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This total movement

This total feeling

This activity

Each touch

Each smile

Each sweep

Of the hand

Touching

Gen_erating,

Walking,

talking,

Each gathering

Of every thing

Around her,

Twigs

Plants

Flowers rocks

Every Ma_ter_ial

Of every plant

Touch feeling

Every object

Each is elec-tric

The electricity gathers

As she moves

touches

Constantly,

over her<

Birth

and before

Collecting

In her collector

Her bells and (w)OM_b

[OM

Home

Slash the fake W.]

As she Ma_tures

We see

This storage

As her attraction

and

Ma_turity

called ripeness

By men

Full

Budding.

Every Ma_ve

She Ma_kes

Is electric

And is thus

Seen felt

As A Ma_gic

No purppose

Of her own is needed

The very MA_ve_Ment

The very touching

The very MA_xing

The very Mi_xing

The very Ma_deling

The very gathering

Of the rocks

Of the flowers

Makes each

She touches,

Magical

The gathering

Of twigs

Becomes fire

The gathering shit

From cows

Becomes paper and shelac

Smeared dryed on

The floor and walls

The softest rain water

Becomes the sweet

Cleaner of clothes

She makes as if

by magic with her hands

they build since day one

She was born

She is carrying the gene_Ator

The gen_i_day

Of her 500,000

Babys (gen_e) in her bells.

(babies in her bells NOT eggs,

WE are Not chickens)

She is the Gen_I_

never resting always in

electric moment and

seen as total magic

(The correct name for the

dropping of the gene

into her womb

is the gen_i_day)

Even as this gen

Did not stick

Flowed out as red blood bleeding

Was read was rose

Was still El_Ect

The same seven billion billion

ft-lbs/sec

El_Lec_Tric as Mag_Gic

This is the Burning Bush

From witch all flows

Men fall on their belly

Terrorizing Fear to

Look lock lucky

Boo_Shhhh

We see a girl

She has a garden

A very big good

Garden

She plowed

Ferruled

And contoured

Herself

All seed planted

In rows she sees

The design

She makes The design

All this is

Her accomplishment

All at

The right times

The right places

The right senses

The right feelings

And the Garden grows

The total profusion

Of her garden

The corn

The sweet peas

The squash

all in its time

And its place

In rows

Now a Man

Comes to

Her garden

To see Her garden

All complete

And ripe

And so ready

In the late summer

Or fall,

She shows

Him each row

Each row of corn

Each line

And stance

Of sweet peas

The tomatoes

All-ripening

The potatoes

And snug

The vines

And valley contoured

Waiting

The time of fall

All this

She shows

To the man

She shows

Him the tomatoes

Then takes

Him strolling

Through the corn

Then sees

The many pumpkins

Ripening

One by one

He looks at all

In his

One track

One step

At a time

Logic

Mind.

He feels she

Is giving

This all

To him,

Herself thrown in

For the boot.

He looks,

He lacks,

He locks,

He gets lucky.

Listen to

The rhyme

Same as in science

He studies in school

He looks at

the one step at a time

Logic of science

And thinks He now

Has science

He now has knowledge

But has

Did not one

Thing of the science

He thinks He got science,

He got lucky,

Owns science.

He looks,

He locks,

He gets lucky

He thinks that is

All that there is.

No long hours

Of plowing

Long hard rows to hoe

Seeds to separate

And plant with care

And afore thought

Of the winters

And the harvest.

Men have never

Outgrow this,

He thinks that when

He is guided

Hand in hand

He thinks he has

Learnt it all

That he has it.

Stuck in logic

Locked in logic

Thinks he has untold riches

And Her,

Yet all he has is a map

And a picture

that leads

No-where,

Know-where,

Locked in a knot

Locked in the lucky.

And all he did was look.

He believes all this.

