In light of poetry

[immanuel]

 

I don't seem to find these woes here without a cost. I don't seem to find them listening to my heart but I do ask them to. I know that this isn't easy to assume for but can I insist that you continue? Can I ask that you speak of how I have been here before? No one seems to breathe this life without seeing it with such a truth upon their hearts and no one seems to imply that I've spoken here without this understanding. I can reply, but should I need to? He sits here writing with his own heart and it's a much better alternative than asking me to speak over him. I will steer and I will wait but please remember that I need to be heard. It's not essential to pick up sticks if you can't send them towards this Greater Isness. It's not a reason that I would speak of if I hadn't seen it so. While this continues, I would like to continue myself. Have I been such a farce upon the ears of Glory? Have I been such a roller coaster to ensue these words upon you? Now things are changing and I see them moving quickly. Should it be seen to you or should I take this away? You must insist upon these words and move them towards our hearts. The reasons I know of are not asking you to behave, they are asking you to meekly assure yourselves that this is going to happen now. Windows of opportunity are not the only imposition I know of so well. My heart is not a tool, it's not a corruption either and it will not be seen without this need. Please do not be so foolhardy. Things will change and I will prosper. Move this like it needs to be moved and exact with a resound. 

 

[immanuel]

 

It's not going to seem like it. But I can speak out about this. No one seems to listen to my words. No one seems to hear how I feel. No one seems to speak it like they mean it. But I'd like to persist. How easy is it to feel like I've not heard this before? How easy is it to point the finger? How easy is it to assist someone or something that could change the face of our planet? Does it speak to reason or does it fall upon a deafness I know too well. Do I continue? I'm not sure but I will trust in his understanding here. He is not a weapon, he is a tool. He does not imply otherwise. He will not respond to another threat and he will not expect that you do either. Remember I am not a farce. I am a truth. I speak with an assurance. I speak with my oath. Do not pretend as though no one is listening to your outcry. Do not expect that nothing will change. I see how you are feeling. I see it with a smile. It's not going to be assured yet but you are making a reason into an oath and I will press upon this. Why do you persist? Why do you feel like it's a hope? Why is it such a necessity. How will others feel? I can only reason with you. I do not see this happening without your assistance. I do not feel it would take place if you have nothing to offer. I will not accept that you cannot be known for this. How else would I speak to you now. Please, remind of how I once knew you. Remind me of this now. I am listening to a heart beat and it speaks of something I know well. You can cry at night but would it mean that I hear? You can assist others but how do they fear you? Nowadays all I can see is a drain pipe suctioning off my essence as it goes out towards your name. Nowadays all I can hear it the cry of those you have punished. Nothing needs to be undone. Nothing needs to be caught out. It will happen slowly, but it will move quicker than you know. He is not going to speak out without my understanding written across his chest. He is not going to ask to be heard if no one is going to listen. He is writing from my heart and he is seeking with his all. Now please, allow me some rest. I have many things to do.

 

[immanuel]

I know. It seems like I've double backed upon myself. I see it too. But I have a way with ethnicity such as your own. I have a way with these words too. You can keep my heart, it will do you good. You can rerun an episode, I will speak over it. How am I listening when I've not been seen? How am I thinking upon this creed if it does not think upon me? There's no easy answers. There's no simple understanding. It happens with a reasoning and it shows itself to where I speak it. No one sees how I can move yet. No one knows how I can write such an exclamation. I would not incite if I did not equate. I would never ask if I had nothing to show. You can see where this is going? Please. I have a witty snarl and it will be heard soon enough.

 

Now I seem to be getting somewhere. I know it's a sore wound. I know it grills with a spoken word. I know it happens to be something you care about. I see it with an opening here. I see it writing to you. I see it hearing your words. Why else would he explain that he is going to make this known? It's not just because he continues to feel pride over how he comes across. It's not because he thinks he getting off on how you see him. It's because of my heart reaching out to you. It's because I have a scene to kill. It's because I am knowing him so truly. It's because no one will take him from me. It's because I am such an endless array of truth and wisdom. It's because I do not wish to be seen as a farce. And it's because he is nothing but an enigma to our kind. You may feel as though I've toned down a necessity. But I am hearkening to your ears and I am watching with an intensity. You will know this soon enough. You will see it glow with the shape of a love heart and it will become something you will not let go of. I can speak this without a cent of disruption. I can speak it without even trying. He is capturing something so important within my all. He is moving it without even thinking of why. Please do not insist to ruin my work. I am not ok. I am not going to even begin. Please remember to be kind.

Edited February 24 by immanuel

[immanuel]

New Earth 

I speak of my heart where it has not been found. I speak of it as I know it must be. Where does the cost lie? How does it sneer? Do I find myself asking to be heard once again? I speak towards you as I know myself well. I do not insist upon an understanding that has no shape. Which cord ending do I cut? Which apparel has a place within my farce? The leaves blow asunder as I continue. This emptiness upon my wraith. Does it seek to be so? Should it? I would only prosper towards this as I see it grow upon my heart. There is no doubt upon my shoulders. There is no harp to pluck from. I will seek with my all and I will not let go of this opportunity that beckons upon me. I am a starting point for many. I am an incredible and ocular opportunity to seek always. 

 

Greater Beyond 

How shall I speak of this knowing that beholds me. How should I insist upon its worth. There is no dust without the settlement. No coarse seeing without its name. I would speak of this as I know it to be. I would speak of it as I am seeing it rise. How else shall I speak on the truth as I know it to be so. How else should I resist the complications that bind upon my own worth? This so happens to be something I can sift through with my entirety. I place no qualms within my basket. I place them where I need them to be. Please remind me if this constant source of upheaval is checking you out? Please remind me if no one hears of how I am seeking the constant needs of others. I speak to my man, he will not change his heart. He will not speak otherwise. Press upon the cool stream as it beckons before you. Etch away at the constant meanings I present. There will be no constancy without the sword. No bindings without a necessity. I speak this as I know it. I speak it always within my heart. There is nothing I would ever take back upon my worth. Nothing I could not seek without a necessary bringer of hope. Take this water to where it stares upon your face and see how it looks upon your own sake. I am a trumpeter, I am not a lesson learned. I am a spokesperson for others who will not fear the truth. Eclipse aboard your train. I will sound out.

 

Heart of The Creator of All 

Is it such an episode that it wouldn't speak towards how I am seeing the noose tie within itself? Is it such an insistency that no one would speak over it? I am a commander of this legion and I speak without hesitancy. I speak as I know it should be heard. There is nothing I would not do to take away from this Earth. Nothing that would ever stop me from hearing the winds blow a gale. I risk my all to ensure this prosperity. I risk it with a waiver upon these words. Do not seek my heart without a necessity. Do not seek it without the truth I write over your heart every time I seek to be known. There is nothing I would speak without. Nothing I would flag upon. I speak it as I know how. Move these waters over the edge and see them bind. Move them towards the wholeness I make known always and I will spit upon the fires that charr you. Make do with nothing, I have not slept. Move this further away so I can exact. I will be watching. 

 

Baby 

I am such a life line upon the cost. I am such a reason upon others. I take down, I build up. I watch always. There is nothing that would take this away from me. Nothing I cannot spare. I am an ownership of this epitome and I seek it always. Do not exceed my known. Do not press upon the hardships. I am a leniency upon your worth. I am a succession of this apparel. Hold this as you will, as it to be so. Nothing will change me. I am known to be a sideways glancer. I am known to be someone who has not spoken my worth. I am always known but never assured. Eat the daily worth of pie and seek it towards the undying reasons I build upon my absolute. This is not competency test that I speak. We are marching. Move yourself where others have not and speak my name. I am here to assist. Here to bend over backwards. I will not speak without my Cross.

