Life is getting strange

why?

why?

who,what,where,when,why is life so alien,unknown,foreign,altered,STRANGE?!?

called the last days

I fear, there's no way back. It left us for a reason. That feeling. It cannot survive in this flora.

Always have been thinking about the energy of my younger years, where everything was still filled with hope. I somehow even can't remember that feeling now.

We have to realize the time and the hour. If we don't feel the now, he are we gonna be prepared for what's coming.

There were civilizations before us that went through this.

Maybe, it has even always been this way and this is the harvest. Why should there be such a seperation, that has become so clear by now? We're going different paths now.
And I don't wanne be, where the left are. They will have to learn a lesson.

You're here. That means, there are.

This life avowed to change
The time quickly approaches
When your heart once in pain
Fully opens sacred ambrosia

The keys to break the binding
Are written in the stars
Inside you brightly shining
The meter came from mars

Never doubt the fearless assail
To earth we did return
Majestic wisdom we avail
And union again we learn

The power we now wield
From Heaven love refine
The innocence once we yield
To live you must unwind

Peace

I can remember a shooter in a California McDonalds back in the 80’s. Guess what? Life goes on. I had a Baptist grandmother who spent her entire life talking about the end days. She died 15 years ago. Folks, stop waiting for something that is not going to happen.

Why would we want to go back? We didn't know what we know now, what we're learning more and more every day, that we have corrupt governments and social institutions running OUR show...that our leaders gave little or no care to us as commoners.

Why would we want to back to the thick veils of secrecy and underhandedness? Why go back to the days when we were thrown under the bus and didn't feel the thump-bump of the wheels because we were in an ignorant bliss?

I understand the longing for the good ole days, but we need our future days to be corruption free, or we're never going to have a chance for unmitigated happiness and joy 24/7/365.

Be a part of busting this system wide open by not looking back and longing for what we didn't want, wherein we had little clues or didn't even know was happening to the world of people.

Life looks really sucky on our Big Bluesy Marble right now, ain't no joke...but looking back and longing for what went against all that's right for Humanity is not going to accomplish a single thing.

Instead--





--and if you're unable to be the change you want to see in the world, then at least try to become neutral.

Please, please, please don't feed "the beast" with sustaining the base emotion of sadness, and for the longing for what didn't serve Humanity Justice and Harmony.

Gosh, A R K, when this first started playing I felt myself starting to fall out!...and then I heard Alan Watts' voice, and I just LOVE him.

I'm also happy it's recorded in a correct hz. Listening to music in a correct hz, no matter what the level, does make me to "fall out," to become closer to my expanded self.


Thank you for posting it, lovey....

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Nobody with any sense. I can only stand it for so long. Getting the truck checked out to make sure it will make the trip. Make a little money for a few days and hopefully depart a week from today.

No rush, but I can't stay in Florida, I simply cannot

The McDonald's Massacre in San Ysidro. I remember it as a kid. Sounds like that killer would have fit right in here:

Huberty, a self-proclaimed survivalist, saw signs of what he thought was growing trouble in America, and believed that government regulations were the cause of business failures, including his own. He believed that international bankers were purposefully manipulating the Federal Reserve System and bankrupting the nation.[38] Convinced that Soviet aggression was everywhere, he believed that the breakdown of society was near, perhaps through economic collapse or nuclear war. He committed himself to prepare to survive this coming collapse and, while in Canton, provisioned his house with thousands of dollars of non-perishable food and six guns that he intended to use to defend his home during what he believed was the coming chaos. According to one family acquaintance named Jim Aslanes, Huberty's home was bedecked with loaded firearms[39] to such a degree that wherever Huberty was sitting or standing, he "could just reach over and get a gun." Furthermore, Huberty had regularly vocalized his belief that "the country wasn't treating him right; that everything was being done against the working people."


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This is really one of the best threads on GLP. Most of the stuff I read is BS or just feeds this encompassing level of despair.

Honestly, it's somewhat consoling to know that there are others who feel the same way.

If you want your doom scenario, it's not Fukushima, North Korea or ANTIFA, it's what's being talked about in this thread.

Are there people who are having a wonderful time with life right now? If so, what are they doing differently?

There has to be a way to change the energy to something positive.

