What’s Going On?
Out and About:
Mount Gilead had a filling-station-type-event Sunday July 7th at 6pm. It’s called the Sunday Jam, and yes they were jamming in the Spirit. Prepping for the workweek it seemed.
Here are a few pics, and ya’ll know we’ll put together an article of some sort later in the week.
Spontaneous Poetic Eruption:
This week, I couldn’t help but pull an oldie but goodie out of the bag and share it on the show. This piece is called:
Chains Invisible
Chains, invisible Chains, invisible Chains, invisible Situation critical they're building an internet of things to make their cyber-selves physical They wanna reach through the matrix into the real from the spiritual realm That way they can keep tabs on all us little lambs. You know who they be! Woe is me. I am what I am and I thinks 'cause I can They know this too, that's why they scan track and trace us, and won't leave us be. Slaves proclaim they have nothing to hide, cause deep down inside they're scared to be free from these Chains, Invisible Chains, Invisible webs stretching around me, recording and transmitting stalking through the clouds be robotic pterodactyls in stealth mode seeking... searching through the herd for the those awake thinking. Sky Net is now but John Connor ain't even in the fight They tricked Sarah into believing abortion was a woman's right. She's out there now wearing a ridiculous hat protesting the so-called pay gap. Some system, somewhere probably just heard me say that. They got the waveform on computer screens better to display that! Terrabyte /terraform terror is an art form. Our minds are the canvas But, who is the artist? That's the question they don't want answered cause speech ain't free and we ain't either we can we can pretend these ain't shackles just because we can't see them, but they're still Chains, Invisible Chains, Invisible Chains Hobbling us. ordering our steps, Scripting our thoughts, on LED screens, high-def/mind death neutralizing beams co-axial worms slowly burro/wing deep into our souls/ making our human- ness a dripping mess which drains slowly through the holes. While strumpets and soy-boys blow lullabies enticing us to doze. Sleep is death's cousin I thought it was but it wasn't; blue light telescreens always buzzing tweeting or twerking got me tossing and turning feeling sick sad and shook selling my private data to anyone who wants to look; enough of these snapshots and our lives become talking books that we're only too proud to display We some preening peacocks mesmerized by trifles and shiny things. but most valuable things don't actually glitter. And if they give you something free that means you're not the customer you're just their Nigga. the product they are buying and selling on their globalist plantation They planning power and parenthood through multi-generations. Eugenics is their system. And All of us are just serfs and peons paying for permission to live. But, my life, these poems and a good fight is all I got to give so molon labe! if you don't speak Greek the point might Miss You But if you got your eyes and ears on, I know you see these chains, Invisible.
And to close on a positive note, because we are trying to even out our mindsets and perceptions, here some brand new old skool goodness from Common and Pete Rock:
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