Tuesday 23 September 2014

On The Passing Scene


I am reminded
Of the story
From my childhood
Reading, about 
The ongoing war
            between
'The Fatapoofs
                  and
The Thinifers'
In their rspective
Visages, and cloaks
Of armor.
It all goes to
The core, the very 
            essence
Of life itself: 
              whether
                we are 
to be governed by 
Our Creator, with life
Everlasting,
          on our way
       to being very 
                     gods
Ourselves, according
To the principles 
Of the Creation
             as laid out 
    by whomsoever
Originally; or by 
Our flimsy Masters,
                    stuck in 
                     our 3D 
Dimension,
                     only
        thinking we 
Are governing
Ourselves. 

For, this is not 
Just about socialism 
Versus capitalism, 
                 either/or 
Of those techniques
By which to live one's 
Basic life in 
A constant state
Of scarcity, as both 
Of these isms
Would have us
Believe.  This
Is about
The Way
Of Christics
Or
The way
Of Satanics;
     the latter
Of whom think
The way to make
People 'good''
Is just that: 
To force them
To be, by
The power of
The state
(and controlling them
Generally speaking
To within an inch
Of their lives
In the process),
         rather than
Believing in
'A higher Power'  
                   to be
Scoffed at, in
           undying
          rebellion
Against God.
Wanting to be
Their own creators.

Well; you
Can be. 
 If you follow
The prescription;
                  to say
The criterion.
But no; you want to
                   do il
On your own; be
Your own god,
                with no
Reliance on
Anybody, or
Anything
Else.  Totally
                free
         a) to do
     whatever
     you want
            to do,
       without
        regard
To or for
        others;
         and b)
From dependency
On your Creator. 
And thus, the
Equivalent of
Frankenstein's
Monster;
Wanting to be
Totally free,
                     chafe
                    under 
   the boundaries
Of Karma;
Too restrictive, in
A Creation
Where nobody
Would be safe
From you,
With no justice
Except yours.
                   
I'm sure that
The state
Could keep a lot
Of trouble
From happening, if
It put us all        
Under 24/7    
Surveillance.
                 But 
Who wants to live
That way
Except those who
Want others to be
Held in slavery
To them???...

And another thing
On this same
Sort of subject
               before
I get off
My high horse:

What good does it do
To have private property
If you can't do
With it
Whatever you want to??

You effing socialists:
                         STOP
With all this 
Control shit.
I want essential
Freedom to prevail
In order
For people to see
What they
Will get up to
When they
Are free to
And given
No good reason
For life itself.
For, this business
Of life
Is a school.
Understand
Now?

And to those
        who break
The rules, I
Would say:
'You do know
          that you
Are denying
Your essential
Nature,
         don't you?'
And giver them
The opportunity     
To see
The error
Of their ways;
                  not
Deprive them
Of the chance
To grow
Thereby

             beyond
Such differences
               as those 
That separated
The Fatapoofs
From
The Thinifers... 

                It
Is a difference
In substance.
                 Learn
A lesson
Therefrom.

As for specifics:

This counterfeit
Administration,
     having proven
In spades the wisdom
              not only
Of the constitutional
Framers' good advice
 On the subject of
       'natural born' 
Citizenry for
The presidency, but
Of that precise choice
Of terms - 
                    not just
Of words, capable -
             as they are
Often - of being
Deceitfully
Mis-meaned; 
                      as with
                    Humpty
Dumpty; who had,
Let us recall,
A great fall -
                       in
The constitutional
Contract.
                  Subject
To amendment
By rightful
Means.


And thus endeth
The lesson
For today.

(Don't blame me.
                        I'm
Just passing through
Here
             on my way
To where
You are heading, too
            and simply
Commenting
On the passing
Scene

             through
                    this
Neck of the woods
              belonging
               to
My Father

                   until
        The Play
Is over
           and we
Come back
Together
As the One
We
Basically
Are
        and were
              before
We entered into
This exercise room
Of the Will
And its power
To do good
Or evil,
              given
The opportunity,
         whatever
                   our
                  true
Inclination
           beneath
The surface
Of our professed
Loyalty.
        And thus,
         catching
The conscience
                      of
      any potential
King.
                 Thus
         separating
The sheep
                from
The goats
As it were; God
Although loving
To His offspring
               being
No dummy
And engaging in
The policy of
        'Trust
But verify.')

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