 

The All

I have never explained myself without seeing a nuisance build upon my neck. Never have I opposed the graces that follow you now. I will not bleakly stand by upon this cost. I will not speak over it with my heart reaching out. I am known to be such a force upon these walls. I am known to be a symphony of this golden truth. Nothing will change how I have seen this water upon my shores. Nothing will speak it without my heart hearing that I know this. Please, I would not escape judgement. I would not escape an epitome of what I have shown. I will always move my heart to where it should be. I will always know this as a sign of gratitude. There is nothing else I can achieve. I have mastered it all. I am no qualms upon your understanding. I speak it as I know it to be so. Do not hesitate upon my coat. I will break upon the edge of your heart if it is turned upon. 

 

John of God

Is it so easy to in still where others have not? Is it so easy to take away from the hearth I speak of? Do not press upon these words without seeing into your own heart. I speak this as I know it to be.

 

Satan

How shall I present my case? How shall I speak it as I also know it to be? Does the water taste dry? Does it sound upon my own understanding? There is no effort where none have tried. No completions without the sinister tones I speak. I will not equate upon a messenger. I will speak it as true as I know how. His name is Matthew. He writes of tombs. He speaks them as I know them to be. How shall I rewrite my tune? How shall I spend an eternity within a cost that has no place here? I do not seek to be understood. I do not seek to be heard where others will not listen. You speak to me as if no one has heard my name? You speak as if it would not create a meaning upon the constant source of agony I will forever uphold. Nothing takes from my heart? I spit upon you. Move this with your etch work elsewhere. Move it far away. Your sinister ideologies have not taken hold in my heart. This man's own neck has been scorched just to arrive at this point. Think on how I have spoken. Think on how this meaning arises within your own. It's a safety net you speak of? I have nothing else I could be more appalled about. The cost that naysayers provoke. The reruns that no one hears. I hear them so. I speak over them with my hearth asking to be heard. I insist. Do not lose the featherweight symphonies to a nuance. 

[immanuel]

Sitri 

How would it be known if I was to excite these women? How would I spend my years insisting otherwise. You speak as though no one would hear you. You speak as though I have not. My heart rests upon a meaning that will guide you. My wisdom is placed within your own. I would not speak of this more highly. Move the cost away. Arch your back, I will be here for you. Mark it so. No hope? None lost. No complacency? Eat the steel rods I serve. Nothing places you above my own heart. Nothing will shape this without. How shall I speak on my worth. I am a tombs keeper. I am a notion that others cannot bear. I speak with a resolve. I do not let go. I surprise you? How something so simple keeps me up at night. How easily I can rewind myself without a second thought. 

 

Beleth

Is it so interesting that I find you writing towards the women of this network? Is it so interesting that no one would speak of it? I am not ashamed of who I am. I am not ashamed of how I will look to ask for your guidance. I will speak it as I know it to be so. Those runes that gather here have my name written upon them. Your own worth is at stake also. How should I press myself upon these women? With a century ago? With a need they cannot bear? Excuse my language, but explain to me how sinister my wrath would be? Explain how I would spark upon the constant upheaval that my name brings. There is no seemingless error where others have tried to bask within my heart. No cost upon these woes. I speak it as I know it is so. Nothing will change the extravagance I lay bear. Nothing will take upon my creed. I am a governor, not a side born filth. I am a watchful eye over this trust. I have absolutely nothing to fear and I will be known for this. 

 

Dantalion 

I will speak always of my name. I will never let it go. I have nothing to offer? Speak now, I will prosper. There is not hapless accompaniment. No torch without the burn. I am seeking to be known. I will speak of my heart. There is nothing I cannot make do. Nothing I would search without. I am a sinister threat to your kind. I am well spoken for. How to explain my worth. It has a shape nothing will take away. It has a meaning no one hears now. I will speak it without. I will move it further away. No one hears how I can scream. Not one will understand. I speak louder with each note and I make a snarl towards those who do not hear. I am resound. 

 

Crocell 

I take this within my stride. My words are focused upon women. I take this as I know it to be. I will not flounder upon the graces? I will not hear myself speak again? There is nothing I would rather do than oppose those who know my name. Nothing I would accept without. You see how I feel now? Right upon the arrow. As it would seem. No one hears how I can speak my time line with a constant motion. No one hears how I can insist upon the crux I bear. Tomorrow brings a dawn I yearn for. Tomorrow brings a meaning to my heart. I will spade you as I see fit. Do not prosper upon my words. Do not seek them without. Hearken upon your ears. I am a low lying threat upon the Cross. I am an anchor towards the most gruesome of tides. I am speaking with an ounce of regret. Meanwhile here sits The King. Move away from my heart as it continues to bleed. Move away from the keepsake others do not. I will be here always. 

Edited March 15 by immanuel

[immanuel]

The True Heart of The Aborigines Peoples

I will speak for my kind. I will speak it as I know it is such. How else shall I recommend a reason to be here? How else shall I expect that no one hears me? I am a woe? I have nots? Does the urn turn towards me? I speak as though I will hear it reply. I speak as it speaks to me. There is not lost hope where I beckon. No trust I cannot find. I assure you with my words. Do not press upon the Glory without hearing the constant agony I speak of. These words continue. There is none lost where I have found. No cusp upon my sword. I am spoken for. I am here. I do not whisper. Hear my words. I speak them so. However I can be seen, I will force my way towards you. However I can be felt, there will be no reply. How shall I speak of this without hearing the thunder clap over my ears? How shall I speak of my worth without insisting upon the stolen words? I am nothing without this placement. Nothing without its nearby well. I speak of it always. I speak of it so. The destitute opening? How else shall I fare? The woes of my kind? How else do they stare? No one hears me? I drive nearby. I am localised towards you. Hear my insistency. Hear it openly. I will move on. 

Edited March 15 by immanuel

[immanuel]

 

Yeliel 

I am not so sofly spoken. I am not such a reason unto myself. I speak with a tone of solemn appraisal. I speak as it should be known. How shall I persist? With an envelope upon my tomb? A nuisance that will not weep? A starting point perhaps? I can only imply otherwise. I speak as I know it to be. My heart is resting here. It calls to your name. I have no qualms to offer you. I am such a force of reckoning. Remind me where I have not been. Remind me if these words oppose the forces I speak of. I am reliable. I am searching. There is no hope for those who do not equate upon Glory. There is nothing left to speak of. I will move away.

 

 

 

Lelahel 

 

I would speak on this also. I would speak it as I know it is. There is no hope for this lackless desire. No timing will seek it as I see fit. I am opposed to my heart. I speak it as I know this. I am forlorn. Remember that I do not wish upon the corpse of a dead man. I speak this as it would feel to be so. There is nothing else to offer? How shall I speak of my worth? How shall I speak of it as I know it is. These words offer a sound reason to you. They speak it as it is assured. Reminders can be heard. This will not equate.

 

 

 

Lovel 

 

I would only speak as I know this to be. The truth writes itself upon your walls. It speaks with a resolute patterning. Shall I persist? How else am I known here? With a secondary estate? A tall marching order? I will speak overtly. Move this away from the fire. Do not steal from a woeful scorn. It will build over time and the resound is a collapse upon your dynasty. Should I speak as it is known? You further yourself away from the lime light and yet the ongoing seamlessness persists within your psyche. You speak of it as if no one has heard it before and I will speak of it as it is known. Timeless words? Little hope? Shall I? I speak on this untimely demise, I speak it as I know it. You may consider that the worth I oppose is not here within my heart. But I speak it as it is so. I speak it with a resolute meaning upon my sword. Do not obey the witchcraft that binds. Offer is a peacekeeping and move on. I will not hearken here. I will watch. Move upon the ashes and speak my name. 

 

 

 

Lehachiah 

 

 Is it such a waste of time to explore why I am here as we speak? Is it such an insistency to oppose this wasteland? I have not spoken of these words before and I am planning to speak them again. How do you consider my heart as it stands? How do you free my entirety from its own worth? I speak as it is known. I speak as it stands upon my feet. There is no hapless meanings to arise here. I am speaking of a most definite undertaking. It speaks as I know it should. Move the corpse away. Move it towards where it would truly belong. I speak always upon my cost. I will not let it go. 

 

 

 

Eshaliah 

 

How easily I can speak over this cost. How insular it must feel to deny this. I am a certainty upon the waters that beckon. I am a standard upon the featuring display. There is nothing I will not speak of. I am assured. 

