Sunday, May 22, 2011

...Heir To The Stars...


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...So, what's on a list keeping Saucers at bay? Much I'd surmise, but a few must be said. ...Betrayals allowing for benefit, say, of elites who live well on the backs that they break.
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I've said it before, and I'll say it again, that it's good to be *rich*, but you've got to contend with the minimal mote who is heating your water ... your builder, enrich-er, your *mover* — your *starter*!
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Treat 'her' like dirt or pay 'him' slave's wages, and the trouble is written to infamous pages! Enmity's earned for this class-war betrayal — predictably crass and a common portrayal.
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It's, such as which, this keeping *saucers* away! ...And for this we should kneel or grovel and pray? The saucers aren't landing for obvious reasons! See, we're not friendly — forgiving; we're vicious egregious!
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Let's posit one reason why saucers won't land? Why, it's WIRE festooned by that "throttling hand"!
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See, transmission of power above ground is immoral, given it's hanging, like nets, in the sky. Drooping from towers, offending the senses, it wastes precious dollars, and destroys valued lives. These lives are too precious (and too many by far), for enduring inequity — they're heir to the STARS!
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...And heir to the these stars, it's a birthright to go there. Like learning to fly is the right of a dove! We are potential beyond our perception. We're not alone and the other's above!  Composed of a "star stuff," we've the strength of its will! We'd challenge Unknowns — and we'd thrive on that thrill!
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...But our lives are entangled in draperies of wire, which, producing a field—connived and conspired—distorts able thinking we'd feel apart from the rays so imparted... our funeral pyre! These fields produced are effecting our senses in manners all planned and contrived? Electric control of our minds these extol! Their wire conflicts with a quality life!
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It's the rule of the *wealthy*—their evil plutocracy. These mock a "fair play," and they bugger Democracy. Too, still are these "nets" installed above ground where they kill and distort — it offends! It's unsound!
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What manner of being betrays, so, its innocence? Who tightens their grip on the weakest of throats? Who sets into motion betrayal for Tesla?  Who preys on the short-changed, and milks them like goats?
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Who dumps on their own for a profit's percentage, and what would these do to a STRANGER FROM SPACE? What saucer then lands? They'd avoid us completely, appalled with our ethics and offended by our race!
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...See, wire's but one thing that keeps us alone, a symptom of process which can't be condoned! Yes, as we've done to ourselves we'd, sure, do to another. For this we are lost, yes, ignored — "undiscovered "!




  • Incarcerated Psychopaths!?  What!? Who? Us? The crown of creation?!?  Those the Angels serve? The favorite of God?!  Push a sock in that!

  • If we *crown* creation, at all, it's a crown of poison, self-absorbed, fallacious, and wholly obnoxious thorns. We earn our enforced solitude! We beg for our quarantine! We solicit our isolation! We're why we're "the alone in [life's] flight to the alone."

  • Regarding Tesla: as soon as his backers—ignoring humanity's aggregate enrichment—discovered the personal autonomy potential of Tesla's eclectically electric ideas (ie: conceiving of power for *nothing* for everyone) they shut him down, dried up the money, and labeled him an errant crackpot. He died a pauper in a seedy New York flop after decades of being led down the primrose corporate path! At the MOMENT of his death a covetous government swept in to presume dominion of his works and genius even as it is not disseminated to the likes of us! That corpocracy is the pox upon us, even as it is "of" and "from" and "departing from" us!  We can be assessed as cosmic disease; the prosecution would rest.

  • Does the reader think it was Edison who was the electrical Prometheus of aggregate humanity? No. Return to the clue queue. Edison was just another low-voltage and reptilian sociopath overcome by ego, without all humility, and hobbled by his own hubris like the rest of his foul corporate ilk.  By comparison, Tesla was a SAINT!  See: it's Tesla's liver "eaten by a huge bird of prey."  That's the wage paid for trying to bring real fire to humankind.

  • Consider... YOU reader, have remotely affordable electrical power energizing your DREAMS today... only because of the Alternating Current insight provided by Nicola Tesla. This was an insight Edison "fought tooth and claw" against even as he admitted the clear superiority of Tesla's idea at the end of his too well-rewarded and ultimately non-Promethean life.  It was a great idea; broadcasting power... it just didn't fill a short term corporate pocket full of boundlessly soulless cash!  What reptiles without the remotest imagination, humility, humanity, or grasp we can be too often...

  • Nicola Tesla, unfettered, would have banished the wires long ago! Additionally, we would now be sailing between the stars on the power broadcasted so furiously from them I'm betting!  How much money is made in THAT economy, eh?  If you don't get in at the lowest floor the elevator won't take you up, will it. 

  • ...But, restricted by a handful of ready psychopaths ostensibly acting in our best interests, we are symbolically tethered to the ground by wire even into the 21st Century, and that unwelcome leash ever becomes only more and more confining.  That wire, reader, binds us in more than one way. We're fettered from the stars to which we're heir.

Restore John Ford!

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