Satan Speaks
“Now is the time for you to realize that many great artists captured the alchemical codes during the first Renaissance. These vibrations were brought down into the physical realm, and this art contains the codes for restructuring the whole planetary field as year 2012 approaches. What you do right now is of crucial importance, and the great Renaissance artists are in physical body now poised to fill the world with beauty and ecstasy. You have been waiting for this.
Wake up!
Wake up; as 2012 nears, carrying alchemical treasures and yes you could wait for the gods instead of awakening yourselves. You can be Michelangelo or Da Vinci, or you can be the sheep herded into groups waiting for the Apocalypse, cowering and waiting for the gods.
“The Apocalypse is the end of a great cycle, and the end of us. Look, I Satan am just the world’s boss who realizes he’s ruined the company, and am wondering what I will tell the stockholders. I am the U.S. President who realizes he’s blown it with NAFTA, as I watch world currencies tumble into the abyss. Events are getting too big for any one entity, and guess what? This is when an individual wakes up! I, Satan, am here to share the truth with you before I have to answer to The Most High. In the old days, the boss would loot the company and head for a tropical island, but there is no tropical island to run to anymore. I Satan am coming closer to your souls, my desires are activated. It’s like when you get close to a treasure, and you just want to grab it all. I have been known to be a pig, and so have you! As I get closer, I get blinded by the Light of the Sun. I know from the past that I think less clearly when I come into your presence, just like a man is blinded by the sight of beautiful nude woman. I hope you will seize the alchemy, as a pure gift from the Heavens right now, as you shout “Up yours Satan”.”
(Inspired by and dedicated to the writings of the most brilliant B.H.C)
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Return of the Goddess
In ancient times a Goddess ruled Earth.
Sent by a Heavenly Council of Elders She
was ordained by their Most High God.
She was given the task of Creation.
Mighty rivers became her menstrual flow,
Her ocean-Womb spawned all life at sea,
Creatures’ great ‘n small
She gazed upon vast land masses
With Great Love She created those,
That swim in water, crawl and run on land
along with those that soar azure skies.
She gifted procreation to all creatures’.
To Flora/fauna she was “Grandmother”
For eons The Goddess pondered, until
She decided to create something unique
“Man” as well as “Womb-Man”,
To be sure, Demigods.
They too were gifted procreation.
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Tad & The Bullfrog King
Bullfrog King did summon Tad
“I have a task for you young lad”
“A task for me? Egad! ” said Tad
“Fetch your club and kilt of plaid”
“I’ll teach you how to public speak
You’ll learn the art of war
One day you’ll be my president
By then you’ll know the score”
Years passed, Tad became a frog
‘You’re ready now” said Bullfrog King
Come sit by me and sip some grog
Today I’ll give to you my signet ring”
“You’ll campaign, with speeches thrill
Then there will be a sham election
You’ll landslide win and beat my shill
There will be no ballot box inspection”
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MINNIE & WILLIE (A Tale of Two Lovers)
Gather-round folks, hear this grand tale
Of how two unlikely lovers did meet
Of Minnie Minnow and Willie Whale
A great love that knew no defeat
She swam in a school, him in a pod
They met one fine day by a reef
Willie’s pod readied to migrate abroad
His great eye caught a glimpse ever brief
Minnie was a vision of grace and style
She smiled, splayed her delicate fins
It was young Willie she’d soon beguile
This is where our love story begins;
Love struck Willie come a courtin one day
Seaweed bouquet tucked under a fluke
Asked, Schoolmarm if Minnie could play
Willie hoped he’d not get rebuked
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TERENCE McKENNA
He navigated thru the fields of mystery
Unafraid to taste the “Food Of The Gods”
Explored, with wisdom Shamanic history
For this a grateful Earth applauds
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Epilog from “Food of the Gods”
By Terence McKenna
WE AWAIT OURSELVES WITHIN A VISION
“We can now move toward a new vision of ourselves and our role
in nature. We are the omni-adaptable species, we are the thinkers,
the makers and solvers of problems. These great gifts that are
ours alone and which come out of the evolutionary matrix of the
planet is not for us, out of convenience, satisfaction, or our greater
glory. They are for life; they are the special qualities that we can
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marie Devereaux
There once was a girl named Marie Devereaux
Who was born in a small village near Bordeaux
Marie’s Papa was master-maker of fine wine
He made nectar from “The fruit of the vine”
Marie dreamed of one day going to Paris
To dance the “cancan” in some fine cabaret
She’d take her best friend Margeaux with her
Altho Papa longed for Marie to learn ballet
At only 16 Marie looked more like twenty
A dark haired beauty with beautiful legs
She ran across town to fetch Margeaux
Nearly tripped on one of Papa’s wine kegs
Margeaux bowed out at the last minute
“I can’t leave my widowed Mom Alone
I’m the oldest of 9 children Marie
They’d starve if I were to leave home”
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Tenacity Of Dandelions
Living in a rain forest has its challenges;
Here self perpetuation reigns supreme.
I’m convinced that if we do not fight for every inch of space in this forest of trees our house will be swallowed up in a few short years.
One of the best examples natures self perpetuation is the venerable dandelion, who seems to have a knack for survival second to none.
The war begins;
Although the young tender leaves of dandelions are edible, unless harvested early they quickly turn bitter…so eating all of them is not really an option.
So I attack my enemy with a smoke belching weed eating machine.
There’s a morbid satisfaction in lopping off dandelions at soil level.
Little do I know that the deep tap root remains and within a few days will push new growth above ground.
The ones missed getting whacked by now have gone to seed. I’ve never really taken the time to count the number of seeds that comprise that cute puff ball, but they must number in the hundreds One single plant gone to seed can replenish what others fail to accomplish.