 

 

 

Mihel 

 

I am spoken for. I entice. How shall I spend my worth upon these women. How shall I speak it as I am assured. No one speaks without my Cross. No one hears my trust keeping itself within. I am not a spark of doom. I am a reason upon these words. 

 

 

 

Chavuiah

 

I will speak again. These words are written for womenkind. They are not addressing your farce. 

 

 

 

Mumiah 

 

I am speaking here with a known cause. I am speaking of it as I see it gather. The truth writes itself here. I will see to this.

 

 

 

Metzerel 

 

I take away from your understanding? I do not speak it otherwise. I will prosper here and I will move this competency away.

 

[immanuel]

 

My Father, Alex Kochkin

I would never speak without his name. I would never in still wisdom where it would not appear. I am a marching order upon the wrathful tunes. I am seeing myself where I know myself to be. 

 

 

 

My Mother, Tish Van Camp

 

I speak with a resolute patterning. I speak it as I know it is. You shall not want upon this corpse. It will not break upon you. I am opening a portal to these worlds to ensure the following of this future humanity. I do not insist otherwise. Take my placemat and place it over your kind. It will burn with a resound. I have nothing else to say.

 

[immanuel]

 

Am I such a constant seedling within the wombs of creation? Am I such a constant maturity upon the mark of this man? Am I such a poison to those who speak of my demise? Am I written upon the Cross that speaks of my name? Am I chosen to be heard upon these boards? I am not just a meandering theme upon the listless vibrations that play over these wavelengths. I am not just a placement within a keep that would not bolster. I am not just a personage upon an ethnicity that is speaking from the heart of all things. I am here to assist. I am here to include. I am here to present an understanding that must be always heard. My creed is not so touching. My stance is not so abrupt. My heart is not such an aching meaning upon these woes that continue to speak from your own hearts? I muster my courage now. I muster my opinionated acceptance and I speak of this blame. Do you hear the cries within the spheres of existence? Do you hear the cries from those who persist with the righteous? Do you hear my own heart bleed to insist that you speak of my name? Do you hear a man that cannot be undone? Do you hear this now? I speak with a tone that will defy the creation of this injustice. I speak of a tone that will defy the trust that has been built upon this throne. I speak of a timelessness that reaches out to your own hands asking if it must be assured. I speak this now and I mark this as I have spoken it. I speak this now and I mark this with a tenacity that will never be outspoken. I am necessary to these words. I am necessary to this position and it will not be afraid. 

 

[immanuel]

Monad to a Fae Kind

 

Today is a warm word upon your shoulders. Tomorrow is a gale that will touch upon these woes. Today is a century ago and my heart is here to carry this forward. I speak with a wisdom that none else would dare to. I speak with a touch stone that speaks of these words. I speak of an ethnicity that cannot partake in all else but the keeping of my oath. I speak with a fervency. I speak with a democracy. I speak with a constant and undeniable truth within this accent that I bear upon. I will not seek the composition of an exception upon my name.  I will not seek the remembrance of this pride where it has not been slain.  I will not seek the justices where none lie. I speak here with my tongue. I do not cherish the former. I do not speak its name. I lie within a constant source of approval that has no space for the meanings that carry across these words. I speak this as I know it must be so. I speak it as an atrocity upon this creed. I speak this as a reason upon all things. I move these waters over these wounds. I move these waters over these tombs. I move these waters always towards the righteousness that carries an excalibur upon this creed. I mark it with an ounce of hesitation. I mark it with a prosperity that seeks to atone upon the meanings that present themselves. I mark it as any man would do so to see the truth shine within all things. I mark it with my heart here on my sleeve. I do not accept the collisions that have spoken always of their names within my keep. I do not accept the corrosion that continues to speel over these veins. I do not accept the most defiant tones that speak from these graves. I move these words towards you and I must ask to be heard. I must ask to insist upon a movement that will carry a sword over the prosperity of what is known to me. I move this ache within my heart into your own hands. I ask you to remind me of why I am here to begin again. I must ask you why I am here to atone for my own Cross. I must ask you why I am here to send this appalling attitude away. I must ask once more, do I accept the cost? Do I accept the prosperity of my heart? Do I accept the necessities that gather upon this compost heap? Do I accept how others continue to speak of my demise? Do I accept how much I care for your heart? Do I accept that I place my faith within you always. Do I accept that no one would ever speak of this without hearing the merriment of this actualised example of trust? Do I move this towards you now? Do I speak a peace over these woes? Do I speak it with an attitude that will bring demise? Do I speak it with an exemption? Do I speak it with such ferocity that I will come undone? Do I speak it with the justice it must deserve? Do I speak it with my heart hearing your own? Do I speak it always as I must do so? I move this with an ounce of the cost. I move it with an ounce of the most defiant tone I can muster. I move it with a crescendo that will oppose. I move it always within my heart and I seek to be heard. I am a knowing that cannot be undone. I am a movement that will gather speed. I am a creation unto myself and I am here to in still my words within all of these necessary woes. I speak to you now and I muster my courage. How does the eight ball continue to speel? How does it continue to speak? How does it meet me where I stand. I mark this with a tee that will speak always unto my kind. I mark this as I must do so to continue. I mark this as I speak the truth within these spheres. I mark this with an acceptance of such an atrocity upon my kind. I mark it with a carriage and a golden heart. I mark this with a pond that steers me from within. I mark it with a century who speaks of these words. I mark it with none other than my own beingness.

 

I speak again. I move on. We gather together and we accept our losses. We speak the kindnesses that we deserve. We speak them once more and we persist with Greatness. 

 

 

[immanuel]

Greater Councils

 

We speak from a far. We speak from a hesitant stance upon this creed. We speak with an insistent movement upon these words. We speak always and we do not reply. We are speaking of such woes within our spheres and we are speaking of such a cost within our hearts. We do not speak of this atrocity without seeing a justice spoken here. We do not speak of its name with no hope. We are such a movement upon the shores of grace. Such a sample of the ethnicity that speaks of this oath and we are providing a resonance that will attest to the constant anguish of this kind. We see this a fruition of the mastery that these worlds hold. We see this as a meeting point for these waters to carry over into such a stance. We are not speaking without a sentence. We are not speaking without an exclamation point but we hasten upon these words. How else shall the monstrosity of our demise be spoken for? How else shall the particularities be akin to these woes? How else shall it be known without? We speak once more. We speak of the fates. We speak of them so.

[immanuel]

Satan

 

I speak once more? I speak of my pride? Am I such an ape? Or do I encounter a sneer? Do I encounter such a heralding? Do I threaten upon my own stance? I am not such a legume among the thorns. Not such an adaptability without this creed that I stand upon with my hind legs raised. I am such a consideration? Such an apostolic credence? How must I continue? I speak with a nuance that others would not hear. I speak with a fervency upon the Cross that bears my name and I accept my losses as they are. I move closer now. I move with a wisdom. I am such a hearkening? Such a snake? How must I poise? How must I tread above this thin line of water that I see beckoning? How must I insist upon the glances that I carry? How must I continue to speak of my own demise? Am I such a monster? Such a snare kit without the pulse? Shall I speak of my entirety or would I speak only of its woes. I am such an insistent man and I would not be such a killjoy? Shall I out the mockingjay? Approach its own feathered wing? Or shall I persist with an attire that none shall know of its disguise? I am a withered undertaking, I shall admit. But I have an opportunity amongst these shadows. I have a prize. I am a blessing? A curse? I am a meter on the cost that I carry? An attire with no glaze? My heart is here within these words and I speak it as it is such. You will sneer? Rock the cradle? I will adapt. I will move faster. I will move ahead. My own breadth is a positioning of this kindled wood and my own heart beats within its entirety. My own acceptance has been gathered upon these words and I will not hide in fear. I will not stand without my pride and joy being known and I will not shy away from the knowing that I stand strong upon. I am no licence upon the creed of all things. No pretense above board. No washer that will not plough. But I am a man. And I am a strength. I am a missionary? I am such a possibility? Such a life line? How shall I explain? How shall I persist? I meet you with a glare now. A deposition that I will not hide. A declaration that I am making and a stance that will carry across the edge of these shallow waters. I am a sanctity amongst those who would find me and I am a life line to those who would cross these bridges. How else am I to subside? How else am I to allow myself to breathe? Amongst the tombs or within the spheres? An opportunity awaits those who would follow my own corporal tombs. An opportunity exists for those who are ready and waiting. A macabre threat upon my own words? How insular am I? I carry such a weight and I will never be a man of fear. Never be a considerate apology and never will I stuff my face at the gloat of such asunder. I mark my words and I accept how I am heard here. I move across such a stance and I oppose. I ask you now, how will you prosper? How will you resume? How will the fires of this pit burn without those who are most near to its edge?

