker city' dropping sugar in every tank of gas to see how much 'biker' er how much 'power' er how much 'good time' is left when the means to make an ear shattering racket heard for 10 miles in all directions with one hard crank on the accelarator has been trashed I'D LIKE TO BE BIG ENOUGH TO motor as a helicopter might with grunt enough to grip the Christ of the Andes and steer it out over the ocean the statue swinging in an arc and drop it there and see if the splash is as big as believers fear must happen for such a folly or will the icon cold stone merely tone below the waves going beneath the breach in a screech like a meteor making small dips and ripples amongst the minnows long since dissipating among the weedbeds before the turn to the shoreline comes I'D LIKE TO BE BIG ENOUGH TO stand by the wailing wall and placing one little finger lightly against it give it a light shove and watch it topple over revealing new vistas never before seen of other parts of the shabby city normally not noticed by worshippers snuffed so stubby against the wall experiencing the torment er the whatever the wonderful er awful 'presence of god' what a presence can't imagine why a god would ever want to put a halo around this place unless dare I say it THAT particular god doesn't exit except in the minds of the feeble minded people who wail there. I'D LIKE TO BE BIG ENOUGH TO hover over Mecca and gripping a corner of the black shroud like a tablecloth give it a quick flick and 'presto' see the whole white cube revealed for the first time in an eon of ages and hear the astonished gasps of the shuffling circling mourners er worshippers who now see tangible the 'mystery' the priests have been hiding under wraps for so long in the name of allah because once the 'mystery' is gone allah cannot exist any more in terms of states of the various personalities of the conflicting priests who create allahs by whims and vigor to legalize their hates. I'D LIKE TO BE BIG ENOUGH TO in a fit of potence stride into the five sided star called the pentagon and easing a crowbar into a chink in a corner pry the thing open let the lice spill out howling foul unfair and other claims against the awful enemy and while all this bedlam is going on amongst the killer bees looking for targets quietly lift the corner and walk it into a six sided shape and take the top off and dissolve the desks and chairs call this one small step for humanity ---------------- HOLOCOST ---------------- Aw gee whiz I'm almost 30 and still haven't made my statement public about it an' become a man an' become a woman What a darn shame More to the point what holocaust is it the adult-child holocaust man-woman holocaust east-west holocaust kymer-smart holocaust american-japan holocaust european-jewish holocaust communist-slavic holocaust ottoman-armenian holocaust world-africa holocaust it seems it might be right to make it what ever you want it to be made as the issue in what ever name race or creed or idea you wish to stand for how about the catholic-inquisition holocaust the gengis-christian holocaust the crusades-arabian holocaust the roman-egyptian holocaust the statue-god holocaust the planet-galaxy holocaust the point is not whining about the aggravations of the past in the present or even making everyone present suffer for someone else's past the point is to forget the past and get on with the positive future using suffering as a statement of being or coming of age event is well where in hell did that idea come from your worst personal bummers are still bummers when remembered in your privacies ad nauseam and another kind of hell when borrowed from the past mistakes of others and another kind of dumb when pushed in the face of numb innocent bystanders and another kind of mistake still, if the innocent fail to respond in the way you see fitting so you respond uptight in the way that is supposed to force innocent bystanders to submit to the misery being dished as a personal pleasure on your part: i.e. making your statement effective by getting others to listen and join in and howl also THERE IS NO PEACE IN THE QUIET UNTIL YOU FORGET WHAT HAPPENED PERSONALLY AND NOT FORCE OTHERS TO REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED TO OTHERS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AS IF REMEMBERING THE WORST PAST POSSIBLE IS A RELIGIOUS CELEBRATION YOUR RACE CREED OR GENERATION NEEDS TO JUSTIFY ITS EXISTENCE that is kinky isn't it A thought comes to mind supposedly about 45% of the population have IQ's higher than 105 it means that about 45% of the population have IQ's lower than 95. Makes you wonder who's stripping the forests and wiping out animals for aphrodesiacs cause the one thing we logically know for certain is those who have the money to pay for the pillage have IQ's higher than 95. Words to the wise hint hint ==================== SPECTACLE ==================== A mustache to a little kid looks like awful stuff running out of the nose. Think about it. Think about vanity and glamor oh sexy one. A mustache is supposed to look good because cologne sellers and style and blue jean ads say so but truth from the mouths of babes is closer to it when