Whoever plays the game of Power will
always ally, make himself into a mirror of the world around and all that it has of mainstream shit, so seeming to be bigger than real, but only being a Matrix reflecting facade of the no place for that which is fresh and spontaneous expression of an individual
"in itself"; the gesture of making you enter in the mouse hole that materialistic-egoistic short-circuit Social Darwinist Impostor of man hold as his everything that is...
One end to know what to do as one is
mindful of what really comes to meet him.
I do love rocks, plants, and yet to what extend one can interact with these?
So there are plant-men, rock-men, beasts-men, magazine cover-men,
One do love them, yet knowing the discourse
that arise from these is only echo upon echo
replication of the Matrix programs, for these
men ar merely competing as who would be
the perfect Mr. or Mrs Mainstream aka
"a winner"! And yet Nicolas Cage character
in 'Family Man' also thought he was
"a winner" having all that he wants....
But something was missing in him, LIFE!
A Heart and a Soul, a Spirit to Wonder at
that which is True, Beautiful and Good,
that which of the The God of the Living,
to LOVE and to CARE.
So one turns to God's Grace, remain Fidel
to himself and in Trust to Christ Lord of Karma, acting out at what comes to be encountered on the way and do compose accordingly.
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De : "Br. Ron"<rlloyd@...
So what is to be done about the qliphothic shells eclipsing
the brilliant spheres?
What options do the tender sprouts have in the face of those
clanking robots crashing through the tulips?
What about the children playing on the fields of Pellinor oblivious
to Anti-Christ vs Anti-Christ gathering on either side of them?
Will they hear the battle horns in time to get out of the way?
Perhaps the clash of armor against armor will break the
shells to reveal new embryos of Light readying for emergence.
I sure hope so.
As of now, it's hard to know for sure what's happening,
whatwith the greasy black and orange smoke billowing
across the borders of Mordor.
Although we can't see them, surely the Fellowship exists.
We must know it.....the alternative is ....unthinkable.