I want things to be fixed. I want things to be right. I am sick sick sick of lies lies lies.
I am sick of money!
Wealth makes me choke and spit.
What is done with wealth makes my organs rumble and heave!
This current era of mankind cannot go on anymore. It has gorwn too hairy, too fat, too ugly to continue.
We have to undergo a painful rearrangement and reform. Just like when the body gets sick, it feavers and heaves until it has purges itself of the bad
Maybe that's just me being silly. Maybe there really are cyclic destructions on the earth that occur every now and then. Maybe that's what we
need. Maybe the heavens needs to fall and the earth needs to open. Maybe that's the only thing that will free the earth from the gigantic snare
that has fallen around it.
I've just had too many powerful thoughts today. I tapped into the universe with my other post and I immediately got ill when I looked at the
condition of the world. A cure, a cure, oh for a cure!
Now I'm just a wandering young man who is stricken and wounded, who cries all the time and weaps and moans for the his people. Something about
Christ's awareness does that to you.
I know that there will eventually be a golden era again in America, that our people will overcome the evil consumerists and politicians, and the
attempts to control the world by the rich and evil will fail and they will all perish in the maelstrom.
Maybe I'm just a bird with no place to nest, forced to flap and flap and flap, with nothing but cats below me, and nothing to land upon. I'm
Why is this life on earth made to be so perilous? We are like a broken family, we have no relation to one another, none of us are sincere persons,
but we are all chasing after pleasures and riches, though most of us will never have much of anything.
Why then, us poor men, who will never know great wealth or power, do we hate one another? What has made us into beasts, that we must growl and fret
one another like dogs, because of . . .no real good reason?
The powers and forces of the world are secure in their power because the people have been broken and made docile. Whaa! I cry at this, I cry a long
time, because I cannot find anyone willing to break away with me.
how miserable my state, how merciless are my tormentors, I am a runaway slave with a length of chain about my ankle.
For all of my learning, I cannot communicate it, for all of my words I cannot find any peace with them at all, my eyes have only revealed the truth to
me. And instead of freedom, with the truth I found great burdens, and many tears, and much consternation. For those with knowedge and heart become
obligated by the universe, and they become drafted by the spirit, they are put to the battle immediately.
Where then do I go? What kind of nation is made for me? I am a human man, are not the things of the earth for men? Why then, is there such bitter
poison in me, that I must suffer?
Am I one of those men that have siezed the world with filthy hands, have I slaughtered men and women and children without cause? Have I financed war
and industry of war to suit my aims of global domination? Have I put my young sons in peril of their lives and horror of war without the good cause
No, I am not one of those men, but because I am before you, I am smitten.
I have pointed at these men, these guilty men, who must be judged by you, and all heaven, for they have done THEIR will to the world, and given you
the burden to bear for it.
That is what I have said, yet you do not get angry at the wicked. Instead I bear your wrath, and I your torments, your anger against me is unjust and
You hard pressed slaves, Look at the marks of your yoke. Look at your hands and recount your labors. What have you built, what have you erected, in
what name have you done these things?
A farmer plants in the name of plenty, a framer builds in the name of the architect, and a king in the name of God, what have you done, American, and
who have you served?
You have been cheated, brothers, you have been crushed and chained in your minds and spirits, to suit the will of the chieftains and the captains of
industry, what evil and corrupted souls they are. They hate the people, yet have gathered up all the rule, because their aim to cause men to serve
them and their system.
To enslave the minds of an entire people, to make them accept whatever you give them, and want all the time, that I hate, for you have led my people
into destruction, and I am certain that you ones will escape all harm, and will leave my brothers to die and bleed, because they have trusted.
It is one matter to die for a cause of Liberty, or the rights of man, or a cause greater than money, but it is evil to start wars for other reasons.
I will not cause the people to bear the burden for this war. I will cause the architects of the war to bear the burden, and I will pursue them.
There will indeed be justice, and those who pervert justice will be destroyed.
What is mercy, what is justice? Do men deliver these things without much thought? Do these things come by little effort? I see liars pretneding to
be men of honor, I see men without much judgment in them at all.
Sorry for the rant,
but I am in purge-soul mode.