My next assault is the lawnmower;
The whirling blades make short work of these tenacious weeds. Little do I know that some have already seeded the lawn with their spawn and in a short while the cycle begins all over again. The ones that get cut quickly learn to hug the ground just below the mower blades, ready to shoot up stalks that provide flowers that seemingly overnight turn into seed balls. They only need a mild wind to scatter them afar.
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Vatican Probed, For A Change
The saying goes “Turnabout is fair play”
Church gets probed for banking crime
Amends;
For when priests on choirboys’ did prey
B’cuz God punishes evil from time to time
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From; Huffington Post 09-21-2010
VATICAN CITY — Italian authorities seized euro23 million ($30 million) from a Vatican bank account Tuesday and said they have begun investigating top officials of the Vatican bank in connection with a money-laundering probe.
The Vatican said it was 'perplexed and surprised' by the investigation.
Italian financial police seized the money as a precaution and prosecutors placed the Vatican bank's chairman and director general under investigation for alleged mistakes linked to violations of Italy's anti-laundering laws, news reports said.
The investigation is not the first trouble for the bank – formally known as the Institute for Works of Religion. In the 1980s, it was involved in a major scandal that resulted in a banker, dubbed 'God's Banker' because of his close ties to the Vatican, being found hanging from Blackfriars Bridge in London.
The Vatican expressed full trust in the chairman of the bank, Ettore Gotti Tedeschi, and his director-general, identified by the Vatican directory as Paolo Cipriani. It said the bank had been working for some time to make its finances more transparent to comply with anti-terrorism and anti-money-laundering regulations.
'The Holy see is perplexed and surprised by the initiatives of the Rome prosecutors, considering the data necessary is already available at the Bank of Italy, ' it said in a statement.
Gotti Tedeschi told state-run RAI television that he was 'humiliated and mortified' by news of the probe, which he said had arrived just as he was implementing new transparency procedures at the bank.
News reports circulated more than a year ago that Italian investigators were scrutinizing millions of euros worth of Vatican bank transactions to see if they violated money-laundering regulations.
In Tuesday's case, police seized the money from a Vatican bank account at the Rome branch of Credito Artigiano Spa, according to news agencies ANSA and Apcom. The bulk of the money, euro20 million ($26 million) , was destined for JP Morgan in Frankfurt, with the remainder going to Banca del Fucino.
According to the reports, the Vatican bank had neglected to communicate to financial authorities where the money had come from. The reports stressed that Gotti Tedeschi wasn't being investigated for laundering money himself but for a series of alleged omissions in financial transactions.
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Two Innocents
A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a
great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, “Let
me offer you and the whole fortunate country my con,
gratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry
the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be
justly proud. He is the new bearer of a great and illustrious
ancestry, and upon him depends the brilliant future of
this realm. Sing and be merry! ” The voices of the throngs,
full of joy and thankfulness, flooded the sky with exhilarating
song, welcoming the new tyrant who would one day affix
the yoke of oppression to their necks by ruling the weak
with bitter authority, and exploiting their bodies and killing
their souls. For that destiny, the people were singing
and drinking ecstatically to the health of the new prince.
Another child entered life and the kingdom at the same
time. While the crowds were glorifying the strong, whilst
belittling themselves by singing praise to the potential despot,
and while the angels of heaven were weeping over the people’s
weakness and servitude, a sick woman was thinking.
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The Wren
It was a quiet morning;
As usual my wife Laureen opened the front door (leaving it open wide) in hopes that the cat would follow her out. (Little did she know that a small intruder had flown in through the open door.) After retrieving the morning newspaper, with coffee mug full of steaming coffee Laureen settled into
her morning ritual, with "Neferkitti" (our cat) snuggled on the bar stool next to her.
Suddenly there was a flutter and thump as a tiny wren flew into a window in the dining room.
The bird fell to the floor momentarily stunned. Taking advantage of the moment, with great speed and agility Neferkitti pounced on the helpless bird. Mouthing the bird softly, she presented her catch to her master. Horrified Laureen admonished the cat, screaming "Let her go". With great reluctance the cat dropped the bird on the floor. After a few moments the bird flew up to a tall cabinet, where she landed to assess her predicament.
At this time I was laying in bed reading, when I heard Laureen shout loudly "Ray get in here there is a bird in the house'. I slipped on a shirt, grabbed my glasses, and walked in just as the bird took flight and landed on the rail leading to my upstairs office. Walking up the stairs slowly I reached for the perched bird who quickly flew back down to the family room. Not seeing where she landed I searched the room. Suddenly she flew into a large picture window in the family room. The confused bird sat on the sill looking out of the window. I approached the bird, who made no attempt to fly off. I reached down, and with cupped hands gently picked up the traumatized bird. She chirped once and settled into my warm hands.
Making my way to the sliding door that leads to the outside deck I stepped out and opened my hands to release the bird. Gripping the index finger of my right hand she was reluctant to fly. I stood there, and time froze.
Our eyes met, and I felt the impact of what was happening;
From the wren's perspective here stood a god-like giant with the power of life and death over her. From my perspective there perched on a single finger was a tiny creature who I could crush with hardly any effort. In that brief moment we were both experienced the miracle, diversity and fragile nature of life.
"All creatures great and small"
Walking over to a bench on the deck and with palm up I waited for the bird to step off onto the safety of the bench and freedom. She gripped even more tightly, as if she'd found safety in my hands. With my left hand I gently coaxed her off my right hand onto the bench, where she stood looking around. She made no effort to fly away, so I went back through the door, closed it and stood watching, hoping that she was not seriously injured.
While walking up the stairs to my office I heard Laureen (who'd been watching) exclaim loudly;
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