On this day so many years ago,
I remember
An anniversary of sadness and of joy,
The birth of one who made me,
The death of one who made me.
It matters not,
For the day is no different
From any other September,
Tinged in cold joy.
Inhale, you who remain, inhale.
Filed under: climate change
What we think, or what we know, or what we believe is, in the end of little consequence. The only consequence is what we do, from this moment in time.
A little history lesson of how any form of illusionary tokens that mankind uses to steal anothers labour, really matters as to a post facto upon their own labour, all that came before and all that follow will see the same continum, if one takes what ever the fat controllers give you in anothers name or soul.
http://www.theamericanconservative.com/articles/inflating-war/
Such off shore interventions can only be, if one funds this paticular paradigm with your labour and with your new born…. So with new licence and with historical teachings to what has been done with their forefathers souls, empower yourselves with true knowledge that they might not repeat the same mistakes again and again.
There are influentials in the annals of power today, who now look to cut our losses, not theirs, the whole planet is farmed out and enslaved to another for its very survival, its a numbers game, where one sits upon this smorgers board and does nothing, will in the future make a big difference as to what happens to yours futures.
What you know and what you can do in house with hands that do their own dishes, is what will empower your whole. In a whole that Huxley once called his, Brave New World, IE, and today A United Nations Paradigm, with callers and shakers like Barosso steering the group towards a group who are the Mr Biggs with huge baggs of someone elses labours, start counting the souls within.
Double RR Double SS.
Variety ,not united, is the natural course to a greater freedom for a majority stability, the way to start that freedom is to re-skill, on your own terms and for your own needs, because we are officially on our own, nobody is listening to us, nor working for us any more, the leaders are themselves slaves in continum.
Wheather the weather be good or be bad, the waether will chase the farmers lad.