The commitment to dreariness will never end.
So it appears, yet end, it will.
We are preoccupied with the external; Hot Potatoes
We will not stop, we will not heed the obvious. Our value systems are just that “Value Systems”, designed to designate value in titles of preoccupation where there is in truth no value whatsoever.
We embolden the missions, we complicate the issues, bury truth. Bury truth. One humongous distraction. And no one dares to heed the warning. The unmasking.
We have built so much, invested so much so that we finally end up at the slippery slope;
and down we go…..
Look at the fabric of humanity, one tug here serves another tug there, and the rip is the product of the tug, and then Sinatra sings; “That’s Life” My, my….
We’re connected in the big lie, the big doom, merely an ocean of drowning ants, swirling water of drowning ants. Tsunamis of lies purveyed as truths, resulting in the heaping of ants upon ants who then conspire further with further admixture to reinvent lies.
And we’re so afraid of what we intuit as truth, holding on for dear life to the fiction, trading reality for the fiction, giggling, ha ha-ing, as we move on. As we move on.
We strive to cheat death. To turn it into something of glory. In fact death itself is our driving source. Our inspiration for falsehood is death. Duality always joins the party to inspirit our laughter to inspirit our contradiction.
If we could only be real.
Some one started the lie long ago and we proceed to the cliff’s edge, pushing, laughing while we take what we can ere the minutes recline in deception processed, proceeding from the monarch Death.
Dualistically, it is embracing the truth concerning death which will rescue us.
Yet this is the very truth which in fear we nay say of; You killjoy stop talking about such negative things, “Think Positive”, worship the god of positivity. Do as we do.
The symbols are rampant, look around, look around……
The dollar bill is funded by nothing.
Yes, the above is the major astronomical statement depicting our times. Depicting humanity in its quest for value to Counter the truth, to counter the obvious; Humankind is in need of Value……
The Psychologist will step forward and place his name next to something cute, something of a moral purveyed by the “religious” entity, something inoffensive. Yet he must pronounce Maranatha those things which in turn pronounce Maranatha the fiction which he heralds with much pomp……..
The analyst remains preoccupied with the external evidences, acts, actions depicted, mere demonstrations of the ails, the language spoken by the ruination within, and thus it is by these innate manifestations that the analyst gets played, gets played……..
Due to the inherent ail, it is that mankind must strive, must build his individual tower of Babel, thus pronouncing it as his bid, his bid for the Value absented within.
What lies below the water, what drowns below the water, don’t ask, don’t ask. Worship the superficial instead, what lies at the surface is all that counts; Fame, I’m gonna live forever. I’m gonna learn how to fly (while opportunity flies)…..
Remember my name….
Life is not as complex as we need to make it appear that we might appear to possess a semblance, is all we want, the semblance of value…..
I can be contacted in the comments below or at; email@example.com or messaged on face book as Miguel Angel Oquendo (of Huachuca City, Az.) also…..
Also these very reliable men might be near your area; Reverend Angel L. Oquendo (my Brother) at MinisterioAPG (Pembroke Pines Florida) on face book (Spanish and English), or Reverend Bob Schembre on face book also (Missouri).