A View From Above : Citizen Soldier

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Citizen Soldier

American Revolutionary War, 1775 - 1783

This is a poem I wrote, many years ago:

I am a Daughter of the Revolution. My blood has stained the ground. In this cherished land my boots have trod. In this cherished land my fears have gnawed- but I've thrown them off with a guffaw. With musket, powder, cloak and dagger, I am unlike polities swagger, for I am honour bound. The trees, my cover, the babbling brook, await the line I bait with hook. For up ahead opposition lies. And I am one and they are five. Covert and silent, I know the drill, as I creep across yon silent hill. I push aside locks grazing brow and grasp my musket more firmly now. My heart is steady as stealthily, I approach the enemy. Blood, sweat and loss is all I've known. For father, mother, children gone. And country on verge of collapse. I cannot bare hear dirge of Taps. What drives me is it courage, duty? Or is it liberty's proclivity? We must accomplish task at hand--restoration of this great land. All else is worthless if freedom lost and unresolved at any cost. ~ M.D.

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Apple Logic

"Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes, the ones who see things differently, they're not fond of rules. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can't do is ignore them because they change things. They push the human race forward and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do. -- Steve Jobs, U.S. Computer Engineer & Industrialist (1955 - 2011)

Flashpoint

November 20, 2013: http://my-fusion.blogspot.com
Note: Google has put a "gag" order on this site

I am tired of being manipulated

I am tired of being used

I am tired of supporting a system

That only takes and does not give back

I am tired of politicians

Who only know how to use people

People are Important

People are what make the world turn

People get assholes elected

And then those same assholes turn on them

Obama, Schumer, Boehner, Reid and Pelosi

and all you others

You know Who You Are

You have let me down along

With millions of others

You have no soul

You have no mercy

You are soulless

You are evil

You will do what you must do

to keep your power, to protect your asses along with

Your assets in the time allotted

But after that allotted time,

Watch out

The people do not forget

Yes, they do forgive

but only because they have compassion

Something you all know nothing about

There is coming a flash point

In which God fearing Men and Women

Will, altogether, come together

And declare an End to The Games
---
And so it was, November 8, 2016

James Madison

The accumulation of all powers, legislative, executive, and judiciary, in the same hands, whether of one, a few, or many, and whether hereditary, self-appointed, or elective, may justly be pronounced the very definition of tyranny.

A popular government without popular information or the means of
acquiring it is but a prologue to a farce or a tragedy, or perhaps
both. Knowledge will forever govern ignorance: And a people who mean
to be their own Governors, must arm themselves with the power which
knowledge gives.

"AS ABOVE, SO BELOW"

The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus also known as The Smaragdine Table or Tabula Smaragdina:

"AS ABOVE, SO BELOW" ~ Whatever happens on any level of reality (physical, emotional or mental) also happens on every other level. The three parts of the Wisdom of the whole universe:

*Alchemy (the operation of the sun)

*Astrology (the operation of the stars)

*Theurgy (the operation of the gods)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The above refers to the card in Tarot, "The Magician"

Poetry

I am a Daughter of the Revolution. My blood has stained the ground. In this cherished land my boots have trod. In this cherished land my fears have gnawed- but I've thrown them off with a guffaw. With musket, powder, cloak and dagger, I am unlike polities swagger, for I am honour bound. The trees, my cover, the babbling brook, await the line I bait with hook. For up ahead opposition lies. And I am one and they are five. Covert and silent, I know the drill, as I creep across yon silent hill. I push aside locks grazing brow and grasp my
musket more firmly now. My heart is steady as stealthily, I approach the enemy. Blood, sweat and loss is all I've known. For father, mother, children gone. And country on verge of collapse. I cannot bare hear dirge of Taps. What drives me is it courage, duty? Or is it liberty's proclivity? We must accomplish task at hand--restoration of this great land. All else is worthless if freedom lost and unresolved at any cost.

The Spirit Within

There's a part of me I'll never know that long lost Indian of many moons ago my daughter's name was Many Bluebells with spittled hair and sweated brow and forced to run the gauntlet now that led us all right straight to hell the muted sun the frozen ground nothing making any sound bodies lying all around staring faces with grimaces upon a bunch of primitives this I was told not long ago and one I hope to more deeply know.

ET, Please Phone Home

Forgive me cause I'm Human-
all the mistakes I've made
Forgive me cause I'm Human-
for the breath I take
They say the Aliens are benevolent
a trait to be admired
But I believe they learned from us
for their brains are just not wired
Forgive me cause I'm Human-
struggling with the vast Unknown
Forgive me cause I'm Human-
ET, will you please phone home?
To those who know just Who they are
From a distant planet, a distant star
this poem is meant to draw you out
For your presence here is without a doubt

From One Empath to Another

"A Ritual to Read to Each Other" by William Stafford
If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke
And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider -
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark
For it is important that awake people should be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give-yes or no, or maybe-
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep
---
Thank you, Jackie, for sending this to me...

A View From Above

Fulfillment ~ "2023, a Year of Goodbyes"

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Citizen Soldier

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