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Bells on Our Fingers Rings on Our Toes
It is like we are each a sun. For eons we placidly move along, passing on the intense power burning inside with infinite control.
Then periodically the sunspots lead to solar flares which break out and pour out a stream of attacks releasing pent up frustration.
We are each of us a sun. We live in a universe of training. And we burn silently until we say….
ENOUGH
This is our earth. What gives some group of power-hungry shadowy entities the right to dictate to those of us they call slaves. That we can only enjoy the bounty of the earth if “They” allow us to.
This is our earth. If we want to breath the air of freedom without restrictions, what gives someone the right to force that on us. “They” were not created to dispense their thoughts of power. We are born to learn from the idiocy of our so-called masters.
This is our earth. What is called justice will be meted out by an intelligence greater than us, not by a self serving righteous mob…