It makes no more sense to run a government as a business than it does to run a business as a government
The Chemtrail Rash And The GMO Tan
Woke up to wake up, my eyes widely shut
The coffee smelled putrid, the hallowed was smut
I struggled in memory of all that had been
Attempting to reckon on where to begin
For somehow I knew that a mission was here
Somewhere between what was fuzzy and clear
The mem’ries were there but seemed more from a dream
Somewhere were others here too from my team
But how could I find them to open the plan
I had a chemtrail rash and a GMO tan
I felt that the goods here were not what were sold
Not the seed garden of which we were told
With all the dark forces we had to contend
How could we possibly grow and ascend
We came here to learn how to master our fate
Not to earn master degrees in our hate
A shining epiphany came into mind
The main mission here was to learn to be kind
But how could I ever become such a man
With a chemtrail rash and a GMO tan
The sense of betrayal was hard to let go
The notion of equity not in the show
Where to begin to sow action humane
Where would it grow and without any rain
Where was the guidance and where was my team
Where was the Source from which everything streamed
Slowly I realized the plan must have stalled
Had I missed the squad; was an audible called
How could I manage to locate my clan
Having chemtrail rash and a GMO tan
Searching and seeking through all of the folks
Dodging the jeers and the thorns of the jokes
I found it obscure that my mission could be
To live as pariah for others to see
But maybe an outcast could only detect
The folly not seen from those in the sect
Perhaps to work thinking from outside the box
Presented the key to open the locks
But how would I manage to open that can
Having chemtrail rash and a GMO tan
Slowly by actions of those with intent
Who brought forth a friction against what was bent
I managed to overtly notice allies
Openly causing a shift on the rise
The team and the mission began to take form
From everywhere Lightworkers started to swarm
It wasn’t too long ‘til our forces stood strong
Ready to be what we were all along
United we managed to foment our plan
Fueled into action as Renaissance Man
Using chemtrail rash and our GMO tan
As our waking incentive to be what I AM
The Box
To think outside the box is to realize there is no box
The Luncheon
We met on the high mesa. In the center of the burn we met where the fire had raged. Blackened trunks like poles loomed in a tapestry of grief across most of the mesa. There in the center of the burn we met. As two groups we met; as one group we beheld. They brought forth their lunch. We took out our lunch. We boasted of the lore of each other’s fare. We agreed the burn was bleak. We parted having shared a fulfilling experience in the center of the burn.
Matt Kahn
The Grace of Nobility
No one is going to notice any of your good nature but you, and if that’s enough, that’s true Nobility. Nobility is – no one’s watching you but you and “I just couldn’t live with myself without acting out the nobility that’s within me”….Nobility is Grace with no other payoff.
I have memories of a golden sky deep and rich
Problem – Solution
Want to ruin a planet – put a human in charge
Want to blossom a planet – put all of the humans in charge as One
Yoda
“….if you take the easy path…, as VADER did…, forever will it dominate your destiny…”
I keep a hurricane as a house pet
Human Computer
The brain is the hardware
The mind is the application software
The soul is the operating system