No, You Cannot Share My Pain!
Around the world with snapshots that speak the truth…
Tehran:
Clotilde Reiss sits in the courtroom where her fate is being decided by a circus… Note that all the faces behind her are looking eagerly and attentively to a point of interest to their left and to your right?
Now, note where Clotilde is looking… Is it a look of disgust that illustrates her face, of resignation, revenge, suicide? …fighting for her life with the only tool she has at her disposal, the shell of her flesh, facing her death?
- Clotilde Reiss
We now go to…
Port-au-Prince:
We have all seen and heard the plight of Haitian souls in the grip of an immense tragedy… A planetary cry has been lifted in the air, tearing the fabric of our conscious web.
So now, all of a sudden, the eyes of the world are on Haiti? Where were they when this island nation was suffering continuously for all these years?
Look at Bill’s expression… Why isn’t he just a peachy poster-child of sadness? Look at him! Lips turned in mock gravitas, mourning with the Haitian people… perfecto!
Poster children -- three "boy" presidents
Now remember the repeated invasion of Haiti under repetitive foreign hands, including Bush & Bill’s, causing untold poverty and suffering, engineering pure unadulterated misery on a group of spirits having the misfortune to have been born under bondage.
How grotesque to now wash our guilt and preposterously vacuous lives with the suffering of others.
Haiti is not crucified so that we may be saved!
Spiritus Octal
Haiti is not our bastard child so that we can throw moral crumbs at it, and wear ribbons so that our dainty elite charity non-profits may place as trophies on their antique mantelpieces and name-throw another status deed during posh Georgetown cocktail get-togethers – Oh I’m so there for the hot ivy fork-tongued intern chics!
It’s time to bust the charade. It’s time to stop deluding ourselves. This world has become a sick nonsensical mess – has been so for millennia, only the spike is going through the roof just about now.
Become conscious! Wake the fungus up! Eat it, bite the damn fruit and dive in the cold bleak pool of your immortality – only then, only then, do you have a chance to shine.
A message from radiant daggers, igniting the third rail, the fourth estate, and the fifth column along the spiritual path fighting Illuminati with light!
-Iliad Alexander Terra
