If you don’t know you are being fed false information, then how can you avoid forming a false picture of reality? And if you form that false picture, then you guide your own behavior inside that framework–Which means you’re limiting your own behavior and perception.~Jon Rappoport
Back when I shriveled in the noxious fumes
air, water and food imbued with toxins
I acquired a diagnosis or two
by doctors flummoxed, their knowledge boxed in
tight by the medical cartel, controlled
and muted in the politics of drugs.
The Hippocratic Obligation to
harm none lost along the wayside. Now thugs
carrying out orders from above, not
the most high, that Christed healing decried.
I found my way. I got in tune. I thought
that I could sing a healing song, denied
by people so invested in the score
of fear and retribution, war and lack.
My voice rising, my instrument, my core
vibrating to the frequency love track
of joy! Yes, even in the chaos all
around, you’ll feel my tender sound. I hear
the symphony in you. You’ll wake and call
across the stage where we’re all tuning: Here!