One can almost say that he, who has greeted the morning star, has forever lost the use of his sight and his reason, because he is fascinated by this false light and cast into the abyss…unless, as in your case, a great stroke of fate comes to pull him unexpectedly from the edge of the precipice.

4th density frees one from the illusion of "time" as ( Read more... )

And God, that absentee landlord,
does not hate us
though certainly, we're unfit to be
his boon companions.
Rather our lives unruly poems
overdone incomplete
lacking any really original sins.

And what would we do at the
celestial banquet
but drink too much
feel out of place
and wander away from the lights and music
to stand apart taking in huge ( Read more... )

Ahh, we have more important things to worry about si?

Floods, storms and droughts. Melting Arctic ice, shrinking glaciers, oceans turning to acid. The world's top scientists warned last week that dangerous climate change is taking place today, not the day after tomorrow.

Future historians, looking back from a much hotter and less hospitable ( Read more... )

The U.S. Government has a new, ground-based "Star Wars" weapon which is being tested in the remote bush country of Alaska. This new system is intended to heat and lift a portion of the ionosphere above a selected location on the planet in order to make a huge invisible "mirror" for bouncing electromagnetic radiation back to the surface of Earth.

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The music, the moonlight and the dreams are my magic weapons.Not only the music which is played, but also that which is eternally left unplayed. Only the dreams are always what they seem. Isn´t it true that in our dreams we are free? The good dreamer never awakes.

I exist from the beginning...and I have always been and ironist. All of us ironist ( Read more... )

I have learned I was truly able to hate you
How I fell on my knees to beg
No longer ashamed to guard my pride
Simply trying to hold on tight
Unable to keep what was once mine
Witnessing your departure only with bitterness
A dream you can see but cannot hold
Tainted with vengeful words to hurt
One last kiss never to be given
One last time I swear it would be

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The love of books for their own sake, for their paper, print, binding, and for their associations, as distinct from the love of literature, is a stronger and more universal passion in France than elsewhere in Europe. In England publishers are men of business; in France they aspire to be artists.  In England people borrow what they read from the ( Read more... )

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2004 is about to end.

I used to lock myself in my room and ponder about the positive and negative things of the dying year. Then I wrote down my wishes and those matters I had to change to be a better person.

Today I want you to look at these images for one whole minute. A silent minute. I am sick of finding these images everywhere I go. We were ( Read more... )

They are ringing and ringing…I do not know who is calling, it must be my wife´s mother asking about my health. The servant with tears in her voice is answering something. Everybody thinks I am ill…I am writing, crying, and thinking of my wife. She thinks I am a barbarian of Russian origin. I married so suddenly, without thinking of the future, ( Read more... )