they darken in dismay as you reach over to pick a baby up and all the kid can do is cringe in fear of your mustache. You made up gals so glamorous so deftly put on your skin looks perfect for the wax museum what do you think babes percieve when you, reeking, lean over to pick up little kiddy and get instantly angry cause auntie isn't patient with kiddies who scream oh glamorous one. And if the kid is happy before you came for a visit oh boy here comes clown again oh funny the lips so odd colored the eyes so bright the rouge on the rest of the pasty face so vacant the look so lacking in genuine heartfelt feeling that is positive. No one in the universe has ever proclaimed you have to look glamorous to look good as a lady. No women has ever been commanded within to paint the face with vanity in order to be real and alive as a female reality being who radiates so much light you can be seen for miles. Just the thinking that such a radiant life is not for you may be enough to cause you to fold over to collapse to become an inch worm your face found day and night mere inches above the cosmetic ads. Don't you think there is despair in the feeling of how much to spend and what to buy to make it impossible to ever radiate light with your face conceiled with man made concoctions which don't exist in the first place except in the dismal dinky reflections of how you look at yourself in the mirror after the gunk goes on. ========================== RE-INCARNATION ========================== Her past has gone like a slice of sorry weather vanishing up the valley Those were hurgid times in the old days prior to this incarnation Her corpse twice blotted by volcanos and the soldiers stuffing her with gore at the change of kings and the number of times she died without knowing any reason and the times she wondered if there were too many seasons for the living to go on crying in the air that roared through the centuries. Yes it was a flirting journey to the present and here she is conciousness again, a new clean fresh feeling in her spirit yearning anew getting ready for a new journey in the galaxy ========================= THE MISSIONARY ========================= Elmer was little and feeble and grew up little and feeble but convinced he had lord power in him became a missionary and went over to the jungle to do lord's work because of the much-lord and lord-touch in him. The missionaries eventually reach heathens where the following happens: The heathens, eager to please whip out an object of their religious aspire it is a shrunken head dangling on a stick. OH WOW! the missionaries shout in stark fear for their safety. But it turns out these heathens are friendly they say the shrunken heads are their way of ensuring that dead enemies don't come back to haunt them. The little heads keep the original owners at bay or so they say. Well this is obviously no good for the missionaries, the lord won't have THIS. So Elmer and the rest are inspired to hurry with their personal lord's work going with great zeal to explain through sign language and grunts how the lord punishes those who shrink heads and fail to concider their own afterlife. Our lord can give you everything you want and so on and so forth, Elmer insists, or so it seems. Until finally the seniors amongst the heathens are convinced sufficient to inquire about the lord. 'We have an image that we use', explains Elmer, whipping out his personal crucifix and holding it out in the air for the curious heathens to behold and admire. But what do you think happens? A shriek of utter dismay and terror as the heathens flee every last one of them as fast as their legs can carry them into the jungle. What Elmer flashed in their faces was an incredible tiny grotesque corpse dangling on a cross. The problem is, Elmer had already made it clear that this THING is what they are supposed to worship as their god. The heathens have no choice except to believe that anyone who prays to the THING will live forever and look incredible, like the lord. And if anyone refuses to believe, life for ever after will be even worse. No wonder the heathens fled in the blink of an eye. None had ever seen even in their worst dreams anything so hideous, so ugly, as the crucifix which depicted what the lord the missionaries prayed to looks like. However Elmer all smiles in the service of the lord knew not why they fled except to say the devil made them do it. After the escape, things became predictable for a while: the missionaries demanding the authorities go in and murder the heathens for killing missionaries. Because no doubt the heathens were very determined to protect themselves and future generations from the THING the feeble little missionary had shoved in the face of the people. Time passes. Eventually after slaughter and starvation a few of the heathens begin to think that life with the THING is better then no life at all. And so begin to journey back to join Elmer's personal ministry. And so all seems to be going well in the missionary business. But not really. The problem is still as deep rooted as it has always been effecting both the missionaries and heathens alike even though the missionaries including Elmer don't know it and the heathens especially those who have become converts have no way of knowing it in the first place. The problem is the book called the bible or rather its practices. First, the heathens have to be taught how to read. And then, have to be taught how to read the 'bible' in the religious ways so that passages which seem to have no meaning at all (read as a line here or there one line at a time from a book four inches thick), are seemingly meaningful if the heathens bow and click prayer beads and shout 'hallelujah' when the timing is right to get the best nods from the missionaries. 