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  Our cage is on the line Techno-feudalism Billionaires making a profit within a pandemic They are doing very well thank you Meanwhile, very little is left for us the little people Seeking the incompatibilities of happiness. Schematically. Chasing down and investigating. Bundling and collating. Then. Oppressing and detaining. By. Imprisoning and expelling. Killing. It is a dangerous world out there. When Night Falls. Alone and patient. My conscious-mind. The implications.  When night falls fast. You Tube

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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 experien...

  Ghosts have been placed into your head. This regime will not come to an end. No matter what reasons are applied. The shackles are not attached to your neck. The shackles are not attached to your legs. The shackles are in your head. You want to see and hear. what you believe. Assumed freedom is the cause. Your cage is within a designed cage. There is no force that reads your thoughts and memories. As the force has imprinted your thoughts and memories. Your cage was designed for your occupation. You can only control your own. Make your next step forward as your inevitability. Find the fragility in your confinement. Your self-imposed limitations. Your reality through past memories. Then judge who is right and who is wrong. And discovering something to live and die for. And a new meaning to discard purposelessness. This Octagonal Cell Behind the impenetrable military jargon. There are traitors who threaten our freedoms. Always seen. Never to see the observer. Those who monitor and in...

  There are ghosts behind the wall Our veil of security Our collective power Our freedom to consume The force is behind the delusion There is an ancient behind the door. As considered behind the door. But has appropriated before the door. At the same time. Coexisting on either side of the spectrum. Whether the door is closed. Whether the door is open. Whether you are imprisoned. Whether you are free. A Red Ghost Behind the Door  It has collected the intelligence. My capabilities,  My intentions,  And my activities. It understands my secrets. It will protect its own. It is independent of public scrutiny. Three Red Ghosts behind the Wall Identifying the semblance of a military-related threat Blurring the truth Actioning propaganda of exacerbation Fixating the populous Spinning the back door as the front door Tracking your intellectual property And mining you the consumer as the product Five Red Ghosts in Blue Space As an irrepressible force approaches an immovable obje...

  The Room is a Dungeon I woke up to the punishment of cramping cold. My bed is dirty, and I have been feasted on by pests and rodents. Realizing my nakedness and no blanket to cover up, I feel vulnerable. My immediate thought is: who has captured me?  I quickly scan the room. No window. No dunny. No nothing. Just a solitary light, behind its wire cage, simultaneously emitting and trapping a spectrum of transformative light. I try to account for my lost time. Without any means of measurement, I must endure until an opportunity presents itself. This is a temporal experience.  I focus on apprehending my fears as a single event in time. I must trust my perceptions to escape. The roof and walls are cold.  I experience the architect’s subliminal message. I know his place. It is I who dwell inside of his fear. What shall be done must be done. This revolving state cannot withstand my driving force. When my rotation is complete, four lives will enter into my cell of death. T...