Belief slams him

Right in to his

Cross eyes reality

He Hi_G_H jacks

her Ma_jack,

He drags

Her Ma_jack

Through

The dregs

Of low_jac,

And thinks he is

jack Hi_G_H,

He plays

the fool on the jack (john)

He Now

got rey from Rey_G_EL

He Now

got lay from Lay_G_EL

He receives the gen

from the Gen_i

He got Rey_lay_gen

Re-linked

To a Knew Reality

Way_Layed

On the Tri_Vai_l

Raped into a Rapture

The Rapture of

Havin Heaven

Put away

The points

Put away

The point to point

All fake,

Equal fact

Equal fiction

We see the

Connecting points

Point to point

Is fake

A fabrication

A fiction

A fake connection

Imaginary

A dream

A trance

If we do follow

Point to point

This point

To point

This was the beginning

Of hollow facts,

Once the fake connection

Point to point

Was created

By the credit

Of retard Mind

Then came

Such as card games,

Such as books

Such as writing

Such as tarot

All a dream

Of the Logic

imitation trails

Down imaginary paths

Leading to know where

The logic of alphabets

The logic of numbers

All fake all a dream

A trance.

To break

Each boy

Or girl

Away from

What he or

She sees

2000 years

4000 years

Of this tracking

Point to point

Duh duh duh

All books

All linear scale

Such as religion

Such as psychology

All retardations

Of thought

Such as science

Science, to cut:

The cutting

In to points

To be divided

Each to separate science

The spoils of war

The looting of Our Minds.

The looting of

Our voice and sighs.

From science

Of psychology

Came

Such as additions

This causes that

A myth

And a line

Fake fact to fashion.

All such as these

Are of No value

Logic is

Of No value

Science is

Of No value

Psychology is sick

As well as No value

From the

Great dispensation

Of the Fake

New World Order

Comes the

Collateral damage

All science fails

All Logic fails

All thought fails

All signs fail

Even most Ma_Gic Fails

All Gods fall

Falling and fail

Is same word

Are different

Declensions of fall.

All ran by the Romans

What little survived

Of a trace of Romans

Catholics

Pretend Romans

With pretend

Latin

Rhinoceros Latin

As indicated by

Our courts

Of law to day

In America

Fake Roman law

Fake Roman Catholic

Law.

As Indicated by

Confessions

(Totally Catholic demand)

Then the law

Calls Us Felons

This is the

Catholic fallen

Then the triangleization

That ties it all

Being called a Criminal.

. Cinches the rape of America

As a war against

The White (you and me)

The main and decisive

Word for Whites

In Latin

Is "Criminal"

From the Crimea

The Cream of races

White as Milk

The Roman Courts

Convict you and me of

Being white

The only Crime

In America

Walk in to court

And you’re a white

|You and me are She (white)|

A Criminal

The Cream that

Rises to the Top

And must be controlled

And eliminated always

Next the invention

Of the cock-Asian race

Conveniently making Romans

And all west of

The Caucasian

Mountains White.

A big surprise

To the Old Romans

Who were proud

Of dark skin

And very jealous

Of the blond white girls

The Centurions brought home,

to be sexually

Squandered.

The terrific savagery

Of the whites

Woman and men

Fighting side by side

Naked against the

Romans.

Romans terrified by Whites,

Thus criminals

Even in the

Gladiator trails (trials),

The so called Latin words

Novus Ordo Secularum

Fake translation theses

Are English words

Translation to

Supposedly Latin

New world Order

Or such

In Latin Roman

They would have

said some thing

Quite different

The Romans never

Said what they meant,

Or meant what they said.

(Not that we do much better)

They would have never

Used Latinised English words

Or such to express

Such as this

In Fact

They had words

For the New.

The Senators were senile

And had to be replaced

Every Hundred years

Or so

By the iunior,

From whence

We get Union,

And Now the UN.

Same old Story

Yes His Story

The Story

That is a battery

Of words

A storage battery

That sear

Our minds

With meaning

Jump-start us

With a line.