'Oh praise the lord such a miracle is happening here' the missionaries shout as the heathens grow in lordness to where they can shout 'hallelujah' and say 'amen' without accents. And now for the greatest success of all in the work of the missionaries: getting heathens to accept the 'word' completely to become missionaries themselves. But work is so very slow, frustrating, particularly for poor Elmer who can see the rewards and congratulations eroding away as the years pass, with one heathen after another fading back into the jungle after trying to learn the 'good book' without getting it. The problem is as follows: Elmer is proud of his memory and can spout most any passage of the bible by heart. In particular, Elmer is better than most anyone else he knows on the more scholarly parts of the bible, parts of the bible which other missionaries, and even those back in the church from whence Elmer came, could hardly even ponder let alone quote at will. These parts of the bible include such great clarities as: 26. Excuse: "HOW CAN I RECONCILE THE DOCTRINE OF HELL WITH THE CHRISTIAN'S GOD OF SALVATION?" Answer: "Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels" (MATHEW 25:41). And even more importantly, knowing the front of the bible, with passages such as: DOCTRINE--teaching Good..................Ma. 7:28 Bad...................Re. 2:14 Doctrines (plural): Bad only..............Ma. 15:9 Mk. 7.7 Col. 2:22 1 Ti.4:1 He. 13.9 One of the heathens a younger person who seems to be making better progress than most of the others, can't help thinking that the LORD must THINK like the lord LOOKS, when this young heathen hassles over such lore as the above, plus the terrible thing itself that motivates the missionaries, staring so hideously forth from its place of salvation called the crucifix. The concept of how to eat of its flesh never does sink in. The word according to Elmer is what the young heathens must come to accept and obey exactly, in order to BECOME ONE with the lord. 'And you KNOW what THAT can only mean', the heathens keeps thinking over and over after the punishments for failing the lessons. In their hearts the heathens think the lord actually does exist, pinned and shivelled just like a shrunken head, now trapped on the crucifix by the mighty little Elmer, or others with even greater powers of black magic. And what Elmer is telling them is; if they don't believe 'the gospel', won't worship and accept the lord inside themselves as their savior; that the lord on the cross, that awesome brain jolting stinking joke, will get free again and revenge. The problem is they can't figure out how to get the thing from off the crucifix to end up inside themselves, so they can avoid it. How, is a miracle Elmer and the other missionaries can't explain. Some heathens secretly think if ELMER can be placated, the heathens might - by some help from the gods - end up not looking like the lord, as is Elmer the missionary looking more and more like the lord daily as his personal ministry continues to unfold. Because, according to Elmer, he DOES have the lord personally within himself. And the effect of this is obvious. The proof is in the face of Elmer, and the contorted stance he takes by the church door welcoming worshippers in. Worse, some of the missionaries have AIDS. YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T GET ANYWHERE WORSHIPPING A BOOK CALLED THE BIBLE. YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE WORSHIP THAT BOOK IN THIS HEAVE-OVER OF TIMES A REAL PITY ------------------------------ THE SHEATH IS UNTITLED ------------------------------ HERE IS A LITTLE STORY ABOUT SOME OF THE KINDS OF PEOPLE YOU MAY ENCOUNTER WHEN INCARNATED ON THE EARTH. August 12, 1990, on the Rideau River, Nepean, Ont. On the quiet river the problem began with new neighbors. He wrote children's stories which she proof read for a T.V. station's children show and both made a comfortable living. The established residents along the river's shore have converted this stretch into a scenic park-like setting for a couple of kilometers along both shores and so the disruption caused by the new neighbor's dog through the conciousness in the area was conciderable. The new neighbors rebelled in annoyance when others suggested that this dog be muzzled. The dog was a black pure breed great dane status symbol, part of their make-believe life's career. It was kept tied by a long rope to a tree a few feet from the water, during daylight, so that all who passed by in pleasure boats on the river could see it. As newcomers, this