I am dying Every day, with every breath I draw, I am closer to the end of my life. For we are born with a finite number of breaths, and each one I take edges the sunlight that is my life toward the inevitable dusk. It is a difficult thing to remember, especially while we … Continue reading On Death →

Dirty Wars American Taliban, dirty wars Lives discounted, tossed aside Brainwashed  tools playing gods Motives directed, JSOC's whores. Addictive killing, the lists grow and grow and grow Hell, in reality, this unconscious mess Lives taken for granted, dead men, women, kids Americans blinded, most will never know Peace by violence cannot be Never ending war and … Continue reading #146 →

Is existence merely a trial of consciousness, a test of universal nature?  The base human state, self preservation and fulfillment of one's ego, is encouraged in everything... at least in 21st century America.  Other parts of the world encourage this also, though in different forms or to a lesser degree.  It is nothing to get … Continue reading 21st century existence →

If one wants to know what the evil central bankers are up to, one only needs to pay attention to the Federal Reserve and other Central Banks around the world. The power elite residing inside of this country does not begin and end with the Federal Reserve, that privilege is reserved for the interrelationship between … Continue reading On the Rothschild family agenda →

What Americans don’t know about “the Fed” and it's International Bankster owners may be the fatal blow to not only the dollar, but the country! Indeed, keeping the American public ignorant of how the Rothschild controlled Fed works is how they are able to get away with all their atrocities and escape the guillotine of … Continue reading On the Federal Reserve →

you know, I am baked as fuck right now but thinking oh so "clearly"... I am going to talk to you with no attitude, no snarky comment oor paragraphs. You know I love you, maybe that is my problem... you do not know what love is, as clearly stated in my poem and our past … Continue reading Baked: A Traveler’s Tale →