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Masquerade
Tuesday, August 7, 2012 13:08
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Musings On The Finite Statist Machine
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That old fisherman just
headed down to the lake again, pole and bucket in hand. It’s so quiet here. I can hear the hollow sound from his bucket
when he first sets it down on the ground.
I like that. There’s a comfort in
the ordinary. I grew up far from this tiny lake, surrounded by water. Fish and clams and minnows and fisherman were
my everyday. This familiar scene runs
very deep and soothes me somehow.
headed down to the lake again, pole and bucket in hand. It’s so quiet here. I can hear the hollow sound from his bucket
when he first sets it down on the ground.
I like that. There’s a comfort in
the ordinary. I grew up far from this tiny lake, surrounded by water. Fish and clams and minnows and fisherman were
my everyday. This familiar scene runs
very deep and soothes me somehow.
Little else does right
now. I feel as if I am at a masquerade
ball. We are dressing up in costume for
business as usual, while beneath these masks it is anything but. We are unrecognizable. Nothing is at it seems.
now. I feel as if I am at a masquerade
ball. We are dressing up in costume for
business as usual, while beneath these masks it is anything but. We are unrecognizable. Nothing is at it seems.
A hawk circling high
overhead, just swooped down low, a few
feet in front of my eyes – as if on command.
An omen. We are entering powerful
times. Every cell of my body feels it. I
couldn’t sleep last night. My “Mom” mask
may be buying school supplies, but my light worker self can barely contain her
excitement. It’s pretty wild to be
contemplating the price of notebooks while simultaneously saving the world.
overhead, just swooped down low, a few
feet in front of my eyes – as if on command.
An omen. We are entering powerful
times. Every cell of my body feels it. I
couldn’t sleep last night. My “Mom” mask
may be buying school supplies, but my light worker self can barely contain her
excitement. It’s pretty wild to be
contemplating the price of notebooks while simultaneously saving the world.
We are super heroes in
disguise – We look like regular people, yet beneath these calm exteriors lie
powerful forces. Don’t you feel like
that?
disguise – We look like regular people, yet beneath these calm exteriors lie
powerful forces. Don’t you feel like
that?
It’s like every fantasy
rolled into one. There’s good guys fighting
corruption, space ships, natural disasters, help from the heavens and
everlasting love. It’s all here and yet,
while it goes on, we pay our bills, mow our lawns and talk about the weather.
rolled into one. There’s good guys fighting
corruption, space ships, natural disasters, help from the heavens and
everlasting love. It’s all here and yet,
while it goes on, we pay our bills, mow our lawns and talk about the weather.
We have families to raise,
money to earn and a planet to save. Not
just anyone could do this you know. It
takes one powerful being to pull off such a stunt. Our masks are so well constructed the vast
majority of the population will never even know they exist. We are that good.
money to earn and a planet to save. Not
just anyone could do this you know. It
takes one powerful being to pull off such a stunt. Our masks are so well constructed the vast
majority of the population will never even know they exist. We are that good.
We were chosen because of
our ability, determination and power. We
are the light – one force of absolute love here to lift a world out of darkness
and propel her into a brilliant new dimension.
our ability, determination and power. We
are the light – one force of absolute love here to lift a world out of darkness
and propel her into a brilliant new dimension.
Our voice gets stronger all
the time. You could hear the start of
this new song with the OWS (Occupy
Wall Street) movement. It continues.
Just listen to what many of us, speaking as One, can do: We are exquisite.
the time. You could hear the start of
this new song with the OWS (Occupy
Wall Street) movement. It continues.
Just listen to what many of us, speaking as One, can do: We are exquisite.
Our efforts to topple
corrupt regimes and institutions will set us free. All of us are discovering we have a voice,
and our song just keeps getting louder, our harmony perfect. We are
not debt slaves. We are love, and
love cannot be stopped.
corrupt regimes and institutions will set us free. All of us are discovering we have a voice,
and our song just keeps getting louder, our harmony perfect. We are
not debt slaves. We are love, and
love cannot be stopped.
You did that. You are here because you knew there would
come a day when you’d be needed. We may
never take our masks off and that’s okay. We’re good with that. We know who we are.
come a day when you’d be needed. We may
never take our masks off and that’s okay. We’re good with that. We know who we are.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
2012-08-07 13:01:55
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