posted 10-26-2002 08:40 AM            

Although I look with clouded vision
on a stormy atmosphere
resources of the world are diminishing
where do we go from here?
Terror is not the answer,
though it is a shame to see.

Those promises of a major investment
from companies with much to gain
violent demonstrations,it's all happening again
Iknow a dozen reasons
they are not hard to find
that illusive answer
it lies within your mind.

posted 10-28-2002 08:49 PM            

if perhaps each and every human being were totally honest and "humane"
from the school kids who gather around while the bully beats the weakling
to the walmart shopper who cares not what happens as long~
as they get a deal on the latest "stuff"
the "military" afraid to rock the boat
when mutany is long over~due
took an oath to defend the nations constitution
as did the non representative ~REPRESENTATIVES~
gaining more comfort factorz and re election credits
too afraid their plane might also crash
to say aloud the truth





a nation of fraidy cats
oh woe as me~ it might hurt my popularity
if i noticed some profit taking misfit
was running the earth~CAR.LIE~La rovE Ol LIE ing door of lieing stealing low lifes
posing as your government

lessor pests once stirred this nation
an unjust tax upon tea
for instance

posted 10-28-2002 08:59 PM            

"it's not my responcibility"
"i can't change it"
"perhaps the green party will"
"i'll just send off 25$ to a good cause"
"there all better now~ my conciouse is salved"
and my soul is safely
[dead]



don't think so low

posted 10-29-2002 09:21 PM            

"No, I'm not for sainthood. I'm going to be a boulder-pusher.
There's a great black mountain. It's human stupidity. There are a group of people who push a boulder up the mountain. When they've got a few feet up, there's a war, or the wrong sort of revolution, and the boulder rolls down - not to the bottom, it always manages to end a few inches higher than when it started. So the group of people put their shoulders to the boulder and start pushing again. Meanwhile, at the top of the mountain stand a few great men. Sometimes they look down and nod and say: Good, the boulder-pushers are still on duty. But meanwhile they are meditating about the nature of space, or what it will be like when the world is full of people who don't hate and fear and murder."

These words, spoken by a character in a Doris Lessing novel, are wonderfully evocative of the lives of so many of us. After all, our little planet contains extensive networks of entirely different varieties of human motives, both far worse and far better than we can easily imagine. And one of the more useful ones is the realm of the quietly trudging boulder-pushers. This relatively unglamorous yet immensely worthwhile zone is composed of all of us who quietly and actively push against the grain of the ruling stupidities in our poor suffering world.

We have rejected the lure of involvement in worldly greed, lies, and crookedness as best we can, despite the fact that this is far more easily wished for than accomplished. We have no such grandiose ambitions as sainthood. But we can relate very well to being members of the brotherhood and sisterhood of slogging away, shoving that moldy old boulder uphill. And when the news is very bad, and getting worse, and that huge rock teeters and starts to rush back down once more, we are the ones who most sharply feel the grief of failure.

Boulder-pushers can be discovered rising to the occasion in every color, race, creed and nationality, and in every kind of work. Everywhere and in everything, official accepted insanity is methodically geared to grinding the sane humanity out of human beings. Everywhere and in everything, those who fight this are here also, pushing back against the enormous dreary boulder of entrenched stupidity. We cannot be distinguished by mere appearances or social roles, yet invariably we recognize one another through our standard operating equipment: the dedicated boulder-pusher's inner radar detector. Day after week after month after year after decade, we keep on struggling, together-at-a-distance, to shove that dangerous ancient rock back up the same old precipitous mountain.

Boulder-pushers are known by persistence, and almost always by an excellent, and occasionally very strange, sense of humor. (We can often be spotted by a finely-tuned taste in sarcastic political cartoons.) We are sociable, festive, solitary, melancholy, good-humored, depressed, manic, peaceable and volatile. We are every type and no special type at all. We are bursting with energy and health, and so sick we are barely hanging on. We are talkative and taciturn, extraordinary lonely, and open to the deep joys of companionship. Mostly we just work very hard, at whatever it is we are being and doing about that boulder. We are seldom to be found lying around vacationing at its foot, though occasionally we do that too. Mostly we just heave ho and heave to. We get so tired we can sometimes be found draped across our portion of the boulder, sound asleep in broad daylight. We know too well that this rock is real, and made up of all the ignorance of all the people who will never even understand it is there. We understand that this heavy stone, as long as it exists at all, will be hanging around- and hanging around all our necks. And that it is continually threatening to roll back down too far and crush us, boulder-pushers and boulder-builders alike, once and for all. Our endless jokes about this absurdly terrible predicament are one of the great wonders of the human race.

Look around. We are ordinary people, doing extraordinary things. We are resolutely transmitting light in the darkness, however modest our wattage. We teach, rant, cajole, hector, lecture, and employ sweet reasonableness to its maximum capacity. We write and talk and listen and learn all we can. We pray and meditate and stay connected one way or another to the source of all goodness and truth in life. We keep our minds open, even when that means we sometimes have to take a crowbar to our own prejudices. We do our own thinking, and don't take anything from any authority at face value. We prod and poke and pester the powers that be, because they so richly deserve and require it. We investigate and castigate abundant abuses, large and small, local and global. At our own expense, we do crucial research in the context of endless illegal governmental, military and corporate secrecy. In a system built on denial, we deny the power of denial itself. We find, finesse, and force truth to emerge from world-size institutional lies.

