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The Territory of the Little People - Storm Clouds Approaching

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  The Territory of the Little People - Storm Clouds Approaching The atmosphere over Pine Creek churns before it breaks. The sky stops being a distant ceiling, and tears open into a fevered, gestural vortex, churning in fierce ribbons of cadmium gold, raw ember, and bruised ink. Here, in the suffocating stillness of the build-up, the heat plays violent tricks on my inner eye. As the squall gathers, the twisting ironwoods and fractured ridges don't feel empty; they crawl with the uncanny belief of the Little People, low-slung, watchful phantoms spun from wire, red dust, and dry static, waiting out the road's fragility. Every jagged branch and swirling filament of cloud becomes a face, an arm, a sinister presence breathing inside the rising storm, drawing the traveller deeper into the delirium of the interior. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Fl...
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Within
The Cross
The Grid
The Circle


Solidification of the seasons.
Stability in each direction.
Meanification of all elements.
Salvation through sacrifice.
Punishment to capitalize civilization.

To thrive and to protect our interests.
To maintain global military and economic order.




When belief becomes actuality.
Belief in space aliens.
Belief in ghosts.
Belief in powerful symbols.

The mindless mass
And evil forces. 

The deep state.
of scientific coverups. 

Those who cannot be seen.
In their secret places.



The Cell-Grid Sphere

From only seeing things. 
To knowing things.
Requires unshackling.

Then taking the action.
To realize your cell of truth is bound within another's grid.
A grid that belongs to a sphere of commanding respect.

Their chains point us in one direction.
Their cosmos.
Their order of the human being
To our norm.
Our place.
Our comfort.
Our willingness to accommodate their order.

Knowing discomfort is in the dismissal of seeing.
Knowing is to experience their sphere of wrath.
Through their ignorance.
Their well-ordered judgments.
Their order of a no better life.
The order that cannot be killed.


Utilizing advanced technologies 
Flexible performance 
Scalable
Systemic security
Maintaining hierarchical surveillance


Know Your Cell


Living in this new world
Know your prison in greater detail
Than your warden
The significance 
And the reason 
To take action


Know Your Cell 
Watch for the inconsistencies
In your behavior
Yourself as embodied
Your organization 
Your response and reactions
Until you can dissociative from your state
In your own circular time



Just like clockwork
I realized 
I was devouring the menu
I was not eating the dinner
This being my construct


Seeing
Experiencing
Creating
Prepare the situation

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