If not tomorrow...soon

I don't know that anyone has ever read my blog. It may be that this posting gets some attention. I hope that anyone who needs my words in this time will find them.

The message channeled by Blossom Goodchild by the Federation of Light concerning a revelation by them to the people of earth:
http://www.blossomgoodchild.com/index.html?page=BGoct14_page4.html

Well, it is certainly a hopeful message. I, for one, believe that something will occur. She seems a lively and light spirit and likable even if you disbelieve her channeling.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6nfhIn6Rd0

As I discussed with friends during a game of frisbee golf (mountain style). The idea of a third party intervention in such a manner, prophesied on such a short and time-specific way, is like buying a powerball ticket. For the three or four days until the drawing, you can focus some pleasurable thought on what it would be like to have that one hundred million plus prize. Its a lot of fun thinking for a very small cost.

Whether or not anyone believes in what may occur is irrelevant. What is absolutely imperative is that we do shift our paradigm by driving fear out with love. If the aliens or multi-dimensional beings do show up, we must fill our hearts with love, for surely our minds have grown skeptical. There is nothing in the message that says not to eat breakfast or tend to your household or do your work. Or more importantly forgive your neighbor and hug everyone in practice and spirit.

If the message is just one more confusing signal that error has sent us, then it is equally important for us to do the very same. Drive fear out of our hearts with love. It's a cosmic win/win. Each of us has to let go of the scars of our pasts and embrace the love of NOW.

Here is another little poem I forgotten I had written. It was inspired by a carpenter (actually two). It deals with the frustration of the prophet.

I find no joy in being right;
It is in the LORD, I find delight.

It is my great hope for all of the creation that deception will no longer confound us, that fear will cease to control us. It is my hope that forgiveness will heal vindication, curiosity will overcome bias, acceptance reign over judgement. My fervent prayer is "Nearer my God to thee."

Before you look on youtube or in the Revelation according to John or in the Wall Street Journal or MSNBC or whichever liepump of choice you're familiar with, look into your own heart. Check yourself first, if you were an alien species with superior technology visiting earth, and you could read the very heart, the very intent of each and every man. If you had that power and felt that you were the overwhelmingly more evolved party and saw into your own human heart, what measure will be found? Would the inter-dimensional big brothers find love in your heart or a vault of cherished lies?

That is to say, do unto others as you would have them do unto you. This goes for governments with armies as well as those of us with less influence and more inspiration...

I received an email from a stranger in response to a post I made elsewhere regarding the "apparent suicide of Dr. Irvins" and his social worker, Jane Duley.

I was so encouraged that despite easily available information that the government claims the right to wiretap and data mine on it's own citizens, someone still offered me what appears to be honest support for my questions. I guess that's what it's all about.

Ephesians 5:11-17

Argument of zendeviant

Shine bright in darkening days
that heart may be opened, mind freed.

In prayer, no fear.
Fearless care only for truth
and cannot be threatened
by a lying jury.

Shining fearless meek
bear the hope of all,
fed by daily bread,
recognizing only in person.

Words to encourage and challenge are
sharpened and turned on authors.
The trickster turns hunger to starvation.
Truth finding love is our only salvation.

I feel a great sadness. No one is interested in justice anymore. I am surrounded by comfort and convienience seekers. Sheeples. Blue-pillers. Fucktards. Consumers.

Where are the other cowboys? The wanderers who are not lost?
When did truth take second seat to blame?

Prayer.

Well, in the nature of experimentation and communication, I am beginning this blog.

In the past, these rants may have found thier way to any number of different folks on my email list. Some of the guidelines that I set for myself there will govern my writing here: First do no harm. Hard to quantify how much harm words can do but harm they do. So no hostile, vicious words. If frustration and anger need be expressed, do so without attack.

Saying "I am angry about the way x affected y" is less incendiary than "xs are a stain upon human dignity, and ys have a right to reparation." Restraint is used to trivialize and segment negative energy. Think of speaking of evil in tight lipped, minimal ways. The devil gets enough due without using my flapping lips as a windmill.

But [big cheesy grin] let the converse be true. Shout out the good news. Use words like a teenage girl, in all the extremes and exclamations. OMG!!! Rejoice at the flower in the weeds, see the light inspite. Miracles occur, the world is changing at an increasing rate. As we are awed and thrilled by the sensations, let wisdom ask: where when and how does the ride end? Is it possible for those of us who are sick of it, to get off?

And back to the nature of the posts, the questions. Ask the questions--reframe the words and ask again. A question may push back the curtains on a closed mind. We are certainly (I at least am) programmed to want to find out answers.

I ask questions, sometimes to know about who answers what more than any linear factual myth. That is, if I ask you, then it is your answer, not the answer that I want. Varying perspectives hone our triangulation towards truth. It seems, so that universal objective truth can be partially revealled in quiet contemplation.

If I ask in general, question the cosmos, then those who step forward hearing become new harbingers, they can tell thier story and give thier answer. Or ask their questions.

My mornings are drenched in caffine and herbal intoxicants and my fingers fly some mornings as if they were piloted from above. Today I ask "Is the emperor wearing clothes?"