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“I Do Not Know What is in Your Vaccine”: Dr. Gary G. Kohls

The Medico-legal Justifications for Refusing Experimental Vaccines that Have Not yet Been Tested for Long-term Safety OR Effectiveness. Especially with Vaccines that Haven’t yet been Tested on Lab Animals!!

By Dr. Gary G. Kohls

Global Research, July 23, 2021

Theme: Science and Medicine

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I do not know what is in your vaccine.

I do not believe your vaccine is safe.

I know that many vaccines have been found to contain toxic adjuvants and toxic foreign materials.

I know that toxic contamination is present in vaccines which are easily preventable with current technology. This suggests intentional contamination of vaccines with toxic agents.

I know that many vaccines are not effective and actually cause the ailment they are purported to mitigate.

I know that adjuvants are put into vaccines to “shock” the immune system into extreme response, and that causes biological “crisis”, stress and damage to the immune system, the blood and the whole body.

I know that vaccine death and injury statistics and information are suppressed by media which receives billions of dollars in pharma advertising annually.

I know that vaccine death and injury statistics and information are suppressed by government in which pharmaceutical regulatory agencies are largely run and controlled by pharma industry executives, loyalists and lobbyists.

I know that vaccines kill hundreds of thousands of people.

I am aware of reports that vaccine experiments have caused tens of thousands of cases of sterilization, polio, autism and other diseases and injuries globally.

I know that vaccines are so hazardous that the vaccine industry lobbied for and received legal immunity from the harm vaccines are causing.

I know that taxpayers have paid billions of dollars to families whose members were injured or killed by vaccines.

I do not trust the vaccine industry, government agencies or international agencies which seem to be acting on behalf of vaccine sales and promotion and suppressing information of vaccine hazards.

I know that most vaccines have not been tested or proven safe.

I know that under current law all physicians and healthcare workers must have my consent to administer medicine to me. My consent is hereby denied and refused.

I know that if someone is not a doctor, such as an elected official or bureaucrat, they may not administer medicine at all, much less “mandate” medical treatments for the general population.

I know it is possible to mitigate and control all contagious diseases with safer and more effective means than vaccination.

Anyone who claims privilege to inject materials in my body without my consent is my enemy and is criminal – and prosecutable.

I will treat anyone who threatens to violate my body as a criminal assailant.

No, you may not vaccinate me or my children. If you try, I will exercise my right to self-defense against you and your accomplices to any extent I deem necessary to protect ourselves.

Forced vaccination is not authorized or permitted under Founding Law. If there is a code or statutory “mandate” for forced medication, it is unconstitutional, unlawful and unenforceable.

You may not attempt or threaten non-consensual vaccination, and if you do, you will be dealt with in a manner to restore rule of law, justice and to protect our right to personal physical security.

Your ignorance of vaccine hazards and medical rights and your inability to understand the facts above do not give you any immunity or any license to commit the crime of forced non-consensual medication.

Can you name every ingredient of your vaccine? Presumably not.

Can you predict the physical effects of each of those ingredients? No.

Can you predict the consequences of combining those ingredients? No.

Have you offered to personally take full responsibility to pay for any harm your vaccine causes? No.

Therefore, you do not have the slightest authority or privilege to forcibly administer vaccines.

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La vacuna de ARNm COVID no es una vacuna

Por Makia Freeman

Global Research, 14 de julio de 2021

Región: USA

Tema: Ciencia y Medicina

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NO es una vacuna. La vacuna de ARNm COVID que ahora se está implementando militarmente en muchas naciones del mundo, NO es una vacuna. Repito: no es una vacuna. De hecho, son muchas cosas, pero una vacuna no es una de ellas. Tenemos que despertar al hecho de que la estafa de COVID ha acelerado rápidamente los aspectos tecnocráticos y transhumanistas del Nuevo Orden Mundial (NOM) hasta el punto en que la gente hace cola ciegamente para recibir una inyección de un "tratamiento" que también es un dispositivo químico. , un sistema operativo , un patógeno sintético y un dispositivo de producción de patógenos químicos . Como se cubrió en artículos anteriores, este nuevo COVID vax es un tipo de tecnología completamente nuevo, potencialmente incluso más peligroso que su vacuna tóxica promedio. En este artículo, exploraremos con más profundidad qué es esta vacuna de ARNm .

