A New Year

        A New Year

Memories…

i spent my earliest days

In a sort of ideal existence,

                           riding

                   my tricycle 

Everywhere that I wanted, 

                         walking

                  in the grass

Of the park right next door,

                        flooded

For its springtime growth

                      (buried

in the heart of the United

                             States

This took place).  Little

Did I know then, of course - 

                                   this

Is circa the late 1930s

We’re talking about -

That it all may end up 

       in the terror

Of civil war -

                   that is to say

Of a New Day.

I hope that it - 

                  that is to say

            this cosmic Play

That we are in (in order

To catch our consciences) - 

                        will not

                       turn out

                      that way.

But that is free will

For you.

For.  You.  To

       spread your wings

                        and fly

Higher than you have ever

           gone before     

                        into

       a different sort

                        of day.

     Or not, as the case

              may be.

Angels in disguise, 

        metamorphosing

                       into

         the gods

                       that we

                       already

                       are

            in the

           correct

          manner.

             —

      P.S. I have a question;

      The American national electrical grid 

                                    can be hardened 

                             against an EMP

      For comparatively little money.  

      Why hasn’t it been?

      I’ll tell you why.  It’s because 

      We have satanists amongst us

      Who plan to rule us, as soon as

                           they have taken

                           us down.

          Do not go there.

             There is

          a better Way

           than theirs.

             A Word

          to the wise.

                  -

     Sorry if I seem to be
   losing faith in humanity
        to be able to rise
         to the occasion.
             We'll see.
               But we
                 have
             been here
                before.
                Maybe
                   this
                     is
           
               the One.