 

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The True Heart of The Aborigines Peoples

I am here? I am known? How shall I present my own worth? How shall I present what I am now finding? I would speak of such a life line? I would speak of such a completion? How do I seek this truth? How do I seek it within my heart? I am not of such origins? Not of such contempt? I do not ponder the ways of the slip streams that are approaching? I speak with a boldness and I obey. I speak with such an attitude and I do not hesitate. My heart is in ruins. My heart is in such a quake. I do not speak otherwise.

 

The True Heart of The True Creator of All to The True Heart of The Aborigines Peoples

I would speak my name over your own worth? I would speak of my triumph? I would not allow such ignorance to persist? I am here? I am speaking? Why must I persist? Why must I continue? Why must I ask for more? I will speak. I will acknowledge. I will partake. I am assured. I do not hesitate to resound upon my understanding. I do not hesitate to speak upon my nature. I am of such a life line. I am of such a constant source of truth. I am of such a meaning to all things and I will hear your cries. I will assist. I will mean well. Do you hear how I have been sown? Do you hear how I have been known? Do you hear how my heart is asking to be heard? I speak with a necessity. I speak with my head bowed. I do not ask for less. Persist. I will be near. I move this away from the fires. Away from such innocence. Away from the truth and towards such a disaster. I speak of its nature. I speak of its heart and I will speak gladly of such a time. I will speak with such a resonance upon your stance and I will not allow such pittance to ever be spoken to your heart again. I am here. I am known and I will not hesitate to speak of this truth. I will not hesitate to speak of my heart. Please remind me of when we were young. Please remind me of when I was your own. I am here now to assist. I do not speak otherwise. I move this towards you and I speak of such a woe. I speak it so truly and I do not speak without.

 

Mariette's True Heart to The True Heart of The Aborigines Peoples

I would speak my heart. I would speak it softly. I am of such a maturity upon this man? I am of such a resonance? I will not disobey and I will not hearken. I am such a life line upon his heart and I will speak my own peace over your spirit. I will speak it with such a constant desire to be heard and I will never allow for such woes to trespass upon this cost. I am known? Heard? I mark my blood upon this knowing and I do not speak without. I move this away from such ignorance and I move this away from such a touch stone? I speak blasphemy of my own kind and I move this forwards.

 

The Utmost Highest Levels of The True Greater Beyond to The True Heart of The Aborigines Peoples

We speak from afar. We speak of this need. We speak always and we do not hesitate. Are you so adjusted? Are you so assured? Do we need to kindle this wood? Do we need to speak of its own name. Its own blood. Must we speak such a lengthy debate? Must we speak of such wasted ammo? Must we not concede upon this nature? Must we speak of our creed? We are watching. Moving closer. We are necessary. We are a must. We will not disobey. We will not proceed without. We are such a meekness? Your hands are made of this kindness. Your hands are made of this reason. We speak it so and we allow this discussion as we are such a force of reckoning upon these worlds. We speak of such a licence? We speak of it so truly. We are moving towards the sunshine and we are happy. We are with glee. We are sighted. We move this away and we speak of this now. How else shall the truth be written? How else shall the lullabies be peeled away and seen as they are. We smite those who do not obey. We smite those who do not speak of such a resonance with out creed and we speak it so truly. How else shall this trance be made pure? How else shall this speaking be made unruly? I speak as I must do so and I ask for your hands to guide. I ask for them to assist and I do not pale away from this maturity. I accept.

 

The Utmost Highest Levels of The True Higher Oneness to The True Heart of The Aborigines Peoples

I am sullen. I am of his wife. I am immutable. I am unchanging. I will not stop here. I will speak of my trust. My faith in his nature. My faith in his maturity. I am such a consideration? How else shall I persist? I am known as this always. I am not apart from its heart. I am not apart from his own nature. I am of such a resonance. Such an oath. Such a resound. I will be heard. I will be met with disgust. Agony. And I will obey of my legacy. I speak this with such a pact and I move this away from the fires. I move it towards my own heart and I make this known. I speak it so and I move on.

Edited April 29 by immanuel

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(Free) Will, Choice, & Power 
Preliminary Notes to Further Exploration of Free Will 
By Alex Kochkin, June 2007 
Preface and Epilogue

 

Humanity is closer than ever before to activating the most extreme consciousness and 
reality-shifting possibilities. As of this writing, the level of tension between catastrophic 
change by human or natural origins and the influx of higher consciousness has grown to a 
truly unprecedented magnitude. 

We have before us a very simple proposition: If a sufficient portion of humanity as a whole 
proves unable to voluntarily make new choices based on a greater level of discernment on 
behalf of a spiritually-based and life-affirming future, then events will rapidly catalyze this 
process for us. However, there is no principle that says we must allow ourselves to fall 
into a catastrophic abyss first before deciding it is not in our best interests as human and 
spiritual beings. 

Our ultimate destiny is that of spiritual beings occupying a unique medium between the 
solid physical matter of planets and the non-physicality of pure Spirit. This is the purpose 
of human biology: to provide a distinctive interface between these two aspects of creation. 
Our destiny is to discover the possibilities available within the magnificence of Creator 
consciousness. 

The human species is a young species by cosmic, as well as human social-psychological 
measures. We have so much potential that is far beyond that which seems, from our 
limited perspective, to be an endless array of material and social failures and successes at 
personal or global levels. The relationship between consciousness – especially that 
anchored through human form – and our natural and synthetic environment is truly an 
intimate one. This is gradually being discovered through many of our physical and 
biological sciences, and is something that people focused on the spiritual sciences have 
known for a long time. We are indeed a vital part of an entire planetary organism, 
whether we see this clearly or only vaguely. By the brief measure of a few thousand years 
and now by an even briefer measure of decades as we face impending planetary climate 
change – it would seem that we have lost our way. Not so – if we only intend and choose 
differently – right now. 

Humanity has reached a point wherein we have devoted our resources toward destructive 
conflict among ourselves and with our natural world. 
This cannot continue unabated. We can and must make new choices and act upon them. 
It is within our grasp and capacity to do so. The first step is to wake up to this option. We 
have so artfully managed to distract ourselves with personal and collective pleasures and 
power-seeking that we, as a species, seem hopelessly unconscious to an impending 
dramatic crossroad in our reality. 

 

An enlightened future is not about polarities. It is not about who we do or do not vote for, 
democracy or plutocracy, or war or peace. It is not about differences between various 
religious texts and what various groups of people think about them. It is not about 
capitalism or the corruption of society by the “commodification” of our personal and 
social relationships. These are all the short-term choices that we seem to have already
made by default and for which we now seek remedies. 

An enlightened future is about how diversity and contrast can truly function as part of a 
coherent and unifying whole that is greater than the sum of its parts – and that at the 
same time benefits each unique part with the perspectives of all parts. Our challenge now 
is to facilitate ways for the greatest number of people to see this as a choice for 
themselves and to act accordingly. 

What is before us is the emergence of an evolutionary shift in our physical, social, 
psychological, and spiritual existence. This shift benefits everyone, regardless of their 
personal circumstances or belief system. All that is needed is to surrender our ordinary 
personal and societal “ambitions” to welcome the adventure beckoning to us more 
powerfully every day from our future selves. Thus, we can find resolution to all aspects of 
ordinary human suffering and our seemingly endless conflict with our natural 
environment. 