Los doctores David Martin y Judy Mikovits exponen cómo la llamada vacuna COVID no es una vacuna

Escuche este breve extracto con los doctores David Martin y Judy Mikovits (quienes han sido muy francos hasta ahora al exponer el plandemismo de COVID) que están hablando con Robert Kennedy Jr. y el abogado Rocco Galati, quien representa a un grupo de libertad canadiense que está demandando al gobierno. por toda la estafa de COVID. David Martin hace algunos puntos extremadamente importantes sobre cómo no podemos etiquetar con precisión el dispositivo que Moderna y Pfizer están promoviendo como una vacuna, porque tanto médica como legalmente, no es una vacuna:

“Esto no es una vacuna ... usando el término vacuna para ocultar esto bajo las exenciones de salud pública ... Este es un ARNm empaquetado en un sobre de grasa que se entrega a una célula. Es un dispositivo médico diseñado para estimular la célula humana para que se convierta en un creador de patógenos. ¡No es una vacuna! En realidad, las vacunas son un término legalmente definido ... según la ley de salud pública ... según los estándares de los CDC y la FDA, y una vacuna tiene que estimular específicamente la inmunidad de la persona que la recibe, pero también tiene que interrumpir la transmisión ... Han sido muy claros al decir que la cadena de ARNm que ingresa a la célula no debe detener la transmisión. Es un tratamiento. Pero si se discutiera como un tratamiento, no obtendría el oído comprensivo de las autoridades de salud pública, porque entonces la gente diría "¿Qué otros tratamientos hay?"

El uso del término vacuna es inconcebible ... porque en realidad es el puñetazo para un discurso abierto y libre ... Moderna comenzó como una compañía de quimioterapia para el cáncer, no un fabricante de vacunas para el SARS ... si dijéramos que le daremos a la gente Quimioterapia profiláctica para el cáncer que no tienen, te reirían de una habitación, porque es una idea estúpida. ¡Eso es exactamente lo que es! Se trata de un dispositivo mecánico, en forma de un paquete muy pequeño de tecnología, que se inserta en el sistema humano para activar la célula para que se convierta en un sitio de fabricación de patógenos.

La única razón por la que se utiliza el término [vacuna] es para abusar del caso Jacobsen de 1905 que ha sido tergiversado desde que fue escrito. Si fuéramos honestos con esto, en realidad lo llamaríamos como es: es un dispositivo patógeno químico, que en realidad está destinado a desencadenar una acción de producción de patógenos químicos dentro de la célula. Es un dispositivo médico, no un medicamento, porque cumple con la definición de dispositivo del CDRH [Centro de Dispositivos y Salud Radiológica].

Está hecho para enfermarlo ... El 80% de las personas que están expuestas al presunto virus [SARS-Cov-2] no tienen ningún síntoma ... El 80% de las personas a las que se les inyecta esto tienen un evento clínico adverso. Se le inyecta una sustancia química para inducir una enfermedad, no para inducir una respuesta inmunotransmisora. En otras palabras, nada de esto te impedirá transmitir nada. Se trata de enfermarte y de tener tus propias células lo que te enferme ".

Judy Mikovits también colabora con esto:

“Es un patógeno sintético. Literalmente han inyectado esta parte patógena del virus en cada célula del cuerpo ... en realidad puede causar directamente esclerosis múltiple, enfermedad de Lou Gehrig, enfermedad de Alzheimer ... puede causar cáncer acelerado ... eso es lo que tiene la expresión de esa parte del virus ... conocido desde hace décadas ".

El “software de la vida” del sistema operativo de la vacuna de ARNm. Crédito de la imagen: Moderna

La vacuna COVID es un sistema operativo, dice Moderna

La vacuna de ARNm de COVID es un sistema operativo que puede programar su ADN y, por lo tanto, programarlo a usted, en su nivel de plan básico esencial. ¿Es esto una exageración? No, no es. Moderna afirma en su sitio web que su plataforma de tecnología de ARNm es un "software de vida" y "funciona de manera muy similar a un sistema operativo en una computadora". Esto es directamente de su sitio web :

“Está diseñado para que pueda conectarse y reproducirse indistintamente con diferentes programas. En nuestro caso, el "programa" o la "aplicación" es nuestro fármaco de ARNm, la secuencia de ARNm única que codifica una proteína ".

