I stand atop an enormous mountain, far taller than Everest itself.

And speak but one thing which resonates perfectly for it is the truth.

And though I have but a tiny voice, few, if any, can hear... my words this day be mighty.

For they fall upon the starving masses who have long desired forbidden truths.

Like the Bells of Saint Christopher, it rings out, this little truth of mine - loud and clear - as if a clarion call to war.

Because it is the truth... something we have hardly known these past few millennia or so.

And so it gathers momentum as it rolls on down the line, gathering from all those who have been deceived, tormented, and left to die without succor or care, beneath the boot of the few who were morally corrupt enough to pave the way to the top - plowing over bodies of children and grandparents alike.

On, my little truth rolls, picking up all of the discarded truths that resonate just the same.  Each one just a tiny, seemingly insignificant thing.  But when viewed in total, amounts to a number far beyond counting...

And far far beyond counting - are the numbers of truths this one tiny drop collects, as it takes its natural course of least resistance.

On and on this momentous pile of hidden truths gives up its secrets.

On and on this little truth of mine resonates outward, constantly gathering more and more truths to its side, each one a voice someone else had silenced in their own vain pursuits.

One unimaginably tiny truth on top of another, on top of another.  Until eventually the mountain shrugs, and the avalanche falls...



Beware the Banshee, for the Banshee cries for you.

There is the Source, and there is that which is contained within the Source.

When you understand science, geometry, AND love - you get the keys to understanding this.

We, the proverbial Us... are moving forward.  Never backwards, no matter how backwards it may all seem.

Therefore, things that didn't matter before, now matter more than anything else... because that is the call of evolution.

The Purpose is, was, and will always be - the perfection of Our Soul.

Those infatuated with name, fame, money, or just the game - miss the point entirely.

Men like Alec Baldwin and Kevin Bacon sit on made-up thrones playing banjos and pretending to be one of Us.

And yet, we laugh at them in their faces, because they are still too much... them.

Them... the takers - the fakers, the ever-partakers, but rarely ever... the makers. 

Unless it's pretend.

Stroke.  Stroke.  Stroke.

We watch men like Alec Baldwin and Ben Afflek (however you spell his fucking name) fetishize their own eternal infancy, while at the same time publicly masturbating self-aggrandizement.

We see it all as vulgarity now. 

The endless boasting.  The endless ego-stroking.

And the endless victims of systematic kick-back-decisions.

Hollow men have done incredibly horrible things to our global society.

Their grooming has taken a devastating toll, that we can now clearly measure.  (Hindsight being what it is.)

And the truth is... these hollow men have done too much damage to be assimilated into Our future, into the societies We wish to live in.  For they are and will always be (so long as they remain entirely self- focused) a detriment to society as a whole.  Because they take more than they give, and they damage almost everything they touch. 

You see... in an advanced society there is simply no room for the unjust.

Therefore, they will not go forth with the rest of us to the next density at the time of harvest.

For We are the seeds that follow the bloom...

We, the children of Love.

And those that have stolen, leeched, and manipulated, in order to take more than their share - will finally know the meaning of the Emperor's new clothes.

For we don't now, nor never will again - idolize them. 

The greedy few.


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12/2/2024