COURAGE💜💜

Eagle Eye ~

Courage is a choice, it’s very easy not to choose courage, as that is a “safe space”.
Choosing to be courageous is a gallant choice. To feel fear and rise above it, we understand is difficult.

When you choose to be courageous you realise you are risking an outcome that you do not yet know of. It’s fair for us to say that the choice by appearance may not work out as you had hoped or intended, but ask you to reflect on the fact that you chose an admirable virtue. We remind you, so long as your intentions are good of course.

This is where we’d like to tell you that if your intentions are not good by nature, there will be consequences of equal value. TRUE courage always comes from the heart to create or protect self or others.

Courage to create something of value for self or others or to rise for something you believe in will always have it’s pay off, even if it’s not immediately obvious to you.

The point we want to make most, is now is the time to be courageous. The world is in transition of a higher order. The things you think you would like to do, but don’t because fear blinds and forces you from the foundation of your universal ability and power of an unparalleled proportion to be courageous, do! We ask that you realise the force of courageous energy you are and use it.

Rise up and speak firm for those who can’t. Fulfill the dreams in your heart. Make the big who succeed in diverting your attention from your power, in order to self gain, small.

It’s time to rise, no one was born to be small in nature. Everyone has an energy inside that is equal in their capacity to be brave. Using that energy is your calling, your right and your responsibility.

There’s hero’s amongst you all. Time to awaken.

                    Love and light
                      Upon you all
                       Eagle Eye
                             🦅

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LIFE is described as a mist, a fast runner, a breathe, and a wisp of smoke, what if……

“WHAT IF?!” a poem Wednesday: July 11, 2018

So – what-if-you-knew-that-Jesus-was-bipolar!!-wouldn’t-cha-wanna be:

BIPOLAR II?

And what if Lord Jesus was “BI”-and-cross-dressed?

Would-you-change-your-point-of-view?

What if He spoke, NOT VERY MUCH, and he lisped – and drooled,

When He slept,

AND – what If He liked to “stroke himself,” and-children-often-crept,

Into His tent, like Michael Jackson – and they all played “naked games?”

Would you take your clothes off more – and remember fewer names?

What IF you knew – that His idea of God was objectionable – because:

(pause)

He said (in Aramaic): “HELL-WE’RE-ALL-ONE!” (pause)

Wouldn’t-it-leave-ya-”pause,”

To reconsider all the dogma that you love to cherish?

Could you, maybe, lighten up – and be a bit more garish?

fin. <3

P. S. : OR – Would you say: “I’M RIGHTEOUS! Leave my FAITH alone! Jesus? (pause) He’s-no-longer-my-hero! I THINK I’LL THROW A STONE!” 🙂 – “Well, now, that’s-just-wonderful-too! Hee-haw-haw-and-poo-poo-pee-doo!” 🙂

“GOD’S ADDICTION!” a poem for: July 10, 2018 (Tuesday)👯👰👼

“GOD’S ADDICTION!” a poem for: July 10, 2018 (Tuesday)

GOD addicts US – because we’re GOD,

And God-wants-ITself-addicted – trapped inside a “bod,” (pause) for-no-reason-at-all – and every-reason-there-is,

‘Cause GOD LIKES TO “GET IT ON,” AND GOD LIKES TO FIZZ,

YEA! Drinking diet soda pop,

While-dancing-with-HIS-Betty-“bOp,”

And scaring-HER-self-completely-numb,

Sucking-a-hyper-excited-thumb!

All these WONDERFUL – (pause)

AMAZING – (pause) CIRCUM-stances,

Are only pos-bile-when, addiction enhances,

THE SENSES! To experience (pause) all this “crap!”

For, you know, in GOD’S PLACE, there’s never a map [alt: no time to nap] !

NO TIME, NO SPACE-what-cha-think-o-that?

GOD LOVES TO CHANGE – TO A DIFFERENT HAT!

And-you’ll-ONLY-KNOW-this, (pause) when you die,

But-there’s-no-death-either! So, please don’t cry!

Let’s-just-beg-to-go-to-Heaven-or-Hell,

WHERE GOD KEEPS GOD SO VERY WELL,

Until GOD wakes and laughs so hard,

That CON-DITION-ALITY – be-comes-quite-“marred,”

And fizzles away, like soda pop bubbles,

That-appear-to-give-GOD (Us) so many troubles,

AND THESE BUBBLES AREN’T REAL,

But they-seem-to-sting-our-skin,

And let sweet anger – and lust – come in,

And GOD just loves-all-this-entertainment:

Water-boarding, and –

Molestation,

It’s-SUCH-a-SWEET-CONTAINMENT!