El plan de juego: convertir a cada ser humano en un nodo digital en la cuadrícula de control

Nos estamos moviendo rápidamente hacia el mundo del transhumanismo , donde nuestros cuerpos biológicos naturales son secuestrados e infiltrados con partes sintéticas, comenzando en el nivel de nanopartículas. Los controladores NWO quieren descargar algún tipo de software o sistema de oficina de Microsoft en su cuerpo y cerebro, y conectarlo a la nube JEDI y / o Amazon-CIA, para que puedan tener acceso directo a su cerebro. Luego, pueden implementar "vacunas" que no son vacunas para actualizarlo continuamente, al igual que el software de computadora recibe actualizaciones periódicas. Los virus, reales o no, y las vacunas, reales o no, son solo medios para lograr este objetivo.

Convertir a los seres humanos en productos básicos a través de la moneda de crédito social

Alison McDowell resume a continuación la ruta transhumanista actual del NWO de mayor probabilidad, que involucra crédito social, 5G, Smart Grid e IA para inducir el cumplimiento en todo el planeta:

“Dentro del sistema de tecnología no lógica, se exigirá un cumplimiento total. El comportamiento aprobado se convierte en moneda, tokenizado en blockchain y monitoreado por sensores e IA. Nos están preparando para un futuro en el que competimos entre nosotros para ver quién se porta mejor, quién es el más dócil. Sobrevivir significará cumplir con los términos estridentes de los acuerdos financieros psicopáticos. Para obtener los datos necesarios para verificar las afirmaciones incrustadas en acuerdos retorcidos de "pago por el éxito", nuestra madre, la tierra, debe rehacerse como una prisión digital geo-cercada utilizando 5G y constelaciones de satélites. Todos sus datos se agregarán a su "registro permanente" para evaluar su valor como capital humano para las carteras de inversores. Los multimillonarios visualizan un futuro donde la libertad es un privilegio limitado a ellos mismos, sus funcionarios y los robots que controlan.

Es un futuro sombrío, sin embargo, no está escrito en piedra. Estoy totalmente de acuerdo con McDowell en que NO tenemos que aceptar esto como nuestro destino o experimentar una línea de tiempo tan dolorosa SI podemos despertarnos rápidamente y cambiar. Sin embargo, primero debemos aceptar que este es el camino probable en el que estamos. Nos guste o no, esta es la trayectoria actual. ¿Cómo lo cambiamos? Primero mirando hacia adentro. Para cambiarnos a nosotros mismos, debemos cambiar nuestro mundo interior y cambiar nuestra percepción, y por tanto cambiar nuestra realidad:

“Este futuro planeado, sin embargo, NO está predeterminado. El transhumanismo totalitario no es una conclusión inevitable. ¿El remedio de Trudell? Cambiar nuestra percepción de la realidad a través de la no cooperación activa. Manifieste en nuestros corazones, mentes y acciones el mundo que deseamos. Donde diseñan desconectar, RECONECTAR con intención; no solo unos con otros, sino con TODAS nuestras relaciones y la tierra y los seres espirituales que existen más allá de nuestros sentidos. Debemos sincronizarnos para cambiar la realidad vibratoria, y ese poder existe dentro de nosotros como hijos de la tierra ".

Esta no es una charla de hadas, sino más bien una comprensión de que estamos participando en la co-creación de un mundo de pesadilla al permitir que nuestra percepción sea programada para producir el Nuevo Orden Mundial. ¡Están usando nuestra energía para hacerlo! Para reclamar nuestra soberanía, debemos reclamar nuestra percepción rompiendo la programación que se insertó en nosotros.