Plus Roman (Latin) was

A sing-song language

You had to be

There

To Understand

Just what

Was being mentioned

Just as any Song

Even to this day.

Have to be there

To get that feeling

To feel the mood

To listen to the heart.

Just as the priest

Of Latin

The Catholics

Cath_O_Lics

Like a Cath.

Cath, an entrance

A general entrance

And Kot

The Kat

The Cut

Thus cut-lics

Scientists

The Sigh

The sythe

For all

These priests

Of Rhinoceros Latin,

Not able to

Translate

Ovid. In any sense

They could

Reasonably Under stand,

Ovid clearly sings

Of time when there was

Another sea

We would say Atmosphere

about a mile deep.

Perhaps

Much more maybe

Two miles deep,

Those that lived high

Could see

Those below swimming

And living their

separate lives.

Those on high

Could make a

Paper thin boat and

Travel on this

Sea of Air.

The high and low

Seldom mixed

Even the dinosaurs

Were down

On the lower.

Of course the

Catholic translators

Interpreted this all

As a flood

Although Ovid is very clear

Could see people

Things Living

Freely below,

But the stories

of the flood

Prevailed because

No one

could conceive or

Had seen the sea.

In exactly

same way

there is No sub_conscious

no out there

or deep in side Us

buried in the brain

sub_Butts

its all right here

in plain english breath

clear and with

each breath we take

the judge and Phycho_ogist

may call it subconscious

content

but its all

right there

in each breath

we take

clear as bells

her bells

Well of course the Illuminati

the boys. is disguise,

to the discust

of you and me.

Blew it all off. Dramatizing

Going to the Moon

One their special tricks

They have never ceased

Blame game meteor or aliens

+ Just as Now the Collateral

Damage of the

Illuminati is

ALL

Science

Religion

Phychology

All Logic

All Reason

All Reality

All meaning

All Royalty

All Money

All are being culled

Thinned out

With

The addictions to

Guilt

Shame

Hate

Fear

Desire

Revenge

The gigantic

Hoax of Reason

The invented metaphors

The similes

The likenesses

Arch-Types

AnaLogs

The symbols

Even the fake

Spellings of all

Same bowls

The priest

(Actually the

Generic Brother Bernard

Teching teaching (Tating)

the Students

Sleep at the desks

Entranced.

The wild Picts

And other such

Thye adverbs

Invented to break

The Spell of the

so called

Auguries

Descriptions of the peoples

Called pagans.

Descriptions

That tells in life

Of what is done,

But never exposed to others

Our own ways

Not of others

Points to Points

Build lines

Lines build symbols

Even likenesses

Draw lines

Then Draw pictures

Dramas, Draw_Ma

to tear us appart,

Alexis against Crystal

Then in adverbs

similes,

Line pictures (Drama)

Drama pictures

driven through time

called movies (shows)

Alphabets

Then languages,

Stories

The games of Poker

And Tarot,

Leading down

Point to points paths.

You have this,

You may expect

Such and such, all fake

All Hoaxes

All Jokes (same exact word)

All to coax

Us with the zap

Of the Electricity

Stored

in the Story

The Only way the male

Could gather

And store such.

Now we just saw the

Building of the Triangle

The Ma_jack of the Lines

Reduced to Low jack

But still

Transparent to Rhyme.

Yet that is not the end

There is a picture,

Some see the picture

As the scales of Justice

These people are the

One step at a time,

Locked in logic,

Those see the scales

The duels

The war of Balances

The scales of Justice

So forth so on.

These people are the

So called illuminati,

the He_Gal_lians

All She males

All Ma’son.

All looking for that

Degree of the gray matter,

The gray Mother.

Their wars and trials

Of good and bad,

Up and down,

Left and right,

Retarded for ever

Stuck in the

Cuffs of mental

Logic.

Mom was right

So they are wrong,

Wrong as you see is

Not even a English word.