The way is to make those see, that don't want to look at it.
We live in psychological state of denial to all the wrongs.
It's like most people are acting like a child, when at the same time, they're too narcisstic, to admit they were wrong.

If you don't know the root of a problem, you will not solve it. And we have more than enough problems, in regards of how we live. We do it completely wrong, from the bottom to the top.

"Are there people who are having a wonderful time with life right now? If so, what are they doing differently?"

Yes. They are realizing that the program of fear is unfulfilling and they are turning it off.

Fear underlies all that is not based in love. It is the emotion that fills the space within that the individual consciousness considers unloveable, unworthy, or unfulfilled. It is constricted and disempowered. It leaves the individual feeling empty.

Love is the opposite of fear. It is open and empowered and unfettered by time. Love is the unconditional acceptance of the individual, no strings, no doubts, nothing withheld.

To truly love another, you must Love yourself first. Self love is not bad; it is necessary for evolution.

To evolve is to love --> Evol :: Love.

If you feel there is something not right or unacceptable about self, then you don't truly love yourself. Go within and ask to be shown what needs to be released - ask what blocks you have that need to be seen and loved.

"We are programmed to deceive" --- there has been heavy programming installed in all of us to not love the self and therefore to not love others. This program needs to be removed and thrown away.

Peace.

I sure agree, OP!!!

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I've seen that animation when it just was released, and I've used it in my designs to great effect.

That goat has 666 on it's forehead, and I know someone who loves 666, he even has the trees on his tower arranged in 666, 6 trees on the sides of the triangle, and then there's the 666 Fifth Avenue connection.

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Thread: I had a dream this morning 6:30am

"In Atlantean land during those periods of early rise of sons of Belial as oppositions that became more and more materialized as the powers were applied for self-aggrandizement." This "self-aggrandizement" took the form of the accumulation of wealth and power into the hands of a very few, with the result being extreme social stratification, where perhaps only a few dozens or hundreds of beings ruled over millions of slaves. This situation, of course, was unacceptable to the Sons of the Law of One." - Edgar Cayce

Zeus, the god of gods, who rules according to law, and is able to see into such things, perceiving that an honourable race was in a woeful plight, and wanting to inflict punishment on them, that they might be chastened and improve, collected all the gods into their most holy habitation, whch being placed in the centre of the world, beholds all created things. And when he had called them together, he spake as follows --”

― Plato, Timaeus/Critias

....I love-love you Angels.




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indeed

He's RIGHT U NO

Tell me about it, I got 3 front pieces of bread in the bread package I bought. How is that even possible!?!?!

I was having a bad week and had bought groceries at the store. When I got home and opened the bread bag I noticed the three front pieces and immediately raged. I screamed "Fuuuuuuuuuuk!!!!! Who the fuuuuking motha fuuuking motha fukkker put 3 motha fukkking front pieces of fukking bread in my motha fukking bread bag!!!!" Then I proceeded to take the three bread pieces out of the bag, slapped them on the countertop and began questioning them one by one. I yelled, "What are you doing in my bread bag motha fukka!!!" I then pulled out a bread knife and began cutting into the first one slowly while yelling "Talk now you stupid piece of fukkking bread or I'll cut you up." The bread wouldn't say anything so I cut it into pieces and threw it in the toilet. I began questioning the second piece of bread yelling, "You only get one chance to talk, now what the motha fukka are you doing in my motha fukking bread bag!!?" It wouldn't say a single word so I threw it in the garbage disposal and turned it on grinding it into nothing. I then grabbed the third piece of bread and yelled, "You see what I did to your bread brotha's you stupid piece of front bread!?!?" That's what's about to happen to you if you don't tell me right now what you're doing in my bread bag!!!! That bread didn't say a word, it didn't even look at me. That's when I grabbed the toaster, put the bread in and pushed the handle down. I kept yelling "Talk or you're gonna get burnt and turned into motha fukkkin toast motha fukka!!" The bread didn't say anything so I popped it out and ate it slowly. It was then that I turned around and saw my 6 year old daughter standing there. She said "Daddy why are you yelling at the bread and what's a motha fukkka?" I spit out that toast, pointed at it and said, "That's a motha fukka!!!" She looked at the toast and yelled, "Don't mess with my daddy you motha fukkin toast!!!" I told her "That's my girl" she hugged me and melted my heart and all that rage away.