In Plain Sight

IN PLAIN SIGHT

More than a year on, censorship muzzles stay donned

As highly questionable algorithms roll out a blanket new-world communism

The one size A.I. fits all, driven by the machine of greed and consumerism

Trolled by fake fact-checked big-tech, that supports corporate giants such as Facebook and Google

Who were originally seeded by CIA venture start-up capital

That now sit upon the throne alongside Apple and Amazon

Who between them all, own everyone’s personal data and financial information

Whilst paying homage to The World Health Organisation, The World Economic Forum and The United Nations

Corrupt NGO’s that launder quadrillions without paying a single dime

Of income tax, aka the perfectly legal swindle, broad-daylight crime

Money is the currency! With the Megacorps and the Black-Ops-Military more powerful now than any government, or monarchy

The self-proclaimed King of the short-term, quick-fix, instant-gratification fantasy

Seduced by the ‘God-Complex‘ and the ‘I want to live forever’, no matter what the cost!

Or how many innocent women and children’s lives are damaged, or lost

Or how many empires, timelines, histories, wisdoms, knowledge and faiths, have been hidden without a trace

Humanity’s collective memory of ‘who’ we really are, has been forcibly erased

But it’s time now to fight through the human-amnesia, to go within and remember!

It’s time to see beyond the Illusions that keep one a prisoner

For the vibrational frequency of Love and the desire to Serve

Will always be the purest form of energy in the Universe! ✩


The Big Four Illustration from an Article by Andy Yen: 30th July 2020:
Four misleading claims that tech CEO’s of the ‘Big Four’ told Congress:

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Kaleidoscope Memories

KALEIDOSCOPE MEMORIES:  

One cannot help but bear-witness to pandemic storm-clouds-of-contagion, earthquake, volcano, fire, flood and landslide  

Ubiquitously sweeping, shaking, erupting, raging, surging, far-and-wide 

While many of the world’s leaders profess ‘geo-thermal-fracking-as-usual’ with heads buried-deep in dunes-of-denial

And so, in the face of multiple-global-crises, one is forced to shop elsewhere for spiritual gnoses and emotional renewal

Further afield than the aisles of neon-lit supermarket-dreams and dot-com same-day-deliveries

Further afield than high-brow department-store life-style fantasies

Laid out like scenes from the silver-screen in elaborate window-displays and glossy magazines

Further than the online prime-time trailer, box-set, binge-watch seduction

Plethora’s-of-perfectly-packaged-illusions to provide temporary-alleviation

From the overwhelming threat of global-annihilation

From sexist-racist, elitist-ageist denigration

Or from rust-riddled-regrets on constant-rotation

Mourning the ghosts of narrowly-missed, sugar-coated ships-of-desire that set-sail long-ago

Or impossible-to-forget childhood-traumas, bereavements, divorces, augmenting serial-self-love-deficit-disorders

Inescapable neuroses, seared into one’s psyche, branded like slaves-to-key-frame-memories

Leaving a trail-of-distorted, aborted-destinies behind in their wake

Yet another empty-void, full-of-emotional gaping-holes to fill as the planet is systematically plundered and destroyed

By the addictive machine-of-consumerism, where ecological-sustainability and wellbeing is wilfully-sacrificed

With nothing left, except the bitter-aftertaste of a forfeit-future...

This is how we welcome 130-million new-born ‘kidults’ into the world every-year, weaned upon html and social-media

Whose childhood-innocence and genetic-lineages were surgically-removed at birth

Stolen by neo-narcissists ‘neath smog-filled skies, where bright-futures turned grey

Dumbed-down by smart-technology and antidepressants

And yet, in-spite-of-all-this, some intrinsic built-in desire to seek-out and search for truth-and-authenticity, persists

Sends out its call like a beacon, calling upon every human-soul to awaken, to activate one’s innate inner-knowing, like a homing-device

Beckons to journey far-beyond the comfort and safety of objects, or co-dependent relationships

To look past the emotional barbed-wire snags-and-grazes of parental/ professional/ romantic/ societal lies and betrayal

Or the nettle’s-sting of missed-opportunity

In lieu of moving-forwards, towards new desires-satisfied, and revised goals-fulfilled, collectively

For nothing stays-the-same and ‘change’ is always the one, true, ever-quickening-constant

Henceforth, it is in the ‘unspoken-moments’ where humanity happens

Where one quietly pieces-together water-colour-poems, sifted and fathomed from kaleidoscope-memories

Dreaming in silent smoky-swirls and mirror-gleam sunbeams

Peeling off rose-candy-coloured gels from the lids of one’s eyes

Like fleshy onion-skin layers of reflective-introspection

As one wakes from the lucid-dream-state with the revelatory-understanding

That in a vibrational-universe-of-Energy, every thought and feeling is eternal and therefore accountable

As non-physical energy can never die, nor expire, it can only change form

Transformed by an awareness of one’s perennial-vibrational-offering

Atonement through candour and a willingness to upgrade one’s most-frequent-point-of-focus

As an integral requisite of self-care, a daily-practice

By virtue of LOVE, whether for self, others, or Source

Is still the purest-form-of-energy in the Multiverse.

Updated: 29/02/2020

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