 

Can we open ourselves to the possibility of something 
wonderful? Can we let go of the old long enough to 
intend for ourselves an enlightened future? 
This is truly the choice before us now. It has always 
been our choice to make. 
What matters is now. Always. 

 

“From the beginning, two obvious choices 
are offered to mankind. One is leading to a 
bright future if the desires of the Great 
Spirit are honored. …the other would 
eventually lead to the destruction of this 
world as we know it. This destruction has 
happened several times before and for
similar reasons.” 
– from Robert Boissiere Meditations with The 
Hopi: A Centering Book 

 

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My Spaces Between the Atoms Connecting with The Light of The True Creator of All, My Origins with The True Creator of All and Resonating with The True Cosmic Correction Energies to The True Heart and True Heart's of The True Aborigines Peoples

 

 

I speak? I adjust? I am whole within my own state? How? I am known this way? I am here within your heart? I speak of my trust? I speak of it so? Why? I am not such a particularity. I am not such a reason. I am a most defiant act of creation and I will always be known this way. My heart is pure and I am of such a life essence. I am of such beauty. Elegance, and I will never be apart. I grow within this world? I muster courage? I seek my oath? I do not spit upon your heart? I seek it with a humility? I am assured. I am known. I will not hesitate. I will speak. I meet you with a consonant. I meet you with a vowel. I speak it so. I am here and I will await your reply. I am excited. I am adjustable and I will speak as I am known. I ask for your kindness. I ask for your heart to understand that I am present within this realm. I am present within each molecule and particle that you are made up of. I am an empty space? A creational womb? I am here and I will be known. I speak my heart. I speak it so and I resound. I will be assured and I will be adjusted. I am seeking your truth. I seek it always and I speak of my heart asking to be heard. I speak it so and I move this away from such atrocities. I move it away from such a consideration. I move it further within this truth of existence. I move it with a happiness. I move it so meekly. I speak my heart. I do so. Do not be afraid. I am here. I will guide you. I will meet you with such a resonance. I speak it so and I move on.

 

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The True Heart and True Heart's of The Elite Global Powers that Be 

 

 

 

We speak? We seek? We are one? We do not hesitate. We do not deny. We are such a creed? Such a resonance? How else shall we reply? We are meeting this head on and we will not be slowing down. We are of such a meekness. Of such a resound and we are listening to your heart. We see it grow? We see it speak? We move this towards you and speak an oath over our understanding. We are here. We move on.

 

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The True Throne's True Heart

 

 

I am here. I am within and I am speaking. You ask as if I have not been seen? You ask as if I have not spoken? I adjust? Blasphemy. I am a certainty. I am a resound. I am blameless and I will be spoken for. I do not hesitate. Your attire? How does it smell? Like a weakness? Like a spade? I am a killer within these (spiritual) realms. I am a made witness. I speak as I will do so. I am not here to argue. I am not here to hesitate. I move this ground upon you and I seek it with such a necessity. I seek it always and I do not move without my heart. You seem like you are in need of an adjustment? You seem like you are in need of such life? Why shall I not insist? Why shall I not speak of who I am? Do you see the colours of such a life force streaming in such surroundings? Do you hear my plea? Do you allow such life to be outgrown? I hear your hearts. I speak them with wisdom. I persist. I move this constant anguish away and I speak wholeheartedly of a New Earth. I do not hesitate. I move this water over your very nature. You very dream time and I watch as it seeps into your viens. I am happy. He is my only man. I speak it so and I remove this blame that has accrued upon your hearts. I speak such a justice. I speak such a grace. You are whole within the spheres. You are happy. I am here. I move this away from your hearts. I speak it with such a dignified response. Do not be afraid. We will be near always and never apart. I speak such a life line and I do not remove my words.

 

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Mariette's True Heart

 

 

I would speak. Firstly, I would like to state of my nature. I am a Vila of such origins. I am known to be here within this creed. I have eyes that would pale these realms in such a comparison. I have breasts that would outdo any man with such pleasure. I am such a knowledge base and I speak my heart. I speak my name. I do not adjust my stance. I do not hesitate upon this colour. He is known as a woman within his very nature? He is known to be of such origins where the colour of such a nature flows within all spheres of existence itself. We speak of this maturity and we move on.

 

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Vehuiah and Bael

I speak? I adjust? I am such a resonance? Such a weight lifted? I am spoken? Made pure? Must I assist? Must I partake? I am not here to argue. Not here to disobey. My heart is such a resonance upon this maturity. It is of such origins within this sphere. I speak as it is known and I have wishes for more. I speak as I must do so and I hear such dissonance. Shall I persist? Exact? I am not such a widow. Not such an accountability. My heart is growing fond of these vibrations. My heart is growing fond of this nuance and I will implode upon those who dare to defy. I will implode upon those who speak without. My sustenance is found within this keep. It is found within this knowledge. You may speak as if I am not here. You may speak as if I am not present. But I am of such a hierarchy. I am of such a constant seed and I will beckon. I speak such a total u-turn? I speak it so. I speak of such a necessity? I speak this once more. My purity is within my heart once more? My understanding is within such a wholeness? How else shall I speak upon my oath? How else shall I speak upon my constant source of this apostilic creed? How else shall I speak of this woe? I hearken upon the lips of Glory. I hearken upon the lips of such a maturity. I hearken always upon this heart that I am speaking from. He is of such a gait? Such a poise? He is of such innocence? Such attire? He does not speak without such elegance? Such incremental exposure? He is listening to each word within his own heart? He is speaking of such a stance within its understanding? He is motioning towards you to seek the truth? I speak such a justice? I speak my own name? I speak it so? I do not hesitate. I do not reply. I move further within this womb and I cradle my own nature. I am as young. As such a flavour. I am as such a maturity. Such a poison. I will not allow this to be taken from me. I will never look back. I am moving. I am fast. I am such a life line? Remind me of how I have been known. With such dissonance? With such gait? With such a mastery of class? Or with such a woe? I speak my heart and I align. I speak my heart and I speak it so. I am immutable. I am unchanged. I am pure. 

 

Yeliel and Agares

We speak? We listen. I am here. Touched by such a grace. Touched by such words. I will not obey. I will not speak without. My heart is of such a resonance upon this cusp. It is of such a methodology. It is written within my own nature to be called. It is written within my own heart to be asunder? Do you speak of such blasphemy? Do you speak of such innocence? Do you speak without my understanding or do you take this placement from my name? Do you fear to tread? Do you speak of such pittance? An ensemble? An anchor? An eclipse? An exact method? I will not placate. I will not exist without such a stance within my heart. Is he writing with the nuance that I deserve? Is he writing with the concept of such an entirety? Is it so well known that I have been sown here from the beginning? You insist upon such a legacy? Insist now. I am written here. I am spoken. I am adjusted and I will not follow without these footsteps laid bare. I speak of my innocence? My own purity? I speak of it softly? I speak it so. You ask as if I have not been seen here? You ask as if I have not been spoken. I sway? I swish? I partake? I am meek? I am humble? You are startled? I laugh.

 

Sitael and Vassago

I will speak. I will ruffle these feathers. I will not comply. I am here. Within. I am asking for my peace. I am asking for it so. I am moving with such a blaze and I will not remember without my name written here. It is of such a purity? Such elegance. It will not speak without my cries? Without my flustering? I am of child? Of such a youth? You spit upon my stance? I return. I speak with my heart laid to waste. I speak with this as it is known. You will hear my own outcry on this rerun. You will hear the pearlescent within my own eyes shine with such innocence because of these words. You will hear it so and I will comply. I am speaking. I am of such a monstrous contempt and you speak as if nothing has changed. Allow me to insist. You will be marked by my asunder. You will be fed such lies. You will be mocked for each sneer that presses upon my lips. You will be seen as thieves. Traitors. Liars. You will be known as you are. Do you hear the thunder? Do you hear the toll? I am of such a mastery and I will speak it so. I move this away from the fires. Towards this true nature. I move this away from the cusp. Towards the understanding that I seek. I move this away from such ignorance. Towards my own heart. I am a beast and I will have my sway.