Pensamientos finales: una herramienta tecnocrática y transhumanista

Es vital saber y decirles a los demás que la vacuna COVID de ARNm actual no es una vacuna. Esto no se debe solo a que llamarla vacuna le da a las grandes farmacéuticas inmunidad legal contra daños, sino también por todas las razones enumeradas anteriormente. Estos dispositivos están diseñados para reprogramarlo al nivel fundamental. No son vacunas, no son medicamentos y, en mi opinión, no son tratamientos ni medicamentos. Por muy aterradores que sean estos términos, iría más allá de simplemente llamarlos dispositivos químicos, sistemas operativos, patógenos sintéticos y dispositivos de producción de patógenos químicos, que ya son términos esclarecedores y lo suficientemente horribles. Yo las llamaría herramientas tecnocráticas y transhumanistas.para cambiar permanentemente tu genética y transformarte en un humano sintético. Son un símbolo de la rapidez con que la agenda del Nuevo Orden Mundial se está manifestando en nuestra realidad física y, con suerte, una llamada de atención para todos para que se esfuercen más por detener esta agenda oscura y nefasta mientras aún hay tiempo.

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Este artículo se publicó originalmente en The Freedom Articles .

Makia Freeman es editora de medios alternativos / sitio de noticias independiente  The Freedom Articles , autora del libro Cancer: The Lies, the Truth and the Solutions e investigadora principal de ToolsForFreedom.com . Makia está en  Steemit y Parler .

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https://thefreedomarticles.com/10-things-to-know-experimental-covid-vaccines/

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https://www.modernatx.com/mrna-technology/mrna-platform-enabling-drug-discovery-development

http://www.aevamagazine.co.uk/timpsila-strong-medicine-for-a-tech-no-logic-age—alison-mcdowell.html

Imagen destacada: NO es una vacuna: el ARNm COVID vax es un dispositivo químico de producción de patógenos y una herramienta tecnocrática y transhumanista para realizar un diagnóstico de diagnóstico. Crédito de la imagen: Jordan Henderson

La vacuna Gates / Fauci desarrollada por Moderna. Video con Robert F. Kennedy Jr. y el Dr. Andrew Kaufman

 

what dulls the senses ?

                                         what dulls the senses ?     

Until death do us apart, or until insanity and grief carves a better outlet,

I want no part of neither one, I'm not a masochistic or on a joy ride for proving grounds.

I'm bless to to know I can decipher my conscience, and since I'm material and imperfect I carry out my sentence, cautiously  and under reason.

I slave for what is good and righteous...a resistor to broken will. There is no markers pointing to either directions. If my faith is challenged my Divine being shall cover for my weaknesses.

Yet I have not failed in my quest to understanding. My sacrifice is to my beloved...but God first, this much I know !

My Lord is very close at hand all the time as the enemy extends his madness...but I'm aware on his countless attempts. The Almighty Divine always at the scene...if God on my side whom against me ?

The superlative call is to the braves, those whom yearn and sigh, mourn the greater revelation. It is to them the ancient of ancient...eternal of old, that keeps the consuming fire alive rosie hot. If one stays the course of the conscience, your days will have no end.

Freewill or the challenge, what dulls the senses ?

Extremism, fanaticism, over-zealous..applying a perfect law to a imperfect body, blindly.

Carrying out the mandates to the point of exhaustion. I have reasons to amend a broken rhythm (my limited scope on what is superlative).

My contention, it takes a great plot to balance out the fine prints. In my insensible chase...the senses have yielded a fine tune conscience, that is the product to work with. I beg forgiveness by stretching the boundaries in my contemptible state...I await the superlative expression that which is bestow to my conscience !

06/14/17

Rafael G Gonzalez

Projections

What projection one finds more appealing ? The outer shell (materialistic being ) or the inner shell (spiritualistic being )? The outer shell is here today and gone tomorrow...the inner shell is here today and remains forever, eternalized in mass energy.

The question will query the answers on what foundations one builds enduring or perishable expectations. Again the question will probe a heart condition, predetermined or yielding accordingly to knowledge gained on one's projections.

The balancing act absorbs the mass energy in projections, when trivial is first and question secondary. Of what significance is gaining the world and losing the most valuable ? In our formless state, during time absent of guidance (unguided energy) by laws beyond our reach the miracle begins, energies attract energies to the point we become material....but energy first.

