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Contact A Dark Roasted Blen... By Ken D. Webber
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TRUTH, like Lightning, is first seen then heard.
 Lightning is a force - a power - transferring explosively from one place in time and space to another.
Shortly before the United States government explosively expended the last of her power in a climatic act of treason and murder I find myself under a cheap tarp in a thunderstorm in San Diego pondering my own power while watching one helluva show.
It is too late to leave my camp. If death is to rumble through me it is far better to meet it sitting bravely in my chair than hit on the open road, running like a coward. Bolts of lightning flash around me revealing the numerous houses of the rich that line the hilltops.
I sit in my storebought plastic chair and I think. I create a mental list of all the powers and abilities that could possibly work to get me out of the woods. I study where I am strong and I study where I have room to become stronger. The things on my list constitute a message, of this I am certain. Within that list are things that must be seen, things that must be heard, things that must be felt. You see the flash. You hear the rumble and you feel it in your bones, in your heart, that tremendous power.
I ask you now, what is it that speaks to power? It is TRUTH!
Out in the desolate and forgotten areas of San Diego I realize this. I incorporate the concept of truth into my message. It is far better to suffer bravely for a truth than to live a lie with the cowards of this world. The world is chained to their master. The world rolls on cars they do not fully own. They buy goods with borrowed money. They enslave themselves to others in order to live illusions in houses that love did not build. Those others are their master and the slave does not speak out against a master because the slave is beholden and full of fear. The master burns his towers and falsely lays blame on others while the slaves shit all over their honor and each other to parrot their master's words. They cannot speak their own words having exchanged their truth for a lie. Satan, as a being, does not exist, but if he did, it would be quite evident that the slaves cannot truthfully speak with "that big-red-throbbing-monster of a cock rammed down their more-than-willing throats" - to paraphrase the late, great comedian Bill Hicks.
"What did you say Republinazi Neocon?"
"What did you say Democrap?"
"What did you say Secrect Society Slug Puppet?"
"The war on terrugh, da waa on gugluguh, glug glug on yo big ack!"
I can speak to whoever I want to, in any manner in which I choose. I retain my FUCK YOU power. I sit wherever the fuck I please. I stand and speak my TRUTH without the slave's fear. I, like lightning, know freedom. I am my own master. I speak alike to both slave and free. Maat! Sometimes I speak with words, sometimes with symbols, and sometimes I don't say anything at all, preferring instead to let things speak for themselves in silence.
The storm passes. I feel changed. All this power, all this truth, I cannot be the only one.
First you will see us. Then you will hear us and understand our message, the sound of seven thunders. Feel it like a rumble in your heart and know that you are alive.
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 Creation of ...---M E -......-.--....-. m e
I have used the allegories of the past to explore and illuminate my mind. I tossed out the Jewish Kabbalah in favor of the original Egyptian Tree of Life. I feel more truthful resonance with the older stories of Set, Horus, Isis, and Osiris. Our essence is energy, the light. Energy can never be destroyed and it is also true that energy is NEVER created. It is eternal and can only change form. A person will never reach "illumination" so long as they believe that they are something which was "created." Religions were created to chain us to a false god, not to set us free. Madonna ties a red string around her wrist and an entire generation of followers is enslaved to a false meme - boxed in, blinded, and robbed of truth.
Set kills Osiris. Isis takes the vital remains of Osiris and recreates Horus. Horus is partially blinded by Set. Horus defeats Set. Horus is reborn as Osiris. This is the eternal dance of energy and memory.
And all that is left is poetry.
Playing in Dark Boxes
...o me thing missing, something plays
wIth broKEN blocks of ME
Blocks I'm stacking
babel rising
running to the top with missing pieces which never seem to fit
I've climbed so high
can't see my friends from this height
I wonder if they're watching
as I puzzle with the pieces
try to put me back to G ether
to make some kind of sense
A bigger picture forming as I stand on shaky ground
sanity is shifting but I've almost got it now
Something not quite balanced
Blocks breaking down
Toppling into darkness
a whirlwind rushing by
a fall from grace I shatter
lie broken all around ---
...Infinity surrounds --- me...can't remember what I've started
my mind just forms a blank ---
...o me thing missing, --- something plays,
with broken blocks of ME...
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Can you hear me now? T R U T H seen!
You have looked upon TRUTH but seeing what is really there is the big question. I have dropped hints in previous chapters, sometimes names even, and now it is time for me to give you more insight into the Tree of Life. The Tree of Life is a symbol. You should not be afraid  of symbols. They do not belong to the exclusive domain of symbol-jacking secret societies, they belong to everyone. This particular symbol is derived from other symbols that together form what is called sacred geometry.
It is true that the origins of the Tree of Life are with the Egyptians. They used the Tree along with the much larger Flower of Life pattern to teach many things including but not limited to: geometry, mathematics, music theory, the laws of form and energy, the motions of the stars, aspects of time and agriculture, certain aspects of earth's power spots, and as a means to remember huge bulks of knowledge in the same manner that we use flash cards today. The Tree was then picked up by the Jews who immediately realized that it could be adapted to teach the basics of morality.
I would love to get into a discussion of what is the difference between Egyptian Ptah and the English word - God - because the two are not the same, but I will save that delicious bite of knowledge for another day, maybe a bonus chapter. For now, I am concerned with getting you to the light. Specifically, by light, I mean sephiroth, which are the globes of illumination, or stations as some prefer to call them, on the Jewish Tree of Life. Now most people who would tell you of these sephiroth know only the Jewish teachings and do not realize that the Tree existed long before the Jews created their God mythology. The Jews would have you believe that the Tree of Life is a "pathway to God." This is utter nonsense, superstition, and a complete abomination that leads to the creation of a very strong and powerful delusion, a very dangerous meme.
"Something missing, something plays with broken blocks of me." Memes!
Memes are false and phony beliefs that attach themselves to people and thrive in groups where they degenerate and mutate into secret societies before metastasizing into the full blown cancer we call religion. I have no interest in furthering any false religion. I have no interest in putting you on a "pathway to god" because that unbalanced path ends with you...
"...Toppling into darkness
a whirlwind rushing by
a fall from grace you shatter
lie broken all around"
What I do have interest in is showing you the good things that the Jews have contributed to the Tree of Life without all the babelish gobbledygook and doublespeak of memes. So turn the page and let us start at the top, at the uppermost sephiroth, with Kether, The Crown.
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