True Conspiracy: Aleister Crowley - The Master Of Darkness

True Conspiracy: Aleister Crowley - The Master Of Darkness

Our television lives - Our lives with TV

We,as the American people spend far too much time spent on the reliance of Television. Being the tabloids and the entertainment industry that are the public. Since the turn of the century and the invention of film, the American public has been lead to believe that the Hollywood media is of any kind of importance to the future education of our children. Hundreds of channels imposing their thoughts upon us but if we only watch. Why do we do this ? Why have we allowed ourselves to be imposed upon in such a manner ? Do we not have anything else better to be doing with our time spent here on Earth ? We find so-called celebrities speaking their minds as if it were their own thoughts. More likely than not it was read in an newspaper. At one time, I heard a question posed to an Olympian athlete, it was - What "Star" (celebrity) would you like to be ? RE : I would not want to be a "Star", they should want to be me. The Olympian being real as opposed to Star being an illusion. An illusion created by ourselves,the American people. The Media Monster we have created and built to serve us. Now we serve it.

OMNIS HEAVEN - The Granted Trust

Givin the fact that I am quite new at this blogging thing and can think of nothing relevant to say or any type of discourse worth reading about except for that God awefull crap we always hear about,you know the stuff from Hollywood.

The terrible media hype about uhmm...... stars , as if that having any relevance to the actual world. I like to call it "The World in Progress", but I'll get to that at a later as to defining the perimeters and bounds or better to say my definition of "progress".
And now for OMNIS HEAVEN

How it has traveled beyond the dark
I am the light that leads to its' own end
Clothed in shadow
A dove it leaves
Speaking to me from behind my eyes
Not of my mind or brain do you whisper
Seeking Solace
Masking as my soul
Cold , sterile & mechanical
We are but the vehicle
For the heartless thought
And yet we still listen
As it runs right through
As when those we despair
Quietly in our own
And never rust
I can not tell if you are there.

The lack of punctuation is intentional

Progress : It is neither defined as any kind of advancement nor declination. It is neither defined as a going forward nor backward , not for the good or the worse. It simply implies change , which change in itself is inevitable. "The World in Progress" goes on whether you are there or not.

Aging and Anti-Aging

Aging and Anti-Aging

any one thing

This is just a beginning and now I have to sleep. Learning new stuff without drinking any more. If you find this April , don't be mad with me. - And now a bit of delirium, a short tongue in cheek poem... hmm ..
Well thought it seems has come to end.
bitter fins a dead ole friend, having tried to see a point of view,
a crushing madness will ensue. time is captured for all too find, think it now and be so kind. Turn around the poets few , a crushing blow this endless crow. A sinking ship can learn to swim,only time will tell my silly friend.