5 SEPTEMBER 2020

[Nimh]

Gravitons...antigravitons...blue flames

[Black_Rose]

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[IoBoI]

The world is waking up in an odd way, but is conflicting harshly with the way information is disillusioned and the way things are ran nowadays. This is a cause for severe anguish, it’s like learning the ability to run or swim but being weighed down by a degenerative way of thinking that is the current norm. This s many souls crying out, all these people, it can’t and doesn’t go unheard. Proper punishment awaits the wicked, their own actions are their own hell but some require the fitting treatment. Things will be okay, the end of the world only awaits for those who dwell with the dead and the sleeping. Choosing a more elevated and intelligent path already means you’ve proven yourself and secured your spot. I do have a strong feeling of tribulation among us and as human anguish brews and stirs so does the tribulation. We are hurting and in chains by the hands of selfish oppressors, and the Renaissance is soon and the world will become truly free. They’ll try to throw obstacles or hurdles, but their bag of tricks are limited. You cannot chain us, for we are free as the light that flows through space to reach earth and as animalistic as our primal ancestors. You can take this as a miscellaneous rant or something more I don’t know myself but it’s something I believe. “The future is now old man”

[Xicad]

Yes, i did discover The Organization and tried to warn them. The subreddit seems to be contaminated with trolls at this point.

Please just find a safe place.

[Redbeck]

The January Man
D. Goulder
[Mark September's verse for tis bolded, then switch your mind's eye to grasp the coat tails of The Green Man and tread carefully in his footsteps towards rebirth]

The January man he goes around in woollen coat and boots of leather
The February man still shakes the snow from of his clothes and blows his hands
The man of March he sees the Spring and wonders what the year will bring
And hopes for better weather.

Through April rain the man goes down to watch the birds come in to share the summer
The man of May stands very still to watch the children dance away the day
In June the man inside the man is young and wants to lend a hand
And smiles at each new comer.

In July the man in cotton short he sits and thinks and being idle
The August man in thousands takes the road to find the sun and watch the sea
September man is standing near to saddle up another year
And Autumn is his bridle

The man of new October takes the rain and early frost is on his shoulder
The poor November man sees fire and mist and wind and rain and winter ere
December man looks through the snow to let eleven brothers know
They're all a little older

The January man he comes around again in coat and boots of leather
To take another turn and walk along the icy roads he knows so well
The January man is here the start of each and every year
Along the road forever

[Black_Rose]

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