The electric energy which motivates us is not within our bodies at all. It is a part of the universal supply which flows through us from the Universal Source with an intensity set by our desires and our will.~Walter Russell
It’s morning, the needy show empty bowls
in piteous shows to wangle power.
For once my fierce no echoes, newfangled,
wrought from new perception, surprise dangled
as an avalanche of frozen banks fall.
This lesson keeps repeating ’til I call foul,
order offending players to the bench.
It’s all just story, I say, as they flinch.
I know it feels real, facing eviction
–sounding superior, my conviction
boots on the ground where the twisted tales seize
energy, insist we bow low to greed.
Guarding the Gates with a smirk and control
of the media waves, farmland and souls
are imprisoned as long as we believe
our sovereignty can never be retrieved.
For centuries, we’ve been entrained to lie
under the yoke, but now the truth decry.
We Are Not Slaves. We create, manifest
the narratives we choose to say are best.