The Illuminati

The Jesuits

The politicians

The lawyers,

All Scientists

All Psychologists

All Blinded by the Light

Can’t see,

(find, only girls can

find fun fund: remember)

the way out of

heaven

Show by the Picture

Of the Triangle

LIBRA LABOR LIBERTY

There are No scales

There is no balance

Just Us down on the level

And all Them Above

All so Blinded

By the Light of their Own Horizon

Now once again

See the Triangle,

See the listing side

WE can move up

With Libra's help.

She gives us the slope.

She is the slope.

We move to the Point

On top

That is heaven

That is light

Takes mighty labor

To reach that place.

Then once WE Mind

Have reached and heaven

We are liberated

And go on back

Down to the level

Or as Watt calls it the Liv_El

The Liven, the Liven.

Liberated by labor and Libra

Left our habits in Heaven

Our Have its gone

But wait

WE have some thing

with Us Now

We have went

Go get got

We are now with get

To start our begetting

The begotten of Liberty

No continual fighting

Of left and right

High and low

Good and bad

That cripples

The blinded Illuminati.

The Hand wringers

Seen as always washing

Hands

The bloodstain hands

And fingers,

Tangled in despair

Hand winging

Wars

Wishing they could

Break the cuffs of Logic

Crying on the Mountain

So forlorn,

Never to escape

From heaven

The Lonely seeing

One eye Dea at a time

Never to see the Mighty

Peacock and

Her tails of Tails

Of Us Eyes everywhere

Seeing thence

Listening to the

Spell of our Ideas.

Now do this right Now

Place Your hand over

One eye

Look across the Room

See every thing clearly

See the bookcase over

Against the Wall,

Now with that hand

Over your eye

Pick out a path

Across the room,

Step here then step

Around the center table

Step right on again

Step over to the

End table stepping

Around or over the cat,

So comfy and snug

You got the path

Picked out

And all memorized

Just how to get

To the book

With out falling

Over the center table

Or disturbing the cat.

Now take your hand

Off Your Eye,

Now see the

startling clarity

Of the path over

To the book.

No need to plan

Out any path

No memorizations

Just get up and

Go right over so clear

So easy

So quick and simple.

No need for the logic

No need for the reason

No need for the science

No need for the Psychologies

No need for many realities

no need for Law

No need for

The bickering lawyers

No need for rules (rules)

No need for Kings (the High jacks)

No need for Schools (the Low jacks)

We have Ma_jack

Libra labor liberty

(So Alan Watt

was right

lev_EL

is liv_el)

Thence living is Libra,

Through labor to Liberty.

And of course

Birth is through

Labor and The Tri_Via_EL,

This is the

Birth into Liberty.

The living to

Stay out of the Library

Away from books

The movies

The Dictionaries

The Histories

Storage batteries

To sizzle Your Mind

As you read the red

Rotten words

No meaning needs

enter here

No Sun Logic

That Science Built,

The Sun calendar

That describes Time so eloquently.

Yet Science

Sees the sun

approach a place

On this picture

Calendar.

And proclaims

the movement

of the sun

To a point on this Calendar

has caused the spring,

The Rose to Bloom,

We to fall in love,

With such as this.

(Remember Tolstoy

And the Peasant

And the smoke pushing

The train)



Whence comes this Liv_El

down on the level?

Whence

Comes this drop of water

That becomes a

Billion billon drops?

Whence comes

the blade of grass

That becomes

A billion billion

Blades of grass?

Gigantic pastures

For you, me,

and all Liven

Where comes this Liven?

That lives so freely

Allover

Down on the level?

Well that is still in

The Triangle

in the Cross roads

The vow_vow

When it rains

it pours Vow_vow

Straight from Libra

To Us on the level.

El_Eva,

Three

Parts

Of the Trivail

Are clear now,

Not partners.

Girls, Got it?

I will give You One clue

The Girls

Are not gods

Never erect

Anything,

Never hideout

On high

Never of beauty

(bee uti),

use, utility

bee augury.