Being that we are materialistic and spiritualistic...why is a higher energy (power) attracted to the inner shell ? And is there a condescending attachment to which we are not synchronized with ? As human beings we are inseparable to both...yet there is higher leaning at best towards the inner shell (spiritualistic) self why ? In our formless state, then material, energy, programming is absent...during our incubation period projection come in the form passed from generation, after generation implants and gifts that become question and answers in gained or loss knowledge.

So we have this yearning, innate, superlative gift expressive as conscience, the ever awaken other half which becomes a pathway into transcendency. To be fully aware or at least able to manage the wide over-load of these projections, one must have accurate knowledge...this being the safe guard to which becomes the light itself, without crashing the fragile gains we so much take to granted.

Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? In other words energies is always manifesting in our lives, For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb (sacred Chamber). I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that fully well.

Coincidences is a word I rarely use when it comes to energies, its almost impossible for opposites to make lasting bonding connections to each other. So the product that you have become, may not be the final product to which you are called. Let me explain...to fully deploy our senses and gifts, during the incubation period some malevolent lost energies have misplaced errors in the genetic codes through tinkering with those divine expressions. 

We are not half the projection we are meant to be...and then there is choice. The superlative expression is not absent of conscience...never. It actually seeks the choicest energies on which to merge. It is an ongoing process of time consuming separation, some will find themselves through trial and chance while others inherit more expressive vibrations. In the long run the ultimate goal is finding you, and not conceding to the primordial lost energies to which we are all subjects...one way or the other.

We find everyday that something is fighting us, or we are fighting it. Call it what you elect to relate, and then we move on. Its not that simply its very persistent, hanging around until our last death stroke. It is subtle...benign, almost to the point we consider it part of our make-up of the twist and turns, reasons the gullible slave to which you are the call. Confuse and distracted from the daily routines we, some how by-pass true meaning and its disguise.

Again the age old conspiracy manifest disguise and meaning in the form of active or passive energies, the inexperienced become the prefer target since they are still trying to harness the greater expression. No matter the many transformation it plots, we are summons with deep rooted divine gifts to counter some very sophisticated projections, only the few will ever chart its' pathway to really break free. Its a challenge for the choicest expression woven with special characters deep in the sacred chambers...the workshop of a superlative spiritual guide.

By : Raphael G

03/17/17

Admirer's reproach II

Admirer’s Reproach

“Why did you leave the window open?

Were you expecting a stranger in the night?
Every day I sit by the front door way, you past by like I wasn't there;
Yet your fragrances are fresh like morning dew I know better.
Your never lonely in your house angels guard your safe keeping.
Go ahead ask me where I have been? I tell you things just keep happening,
I must speak of what I have abandon, the vaulted sky the earth below, shadows tossed, and the land of broken dreams.

If I could find comfort for just a while it would be in the corner stairways;
Leading to my admirer’s reproach! Like autumn’s foliage that chariots to their winter bed,
Where is my resting place for today? Like dust driven away my soul finds no refuge…I have become tired, exhausted in my quest to reveal the sacred spiral, who is worthy in my madness?
 

Lead me captive in the sorrows of my beloved strange host where the sun rises from the Far East touching my deeps wounds. 

The many whom my strangeness admired, but stranger than none; here to abide with it in my strange loved. I lay me down until my next resurrection in the near coming spring the day of my birth many years ago when my father woven me in the secret place, not troubling where I sweetly slept.”

 She's a kaleidoscope of charm and chant,

she's like a complex maze and puzzles,

that lead to a wealth of findings and intrigue.

She's like a continuous melody that resounds like the pounding of my heart,

like a fresh spring breeze that last many seasons.

She's like a cascade that echoes in waterless regions, bringing to life anything

in its path.

She's stands alone in the presences of many, in silence she instructs her audience,

she's an inspiration of thoughts...a pool of resources, silence surrounds me as she goes about her way.
 
From the Far East a descending voice toss in the wind made its way on a long journey towards the west, From Its interpretation I was able to decipher its codes and well meant meaning. I became enchanted and eager to reveal, relentless and compulsive in what maybe its true secrets. 

