MIND CONTROL, MK ULTRA, creative fiction,
teleportation, technocracy, science fiction,
drugging, state-sponsored terrorism, synthetic telepathy, voice-to-skull technology, gas lighting, microwave attacks,
gang stalking. terrorism, sabotage,
hypnosis.
microchip implants,
behavior modification,
NEW WORLD ORDER, philosophy, dystopia society, HUMOR, LOVE
Monday, November 30, 2020
Love lost and regained in the sands of duality and retained through eternal spiritual blackest and lightest enduring flames. Love is the solution to mind control. Love is used as a trap to lure victims into mind control operations. Love is still an energy universal and never wasted. One must remain vigilant and aware of how mind control operations operate.
As mind control operations in the public consciousness are completely silenced by the real victims, and not the fake news pundits explaining the hate reality to the dumbed down viewers who can't get access to "alternative" sources such as myself--as people like me drugged up to the point of drugged hysteria and lack of all protection or defense are BLOCKED from all public view, the writings, the rantings, the ability to function--as society silently obeys and turns away to obtain their "information" from the enlarging chorus of commentators, writers and advocates of this huge mental restriction brain-programming global protocol: relegated to either not writing anything at all or writing in the hopes that what I write on a copyrighted blog is somewhat "safe" from the inevitable hackers who allow loveless parasites to steal all and anything they want from me, my home, my body and my life: understanding that all I write is stolen by loveless parasites, I still copy and paste what I wrote today on Facebook under the influence of hacking and mind control, operating upon me akin to opening my brain like a "truth serum" sieve while I have to, every time I write (or speak to anybody) find myself struggling to fight against hackers changing words and rewriting/discrediting after I write or publish. I write this here because I have published a "copyright" mark which is supposed to protect me somewhat from the inevitable hackers who allow loveless parasites to steal my ideas and words verbatim. I write this because the love I have expressed to people I would rather destroy is never wasted energy, nor are my words wasted here although people I would rather destroy are hacking in to steal all so they can use and steal whatever possible from me. My words ring out into the universe and my intention is clear, and like Love never wasted, that people have sucked dry, I remain cold but never love's labor lost. The people who suck out and drain are the love's labor lost who tell themselves and each other that they are the "winners" in a power contest of sordid sorts. They are the opposite.
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Love used as a weapon to essentially create a "slow kill" operation, the "Honey pot" operations akin to hacking through back door portals--and yet, love is always a constant and love is the cure. Yet, with information blocked and censored, many others will die in their attempt to find love in the midst of a loveless technocratic revolution designed for mass murder and genocide albeit all displayed as love and charity and benevolence. Love in it's many forms, from the victims who emit this energy that the hate technocrats suck in and drain and then kill the target afterwards SLOWLY and in covert, undetectable (thus "legal") fashion. All such death combined with love. The shadows of the night are dimmed by the white light of the day's cold play and productivity consumer consumation that drives the energy that is lost from Love.
I write an ode to Love in it's pure form, in the shadows of night, unrequited or returned, it remains a purity and a constant in this universe of the Earth despite all your/my/their/our hate spawning a greedy corporation of DEATH technology designed for the luxury of a few while the rest are lured in by love's labors lost but never dissipated and always true despite all the hate undertow bringing the victim to it's watery slow drunken disillusionment.
Never, thus, be dismayed by the predatory parasites who drain and suck out love. Your love/my love is pure and their hate and malicious malevolence is driving the corporate force for forced love-drain in my/your/their/our collective brain(s) or lack thereof. (! lol).
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Love is the antidote to their hate/your hate. Love is not wasted but love spent on a parasite is deadly and they suck all they can out of you/me/you/they/WE.
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Without further ado, what I wrote today on Facebook which is my first attempt at writing personal thoughts/poetry for a very long time since loveless parasites have only stolen all I write and say for over 10 years. I have decided that I continue to push my energy out instead of having it stolen and sucked dry and bottled for compression by downpresser loveless hyenas and parasites who delight in rape, torture and all kinds of nefarious crimes but are exalted in the public opinion and in society nevertheless.
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This little poem, just below, was written by me. Since so many are stealing my words and concepts, I don't know if I write THIS IS COPYRIGHTED whether that can be legally binding for loveless parasites to stop STEALING MY CONCEPTS AND WORDS BUT...
as I want to save my work and Facebook allows for some of this, and I want to express this outside of my blog (or maybe I should just publish this there anyway which is "copyrighted" but still a portal of loveless parasites to steal and rob and rewrite and etc).
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Love
like Energy
can neither be lost nor gained
It flows
It goes
Some people treat Love like
a drug you snort up your nose
caked with lies
heaving pornographic sighs
Are you one of those
through which the desecration of love flows?
Or are you one
who follows the sun?