We have not been devoured alive by stupidity's hypnotic media machine. We use our own perceptions, and fully engage our own heads, hearts, and hands in daily life. We are not passivists, but activists. We create, nourish, tend, and shore up all that is beautiful and healthy and loving. We will die to keep the spirit of freedom alive in the human race if we have to- but we would rather live by it and for it. We share knowledge, materials, and insights. We pay attention: we keep watch and we keep honest records. We keep the unfortunately necessary running commentaries going on the differences between wisdom and stark raving lunacy. We keep websites going under impossible conditions. We take the time to keep critical information flowing at a time when time goes so fast it barely exists. We are good to our families, to our friends, and to strangers when we can be. We care about the bodies and souls of other human beings as well as our own. We know what to forgive and forget, and what to keep after.

Mostly we never think about any of this. We're far too busy or too tired or too grubby or too concentrated on the next step to look around and reflect on what we are doing. It is just who we are and what we do. This is what we did yesterday, and today, and what we will do tomorrow. We know that that giant stone of stupidity is going to be there, requiring our daily push, for a very long time to come. We are, naturally, occasionally flattened by the very thought.

We are the boulder-pushers of the present, the spiritual sons and daughters of all previous generations of boulder-pushers, and the spiritual fathers and mothers of the boulder-pushers to come. Some of us don't even believe that efforts to destroy human ignorance will ever have an end. We think that boulder pushing is the natural activity of all those who care about the human species, and that it is more or less eternal. We do it anyway, without fear and without much hope, just because it is the right thing to do. Others of us believe that some day, some day much too far away even to imagine very well, this particular boulder really will finally arrive at the top of the mountain. We refused to be permanently depressed by the spectacle of the dangerous, degenerate and collapsing form of yet one more temporary contemporary civilization. The thought of centuries of hard labor does not prevent us from getting up in the morning and lending a hand to the day's push. Some eon or other, we believe that boulder really will stop falling backward. We believe that a distant generation of boulder-pushers will at last succeed in heaving that boulder over the final hump. It will finally just rock back and forth a little, shiver slightly, and become still. And then it will begin slowly to crumble to dust.

It's only a matter of time."

posted 10-30-2002 07:45 PM            

http://www.indymedia.org

posted 10-30-2002 10:17 PM            

AFGAN HEROIN
RUINED ECONOMY
IRAQ WAR
POPULATION CONTROL
MIND CONTROL
CASHLESS SOCIETY
ALL SEEING EYE

posted 10-31-2002 12:21 AM            

'When the Moon obscures the sky with profound darkness Her brother (the sun) shall cover with rusty colour The great one hidden for a long time in darkness (obscurity) Shall soak his sword in the rain of blood'

In the year 1999, and seven months will come the great King of Terror. He will bring back to life the King of the Mongols (the antichrist) Before and after Mars reigns happily.

When twenty years of the Moon's reign have passed, another will take up his reign for seven thousand years.'

'twenty seven years shall his war last; the unbelievers are dead, captive, exiled; with blood, human bodies, water and red hail covering the earth.,

'At the great battle of Armageddon Shall join the crusade through rows totally attached The pertanious army of God against the army of the evil Serpent The Dragon shall be loosened on October third'

'Under a hostile and Babylonian climate So great shall be the effusion of blood Injustice shall reign on land, sea, air, sky Cults, famine, kingdoms, plagues, and confusion '

'When the Harlot by Divine Justice shall be covered Under her splendour, occult shall be formed Divine Justice by fire shall expose them Through resounding wars they shall be put amidst affronts'

'A horrible war the West shall prepare One year following shall come the pestilence So terrible that the young, old, nor beast shall avoid

When both are well, Occidental and Oriental Both are abundant, their ruins are approaching.......

posted 10-31-2002 10:06 PM            

well there mech
it seems revelation says something similar
yet we here now continue to strive as if
normalicy were somehow in command

moving major mountains of faith aside
the un noticed alters the playing field
so up is down while no one notices
the change

oh i have called it ~saTan~ INK.
others have lept to itZ defence
yet some seem to keep its pulse
and report its state of mynd

gobbly goop to most these reverb er ationZ
portend action in the netherword
above most con~cia~ tia nouse~~~~~~~~~~~~
fentanyl airisolized
for the world
everyone gets it

dont give up the secret of 4 ounces in 2000 pounds
but as this is a direvitive isomer
much improved

oh go to sleep and pay your taxes
brush (bush Ovf) those webZ
and carry on
fear the ULTIME~ate disease
it eats your time
consumes your mind
and leads nowhere

so we grow where no human has had to grow before
we change our minds

posted 10-31-2002 10:25 PM            

yet life everlasting awaites
all around for those
who see ahead
and look behind
under over sideways benieth through and beyond

posted 11-02-2002 08:59 PM            

"---And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse,
and he that sat upon him was called faithful and true, and in rightousness he Judges and makes War.
His eyes were like a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns, and he had a name written that no man knew but himself.
And he was clothed with garments that were dripped in blood, and his name is called the Word of God.
...And out of his mouth issued a sharp sword that with it he should smite the nations, and that he should rule them with a Rod of Iron;
and he treads the winepress of the fury and the wrath of God.---"

http://www.swordofjustice.tv/

posted 11-03-2002 09:41 PM            

\make no mistake and perhapz reread
the speeling hear is correct
the in ter P
non be life
is the problem
NSA~ you have to get a grasp ASAP

posted 11-04-2002 12:54 AM            

silent your cross the skyes
with dots and dashes
you hom landz sequirtyZ tellerz them where
to drop the linz and GPS
the X isz lied
GWB enabled as if in the
disneyland
he said
"my feler ameericanz"
we are nought yet chineserz
but wonece we homogalize great profitz

tropming across bo;ldling sdtomping
our bootz leaving traX
upon the earth and the sky
no little shitz left to quibble
the gloryiouse sunset shall be ourz

yet in the way is the small remnant
of conciouseness awareness hindering
the finale plan
what shall we do but shove on

prOblematik creational universe
poor satanik INC.

soorrry babie~ should have dubbed it
shunkie matik INC
its all the same