When the time is right

“Maybe this is the right time to say this because I've been thinking that things may be worse by far than they seem to the extent that if we all do not pull together now it may be too late very soon to do so.

Having said that, there are many that are putting out love to counteract all that seems wrong with the world in a most positive way, so much so that to be around them is an uplifting force and inspires to the point you decide enough is enough and join in the movement to bring all into the light.

There are elements that do not want to be in the light and have the wherewithal to negate all the good deeds and work behind the scenes to keep us all in darkness so that they can carry on with their plans that do none any good whatsoever and only serve to better their lot.

It is possible that we all do not know how bad things really are and do not see the whole picture of it all and this serves the ones who keep it this way.

I for one am beginning to realize that those who have been elected into power to serve us and protect and look after us do not do so and in fact do the opposite to the extent that they look down upon us as unworthy to live in their world and are only here to be controlled and channelled as they would have it to make things as they would have them.

There are others who seem to have the real power and these ones are the ones to be afraid of, so they would have you believe because they have limitless money and own most of the world and can do anything they want to do.

But, fear is its own downfall if you want to fall into that.

Things are changing and we are coming to see who the dark ones are and what they stand for.

When the truth is known by enough people things will change fast, for when the light shines brightly enough the darkness will wither away; when the time is right,” said Blue-Jane to the camp-fire that was crackling mightily.

IN A TENT BESIDE THE ROAD

The moon slipped across the sky with not a word said, but between Blue-Jane and the stars much was known.

“In a tent beside the road with the radio playing and growing fainter as the hours pass, I know I will never be here again.

I may not get there, I may never succeed, I may never be rich, but, I am here, and that is all that matters,” said Blue-Jane to the moon.

“& crying up you will reach for your god that will not be there for you...and you will cry and cry...and all your money will be as nothing because everything will fail, eventually,” said the moon.

“Really?” said Blue-Jane.

A sketch of god walked across the road in the rain and became instantly lost. Completely distant from this, another blue-veined dream wanted what it could see about being lost and decided to become lost too....before too long the revolution had started with millions becoming lost in the art of not seeing...

A DROP OF YOUR LOVE

“Feeling that the fight is too hard

And wishing there was somewhere else to go

Where one drop of your love

Could pierce a thousand dungeons of despair

And light up my soul from out of the madness.

But in this place of rocks and demons

And all the things I can’t forget

I stumble and can’t find my way

And find I’m too tired to raise my head

And wonder why you leave me so,” said Blue-Jane to the moon.

“It’s just the way it is,” said the moon.

THE SAUCE IS FREE

Across the border, another story was in full swing as a helicopter bashed through the sky like a wardrobe falling through bricks leaving behind it a wall of thunder that drowned the conversation in full swing just then of a vibrant table of wine drinkers who all looked up and shivered until the helicopter fell out of sight.

“What right have you to exist while I’m breathing?” shouted an angry man to his girlfriend from a nearby table in the lull the machine made on its flyby.

“Quite right,” she said and pulling out a gun full of bullets from her handbag shot the angry boyfriend through his heart until he was seriously dead and then walked off in a huff leaving the waiters to rifle through his clothes to find his money to pay the bill and then dispose of the body down a hole that was popping up everywhere these days and in all shapes and sizes to accept whatever was offered.

After the wine drinkers had calmed down and were drinking happily again and dipping their fingers in the free sauce the lights went out on this part of the story.

TEMPORAL INCLUSION

“Bumping up against the temporal wall of inclusion where the sharks come to feed, the circle finally closes and the knowing comes there’ll never be a need to go there again...

And sailing away, the memory that made it what it was fades away into the past.

Oh what a lonely path to find no feet before to tread, no sign or mark to know if right is wrong.

And if where we look is where we drown and wear some stranger’s crown so fey upon the brow

And all we see is instantly lost in the seeing,” said Blue-Jane to the lonely night, and then went to sleep.

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