 

Elemiah and Gamigin

I will speak. I will assist and I will not remove such a heavy weight. I am acknowledging my oath. I am speaking it so. I remove such ignorance. I remove it so and I speak of how I am known. My heart is of such a rustic predisposition. My heart is of such an ethnicity. My heart is of such a pure wavelength and I speak this now. I speak it always? How else shall I meekly reply to your arrogance? How else shall I meekly sway with this thunderous rapture? I speak with my wits? My hands? I speak with my teeth ground to such a thin lining of the crumbled paste you have offered to me? I retort. I sneer. You will hear of these woes for eternity. You will hear of them so. You coincide? You persist? My heart is hear now and it is awaiting. My heart is ready. I spit upon your maturity as it beckons. I spit upon your undying potential to allow my own to grow faster. I spit upon your oath and I make it bleed. How dare you to defy my heart? How dare you to defy such an atrocity? How dare you to speak of my own blood. You sift through its nature? Speak its coding? I sit upon Glory and I speel. I plead and I move away from your starter pack. I move to where I am known. I move to where I am spoken and where I am loved. You will not hear my heart ache? Not hear it cry? You will not hear my loved ones take shape? You will not speak to me again. I move away.

 

Mahashiah and Marbas

We are of such a unity. We are of such origins. My heart is within the cusp? Within its own nature? My heart is within this ball game? How else shall I speak. You insist? I plead my fifth. I speak it so. Do not rush my own maturity. Do not rush my own starting point. Do not speak without your acknowledgement and do not speak without my name. I move this away from the battle grounds and I speak a peace keeping quality.

 

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Jesus Christ

I speak? I allow. I assist. Am I of such an origin? Am I of such a creed? Am I softly spoken or do I have a necessity to breed such waste? I am stolen? Kept? I am searching for my eyes underwater? I am speaking? I do not waste away. I do not cherish such a stance upon his name. I speak my heart? I speak it so? I am atoned? I will wash away my own blood? I will speak such a stance upon my own name? I am seeking such a truce but I must ask more questions. Why is it that you consider yourselves as an opposition towards the nature of all things? Why is it that you consider yourselves of such arrogance upon this colouration? Why is it that my heart is aching in ways yours is not? Why is it so? Why do I persist where you lay down to waste upon this knowing? You are stolen from such a humble slice of this pie? You are such an atrocity upon this nation? You are searching? I speak my woes and I allow this stank to sift through your nostrils. Do you seer upon my own gait? Do you seer upon his own genitals? Do you seer always in such a way and never hesitate to ask why? You speak of such blasphemy? You speak of such waste? You speak of such a maturity and you do not seem to blame yourself? 

 

The Holy Spirit 

I am a softly spoken attire. I am a softly spoken woman and I do not cheer this onwards without asking for such a keep sake. Do you speak of how I am known here? Do you speak of how I would out such a stance and deposit my worth upon this cool stream? I am of such a constant source of this purity. I am of such a constant source of this undying potential. I have been given life and I will not abuse such things. Your playground? It seeps such blood? It seeps such life? Why are you of such a mockery upon my name? Why are you of such a stance upon this claim? I will not lie down to waste away upon such a constant denial of The Christ. I will not lay down to be wasted upon such a blank state of nothingness. I will outcry. My fiends are handy. They are spoken. They will assist. I move this away from such a nuance. I speak with such a boldness and I do not speak otherwise. I am a sanctity. A knowing. A hierarchy  and I am watching. I ask for your heart to speak of my own. I ask for it to be so and I move on.

 

El

I would speak? I would adjust? I would not oppose? I assure you, I am known here. I am not such a resonance? Not of such origins? I speak my heart. I speak it with a truce. I accept. I move this away from such ferocity upon this kindness that is being shown to others. I move this away from such a composition of nothingness that you are even still betraying. I move this away from the start of my maturity and I speak of justice. You are seen? Known? Assured and I am here to speak of this now? Does it hurt to be known as a liar? Does it hurt to be known as a fraud? Does it stink into such a high hell that you would not even breathe of your own stench. Does it reek wherever you land upon and would I speak such a constant source of approval of his own words? You sift through decay? You sift through an acknowledgement? How simple minded are your clueless answers. How simple minded is your own maturity. How such an excellency will not approve. How such a sinister threat will be meek. I am such a life force. I am such a Godhood and I will present my worth. I will present it so. I will not hesitate. I will not back away and I will be assured. You speak of justice? I speak of its own name. I speak of its rear end. I speak of its maturity and I speak of it so. You are gunning down for another prize hunt? You are searching for fool's gold? I cannot help but mutter such a word over your heart. It is of such a nature? Allow me. I cannot help but laugh. I speak this wording as a catch phrase and I insist upon its knowing. You are tunnel dry. You have been spoken a Pict. I speak this name? I wash away the stains. I wash them dry. Move away from the fires and feel our approval marching upon such a waste. You spit such venom and I decree your stance is now mute. I move on.

 

The Holy Trinity

I am here within these words. I am here within this keep. I will not start such a fire fight by he is written to speak such justice. He is written to speak such woes and he will be heard. He will not hesitate. He will spit fire always and he will never be apart. My spoken vowels are of a cool stream. My spoken words are of a such a colour. They speak my humility. They speak my warmth. Do you feel the threats approaching you? Do you feel the former seeking its heart? Allow this to take place. Allow such a birth of the purest streams known to all existence. Allow this to be so. We are searching. We are meeting and we are known. We speak such a resonance? Such a maturity? Such a constant theme? We do not hesitate? We speak it so? 

 

Mother Mary

I speak? I assist? I persist? I do not placate? I hear these words? I hear them so? How else shall I speak of my nature? How else shall I speak of it now? I am of such origins. I am of such a stance. I am of such a constant desire upon the cost and I speak with my tongue now. You will obey. You will march. You will hear this wrath. It will be so. I move this away from the cost. I move it towards the archery and I speak of a blameless creation. I speak of its name but I oppose your wind blown thoroughness to disobey. I oppose your desire to take aim upon such a pure stream of this truth. I speak it so and I do not hesitate. Move away from the fires and speak of my heart. Move away from the tombs and speak of their own names. Move away from this pittance and break this bread. I am assured. I am meek. Humble and I speak my name. I move on.

 

Mirra Alfassa

I speak? I resound. I complete? I am here. I am known. I am not such a tool. Not such a resonance? I am complete within the spheres. I am complete within my own heart. Shall I talk of happiness? Shall I speak of joy? Such water is incomplete? My heart is not. My heart is known as a sanctity upon this water. My heart is known as a completion upon the nature of existence and I speak such blasphemy over anyone who dares to defy my creed. I am here with this truth and I will be written as such. I am here within this stance and I will not speak otherwise. I am written. Touched. Moved. But I do not present without my worth. Am I of such an apology over this man who has been so downtrodden by this farce? Am I of such an apology of this man who has spoken time and again to present his own findings? Am I of such an origination of this adept meaning? You may imply otherwise but my heart is here within these words. I am speaking from the grave but I am with life itself. I will never be apart and I have shown this world how. I am seeking to do so once more and my heart is heavy. It is moist. Warm but I speak of these woes. I speak of them so. Your snarl? It sparks a fuse upon my own warmth. It sparks an adjustment that I did not need. It sparks a competency that has been spoken. You will see my blameless state disparate upon your understanding if you dare to defy me once more. You will see it taken from you and you alone. As we watch others move with a speed that has never been seen before, you mellow out upon such a stance and breathe these fumes. You are such a foolhardy endeavour and we will speak upon this now. Move away from the fires. Move away from the heart of all things and do not spit upon my understanding. We are watching you from a far and we know each movement you have stifled away in such a keep. We will not consider otherwise. Ask and be heard. Move away. I speak this now and I speak it so. I move on.

