Angel Angst, Angel Anger

[poem by   ~burning woman~   ]

Remember when we first met
When we first meant something
In the world together?

Angel you called me.
My angel, my beautiful,
My simple angel.

Your arm curled warmly
Around my slim waist.
Your lips found my smile.

I wondered under a small cloud:
Would you get tired of simple me
When my pretty became boring?

But the love was good, the bed warm.
We walked more miles together.

(until)

I became slow, stupid and boring.
I became a leech ruining your life.
Now you abuse me, suppress me,
You crush my dreams, suck my life,

(but)

I’m the angel you crowned,
Danced with, loved, married.
Deny me, yes: it changes nought.

I’m still your angel, though changed:
Angry, avenging, terrible.
Yesterday I was the angel of love,
Tonight, I’m the angel of terror

Responding to your choices.  

A Real Treasure

A Real Treasure
[A short story by Sha’Tara]

(A simplistic tale of a simpler time too many of us have forgotten.
Two things – One, I hope it proves entertaining. Two, I also hope I haven’t posted it already. Fortunately, it’s a short read. Enjoy)

“Life is full of treasures if one can only find them.” That promise,
from a happy-ending story read in class that afternoon, kept going through
his mind as he ran along the rough, rocky shore. His straight, unruly hair
blowing across his reddened face, his eyes watering in the spray, his
sleeve wet from wiping his runny nose, eight year old Jamie thought about
treasures: piles of gold and silver coins in an iron-bound pirate’s chest
with a huge padlock to guard against theft. He thought if he looked hard
enough, he would suddenly spy the corner of such a chest sticking out of
the loose gravel. Imagination, being free, is one of the real treasures
of the poor!
Forgetting his hungry stomach, he would regularly stop to scan the
rising swells for a familiar boat returning to the jetty, but the waters
were too rough and the visibility reduced to the line of shoals disappear­
ing in the in-coming tide. He shivered in the gusty, mid-winter winds. He
thought of his father and two older brothers out there on the sea. He
sighed, “If only I could help…

His keen eyes saw something dark floating in the water. A log! A whole
log being pushed ashore by the tide and wind. He waited impatiently as it
came close enough for him to direct it, then wondered how he would claim
and keep it. The tide may wash it away again, or someone else may find it
before he could run home and return with his mother. He decided to keep an
eye on it and let the tide do its work. His mom would worry and be angry
but when she saw the wood, she would understand.

The log floated higher. Too big for him to do anything with, there was
nothing to do but wait… All thoughts of pirate treasure left his mind:
his real treasure, representing several days of heat, and perhaps some
scraps for carving, was that log. He eyed it jealously, scanning the
shoreline for scavengers. He was relieved to see no one. Wandering around
while waiting, he searched for other treasures. His imaginary hoard now
was a whole pile of logs against the slate-roofed cottage just over the
top of the low, weather-beaten cliff separating land from sea.

He didn’t find any more wood, but he found an old rusty steel cable
tangled in blackberry bushes. Struggling to free it, he had an idea.
Laying out the cable, he found he could wrap it around the log then around
one of the larger rocks protruding from the gravel. He secured his log,
then using a broken piece of stone, laboriously scratched his name in it.
His hoard thus properly identified and anchored, he ran home. His mother
met him at the top of the path, scolding as he came up. He stopped to
catch his breath, then told his story of the log. She didn’t believe him
at first, but when he ran to the lean-to for the saw and the wheelbarrow,
she grabbed her coat and accompanied him down to the noisy, indistinct
strand, the clattering sound of their footsteps lost in the raspy,
turbulent surf.

Following her son, she looked eagerly for the treasure. Two motionless
figures were inspecting something in the gravel and Jamie cried out:
“They’ve found my log. Please, mom, hurry or they’ll take it!” Running,
nearly out of breath in the biting air, she came upon two men sizing up
the log. “Hullo, ma’am” one of them said, looking at her and touching his
cap. “Reckon this log’s ours ma’am, we found it first.” She looked at
Jamie and he pointed to the top of the log where he had scratched his
name: Jamie Willbrooke. They looked at the coarse but fresh inscription,
then the same one said, “Smart little fellow you have there, ma’am.” She
nodded and waited for the inevitable question. “Maybe, for a chunk, we
could help you haul it in, then?” She nodded again and took her son’s
hand. Holding it gently, she turned her head, permitting only the sea to
witness the love in her tear-filled eyes.


A Planetary Soap Opera

[thoughts from  ~burning woman~  by  Sha’Tara]

“Man was created in the image of God (of the gods).  So the ancients believed and taught.  “There is nothing new under the sun”  states an ancient wisdom text (Ecclesiastes). 

“As below, so above.”  (An important awareness, as expounded by the Teacher, YLea.

Earthians love drama, theirs and that of others.  Endlessly, pointlessly, daily, they create and re-create their dramas and melodrama-dramas.  They suffer in them and entertain themselves with them.  All of their systems rely on drama to promote themselves.  Their divinities – whatever they believe in – are nothing if not complete drama.  All advertising is based on drama.  Fashions and fads are drama.  Love affairs, their successes and more obvious failures: all drama.

