I imagine you all KE anyway, but that's not doing me any immediate good--and you probably don't see or believe it's "blowing the wind."  Or maybe you. do.  I'm planning "c'ing edenia" in my head, and these images are what's coming out right now, I'm thinking of writing about the IRC network as a microcosm for "Creation" ... something like "it probably detracts from the glory of actually building Heaven to see God as a developer and admin of a hub server, but that's basically what I see today."  It appears that many of you have "olines" which in this case might be nothing more than some sort of eavesdropping infrastructure that you probably agree is designed to help ease this message and this fundamental change in "state of being" across our sometimes fragile "sea of popular opinion."  I've noted numerous times that I think it's designed to help you aid in the dissemination and understanding of what's possible and "who we should do" (that's very important, guys) but it appears that the widespread "Zeitgeist" is that I'm a big PP for saying that I'm a "lone troop" and "ishing" Cat Stevens "sitting" to I'm all alone by myself ... everyone thinks their helping me.

That's how I feel tho, it really is--I see very clearly that there are numerous people actually helping me--though it's difficult to imagine how you too do not see that the line here, the salt line in the Manna from Heaven is actually talking about these things as if they are ... exactly what they are ... an intelligent message that is about something we cannot see, written in conjunction with that invisible force--and that speaking about "fiction" or "art" in this now very provable vain that it is in fact, fact--is more than a single word, it's more than artifact and it's more than a single person.  Still, I am sitting all alone as far and wide as I can see in the recorded "frank public discussion" about the fact that we are living in virtual reality and cannot fathom how you all don't see that's a great chain--some kind of hidden slavery.

You might see it as "Forbidden Knowledge" (that is in itself proof of a dark force breaking logical vision thorugh history--quite apparent today, YW) and see I put space in between "for" and "bid" and "den" and you are trying to take that space away from the very strange invisibleness that seems to want to find it for "no reason they care to speak of, either."  I need some vocal troops.  Aside from BB&T, ING, and Wells Farokh (which is Freddie Mercury's actual name).  I don't see any reason anyone here would prefer to "rough it in the outback" over a much happier and healthier life in Heaven--though it seems that this grand conspiracy believes that it will somehow "force my hand" by simply pretending that you didn't know that the proliferation of this knowledge would protect us ... and our children ... and their chidlren ... from pain and death.

We are in a Holoroom, it needs to be "not sshed" or we will forever be stuck in a Holoroom.  L'chiam.

 

schoolchildren: "dear father tell us so, we belong ... 'let your children play?' in ..."

Hey Tay! :) . Here's a litmus test for the beginning of the Age of Acquarius... post Imus in the Morning, see Hebrewind, and see Hecate ... before you let ol' DT get his panties in a jumble over the "interdimensional time control agency."  You all, on the other hand, might want to proceed with the thing we thought meant "colonizing the stars" by caring ... maybe?

A legend tells of a test where Muramasa challenged his master, Masamune, to see who could make a finer sword. They both worked tirelessly and eventually, when both swords were finished, they decided to test the results. The contest was for each to suspend the blades in a small creek with the cutting edge facing the current. Muramasa's sword, the Juuchi Yosamu (十千夜寒, "10,000 Cold Nights") cut everything that passed its way; fish, leaves floating down the river, the very air which blew on it. Highly impressed with his pupil's work, Masamune lowered his sword, the Yawarakai-Te  (柔らかい手, "Tender Hands"), into the current and waited patiently. Only leaves were cut. However, the fish swam right up to it, and the air hissed as it gently blew by the blade. After a while, Muramasa began to scoff at his master for his apparent lack of skill in the making of his sword. Smiling to himself, Masamune pulled up his sword, dried it, and sheathed it. All the while, Muramasa was heckling him for his sword's inability to cut anything. A monk, who had been watching the whole ordeal, walked over and bowed low to the two sword masters. He then began to explain what he had seen.

"The first of the swords was by all accounts a fine sword, however it is a blood thirsty, evil blade, as it does not discriminate as to who or what it will cut. It may just as well be cutting down butterflies as severing heads. The second was by far the finer of the two, as it does not needlessly cut that which is innocent and undeserving."

In another account of the story, both blades cut the leaves that went down on the river's current equally well, but the leaves would stick to the blade of Muramasa whereas they would slip on past Masamune's after being sliced. Or alternatively both leaves were cut, but those cut by Masamune's blade would reform as it traveled down the stream. Yet another version has leaves being sliced by Muramasa's blade while the leaves were repelled by Masamune's, and another again has leaves being sliced by Muramasa's blade and healed by Masamune's.