Never hidden

Always talking

All moaning

Her Moans

Always sighing

Her Sigh_Ns

Always ringing Her bells

Always El_Ect_Ric

Rich in all,

Ma_Gic.

Of Ma_jack

The Uninslurpable

MA_EL

MA_AN

Ma_ASS_Q_Li_Ne

MA_Ind

MA_SIGH_AH

She Breathes

on You and I

as You and I

Cry_Isis

Remember MA_ASS is energy

Condensed, Compressed

Over time.

But has to be gathered

Generated

Never resting

The bubble up of

One life

All ways a

Billion billion

Lives bubble.

MA_NA

the color

of her touch

the smell

of her breath

the feeling

tangled in her_moans

make the gold of liven

the downpour

of her breath(Hormones)

the touches,feelings, breath

all ma_jack of the sign_N

of the Liven,

the Li_verated

always electric.

Her Glamour.

She,

Gla (glance)

Ma_Hor

Even A_Ma_Hor

>

"We are the mirrors
of that mission.
The University
of Alaska Fairbanks
is not a campus,
institution,
or colection
of colleges
- its you its me,
it is passion
and ingagement,
its our reflection,
illuminating
in many
directions."



See the above

words

So beautiful

so pretty

so special

so total emotional

so reminisent

of

"We The People"

See how the

you-and-me

are mirrored

by the University.

this is the sealing

of our energy,

our breath,

and the things done.

scaring much of She

This is always

how the Coporation

the illuminati,

our corpourate church

Still calling it

Mirroring.

This also reflects

the breath

of the sounds Ma_Hor

giving Us

Breath sigh_N

of Hor_Image

Ma_image

extended thence

to My_image

Mire_Hor

The Lev_EL Mire_Hor

The cod in the

mire

gold_fish

fish_Us

Cause of course

We (You and Me)

Are She.

Drop all intelligence

Drop all Brain

Drop all logic thought

Especially

Drop all passive

discriptions

of your self

by others.

The brain

being invented

right after sex

was invented.

Drop all argury

each argury

forces You and Me

into passivity.

Sheep-goat augury

of the Hebrew

Chicken (bird) augury

eagle

of the Romans,

Ant augury

(watch the ants

each acts

as it is the one building

the hill, alone)

this

DemoCracy

of the greeks;

each will be sigh_n

in as We need

Horse aurgury

of the Arabs

bee aurgury

Egyptians

Demonstrated well

by Alan Watt's

Talks.

Being busy buzzing

The being helper verbs

Above and below

Humin being

so on.

Fire augury

Flag slash and burn

All augury

is of the

so called males

the boys

the boys

the boys boys boys

hi_jac the ma_El

from Ma

of course,

girls never need

or use augury

Augury:

Take a proplem

to solve,

transfer

the proplem

to a different

set

solve the proplem

in that set

then transfer the solution

back to the original

situation.

All Augury is fake

All such

as math

is fake.

Yes math

is Augury

all Augury

all math is fake

fake equal fact

both in the realm

of reality.

Both fact and fiction

Yet each exists.

are man_U fac_tured

of Royality

in reality

One of Us

down on the Lev_El

Sees that the newborn

chick just hatched

runs

from the shadow

and Hides

of the hand that passes

between it (the chick)

and the light source

(The light)

this I_Dea (eye_Dea)

is passed Up to the High_Den

Him_on_Hi_G_H

Then its passed

back down

to Us on the level

as a law

All law

All Science

Thus starts

as an Obsevation

down on the level

by you and Me

All Law is thus

Augury

The church

and Education

trys to dis-spell

this by denighing

augury

and breaking

it down

to many pretend componates

Such as

logic,

similes,

analogs,

symbols,

likenesses, even

metaphores

all fake

discriptions invented.

even the Archtypes

and Para-dynes (pair-a-dice)

(moving dice)

dic, of couse

the script

thence the moving

over the land.

given to you and Me

to spell out logic

and science,

and such as Law

with Our Sweet Breath

The extreme pretend

of those minds

Parables (pair of bowls,

ripple that in one

is seen rippleing

in the other

always the fake

is seen)

Then take

Allegory,

take it far away

bury it

it is pure shit

of mind

Yet even the co-in_ci_den ces

rigged as are the

syncronistic events

that rise

all Tat_To

you and Me

through the

lookie

lu_ky

lu_ce

lu_cky,

the seeing of the Lu_

the lum_

the li_GH_T,

so lucky to look

at the illumined.