Why is drama so popular and necessary to life on Earth?  The only conclusion is because every Earthian was “created” to be an actor who performs on cue.  Life on Earth is basically pointless, beginning nowhere, leading nowhere.  Rich or poor, famous or unknown, what is the difference in the end?  Where’s the payoff, whether one is a good or a bad actor?  Whatever is being said has already been said; whatever is being done has already been done. You cross the Mediterranean Sea in a trireme or fly across in a private jet… and the difference is?   

If the Earthian actors were permitted to realize they are but bad actors in an endless soap opera some would probably be intelligent enough to question the wisdom of repeating the same moves ad nauseam.  To keep an entire world as an on-going live performance over hundreds of thousands of years for the entertainment of sophisticated galactic watchers requires great skill on the part of script writers and producers.  Some Earthians do wake up to the fact that all is not as it seems here.  These “actors” are summarily written out of the production: the show must go on.

I have always wondered about the necessity of maintaining vast numbers of unknown and innocent victims — those tens of thousands who die each day of preventable causes.  Who benefits from this?  Not Earth, certainly.  But these “extras” are necessary to the drama.  All those deaths make it so much more real. How long would wars remain popular if no one died in them?  

Would we not be moved to resolve our gross planetary injustices if the power to do so was really in our own hands? Actors say what the script tells them to say and do what they are told to do. So, without committing suicide, how do we get off the stage when we realize we really do not like the part assigned to us? 

About Conspiracy Theories and Programming

This is meant to be a sort of follow up to my last blog post, “For the Greater Good”

[more thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]

This is meant to be a sort of follow up to my last blog post, “For the Greater Good”

I concluded with my usual comment about homo sapiens programming, well, let me just quote the last two paragraphs:

“the programming was put in place by ultimate predators no one (no normal Earth mind that is) can become aware of or the game would be up. The programmers need their victims: solar systems, planets, sentient life, everything, to maintain their empire; to attempt to satisfy their insatiable hunger. What they fear most isn’t rebellion but the awakening of intelligence throughout their conquered worlds. Their fear is real. It has already happened on some worlds; it is happening on many more. But never fear, Earth isn’t one of those.”

Most readers will immediately discount that last paragraph as delusional or at the very least, science fiction imagination. Pay attention to that, it’s telling “you” that your programming is working to perfection… to continue believing and subconsciously destroy everything good you always dreamed of as a possibility. On Earth, no good deed remains unpunished.”

Although I have written quite a bit about this “problem” of programming and it’s likely to remain that few, if any, will actually pay attention to the severity of this situation and more certain to do all in their power to discredit anyone foolish enough to broach this taboo subject, it does bear restating and if possible, explaining. 

For me the suspicion that Earthians are programmed (not brainwashed) to think and act in certain ways grew as I practiced the old rituals of Catholicism. I began to clue in that God and the so-called pagan gods were real enough and possessed of natures and traits highly deleterious to mankind’s mental, moral and spiritual health. They were predators. The other most obvious clue comes from our own history. There is a saying that ‘history repeats itself’ but it isn’t history that repeats, its homo sapiens that repeats all of his ghastly mistakes and turns them into horrors which are described by a very long list of adjectives, beginning with war, genocide, misogyny, racism, torture, oppression, extortion, lies and corruption and etc… History only records the fact.

That became a certainty for me as a result of the work of the Teachers. They explained that man’s ancient “gods” were actual servants of a grouping of powers, or predatory forces, who imposed a matrix over this universe using an invention called “Time” to control every facet of life within this boundary. Not surprisingly they have been nicknamed “Time Lords”. Who they really are is not known. It seems both rational and logical to assume they hail from another universe from which they were likely expelled. 

For the programmed, this is fanciful imagination, bad science fiction or possibly blasphemy. As the promoter of this idea I wouldn’t want to be writing this, for example, in any area ruled by Sharia law or in the days when the Catholic Church kept the torture engines of its Inquisition going, unless of course I had a death wish.

Out here, today, we’re more civilized; just as ignorant but more civilized. We don’t torture, flog, jail for life or decapitate blasphemers or dissidents. We just write them off or… no, wait, I almost forgot about Julian Assange and Chelsea Manning, not to mention those unfortunates in Guatanamo bay and other CIA black bag sites worldwide. So there you are: endless repetition questing for more victims. Nothing changes.

OK, so you are faced with an unacceptable claim. How should it be handled?

There are three ways.

One, it should be rejected out of hand and forgotten and back to whatever passes for “normal” in your life.

Two, it should be immediately accepted as absolute truth – for whatever personal (emotional) reason you may have. Maybe just because it fits in with a mindset developed from watching Star Wars or reading The Silmarilion or Lord or the Rings by Tolkien or reading too many conspiracy theories and predictions. Sort of an “Ah-hah!” thing. A validation.

Three, it should be read and re-read to grasp what is being offered as a possible explanation for very serious repetitive Earthian failings which have continued; which continue; which remain unexplained and have held that status for millennia.

