A War for Your Soul

A secret shared in the light is but a mystery still to the profane.Mental Prison

Most are drawn to the dark depths in the sea of the insane.

A war for their soul, many of them lost before they began to speak.

Soldiers of the matrix carrying bricks in the heat.

Building the very prison systems that imprisons their own kin.

They would rather love a lie, than seek the truth before they die.

Conspiracies fill their hollow brains, this is how they get high.

On their computers they build their own manufactured illusions.

Images of the profits of doom who lead them into hellish prisons.

They honor plastic actors they do not know on a plasma screen.

Rather than honoring their ancestors many holy deeds.

For without our ancestors, we would not be around.

In fact, you and I wouldn't be alive to make a sound.

A magnificent truth told today is but a lie to the walking dead.

They have lost touch with who they are, nothing else needs to be said...

The Immortal Fibonacci Love Spiral of Time and Space

Through the Fibonacci spirals of love we surf our creative sexual energy back through time and space to our heavenly homeland where we had met before.

Together we forever bind our soul's energies once again as one in the ethereal elements of the divine cosmos that will always be connected through the immortal love we have for one another.Symbols - The Sexual Fibonaci Spiral

When we calm our souls to unite with our creative spark we light the fire of the eons that are hidden within the hearts of each one of us.

Once dormant, we activate the true meaning of life in which we make beautiful music with our souls in this one hell of a world.

A powerful human chain that cannot be broken and is bound by a love that is stronger than any man-made steel or element found on earth and in hell.

For we are made of the heavens.

A spectacular display of divine star-dust incarnated as matter to feel the vibrations of our souls in the grasp of each others energies enveloped through the sands of time.

By Moe - This is dedicated to my beautiful wife, soul mate and best friend, Agricola. I learn so much from you every day. I'm blessed to be your husband.

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

I was your alleged Brother when we served together, but what happened now that I'm a civilian on where art thour brother
the street and homeless?

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

I was your Christian Brother in church. You said you were a man of God who would be there for me and my family because that is what Jesus would do. But when you found out I was poor, and ill,  you judged me unworthy of being your Brother and turned your back on me when I needed your help.

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

You said I was your Brother, and that you had my back. Anytime you called or needed me, I was there for you. But when I called and needed you, you were too busy and could not help.

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

I was your Brother when you needed a friend and a helping hand, but now that I need the same, where is your helping hand?

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

The Conqueror Worm

(By Edgar Allen Poe) -Conquerer Worm

Lo! ’t is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly—
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo! (more…)

Burning Valley of the Fallen Angels

mount hermon

Mount Hermon in Syria is along the 33rd parallel

This is the place, where in the Book of Enoch, the Nephilim fell

Mount Hermon formed the boundary of the dominions of the Ancient Israelites

Where the Sons of God, those who are awake, had begun their plight

The sons of God came in to the daughters of men, and they bore children to them

Divided into twelve tribes, afterwards into the kingdoms of Judah and Israel

A walk back in time into the Burning Valley of the “Fallen Angels” and the Seraphim

The burning ones have come to earth once more, we are here again

Holding the Caduceus of Hermes over all of humanity

In our hands we wield the secrets of immortality

As in the days of Noah, so it will be in the days of man

Enoch's angels return to our old homeland

 

To Burn a Different Light

Here is a great poem of light and hope that I'd like to share with you, by Gary Wenkle Smith - The Cedar House Tree of Life 2

I send this to you
With sadness
But with hope
That we will
No longer live
Inside the lie.

So easily it consumes—
That which we claim
Is our purpose
Is our reason
Is our cause—
With the fire of deceit.

Only if we unite—
To burn a different light
One that cleanses
With truth
With honor, and
With justice—
Will we survive this time.

Poem and Painting By GARY WENKLE SMITH - 2013

Painting was made for the Cedar House in San Bernardino.

Warrior’s Dawn

By Gary Wenkle SmithSpiritual warrior

Before the great light warms Mother Earth,
the Warrior rises.
Looking out to see the new day.
Ready for that which must come.
Knowing that which only a Warrior can know.

Sensing the presence of Great Souls.
The new day breaks.
The Warrior is prepared for the battle of the day.
Freedom for the Nations.
Gaia sends the wind into the soul of the Warrior.

Children of the land sing songs of love.
The soul of the Wolf roams free.
The Eagle sees all that moves.
The Bear is of immense strength.
The Freedom Warrior feeds from the light.

It is a Warrior's dawn.
Only a Warrior walks the land.
Love is everlasting.
I have seen these things.
I am a Warrior.

SOURCE: Gary Wenkle Smith 2000

The Scent of the Flower and Our Spirit

(By Jack Grisham- Author and Singer T.S.O.L.) - I guess if you were to find a simple explanation for the spirit you could call it the scent Jack Grishamof a flower; that essence that drifts away from the object in view and connects it with the world around--have you ever held a flower with no scent--beautiful, but something seems wrong.

The world is full of flowers, but not all of them connect...

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TSOL in the 80's punk movie 'Surburbia'

 

 

Bear-Gog-Lion: Prophecy of Pope Bergoglio

Russian_bearMy Brothers, this is the second beast of Revelation 13.

Prophecies in the making, Hidden Hand, the Pope voted in on Revelation 3:13 - 2013.

Caesar's bear out of the woods, and the Eastern light enters the dark catacombs of the Vatican lair.

Gog the Prince from the North, Tubal Cain, prepared to beat swords into plowshares.

A beast resembled a leopard, feet like a bear and a mouth like that of a lion.

The dragon who gave the beast his power and throne had said, "The lion of Judah hath prevailed."

 

Pyramid Complete

Money is energy.tower-of-babel pyramid dollar

Everything is a form of energy, can't I see?

To 'earn' money is to expend my energy that would be best spent on me.

Humans built the pyramids with their own cash; moving rocks ain't free.

The masters work behind the scenes, so the slaves cannot see.

Chasing the dollar, the next job or the next big thing.

I see where this is heading, they're going for the golden ring.

We the people are starting to feel like cheap two dollar hookers.

Our masters agree, the pyramid is built, no more need for all these workers.

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