I felt again promoting the rituals the heart only understand and feels, I resigned in holding back the inspiration once again. I embrace like a young child if this maybe real and worthy of conspiring with or just another natures play. Nature has many healing ways so I trust and let go of any preconceived agenda and ideas, to the amazement of my innocence,

What a treat to a child still embracing and holding true to a ritual little understood’. Within time the soft voice from the Far East continue its presentation and disclosed the paradox for which it was sent. If words where hard to find than it was certainly here that I began my stutter and stammering, a person of my endowment lost for words and thought. 

Hear me O’ wind allied of mysteries and revealer of mix thoughts bring to me your irony or paradox, hold back nothing that is worthy of inquiry and that can be of purpose and instruction. Help me find hope, as I long for the await scene of truth, happiness, love, compassion, mercy and the spirit that guides it. Deliverer of dreams tossed; show me the pathway to this wonderful journey of ruse and fascination.

BY: Raphael G

Dilemma of the desire

                      DILEMMA OF THE DESIRE

My young years have flown by like migratory birds which will never return,

All things I, desire to do and yet not accomplished,

My desire is a great pain in my intestines and bones, that feed on me and though there isn't no greater desire, that road also has its Burdens,

Those I, rely on and associate with have been of no significant help but despair. Though I don't condemn them for they to ride a similar road,

My surroundings are like a prison which I, constantly war against because of circumstance. Many lost can be attributed to my surroundings,

I daily question why things go this way, and is there a purpose? I'm flatter of how life has been for me, and I, look ahead for more surprises as I, struggle to fulfill my desire.

BY: Raphael G

Sept.1992

infinite quotes

To the many surprise that life offers, the only surprise to me is the lost of a true friend.

To the many roads that spread before us, the inexperienced claims victory.

To understanding, discernment, and wisdom the righteous knowledge has been revealed, and the path of such ones is like the light of the morning sun that gets brighter and brighter as the day draws to a close.

By : Raphael G

The weight of talent

                                      The weight of talent

Far beyond our scope of reason there lays comfort,

Beyond our maturing minds we find a host of complex reasoning,

As our experience increases we are set free or imprisoned by the offset of outcome,

As time presses on we embrace for a new challenge,

we are as vulnerable as the last subject who conceived a brighter tomorrow,

Who among us can grasp the wind?

Who among us can see the sound?

Who among us can dictate the time?

We must press on with unwavering conviction that a true gesture is our only allied, and that our only escape from the falsehood that heavily entangles our motives is not to concede.

The character of many is refined through a process, the good deeds become a blurry cloud that obscures our vision,

We know so much and yet so little, so little and yet find a way. Can a physically blind man see a physical realm?

And does a thinker becomes weighted down because his projection of thought?

If I’m wrong condemn me, if I’m right execute a judgment.

By : Raphael G

Ink n paper

                                           Ink and paper

The ability to self-express, I mean really to convey the true person (the secret person) individual,
takes on a whole dimension and approach.
Being spontaneous to many is like bursting with words and actions aimlessly. But to the well trained and sight, being the true-self, took on a life time of achievements.

The emotional-self (nurturing being) and logical-self (mechanical being) these characters are at a cross-point, since the beginning of time, and just as ancient ! The balance of gifts, may take someone a life cycle and then at our last death stroke we become endow with the ultimate expression.

To be truly free is not rationalizing that we are the wind...to ride the wind is an abstract mindset.

To flow like a mighty river or a gentle stream invokes great passion, when the spirit is stirred it reveals wonders...yet there is a hollow void that chokes at the end.

So where are we ? When the questions and answers are so inspiringly crafted, that seeking the ultimate-expression can lead to a host of the unknown !

Again I take to the Ink and white paper, they hold and record the knowledge...lost and found, seeking its audience, breaking all barriers...setting a path on which there can be guidance, not demanding nor dictating , just benevolent...patient and all embracing.

10/20-1/2016
Raphael G

Lament for departed doll

                   Lament for departed doll

Here once again I sit surrounded by creation. By a small stream of water that tell tales about my life's esteems that once were so plentiful and massive trees that reveal history. By musical bird’s that play haunting melodies, expressing their version of happiness. By laborious creatures that don't give up trying and a restless sunlight beaming on the leaves of where I shade.

Here I sit in the middle of nowhere all directions I look there's a road or a passageway someone once took, my heart desires to help but, who knows how far they stumble forth?

