- Well, they TOLD me what the deal was, and confirmed my
worst suspicions; we were quite a bit more rotten than I knew. We were
ALSO far more beautiful than I ever had imagined -- re-fell in love with
human beings, it's true! The pictures of the past implanted deep within
my brain were a cavalcade of memory and much more than mere refrain. I
was floating like a spirit but a witness to it all. The *forgotten* shout
the message, and I'm there to hear them call.
- It was like "Great Expectations," and the Mantis
sang the tune; the Grey was all translation with its probe. The Lizard
handled *movies* and resolved them in my head, and the flower sent the
_feelings_ of those shown. I was THERE where they would put me (like the
spirit Christmas Past); our record was a SEA and I could see that it was
vast. The stuff I saw would curl hair and I could see it all. I was there
for the betrayals, the deceptions, and the stalls.
- I'd begun to almost hate us as I'd *watched* the forced
concessions of the weaker for the stronger -- by decree. We were there
to take the low road -- when we did we went *below* low, and we whimpered
up to shame on callused knees. The diamonds in the garbage hardly made
up for the carnage that was spun out quick before me in this *vision*.
Gratified, it sometimes worked, in spite of all the selfish JERKS that
stall for gain and fan our indecision.
- There are some who won't succumb, so fast, to feed their
worn sensations. They won't abide the sociopath -- work hard for his cessation.
They won't give up their principles for porcelain bidets -- or land, or
homes, or trophy wives, and other things that lay. They see that stuff
they covet hard just leads to other *stuff*. They know a feast's been served,
at last, and *plenty* is enough. It's these that are the beautiful -- keep
the rest of us employed, keep our cups, near, overflowing -- keep our families
close to joy.
- It's amazing how they showed me. It's like they put me
in the *room*! It's more than motion picture, it's got detail; it's got
zoom! You can check out Caesar's nose hairs, or watch Atlantis sink, you
can see the megalithic move their stones and smell their stink. I was shown
it all "unvarnished", and the truth DOES set you free when you
know at last where's buried all the bones -- to finally *SEE*! Explained
at last -- conundrums that have festered at your mind. Gone at last, the
scales drop, but then perceive that you've been blind.
- Humankind's a vicious beast not learning from mistakes?
Religious fundamentals come from charlatans and fakes? Cultures bloomed
and died, in ageless time, like desert flowers? The innocents made guilty
while the *guilty* covet power? Priests and Kings cooperate to betray and
fleece their sheep -- who rise up periodically to express their basic need?
- (Yeah, *watching* all this hurt like hell, but it's tooth
work put behind you -- less is more you have discovered at the end. When
all is plain before you (and the truth it CAN alarm you!), an open mind's
your truest, finest friend.)
- How to tell you where they took me, and the visions that
they showed me from the dimmest past to lurid present CRIME . . . It was
brutal, it was harsh, but lots of flowers in the marsh; they were *artists*
making records of our time.
- I watched a leering Adolf and sad Eva get it on (!),
attempting what you'd call a carnal union? She was trying what she COULD
to make him *happen* (get him stood) but his failure was predictable (gratifying)
-- amusing. I watched the prideful and paternal, but still evil, hurtful
pillars of a *well respected* culture holding sway. I saw space folk, from
the stars, provide for Asian plains of jars!!! I watched "Vietnamese"
secure their day.
- Soon the visions were repellant, but so enthralling all
at once, and all mixed up together -- bad and good with saints and chumps.
"Stop it . . ." finally stammered from my freeze dried lips and
mouth! "Stop, before my shame PREVAILS"! Was this what we're
about? The *movie* kept on going like my wishes didn't matter. The truth
ran hot and heavy as my world dropped and shattered. . .
- How would you keep from break down? What would it do
to YOU? The only thing that's worse than truth? The ignorance of it, dude.
- Besides, truth's a lot less ugly (I've learned) when
it's admitted, addressed, and then put behind you -- a stone of the (more
solid) foundation. The admission lends it a cloak of real beauty that can
be worn -- justifiably!
- SIGHTINGS HOMEPAGE
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