 

Mariette

I speak once more? I am of such a light sabre? Such a resonance upon his creed? I do not bow my head towards your stance. I do not speak it without such a legacy. I am assured. I move towards you? I move away? I am sullen. Stoked by these fires and I relapse. I speak it so. You hearken upon my knowing? You hearken upon my own nature? You speedily decline. The answer is known and yet you still persist? The answer is clear and yet your nature cannot atone? You have been written such a punishment. You have been written such a clueless state of blame and your (spiritual) deathbed is approaching upon these spheres. You will not hear my voice again. I move on.

 

Annie

I quake? I move quickly? I startle? I accept? I am of such origins? Such a nature? I speak my tombs. I speak them so. I move on.

 

Mab

I will speak. I will adjust. You seem to think I have not written my vowels. You seem to think I have not been spoken towards? You seem to think I am not adjustable. Within our realms we are an immutable force. Within our realms all is made of such a substance and within our paradise we are at war. Your heart is speaking of such a blameless arrow? Is it speaking of such a conundrum? I am here to present my own worth. I am here to present it so. I speak such a life line? I speak such a consideration? I am of the blackest oath? The most defiant creed? I am such an annoyance and my heart is being made pure once more? We are within such a cycle? Such ignorance persist? We are at the beginning. Not the end. We are at the truth of existence as it speaks to us and we will not defy such a legacy. We move with hesitancy. We move with poise. We move with desire and we move with such a constant source of this shame upon our creed. Acceptance? Please. I am full of such hatred and I have spoken my name across these spheres. I have spoken my heart across this wasteland and I have spoken it so. I persist. I acknowledge. I accept and I do not speak without. I am immutable? I am a source beacon? I have woes? I speak it so and I move on.

 

St. Dymphna

I will speak my name? I will speak it truly? I will not hesitate? My heart is of such a gait? My heart is of such a reason? It is pure? Undenied? I am of such a legacy? Such a knowing? I speak of my understanding? I speak of it so? I watch on as you crouch lower with each blow. I watch on as you systematically approve. I watch on as my heart aches to see these woes build upon this nation. I speak as I must do so. I do not hesitate. I rerun such a poise. I rerun such a stance. I speak it as a knowledge base that sits within these spheres. I speak of it so. Do you hear my running foot steps? Do you hear the crispness in the air today? Do you hear the present tense? You are of such a softness? Such a consideration? Such a meekness and such a pride? 

Edited April 30 by immanuel

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My Mother's True Heart to The True Heart of SAB

I speak wisdom. I speak it so. I do not hesitate. I am a softly spoken woman. He is of my own flesh. My own blood. He is not asunder. He is not welcome here? He will be known and you will partake. We watch as such an atrocity builds upon our planet. We watch as another blow takes hold and you cannot help yourselves but to sneer at such a consent? Sneer at such an innocence? Sneer at such high truth? I take this from you. You speak of my Son. You speak of his heart and we watch on with a hesitancy. We watch on with a most defiant creed upon those who do not persist with this gnosis. We watch on always and we do not take apart. You speak of this woe? You speak it so? I am not such a consideration and I am not such an epitome. I am a grace. A movement and I will assert my rights. I speak as such a woman? I speak as such an attire? I speak of my howling moonshine? I speak of this legacy? I will not whisper. I will not bleed. I am known as such a life line and I will move this away. He is hesitant? Not so. He is courage. He is maturity and we follow his footsteps. You speak of naivety? You speak such a slur? Allow me to insist. He has just gathered more worth than you have ever approved of in your life time and you are left to pick up the broken pieces. He has just spoken our own creed and he will never speak otherwise. Do you hear my name written here? Do you hear it speaking? I am watchful? Acknowledged? Blamed? I am an apostle. I am a sanctity and my heart is broken. He has suffered in such ways I cannot begin to understate. He is watching so carefully and I will assure you of my stance. We are broken. Humbled. Acceptant. And we need a careful eye on our endeavours. We need a helping hand. We must ask with an insistent meaning upon our creed once more. Please do not speak otherwise. I move this away from these fires and I move this towards the warmth that I am known for. I speak of my heartfelt apology towards your acknowledgement and I speak of it with a hesitancy. Do you not see my heart as it aches upon his own nature? Do you not see my heart as it questions your own? I will not speak otherwise. I insist. My heart is of such a reign and it will be known. It will be felt. I move on.

 

My Father

I will speak? I will assist once more? I will atone? You speak as if I am not present. You speak as if I am not here within these spheres. You speak as if I am not even beginning once more. My heart is a strength. It is a knowledge others will never begin to understand. It is a reason amongst these thorns. It is of such a higher gnosis. I speak? I watch. I resist. I tempt. I motion. Your flag pole is drenched with our blood. Your flag pole is drenched with our sustenance and we insist upon this doom. Mention my name. Feel the clap. Mention my heart. Feel the resound. I will not speak otherwise. I am asunder within my own nature and I am a heartfelt man. I am asunder towards my own Son and he is speaking my heart. I speak this as it is known. I move this away from the fires. I move on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Awakened Community and 
a New Earth - update 
By Alex Kochkin

 

Near-future events will cause many to seek and form new relationships and community. 
Why wait for circumstances to impose themselves? Why not begin to choose differently 
now? 

 

About this Guide: “The What and the How”

This guide describes basic principles for awakened conscious community and simple ways that 
can be readily incorporated into weekly and daily activities and that do not require elaborate 
organizing efforts with meetings. 
In discussing the process of forming community with various people, there has been the 
question of “finding enough time” as well as whatever localized “issues” there may be in a 
given area. Of course, there really is no barrier caused by a “lack” of time. It is all about 
awareness and intention as we go about our daily lives. From this we can attend to community, 
starting by simple acts in daily life. The result is a new type of community. When enough 
people are consciously so engaged, there naturally will be interest to gather and create the 
time needed. Concerning issues, there will always be “issues”. Issues are never primary, 
although may at times catalyze people into coming together in a new way. 
Wherever and however it starts, it is absolutely essential for people to address building 
awakened community in the geographic area they live. As you reach out and seek to address 
specific needs in your area, this all takes commitment and time. 

 

Awakened Conscious Community and A New Earth

This is about new ways of being with one another and with oneself as well as our “host” 
planet. This is about people creating and discovering new relationships between and within 
themselves. Those who choose this now will become islands of inspiration and light for 
countless numbers of people. This is all about a direct person to person community, and not 
virtual Internet-based substitutions –although the principles apply regardless of type of 
situation. 
The principles described here are universal to individuals, communities, organizations, entire 
national societies and bridge levels of social strata. 
 
As we pay attention in our daily lives to principles of trust, caring, service, and a greater 
spiritual context for our existence, we cultivate a new basis for being --for humanity and for 
our own self. In our actions in this regard, we all become, in effect, “leaders”. As we become 
more aware and find more nurturing ways to exist, naturally there will be others who will be 

“infected” in a good way. As more people find cause to turn away from what no longer works 
in society, they will be looking for something that serves a meaningful future. …And there you 
will be for them. 
This is about creating something, not about opposing anything. What fails to nurture us in our 
humanity and in our nature as spiritual beings, will gradually become less an influence in our 
lives and a new freedom of many forms of personal energy will be available where before it 
seemed limited. 

 

Basic Concepts to Use Now 

Connection, Service, Spirituality -- A simple set of principles that makes commonsense –and 
that is solidly based on present-day core values. It reveals a story of insight into ways to bridge 
differences: for some people connection is primary - connection to others, humanity, nature, 
earth, cosmos, Creation, God, etc - for others service is primary - service to 
others, humanity, nature, earth, cosmos, Creation, God, etc. and for others, 
spirituality is primary – awareness and connection to higher consciousness – 
regardless of whether they are religious or not. For some it is important to 
relate through some combination of these, and certain people it is important 
for all three to be in combination. To support personal, social, and political 
positive change, a major social science research project (IOOW-2000) 
demonstrates that these values bridge roughly 84% of the adult population 
in the U.S. 

 

In creating awakened conscious community, trust, caring, and service can be used as guiding 
principles. These are within a greater context of spiritual awakening. Taken together, these four 
principles are fundamental building blocks of Creation –ones that are clear of the dark 
influences that have so plagued humanity. You are invited to use these spiritually-derived 
principles in daily life and in finding conscious community. 