As I patiently sit observing my surroundings I saw a cat decorated in flashing colors distracted and even took no notice of me determine by her pains and a belly full of unborn kittens, she flagged by anxious about her where about's.

Here in the middle of nowhere one comes to meditate and initiate contact with his creator. As I sat patiently a few cautious passers bye's managed to stroll along their path and I wandered!

I long to know and press ever forward too that extra mile to find a road or a path that can lead me to you. For every breath of air fills me with wonderful thoughts about you. Here I send you things a heart can do.

Everything in life is temporarily but the memories of you are everlasting. Your innocent smile brings joy to all low in spirit. Present yourself to me in ways unknown and I, will judge you righteous, for your ways are wonderful, beautiful, and charming. I'm the one who knows and will not give in trying to interpret them. For your ways, are signals to those who follow.

I have found my way towards you, with the little courage that resides me, and the valor I can summons from above. Truly I'm like a young lad in search of understanding, Like the birth of a new star awaiting acceptance, awaiting placing, seeking instruction, finding little hope, stumbling to reach hearts, and yet I weep, I joy, I endure, with many thanks for my very existence is a privilege.

Renew your friendship with me, just as the season compliments one another. Point my way out to the light again, lead my soul out of captivity, be the one to save me and I will be in debt to you forever. Compassion, mercy, reason, and love had a debate at the end they all gave way and rejoiced.

                                
(5/2-10/12-94)               

BY:Raphael G

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If life is a Struggle

If life is a Struggle

If life is a struggle, what does death offers in the long run?

Why do we grief over our short comings?

In high places sits the arrogant, time makes the calls and he is of little means!

Time is a thief it robs us of our youth, it makes us gray and savvy, only to reverse as we become children again in our unstable state.

If only we could remain children’s forever can we challenge time?

Time produces; time reduces, and time the crook that steals values as it never burns out. When one wonders time laughs, when one is hurting time laughs, when one is lonely time laughs, time follows no command it is space to be filled, infinite like the thief’s treachery, ever present to observe and molest our slightest moments, like a 

motionless predator it works its web, and consumes, destroys.

The time capsule that never runs out, the subjects trapped in its belly with little hope, time the unscrupulous vigilant, the giver and taker of life.

Time drags when it is having greater moments, the time is and the time will come for all under its sight to time no more!

If not for the cosmos, and the seasons we would be like the dust particles, cosmic drift tossed in the wind, miniature particles of matter that resemble time itself in so many ways.

The Great Spirit is great, find him and make him your allied. Bow to the mysteries and secrets that simple minds charge at, because understanding is not its helper.

The balance of nature is becoming undone, who can reverse it? Oh father/mother earth that sustains life for a little while, you that shelters the offspring’s of creation in the bosom of paradise, she calls for the souls to fertilize her grounds, she cries out with open mouth and a belly that’s never satisfied.

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Raphael G

Spring of 2010

Dream Weaver

 

Dream weaver

Like a voyage of long ago,

A time long awaited, where the inspiration rejuvenates an inspirator of dreams,

there aren't rehearsed dreams better than agitated currents,

nothing prepares an inspirator for events so impacting like these...only that emotions and innate feelings incorporate to weave complex feelings that exhaust the soul already in surrender.

Again I find myself embracing for the shock of my life...like it was yesterday.

I reason like a innocent young lad in my search for truth, harmony, feelings, principles, and virtues...Oh Lord save me' help me' give strength...understanding in this world of dreams that never seem to seize pouring my way...I'm not dignified of the leveled thinking.

If poetry is letters of second hand, why do I find myself hindered in what is revealed before me? If poetry is letters of second hand' why do I summons a supreme being? Like this was a debate between me and the creator! My reinforcement is to continue revealing the fundamental things of the heart and pursue the current correctness in guiding the senses.

Never doubt what I write...from the most profound things of the heart inspired reasoning ushers forth what the dream weaver feels in his inspired search.

There can be no falsehood in revealing...more likely it is the initial stage to convocate dialogue, where there is invocation souls come together like poetry and the letters to promote communication in the field of thinking. Poetry and its power for sure have gained its rewarding crown for time to come.