This is the

so called

Dumbing Down

of you and me

the Throwing

you and me

into a role

of passivity.

All science

all religion

all Phychologys

cut you and me down.

You and me

have to die

to join

to become

a member

of these

groups

(born again)


and school near dead.

School the latin

for lazy.

But of course You and me

are not passive

on any respect

you and me

entered

School in full conscious

to get our

sheep skins (diplomas)

our manners

our PhDs.

Perhaps some

of you and me

did not

make in through

in full conscious

but in

full active mode

you and me

did all this.

You and me

have the reality

of the Royality

the sunday

go_to_meeting

clothes

we always

remove at the door

as we come home.

you and me

keep these suits

sparkling

in our closet of Chests

but sparkle

you and me do

when you and me

go out

into reality.

Sparkle

She does

when She moves

in reality

The SunFlower Field

Look for the action

the verb is that,

action

The Field that

Flows from the Sun,

that field is a

Electro/Magnegtic

field,

And the sunflowr

grows in the actual

Field the Ground.

That ground is

necessary for

the perfect grounds

for protection,

So the E/M field

flows to the

Field ground

createing

A field.

That field

Is You and Me,

We are the

SunFlower Field.

The Sun's

Electromagnetic

Fire (force)

flows

to the ground

To complete

the circut.

We are that

Electro/Magnetic

Bolt.

that lightning

That spark

of electricity

You and I are

That Thunder bolt

The sunflower

on the ground

in a field,

Sunflowers grow

with heads

as big as Ours

this is respect

The flowing

Sun light field

creates an image

of Its self

here on the

ground

The

Sunflower

In the Field

The High Jacking

Of Ma_ Ann

from the Ma_outh

Of Ma_ther

I listen to

The Ma_ter

as I tred on

The Ma_tress

That is Her

And Her Fa_Ma_lei

About the

Hi_jacking Of Her

Ma_terial

And Her

Ability

To use Her hands

Ma_nu

her Ma_nu_facture

of all

feeling

washing

touching

Carring

Careing

Laceing

Gen_erating

By her Hands

She Ma_ves Me

To listen again

To her sounds

Her singing

Her sighing

Her sign

And Show

it to all

On th Ma_T

The boys

The Ma_sons

Have Hi_Jacked

Her titles

Ma_Ann

Ma_El

Ma_ass

Ma_Aster

Ma-Ass_Que_Line

Ma_gra_stra

her Mo_tor

Her heart beat

Her moan of

her Moon face

setting her

moods

As a Mo_del

to Us on the

Level with

You and Me!

*****

There is

In excess of

131 forms of

Mother (Ma_)

The

E_duc_ation_el

Surpressed

declensions

And case forms

Of Our White

breath

Overlaid

with meaning, as

The English

Language

*****

"These fools

Know nothing.

While they

Despise

Your breath,

And would

Stop it

For ever

And ever,

In you

Or in a hundred

like you rather

Than in one

Of their

Own horses or dogs,

They

Only know

What

Your breath

Tells them.

Let it

Deceive them,

Then,

A Little longer;

It cannot

Deceive them

Too much."

Chapter 15

Knitting

Charles Dickens

"A Tale 0f Two Cities"

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This site is dedicated to Bette Midler

poet among poets

She dared breach the beaches.

She shows Us not just to hear her words ,

but to listen to her bells