Quantum projections of your holographic syntax,
Rhythms of the world,
Finding the current,
Play the delusion
When…
When…
Haunted by the idea
That somehow…
You’re sitting here
Perched upside down,
On a planet,
In a galaxy,
In a Multiverse,
Written by you.
Embrace the probability
Of the improbable…
All moments into one,
Eternity folded unto itself,
8 layers deep.
The entire paradigm
…about love.
You are a sparkling prayer…
-Iliad Alexander Terra
Just a jousting jest, you get the gist?
Justice will be served with history’s grist.
-IAT
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A random concurrence of coincidences…
10:15 PM, Wednesday February 9th: someone interviewed on the tele during a talk show makes reference to the 2012 US elections and other tidbits.
While he, as standard practice, does not look directly at the camera during the entire interview, at one fleeting instance however, right after he utters the phrase “…divine providence…” he does look at the camera dead on. I find it odd.
10:17: I retire to read a couple chapters from Neale Walsch’s 2nd volume of the trilogy Conversations with God, in which he records his dialogue with God and shares it with us.
I pick up reading where God talks about Time, and tells Neale that our notion of a linear and horizontal time is flawed. That time is only in the present or pre-sent, all wrapped in one vertical axis. All instances can be experienced in this moment. Past and future are illusions.
11:11: I feel that I’ve read enough, look at my iPhone and notice that it’s 11:11. I close the book.
11:13: I walk into the tele parlor and catch the rerun of the earlier interview with the same guest speaker right as he says “…divine providence…” and looks fleetingly at the camera. Hmm, rather interesting to say the least.
11:14: I change the channel and land on the Science Channel. A documentary filmmaker is tracking the source of the GPS system and ends up in Colorado in a maximum security Air Force base where the entire GPS satellite constellation is controlled.
The captain on duty providing the tour states that while the constellation is healthy and robust, there are periodic corrections they have to routinely perform to account for difference in time speed between here on Earth and 12,000 miles out in space where the satellites hover.
This is highly significant as it serves as proof that our perception of time as a linear continuum is evidently indeed flawed, somewhat substantiating Einstein’s glimpses into divinity, um relativity?
With our discovery of quantum physics, the path of spiritual and scientific perceptions have converged, opening a more aware and elevated state of being where we are affirmed in a co-creative asynchronous simultaneouum. Where we are our own guardian angels, reflecting divine providence in our own divinity.
The more we explore, the clearer the face of God do we see in our own reflections… The warmth and grace and embracing love of the multiverse shelters us if only our eyes were open to see…
God Bless
-IAT
Bob jabs at Sarah while Barry incurs whiplash form his teleprompters…
Meanwhile we, the overtaxed serfs, skate on a bed of thin ice with a demon’s hive beneath our feet!
Of puppet masters and puppets and captive audiences hark and heed anew,
And taste the bittersweet blood dew, to let fortune reveal thy fate’s sinew… adieu!
Why is this all of a sudden important and news-worthy?!
So this polyp blooms in a dark corridor of MSM!!! and now we are distracted to think of obesity as an imminent catastrophe, and the proper role for the stereotypical matriarch is to nurture the home-base — dual-headed dragon of fear and comfort played deftly.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/8506369.stm
Why you ask? Because of this:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/8507168.stm
Reading between the lines, the underground 4th Column forecasts the oncoming crisis, and prepares… A cold spell has overshadowed the Capitol on the 11th, exactly! A cold spell, indeed — watch what happens on the 11th, fortune tells, some smell it in the winds.
1984 and 451 have 4 in common. The 4th Estate is the free press, as the 4th column of resistance to disrupt the triangle’s grip-hold on a nation of free souls…
Soooo my friends, it’s time to generate a journal that has 4 columns with the first three full of MSM dis-info, and only the 4th tells the truth.
The 4th column can be sort of rendered as an underground news organization in the shades of Zion’s resistance to the Matrix, and Brazil’s colors and contraptions and 1984’s hues in 2012 jargon.
We call it the 4th Journal of Scribes, carving on forest trees… Boy does that go deep into the woods… ZOIZ = ZION, the Olympic logo emblem crests and seals the game afoot, deeper than thou hast forsaken thy dreams of old!
Nice knowing ya eh? God’s speed with us all, as we go forth.
-Your intrepid fool
