"War And Peace"
Posted Saturday 22nd February 2003 by David.
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Greetings Fellow Knights.. most Illustrious Ladye Knights... All and Sundry. [|:^})
When a man has unity. That is to say that when his inner organisation is at peace, and there are not seperate parts of him or her arguing 'in there' and that further he or she has attained that certain something in themselves that crystalises this unity so that it cannot be disturbed or unbalanced by anything arising external to oneself....
Well it's just sheer Blisskooarno surely? Roses, just roses. Hmm.. perhaps, if one were not surrounded by so many mechanical men bent on the process of reciprocal mass destruction, a man, even a unified one, could maybe sleep restfully at night.
We are all one being. The Universe is just one huge gigantic Organism!
If one innocent creature is hurting, then I too suffer because of it.
Now I have seen that glorious new Dawning on the world at Peace, but for most folk out there who are stuck at that present moment 2003, there is too much pain around for any of them to wake up. And in consequence, they go about in fear thanks to the insane clatterings and chatterings of the warmongering classes and their servile hacks propogating all this in their "newspapers" and 'tee-vees'.
Will you do something about it? Will you switch off to all that?
Love and Peace, David.
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Mail me if you wish to ask any questions re; the Eshcaton for inclusion in this continuing discussion.
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Saturday 1st March 2003.
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The cure is to take the medicine as Neil Young once remarked. The people are the beast. Awakening is the only cure. Take The Medicine.
The number of a man is 666.... So sayeth the book of Revelations, (Ch 13 Vs 18) and people need to learn, if they can't remember what they read, what good is it to quote chapter and verse to them.. The people are the beast because they aren't awake, and don't understand the media-military-industrial machine is using them for it's fuel..
About 5 billion sheople have been scared almost to death with the insane clamourings of the Dogs of War. In Germany they have a name for this crime.. It is called "Volksverhetzung" =harassment of the people.
Yes People, you have to take responsibility. Because we all are "Responsible".
Peace
&
Love
Take The Medicine!
The Hippy is The Medicine.
You have to be Hip.
You have to know Everything.
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Monday 3rd March 2003
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Today, I am going to let Donovan Leitch say it for me with his highly appropriate song "Universal Soldier"
Take it away Bro' ...
"The Universal Soldier"
He's five foot two, and he's six feet four, he fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty one and he's only seventeen, he's been a soldier for a thousand years.
He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain, a Bhuddist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn't kill, and he knows he always will, kill you for me my friend and me for you.
And he's fighting for Canada, and he's fighting for France, he's fighting for the U. S. A.
And he's fighting for the Russians and he's fighting for Japan, and he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.
And he's fighting for Democracy, he's fighting for the Reds, he says it's for the Peace of All.
He's the one who must decide, who's to live and who's to die, and he never sees The Writing on The Wall.
But without him how would Hitler have condemned them at Le Valle, without him Caeser would have stood alone.
He's the one who gives his body as a Weapon of the War, and without him all this killing can't go on.
He's The Universal Soldier and he really Is To Blame, his orders come from far away no more.
They come from here and there and you and me....
And Brothers.......
Can't You See
"This is NOT the WAY we put the end to War!"...
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Easter Saturday 2003
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WINTER IN WARTIME
Last night I dreamed a dream: once more I stood
High on the windy hill, above the wood
Where often through enchanted April days
I sat in silver shadows; watched the rays
Of sunlight coax the valley mists away
Till fields and town lay shining in the day.
Now all was winter-sadness in my dream
Only unfriendly darkness; not a gleam
Of twinkling light from windows far below:
No carillon of bells across the snow
Crowding the night sky with the call to prayer.
In vain I looked for Truth and Reason there;
Only Despair
Peered through the tangled tresses of her hair.
And from the distance like a roll of thunder,
Tearing the awful, silent night asunder,
Stark Horror roared with all her hordes of war.
Oh, where was Light and where was Sanity!
Was this a world without a Deity.
Should we forever have to walk along
With men who'd lost the beauty of all song.
I looked towards the hills; Lo! over them
Radiant, there shone the Star of Bethlehem.
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A poem written by Henry Morgan during a WW1 Easter. Many thanks Pop. Peace be with you always.
And what better time and place to add another of his I have just espied with my little eye.. It is titled Futility, but don't let that mislead you. :-) :-)
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FUTILITY
God, tell me this, for only you can know
The reason why around the world must go
The threatening murmur, rising to a cry,
Then, sinking slowly, gasping through a sigh,
To rise again in waves of fearful awe;
The cry of "war" !
Hidden behind the veil of mystery
The woods and twilight, stardust, and the sea,
moved by some hidden power from stone to stone
and thundering down the years for evermore;
Spring time in England, and the hum of bees,
and rain in April . . . . .
Yet to me all these
were clear as sunlight in a crystal bowl
Beside the secret of man's heart and goal :
Blessed with the powers of Gods, creative, skilful,
yet turning skill to actions wild and wilful,
unreasoning in their object and their aim,
seeking a transient glory and false fame
which passes like the passing of a star . . . . . .
For it would seem
By some perversity men always dream
and long for what they have not, which, when gained,
Loses its glamour, then with eyes of pained
and deep surprise, turn to regain once more
The quiet beauty which they'd missed before :
Stars in the grass and blossom -- laden boughs ;
The Thrush's music when he makes his vows
From misty dawn to darkness . . . This the peace
That soldiers long for when the guns shall cease.
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By Henry George Morgan, father of Henry Clifton, father de moi. :-) Now are there any more gun-barrels still needing a White-Rose stuffed into their muzzles ??
Love and Peace.
David.
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