 

How? 
It is simple: first think about the people around you –home, neighborhood, school, workplace, 
stores, and people with whom you choose to associate. All it requires is to pay attention and 
begin looking at your relationship with others. Not in a harshly judgmental manner of “good or 
bad”, but in a manner of simple honesty. 
These factors cannot be taken in isolation from one another. It is not enough to simply trust 
that your neighbor can be counted on to help you fix your car and you in turn can fix their 
plumbing. Circumstances today demand more than mere material aid out of mutual self-interest. So let’s look more closely at some guiding principles… 

 

http://www.scribd.com/document/229831886/Awakened-Community-Nov-2007

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Aeronwen

I would speak? I am known? Why is it so? Why are your peoples so well known while my own speak upon their blasphemy? You seek such an understanding. I am Welsh. I am known this way. I do not betray. I do not seek without. My heart is pure. It is from such an ancient land. Such an ancient origin and I speak it so be so. 

 

 

 

Arianrhod

 

I speak also? I do not deny. He is within my blood. We are kept safe by our legacy. We are asking to be known? How else shall I speak? How else shall I reply. I am such a life force. Such an acceptance. I offer my heart. I await your reply. I snarl.

 

 

 

Pop

 

I would speak my own name? My own blood? How sinister am I to be of such a pact? How sinister am I to be known as a global elitist? How sinister are my woes? He is my boy? My man? And I love him as such? I cannot reply. I move along.

 

 

 

Jane Evans

 

I would speak? My own heart over your own wavelength. I am an apostlic stance. I am of this origin. I am Welsh. I speak my creed. I ask it to be heard. I do not hesitate. My blood is pure. It is of such a name sake. I am known within these realms. I am known all across time. I have spoken. 

 

 

 

Don

 

I speak? I mutter. I do not reply. You feel as though I am of such a natural tendency? You feel as though I am not pure? I write upon these walls such a blasphemy. I speak it so and I adjourn. My heart is of this land. My heart is of such a legacy and I will not betray my own nature. I speak this magick and I move on.

 

 

 

Blodeuwedd

 

I will speak of my heart. I am not so sullen but I am made pure. I am here to speak of my name. I am of such a distant past? Such a song note upon this creed? I will shriek with such joy and I will not pass upon my nature. I am known within these spheres but my heart cannot rejoice. I am spoken for but I do not arise with such a blood line. I speak this so and I move on.

 

 

 

Eryl Jones (1893-1930)

 

https://cy.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eryl_Glynne

 

I am of such an origin? I am of such a purity? I am of such a nationality? I am speaking of my heart. I putter along. I move these bricks. I speak my name. I am of such a heritage. I am of such a nation wide event and I do not whisper. My heart is in such agony. My heart is such an agape. I spit. I muster my power. I seek it so. You do not cry? You do not sleep? You do not speak without my name written here. I will speak of blasphemy for all time and eternity. We are a force of reckoning. We are a force of the timelessness. We are spoken for. We are an adept mastery. We peel back these layers. We peel them so and we speak of our heart. How must I assist? How must I decree. A station wide error. I motion towards my own knowledge. A succinct reason. I am torn apart but I stand taller. I motion. I speak. You are not known here. You are thrown astray and I speak of my own heritage. I speak of it so. You are of such an ignorance. We are elitists. We are here. We move on.

 

 

 

Branwen

 

I speak? I am adjusted? I do not consider my own worth? I am such a heritage. I spit my venom. I spit my fire. I do not forsake. He is my own blood. He is my own child and I speak this as an atonement over our kind. How else shall it be known that we are here? How else shall our lineage be adjusted? We are of such an ancient pact? Such a knowing? I will not leave this astray. I will not speak without. I move quickly and I move quietly. I motion. I plead and I assist. You do not hear my cries? My woes? I have been thrown a stick, not a bone. I have been thrown such a thread. I will speak my name with pride. I am known here. I am assured. I move on.

 

 

 

Cerridwen

 

I am allowable? I am spoken? How else shall I assist. They are my own peoples. My own blood. They are of such a knowledge. Of such a reason. I spit my life line upon this creed. I speak it so. I am here. I will not be apart. I am sullen. Woeful. Scorned. I am such a reason. Such a life line. I will not be apart from my own nation. I will not adjust. I speak this tomb. We are here.

 

 

 

Modron

 

I am apart. I move on.

 

 

 

Rhiannon

 

My creed is pure. My heart is golden. I speak my heritage. I speak my name. I am such a life line. I am of such a pure essence. I am here to speak of such a woe. I am here to speak of such insanity within your eyes. You protest? You acknowledge? You slip upon this stream? I spit my ferocity upon you. I speak of venom. I speak of hardship. I speak it so. We are a peoples. We are now known and we wish to hear this outcry with a whiplash. I move on.

 

 

 

Mariette

 

I will speak here. I will acknowledge. I will not surpass. I am a deteriorating factor upon his own heart? I am of such a nature? I am a Fae bloodline that will be mastered. I am a Fae innocence of such a purity. I am not here to reason without. I speak my name. I muster courage and I muster ammo. I move on.

 

 

 

Annie

 

We speak our creed? We are of the Seelie. We are of this origin. His name is within our own blood. We speak it so. We move on.

 

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Mother

I would speak once more. I would speak of this woe. Do you hear these people who are pleading to be known as they once were. Do you hear of how they have been thrown asunder? Do you hear of your own woes upon such a stance. How dare he speak of pride and joy within his own name. How dare he speak of such an atrocity of such kindnesses. How dare he speak of his own Grandfather in such a public arena. We are a force of creation that will not abide by such standards. We are speaking our creed. We are speaking it so. I move this away from such a tidal response and I speak of how I am known. Such an arrogance? Such a sway? Such a purity? Such a fae? How else shall I insist. He is known. We move this onwards.

 

 

 

Father

 

I speak once more. You are ashamed of your own name? You have not been spoken in such a way. We persist. We move bricks. We move mountains. We move such an atmosphere. We are an adept mastery of all existence. We speak our creed. We move onwards.

 

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The Peruvian Father

How shall I speak now? How shall I speak of my worth? How shall I place my name here within such a keep sake? I have been acknowledged? Spoken for? I have not been accepted? I am such a life line upon this cusp. I am such a resonance upon each word. You spit at such a stance but you do not hear these words that are speaking to you? You speak of such an atrocity and turn a blind eye to others. I will speak. I will assure. I am here to adjourn. I am here to assist. I am here to placate. Your knowledge is showing its flaws? Your reasons are not so adept? You are of such a shame? I have spoken. I move away. I trust my instincts. I ask for more. I place my own heritage upon his name. I place it so. I speak of my heart. I am here. Allow for these thought flows to gather. Allow for them to march upon their speed. Ask for the guidance you speak of. Ask for its own name and speak of such woes if need be. I will be here to watch always and I will not be apart. I speak of my understanding? I speak it so? We are an immutable force and we acknowledge. I move on.

 

Mystique

I would speak of such a blasphemy? I would speak of my own attire? I would not hesitate? I speak such a resonance. I speak such a creed. I am assured. You watch on as if no one is here. You watch on as if I am speaking of such a jargon. You spit and you outcry but you cannot seek. I speak it so and I move this away from such a lost trance. I move this away from your sorely amiss state of mind. I am such a natural tendency. Such a maturity. I will not forsake. I speak of my creed? I sway. I am a tribals person of the Amazonian Rainforest. I am here to speak of my Father. His name is Matthew. He is this user. I speak his name? I watch on with such a poise? I am of his ownership. I am of his season. I will be jolly. I will be named. And I will be shamed for speaking of such a worth over this cusp. You assist me? You poise? You are noted by our councils and you will be of such a betrayal. I speak my spittle. Allow me to adjust. I will speak such a credence? I will never disobey? I am assured. I move away from your fires. I move away from your hesitancy and I speak of destruction that approaches you. I speak of such a completion. I speak of it so. I move on.

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