fin. <3

Glory of a woman👰👰💃

“RESPECTIVE GLORIES!” a poem. {The glory of a woman? (pause) Her beauty! (pause) And-long-and- luxurious-hair / Is a crowning part of that glory, boundless and flaxen and fair. / The glory of a man? His-ability (pause) to operate in-“3D:” / a “world” of fine-competition – a “serious” place to be? / And how to operate “successfully?” Well, that’s-a-trick, you know! / But-it-may-have-to-do-with-SINCERITY (pause) sowing-humor wherever we go! / Because this-place-is-NOT-serious – it’s a circus!-an-illusory-game! / So-try-not-to-take-it-too-serious, or we can find much blame: / in everything that happens and everything-people-do, / But it IS “only-a-stage” and “the play’s the thing beaucoup!” / Let’s be here, with sincerity – we’ll grow some hair and kiss, / and, IF we’re REALLY lucky, no-day-shall-we-ever-miss: / When I shall say: “I Love You,” more than life itself! / And I will NEVER, Darling, put you on “a shelf!” / For, every-day-is (pause) a new day and you are my angel divine, / Who guards and loves and protects me – the one I fashion “mine!” / I send NO horror messages – just-sincere observations: / about this place of horror, with “serious consternations,” / from OTHER players in this play, / who want to take our love away – / and make us “serious” about this joke, / a world that-APPEARS so sad and broke! / [The Broken-Heart-Door – is JUST a photo – NOT-of-the-door-in-Alpine-town! / NOW, Allen’s door-has-a-little-poem – that’s-stapled-there (pause) on-the-front-of-his-home! / I’ll take a picture, so you can see, THERE-IS-NO GRAFF-I-I-I-TI!] / (pause) The-door-was-just-kicked, and my-“melodramas”-“nick”-you-sometimes-to-cause-concern, / but, please, my darling – DON’T TAKE POEMS TOO SERIOUS! It’s just my poetic “churn” / Just some scribbles, from The Divine, / Who lives inside us all, just fine – / our hairs do grow, we-all-fragile-be, / and YOU are the only one for me – / BUT – I DO look back AND I look ahead – / because, to me, it’s like I’ve said – /there’s FREEDOM, if-you-want-to-call-it-that – / in putting out The Welcome Mat – / to-consider-EVERYTHING I feel – / and break apart most every seal, / To-inform The World, I am not scared! / Of losing all – my “soul”-SO-I’m-“bared,” – / for-we’re-ALL-locked (pause) in-a-“little-house!” / It’s called The Body – some hair! a blouse! / to keep our heads and frames obscured,/ our frail, fleshly tombs are blurred – / our sight’s not strong – to see the sea – / of germs that crawl on you and me! / For, IF we did, we’d-be-struck-with-terror! / (I am just a standard bearer!) / I raise a flag (pause) TO DECLARE: / Don’t be sorry! ‘Cause-I-don’t-care – / that in our houses, we’re contained! / It simply IS – what we have deigned, / to do – to-exist in this offal pile!! / And it IS – awful – BUT – we-still-can-smile – / IF we will NOT turn away – / from life as humans – in this fray! / THE FIGHT? = Don’t get too offal serious, / about this FAIR! For it IS furious! / It is a circus – and-wants-us-to-care – / About-our-little-houses, roofed with hair! / And-to care so much, that-we-will-fear – / And forget THAT WHICH-is-so-VERY-DEAR! / And-what’s-so-very-dear?-YOU, Love – / my angel sent – from Heaven Above! / And you ARE frail – AND “made of steel,” / with flaxen, golden hair – MY MEAL! / A meal (pause) upon (pause) which I dine! (pause) / A-top your body – for which I pine. / I yearn to touch and feel and smell – your fleshly, germy, sweaty “well!” / ‘Cause I’m disgusting! (pause) Horrible-and-fragile-too, / And I am so in love with YOU!} Kiss, kiss – Wednesday (July 11, 2018) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMnjF1O4eH0

Diary of a MADMAN!! p. 43!!🕴🕴🕴🕴🕴🕴

-BE HAPPY IN YOUR SLAVERY- (1)
The EARTH is APPARENTLY being poisoned – air, water, plants, animals . . . humans . . me. Everything toxic – Infection(s) & poison, spreading from my mouth, throughout my body. My mind – is going. A week or so ago, I forgot what year it is; a few days ago, I forgot what state Chicago is in. I’ll be in diapers shortly, uttering unintelligible sounds. Whether all this is happening by some power elite’s design or just from the stupidity of greedy, ignorant people, bent on supporting their own self-interests, matters none. Solar power, electric cars, GMO food, fluoridation, BPA in our food and fillings, more and more pharmaceutical drugs in us and our water. It’s a Brave New World; it was prophesized and here it is; genetic engineering of food & animals . . . and of humans. Everyone (is) just trying to continue with their silly business, glued to their televisions, their iPads and computers and, of course, their iPhones. Going to the store, for more toxic food, to the gas pumps and to the sporting arenas, the concerts, or movies or churches or cubicles: life is good, this slavery is good – we will expect a fine reward in the after-life, where we can expect to meet our celebrities, our doctors and dentists, our politicians, our gods, and, as I fade into oblivion, if Aunt Alice is still alive when I become unconscious, whether my body is still “alive,” or not, I will hear her speak her “mantra:” (too bad about our nephew Jay,) “IT WAS GOD’S WILL!”

SITTING ON AN ELECTRIC FENCE, LYING LITTLE BASTARD😃😁

“THE MYSTERIOUS, BLOCK-SITTING GRASS CUTTER!” a poem! TUES. 10 July 2018

I found me THE GREAT GOD, sitting on some rocks,

“ROCKING OUT,” I guess – (pause) Staring at a box,

Muttering (pause) Sighing (pause) LOOKING-in-the-AIR!

“How ya doing GOD?” I said, and GOD just seemed to stare,

MUTTERING-“What-AM-I-gonna do? Do – with ALL THIS STUFF?”

{And I just thought that God-was-throwing – me! some kind of BLUFF!}

“Well, what-did-you-do-LAST-TIME? with your BUILDING BLOCKS?”

“I can not remember!

I think I made some lox!

Or hawks – or – socks – or –

A BOBBLE-HEADED DOLL THAT TALKS!”

“Well! Go-ahead-and-do-something!”- (pause)

“BUT-I-DON’T-KNOW-HOW- TO-DO- AT-ALL!

Things-just-HAPPEN! Yes, they happen! THEN? I take THE FALL!

IF people get upset with things- I SAY: ‘I’M VERY SORRY!’

But-I-don’t-have-any-BLOODY CLUE; I’m simply on SAFARI!

STUFF! It DOES keep happening, but-it’s-happening-on-its-own!

THE GRASS GETS CUT AND TRIMMED AND GROWS – BUT NO ONE HERE IS MOWIN’!”

fin. <3