young couple were unaware of the extent of the disruption this monstrous pet caused to the peace of mind in the area, facing as it did every boat in a rigid stance, its long tail winding straight in the air, barking. In particular the young couple viewed themselves as being successful rather than in seeing themselves as involved in efforts to dissolve chaos from the planet. One of the residents along the shore was moved to summarize the situation by writing a children's short story to everyone in general, and no one in particular: "When Bob's dog Billy first saw the groundhog he wanted it right away for dinner. ~Yummy', he thought, licking his lips and barking. But because he didn't know where the groundhog lived, and because his sense of smell was a Great Dane's, not like a Bloodhound's, he stood all the time in wait, barking excitedly whenever he thought he heard anything or saw anything move". "One day he saw the groundhog again. He quickly chased it to its burrow by a clump of bushes, barking in anticipation of a meal. The groundhog escaped into its burrow in the nick of time. All Bob's dog Billy got for dinner was a clump of leaves that triggered more loud non stop barking". Unfortunately, this writing did not solve the problem. When they saw it, the new neighbors did not think the story had enough of a moral to be used on their T.V. show for children. That was what they saw in the story, in fact, the moral of the story escaped them entirely. This couple didn't believe in higher communication through conciousness, or communication through the higher conciousness. And went to church like others of their kind during the week. He spent spare time grooming his Great Dane for dog shows. Her father was a psychiatrist in a foreign country who was establishing himself well in academic circles, and his opinions were sought by the state currently being run by a new military takeover. And he admired the dog, especially its price tag, and whenever it was groomed for dog shows. Its a shame to see the purpose of this little river so violated by such a simple thing as the barking of an out of place friend in the family, another species. As you can see, it is not simple at all, due to the complexities in thought involving conflicting attitudes and levels of awareness. You see, part of the problem is the great dane has been driven insane by obedience training geared to having it stand the right way in dog shows. The real problem is these are a female and male pair of fornicators who have forgotten their origins in Creation. And already it is l990. =========== WHY AHAH ! =========== YOU SILLY ROGUE CAUGHT YOU IN THE ACT OF SOME MALPRACTICE YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HAVE WHATEVER YOU WANTED NO ASKING BY SIMPLY GOING FOR IT. STOP THE COMMAND HAS BEEN ISSUED THE BOOK IS CLOSED ! TAKE A LESSON LUCIFIER YOU'VE TAKEN YOUR BEST SHOT AND FOUND THERE IS NOWHERE TO GO YOUR VAPOR TRAILS AIN'T GONNA PERVERT THE POSITIVE NOMORE YOUR OUTCOME THE SAD BAD PEOPLE ON THE PLANET WHO STILL THINK THEIR MENTAL POWER AND EMOTIONS WERE THE FIRST, NOT THE LAST, END PRODUCT IN CREATION YOU OFFERED THE IMPOSSIBLE FEAR, HATE, ENVY, LUST, GREED, INSTEAD OF WHAT THEY ALREADY HAD HOPE, POWER, PLENTY, PEACE, JOY, AND HAPPINESS DON'T FORGET THEIR LESSER SIGHT CAME IN AFTER YOU PULLED THE SWITCH DISCONNECTING THEM FROM THE BRILLIENT BRIGHT LIGHTS OF REALITY YOU SEE ON THE EARTH THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS TOTAL BLACKNESS WITH THE EYES CLOSED ALL THAT IS ARE PEOPLE STILL CLOGGED WITH ILLUSIONS ABOUT THE DELUSIONS YOU CREATED FOR THEM YOU TRIED TO MAKE THEM BELIEVE THESE DELUSIONS CAUSED BY X-FACTORS GONE AWRY WERE ANOTHER REALITY LET'S MAKE A LIST. AMBITION IS BAD ALL OVER. WHAT ABOUT MOTIVES - TEEMING WITH SNOWBALLS. AND THE POPULATION IS INSANE WITH EMOTIONS. HOW ABOUT WORSHIPPING, METAPHYSICAL SCAMS, OCCULT, THE MYSTERIES EASTERN RELIGIONS, WESTERN RELIGIONS NOT TO MENTION ALL THE CUNNING MIND GOING ON IN STOCK MARKETS, AND THE INCREDIBLE MANIPULATION OF PERCENTAGE POINTS FOR NOTHING WHATEVER BUT PROFIT FOR A FEW all TAKEN FROM THE MOUTHS OF MANY the time SHALL IT GO ON pretending THE LIST WHICH FILTERS THE WHOLE OF SOCIETY? to be YOU TOY, WHAT SILLY IRONY the THIS LAST FEEBLE TRICKLE IS good ALL THAT IS LEFT OF YOUR GRAB guy AT THE STRING OF POWER ALL THAT IS LEFT THE END PRODUCT OF THE OVERPLUS GIVING FEEBLE MENTAL WIZARDS THEIR THOUGHTS OF GRANDURE. OH HEY DON'T RUN AWAY HARDLY ANY OF YOU ARE OFF THE HOOK THOSE FEEBLE MENTAL WIZARDS JUST MENTIONED ABOVE CONSTITUTE MOST OF THE ENTIRE POPULATION OF THIS PLANET. WAY-TA-GO, LUCIFER BUT WORD FROM UPSTAIRS IS YOU'VE STOPPED CLOCKING NO NO'S IN OVERTIME AND ARE IN FACT AT THE POINT WHERE YOUR CONTAINMENT IS FINISHED TO WHERE YOU WILL INEVITABLY FUNCTION WHOLE SOUND AND PERFECT AGAIN FREE OF REBELLION. IN THE MEANTIME THE URGENT PACE TO HOUSECLEAN THIS PLANET IS GOING ON VERY STRONG NOW RIGHT OUT IN THE OPEN WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE WHAT THEY MUST DO TO CHANGE THEIR CONSCIOUSNES TO BE BACK IN SYNCH AGAIN WITH COSMIC REALITY ALL DONE In Divine Order Greydon Moore October, 1990 email: farstar@storm.ca (1998)