Handling such a claim shouldn’t be a categorical “yeah” or “nay” but a “what if?” That of course is predicated upon having a mind capable of open-ended reasoning. I’ve said it before, though I didn’t invent it, there is a truism that says something like this: No one has ever had their brain fall out of their skull for keeping an open mind.

I proceed on the assumption that everything is real on some level. It’s up to me to familiarize myself with that level so I can understand that particular reality. It’s the only truth I can ever know. I am not a conspiracy theorist – I leave that to much smarter people than I. I am a dissenter – a world of difference. Lies are just as real as truths. It does no good to point a finger at someone who is lying – one must seek to understand the purpose for the lie, or lies. A lie, especially from someone holding public office, means an agenda. The lie is irrelevant; it’s the agenda that matters. Under the programming only the lie is seen. Then it is gossiped about and the agenda slips through unnoticed until it is established. Then it’s too late. The lie, you see, is deliberate misdirection and only the de-programmed won’t fall for it.

Okay, that’s it for today. Tomorrow is promised to no-one.

For the Greater Good

[thoughts from ~burning woman~ ]
What is the one sentence used by anyone in some position of power over the rank and file that should set any intelligent mind tingling?

”It’s for the greater good.”

Yeah right: The gambling casino advertising that’s its sole reason to exist is to give people free money.

Any semi-intelligent mind has to know that the last thing those in power are interested in is “the greater good.” So why use that particular line then? Because it works, it always works. Even those who know better; those who do not want to believe, end up believing. Or if they don’t believe at the very least they’ll want to “do something” and if it’s an election they’ll cast for “the lesser of evils” as if there ever was such a thing.

That was as far as I got that other evening when I realized the late hour, the need for sleep to face the next day’s ordeal.

Today I’m thinking maybe such an obvious observation should just be deleted like I’ve deleted thousands before. Yeah,

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
(excerpt from “Everybody Knows” – Leonard Cohen)

So why repeat it, then? Seems so pointless. Yet the question won’t go away: why, despite all evidence to the contrary, do people continue to believe in and support “the System”?

The next obvious question is what would happen if just for once “the people” stopped believing and supporting?

The answer to the first question is programming. People are programmed to believe. They really can’t help themselves. Even if they get really mad and violently uproot one gang of predators (France, Russia) and kill them, all they can manage is establishing something as bad or worse (Napoleon, Stalin). That likely explains why in these times people are unwilling to step over the line drawn in the sand by their elites and kill them off. Public education has made too many of them aware of the hopelessness inherent to violent revolution, and if not violent revolution, then what?

There is nothing in their programming to replace the status quo. I’ve read thousands of books, articles, essays ad nauseam, looking for something that proposes genuine, radical change, the kind that would eliminate any and all aspects of the status quo. Many describe the evils of predatory capitalism and the military industrial complex. Many describe the evils inherent to traditional religion. Many propose “changes” within these evils but none ever lay out any real change, any total change.

“The people” exist within a choreographed dance of chaos and confusion and never was this more obvious than in today’s world. We exist within the most corrupt system of “rulers” this world (of man) has ever experienced. The corruption is endemic to the point where the “average Joe” thinks only of getting his own piece of the rotten pie. He still lines up dutifully; if reluctantly most times, at the slaughterhouse door convinced that this time, this particular time, there will be something personally beneficial for him when he steps through that door and punches his time card.

To the second question, if people stopped believing and supporting, the “System” which is nothing more than a cheap game board with a few loaded dice, would simply collapse. The only way the vile, corrupt, self-serving, predatory elites can continue to play their game is because they know how to take advantage of the programming imposed upon the peons (pee ons). They didn’t create the programming; they just discovered uses for the power over the herds of sheeple it gives them.

Could eight billion Earthians survive without the System’s madness? Could they exist without the folly? No, they could not. Therefore they would have to learn to live instead of simply existing. Not as easy as it looks. When you’ve spent an entire life as a believer, as a non-person, as the un-dead, it’s not easy to look at the world and think, “Hey, wait a minute, under all the fakery, the bullshit and the technocratic anti-life machinery there’s an actual natural living world and I have a natural, physical body that I can adapt to that living world. I don’t need this so-called civilization’s shit and its crap rules. I am a person. I can be a natural person. I can live not just off of, but with, this natural environment. I can let nature take its course instead of treating it like an enemy.”

That, of course, would spell the end of the programming. That is why it can’t happen: the programming was put in place by ultimate predators no one (no normal Earth mind that is) can become aware of or the game would be up. The programmers need their victims: solar systems, planets, sentient life, everything, to maintain their empire; to attempt to satisfy their insatiable hunger. What they fear most isn’t rebellion but the awakening of intelligence throughout their conquered worlds. Their fear is real. It has already happened on some worlds; it is happening on many more. But never fear, Earth isn’t one of those.

Most readers will immediately discount that last paragraph as delusional or at the very least, highly imaginative science fiction. Pay attention to that, it’s telling “you” that your programming is working to perfection… to continue believing and subconsciously destroy everything good you always dreamed of as a possibility. On Earth, no good deed remains unpunished.