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Years ago meandering this media I delved into info on Mount Weather, Va. At some point in research the screen went black and began scrolling FEMA emergency access codes. Quickly, I shut it down and, returning the next day found it polluted with porn sites. After examining them with an empirical mindset, Icleaned the mess up.
What this reminds me of now with such uncertainty is the bellowing howl of Grendal in this etheral profiling of angst called the Web (appropriately me presumes). The catalog of grievances against State and Empire, and the enormous amount of educational items clarifying my "legal" status as CORPORATE CITIZEN propelled me with fury further into wording. What is not uncovered? What mixture of verbiage is not suspect of secret manipulation? What particular knowledge would restore the sanity of movement in me rhythmically with the planet's life? What Zen-like zeitgeist could I mediate between the willfully ignorant and the persuers of Platonically transcendant life? Yes, there are many areas inside this delver of deity having practical application, but I yet suffer from years subjected to the rigid format of fecal thinking programmed through a confiscatory entity without personal identity that seems to have tentacled the earth with unreasoning needs. Yes, I am referring to the individual tithed conglomeration having attained citizenship called The Corporation...which is Dow, The U.S. Government, Federal Reserve and ad nauseum listing of others that have direct control of our every movement and soon thought.
In that I chose, even in knowing, to bottle up and drink germinal dichotomys throughout the years; being the failed alcoholic retching up anger against this beast and my participation in its feeding, straddles me now with grating guilt difficult to meditate away. Only through action do I withstand myself. That, and certain friendships, sustain me and give footing to adequate human behavior striving to better. Clearing the mind of constant barrage of barbarous festivities concocted with the contagion of distraction: a kaleidoscopic kamikaze shadow theater absorbing souls of attendees. Being where I am...not like this; searching further wording to embrace thought with certainty and deliver meaning measured by experience. Hermes' lament. Symbols shattered. I have no acceptable script but hope of intuitive reception.
How much of what is needed to know other than internal wisdom hidden by veneer and venial pretences of being a productive member of society, when that very word illustrates a criminality against its progenitor, against itself, and against any provisions for illumination and ascent? So, a practice of self deeper than projections to populate the mind of others is a need I seek. Utterances such as mine, displayed on paper, may reveal territory familiar to some. Others can perceive a foggy path, walker laden with pretentious wisdom. I wish the point of arrival at understanding without the protective fortress of wording subject to the arrows of etymological ballistics. Simple is good when souls thread together. Otherwise, banter and bullshit rule the day.
With a current assessment of worldly affairs primarily coordinated through the Gnomes of Zurich and psychopathic powers of dark worship I find no secure battleline of which to contend. What I gather and bond through experience is that the Big Trigger is being pulled and the intent is purposeful and unhidden. years of research have provided me with enough paranoia to prepare. Any outside consideration of my thinking has no plausible instrument of determent. As the saying goes: "it is no sign of mental health to be well adjusted in a profoundly sick society," and I have struggled to find a fugacious flight from the insanity.
What I seek is peace. What I seek is intuitive connection with the living energy of the mother and a bonding with others whose love is protective of the innocent and those who know death on a daily basis in self; each moment a new beginning ...those with passion for truth and acceptance when presented to them despite the pain of it. No need to elaborate on dangers facing us. The air is replete with it, the message clear. Ancients have built this knowledge in a heritage of stone and the tongue that tells the story. I have attended the ritualistic lighting of words on the internet and the head is sated (non-word) with the machinations of the monsters. I must now move. I must now aware. Community I seek. This may be. It may be formed. I may die in defense. This is good. To stand in honor is what the breath compells.
Knowing no better than any the exact proportions of time to come, I can simply do what the deep heart requests; always to build and defend the life and connection to source. It will be that words soon in wind may sing of our presence and we shall by the fire exchange the tales of our coming, but always we will be in praise of the Spirit in the walk further up the path. Poetic now, this notion, given the arduous circumstance we must dance through. I feel only that the fire is to forge a noble sword.
I exit now with KYHOOYA! saying "walk in the spirit of the light" ...or a mighty acronym saying "keep your head out of your ass!" Let us awaken together.
Samrod Wetrat
American Insurgent
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