She weaves my broken dreams,

she's soft like the morning mist,

she has these beautiful blues...one is the vast oceans...the other a bright sky in a touching spring break,

she's a master work of whom the thinkers of modern and ancient times debate if she is true or not,

she's an electrifying maiden, no need for dynamic energy to assemble my thoughts,

She would be a great lament if lost and the Divine beings would lament her for an eternity.

What would become of me if she was bones of my bones and fresh of my fresh? I care for her like the hen care for their kind.

I would be enchanted with her like a toddler and toy of interest,

she would be my toy in my eternal toddling.

What can a poor gentile man do for a maiden such touching? If life is all I possess ...than my sacrifice is not in vain!

She's hope for a fallen people and they anticipate in her revealing treasures, O' grandiose king of eternity woe' to me if this was letter of second hand, you are my guide...My fort and my call...you my Judge' that the reality is the sacred expression.

O' my Lord equip me for the outstanding of this dream, you well know my tragedy...I'm innocent in this dream that I can't construct, prepare my path according to the events of worth and surprises in which I must embrace, I ask no more...otherwise that the sacred expression returns fortified in a world of abnegation and absences.

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By: Raphael G

 06/15-23/07

Amish Shack

                                        The Amish Shack

They the raving blues that never seem too tire out always on a move like Nomadic caravans from the slightest sound or encompassing position, like a satellite hovering and dancing from above it intrigues and fascinate the observer. The piercing blues that cause so much commotion and excitement in my soul, sending it into bliss of mind bending thoughts. Like a foundries heat that consumes my inquisitive yearnings that contest debate, promoting sanity in an ever winding circular motion of complex undertaking.

Like a dungeon they imprison me as they go about its taxing ways, innocently partaker of the observer; oblivion host. In a world of sadness blue is not so blue after all, the oceans, the vaulted sky, the covenant arc, blue is eternal as promise from above. Two blue pearls in its sockets that reveal enigmas and provide a multitude of reasoning.

Enlighten me, charm me, lead my soul captive in want. I make oath with almighty Yahweh, to never remove me from your sight, keeping me writing and sleepless day and night. Drain my energy, my life’s resources! I feel the sense and meaning of true giving around you. Let heavens be weighted down on our behalf and its host rejoice one more time. If it’s a sin to let go from the abundance of the heart, than I boast as one of them all. I chase the heart as a child would after the passing of a butterfly, as it explores the new world of curiosities laughing and smiling with-out contempt lighting up the biggest fires racing out of control in a givers want.

The poet in quest to decipher meaning and revelations, the ultimate opportunity to engage in a ritual so ancient and yet all embracing. Like an outcast in all his approach, like mission all too impossible… he makes good medicine of what is placed before him. A road tread once too often he walks away with his head bow ever vigilant of what’s next in his quest to reveal.

The enigmatic blues and beautiful of them all, the one subject unique of them all. The shack I frequent to quell my thirst and hunger, the honoree of my life esteems tossed oblivion host. The inspirations never seem to vanish yet I have matured riddled; only if I could remain youthful forever to chase the uncatchable, to race against the wind one more time, to exhaust not like a wolverine relentless in his search, his pursuit. Oh almighty God be the blue eyes in the world in which I seek encouragement, and we shall write many good words together.

I write for you Oh mighty one at all times, when I contemplate beauty of all sort not far away I’m writing about your infinite designs, the everlasting perfect bond of love… imprinted in us humans. She is beautiful like Eden’ indeed and many jubilating souls praise her for the woman she has become. A thousand spring seasons may linger in paradise, but as for me you will be my favorite under God Almighty's watchful eyes; as I serene you and him with expressions of endearment.

I have made you my daily prayer and in these last days I’m not sure about my call, but certainly I have faith that in paradise God almighty; will afford me an link pen where my thoughts race once again after you. Just too unsettled my soul their twins, who is worthy? Of this inspiration only those beautiful blues can tell. Admirable and skilled parents worthy of tribute and off-springs that shower like a cascading powerful crag of waterfalls keep pushing my threshold… I seek an audience with you once again because my spirit is always at lost.

10/2010/01/2011 By: Raphael G

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