A course of cyclical peace
bringing dualistic sheep fleece
Considered a weakness for macho men
Otherwise turned into a comic sin by the den.
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"Leise flehen meine Lieder Durch die Nacht zu dir; In den stillen Hain hernieder, Liebchen, komm zu mir! Flüsternd schlanke Wipfel rauschen In des Mondes Licht; Des Verräters feindlich Lauschen Fürchte, Holde, nicht. Hörst die Nachtigallen schlagen? Ach! sie flehen dich, Mit der Töne süßen Klagen Flehen sie für mich. Sie verstehn des Busens Sehnen, Kennen Liebesschmerz, Rühren mit den Silbertönen Jedes weiche Herz. Laß auch dir die Brust bewegen, Liebchen, höre mich! Bebend harr’ ich dir entgegen! Komm, beglücke mich!"
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GUTE NACHT--from WINTERREISE (Franz Schubert)
GUTE NACHT/GOOD NIGHT
(hello lol goodbye lol--my words of course! One must laugh at these serious Germans after all!) Of course, it's all serious as hell reality.
"I arrived a stranger,
a stranger I depart.
May blessed me
with many a bouquet of flowers....s/he spoke of love...the Mother spoke of Marriage...now the world is so desolate,
the path concealed beneath snow.
I cannot choose the time
for my journey;
I must find my own way
in this darkness.
A shadow thrown by the moon
is my companion;
and on the white meadows
I seek the tracks of deer.
Why should I tarry longer
and be driven out?
Let stray dogs howl
before their master’s house.
Love delights in wandering –
God made it so –
from one to another.
Beloved, good night!
I will not disturb you as you dream,
it would be a shame to spoil your rest.
You shall not hear my footsteps;
softly, softly the door is closed.
As I pass I write
‘Good night’ on your gate,
so that you might see
that I thought of you."
The crippled singing of stunted situations sinking and sorrow but somehow delight in the solitude of a snowy, dark night wandering alone feeling REFRESHED AND FREE! (Again, my interpretation and words). Growing and raising to full form in the freedom of not conjoining in the confining crippling norm of domesticity. (i.e. NO BABIES with any loveless haters or parasites or people of that hate organization that has surrounded my life with their filth for generations of slime and scum exalted in society and by society. Loveless parasites. Let there be an end to them NOW and FOREVER).
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Einsturzende Neubauten (Blixa Bargeld) SAND from album Halber Mensch (Half-human):
...from another often very melancholy German musician/artist--Blixa Bargeld sings SAND as all is temporal in human affairs (for some people, for those who love and can't love simultaneously):
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Musik of Franz Schubert (and others)
Wilkommen und Abschied"
heist ) auf English
Hello and Goodbye
filmed in Stuttgart/created by Franz Schubert with text from Goethe.
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The sweet, sad farewell to the lover's parting at the first light of a Golden Dawn: to have been loved and to love during the thousands of black eyes of night, hollow trees resounding sighs of delight, brightness within the warm folds of utter blackness of night, turning to the morn, the rays portending a severance, reminders of the night's joys and love not lost and never lost even when gone, remits the sorrow of separation in the bright, rosy spectrum of the day's harsh light. (my words, upon reflection that love, no matter how and where obtained, remains a true light within the folds of the darkest depths of that repose of Night and all that portends and signifies...even if love is unrequited makes no difference in that love has not been wasted and love remains a true, "ever-fixed" mark in the darkest times and can be shattered and sent into fractured light in the brightest rays of piercing light).
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...and THAT (above) is why Schubert has been classified as part of The Romantic Era of classical music! Goethe, of course has to include darkness brought into the focus of The Light as it is his eternal theme for which he is famous.
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FAUSTIAN
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Not sure if Faust is so romantic, and luckily that book (or treatise or pseudo-religious text) was written prior to the Romantic Era, or, not considered as being fully part of that genre. Duh. Not exactly a romantic comedy was Faust or not romantic as hell.
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Goethe's Wilkommen Und Abschied translation from German-English. Notice how far astray our modern forms of loving poetry in pop culture, as trivial as some of it may seem, extend far beneath triviality and have gone below this former infinite exploration of the soul as connected to the universality of love, inevitable death on many levels, departure and cohesion--obscuring contrast, obliterating scope, depth and meaning of infinite possibilities of love.
Translations by Richard Stokes, author of The Book of Lieder (Faber, 2005)
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***as always, upon writing the above, as I attempted to re-read, I had to type in words that hackers had deleted. I struggle to get my hands to move as my motor skills are blocked by the brain-altering tech. It is very hard to think clearly, and like an algorithm, the longer I attempt to write and think ,the worse the attacks become or the effect blocks my cognitive and motor functioning. I can't expect that having corrected the typos hackers inserted that once I publish this there will not be another new rash of hacker inserts and deletions....***
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