This is it:
Not the best pictures in the world, but, at least I did take a few.
This is it:
Not the best pictures in the world, but, at least I did take a few.
The morning sun shone through the rift of the blinds one morning, and my semi-conscious mind must have processed the red-eyelid-grid it saw as the fret-board of a cosmic stringed instrument. I began hearing the most beautiful music I have ever heard, as my mind’s eye watched each glistening sun-ray pluck the strings. I remember being astonished by its dexterity, and melodic perfection. Upon awakening, I tried to duplicate the notes I had heard, and saw, on my guitar—If only I could remember them note for note.— From what little I was able to remember, and attempt to simulate on the fret-board, the notes seemed impossible to play in one key. Almost as if each note came from one of the 24 individual keys of the musical spectrum. It totally seemed to of been an impossible dream— But, what if all dreams came true? I thought, and then it was gone…
I was standing on a sea-shore, in some far away place beyond the familiar sea, where nothing looked real, or resonated with me. There were neon colors, and bird-like creatures. Lifelike, but surreal. I perceived them with all 5 senses at once. I felt, tasted, heard, smelled, and saw them — from one sense of awareness — at once. I wanted to talk to them, so I tried to open my mouth, instead my eyes opened. And I awakened. It was over… What if all dreams came true?
I heard the phone ring as I was walking in through a large glass door leading to a hallway between two rows of desks occupied by dogs with huge human like grins, when suddenly one of them leaped out at me and said… “You Won The Lottery” — But, then, of course, I woke up.
I dreamed I was in a terrible hurricane, worse than any of the ones I’ve experienced first hand on the Carolina coast. It was terrifying. Water started moving in beneath my feet, and gradually rose to the level of my chin. Suddenly, a tidal wave came crashing over me, the town, and everyone, and everything, as far as I could see. And, then I woke up — But, what if every dream really did come true? Or. What if some really are warnings? What if we knew that every dream would come true? What If every dream did come true?
Grinning Dog ?
Clouds rolling, fishing boats trolling, no one hurries, no worries.
Why would they?
Just another week before, times so oft seen ashore – Hurricane
Seas at calm, humidity and balm, casting nets, no one frets-
And why should they?
Three days still ahead, winds blustery, no imminent dread – Hurricane
Some boats docking, nothing shocking, tides ebb and flow as always.
And why shouldn’t they?
Two days out, growing swells, winds blow wet, fishy smells – Hurricane
Batten down the hatches, ply-wood patches, windows X’ed, and boarded.
Just another day.
Sea walls breach, waters roll in, cars flood the bridge again – Hurricane
Red sky morning, a sailors warning, fishing pier nearly covered.
Will it hold?
Windows smashing, palm trees lashing, bridges crashing – Hurricane
Houses falling, winds a squalling, power shorted, beach aborted—
Where are they?
People missing, windows hissing, trees falling, rivers mauling – Hurricane
Pier is gone, squeals and moans, rip-tides ravaging main street.
When will it end?
Skies darken, as the sea resides, no where left on earth to hide-Hurricane
Barometric vacuum steals breath from lungs, too late now no-where to run.
Forty-foot wall of deadly force, headed inland with no remorse-Hurricane
Sudden blast of horrendous sound, no-one to hear it, there is no –
With all this talk of secret societies, shadow governments, world domination, mind and population control, —on and on, it can be completely overwhelming trying to absorb it all. Heaven forbid trying to make sense of it all. Especially if one has no prior personal studies in these areas. It’s imperative to have the inspiritment of something, or someone larger than a dark world bent on acquiring, practicing, and hiding such “secretive” knowledge for one to possibly come to grips with it all.
This is why many choose to ignore the obvious, writing every mention of such things off as conspiracy theories, conjecture, or fairy-tales.
Ultimately, rather than allowing themselves to become frightened, or overwhelmed by something they don’t understand, and refusing to address such things as the important social issues they clearly are, many will never come to know true peace.
I’ve wondered, and sought understanding about such things as “Secret” Societies, The End of the Age, and the potential imminence of a so-called—“New World Order,”— for many years.
Honestly, they aren’t so secretive.
It’s said that George Bush senior was the first world-renowned political figure to coin, or reiterate the (Biblically Prophetic Term) “New World Order” when addressing the world, and nation, at the end of the cold war on January 16, 1991.
The fact is,.. Though not termed as such, Woodrow Wilson revealed he was very aware of said “Secret Societies,” holding shadowed office’s of domineering prominence, and principalities, over all nations, and governments, just before instituting the 12 “Federal Reserve Bank System” that took monetary control over the world, back in 1913.
“Since I entered politics, I have chiefly had men’s views confided to me privately. Some of the biggest men in the U. S., in the field of commerce and manufacturing, are afraid of somebody, are afraid of something. They know that there is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, so interlocked, so complete, so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it.” “Woodrow Wilson”
The Bible also clearly foretells such events, entities, and societies, in many places. Probably most notably in this ensuing verse:
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
This isn’t to say that all so-called “secret societies” are evil. Nor am I inferring the Bible is the only revealing source on such matters. Still and all, the Old Testament is irrefutably one of the most trusted, authoritative, repositories regarding historical events.
Historians from religious, secular, and academic circles, have relied on its chronological continuum for thousands of years, and many agree on its veracity of events, if not total historical accuracy of man’s existence. Among those relying on the Holy Bible, regardless of what their personal, or, collective agendas may be…are “Secret Societies.”
Noun… in the modern English vernacular = The study of the supernatural, or, collective supernatural forces, Mysticism etc.
Adjective… Secret, Hidden, Forbidden
“The study of supernatural knowledge, hidden from the senses and intellect, kept secret from man, and forbidden by God”.
to be continued:
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Wait what was that noise?
IT’S ALIVE IT’S
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