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What if you drank enough to see the connection between everything? What if questions became answers –

What if you were thirsty enough to drink sunshine and let words fall into a Word.

To reveal the connections, or one connection. A totality of our communion with brutally-ripped shreds of gentleness

What if you prayed enough for your knees to become your lips, what if what if became what is, You Exist, and something greater exists that may also be YOU and I and I. and your

Green possibilities, cascades of balkanized historical theories, became the surety of sunlight in hungry eyes, the strength of guidance in God’s guidelines – irrefutable like seashores of experience painted on the walls of summer cottages in the middle of winter

Pass through my thoughts like speech,

What if your blasphemy became my holiness because of its soft hardness, What if my blasphemy became your truth, what if love became the truth,

What if goodness was just goodness, what if sadness was just sadness,

Why should a wellspring of youth wither by the wiles of a broken uncivilization?

Why not

Cruise at 1,000 miles around the side of your blankness, oh materialism whore redemption refunded in your pew of conformity and new ____ for only $49.99 put your future on the line we will move into our box and call it a castle, pimp out our future forever for the sake of your advertising slogan – make sure goodness is bought and sold as you divide the clothes of the nations.

Yet still can find a song of grace and power where the beauty of the eternal feminine is found even in a strip club, and

Pulsing with crushing stability – the old glory of belonging crushes separateness like a war of love , Peace, hungry for your soul’s syrupy ode to a realistically-idealized idyllic vision, the easiest thing in the world is the hardest, where hard meets soft, do you feel the truth, we need no hurdles like a movie set, disentangle from the fray,

Summer days – you play at time, time plays at you – your reflection of identity in a shard of glass or a movie screen, but the chorus of a greater song supports the hymn of coruscating questing – if you feel the questing you are the grand path, answer, question.

(c) 2011 Paul Brian

Production Line

Sometimes I feel like a part on a production line                               Pressed down, cut out,                                                                                  Heart marching in time                                                                           Spit out of the loud bang of machine sex and machine God,               Conveyed ubiquitously from the coordinated crash of a vast machinery,                                                                                             Pressed out of steel, steeled to win at all costs, but watching winners lose,                                                                                                                   Forget if you are me or I am you,                                                               On the production line.

Yes, sometimes I feel like a part on a production line
Pressed down, cut out,
Heart marching in time
Spit out of the loud bang of God sex machine soul part whole

consume, consumed, fed along a track,
Conveyed in a generic mechanical progress,
Pressed out of steel, steeled to lose, but never winning or losing,
Forget if you are me or I am you,
On the production line.

Programmed and designed by some higher beings,
Or maybe just those with a different vantage point,
Made by sharper eyesight and a more perfect understanding.
Sharper will. Pressed in the middle of a cast-iron die, that has cast you in your part before your time even                                                    arrives, divided from your fellow material in a process of creation and destruction.
Pushed out as a part or as scrap metal to the side,
The inevitable byproduct of the finished part,
Sitting in a bin of scraps,
Little other parts of hearts.
Sloughing off in time -
Where a process and a reason express their lesser rhyme,
Sacrifice for the whole; perform martyrdom on a dime.

Reverberating with purpose, hard hit and cut out
Into your function,
Formed in a moment of hard meeting
Designed with precision

and based on your material
which will conform to the higher force
and form something greater than itself
more defined and purposeful than an unformed whole?
or more used, ubiquitous and lost?

The questions ask themselves with each boom, with gusto,
I am, but in what form and where should I go?
On the production line.

© 2011 Paul Brian.

(c) 2011 Paul Brian

Parts of an interview clip I shot of Herman Cain back back in March were sampled on Jimmy Kimmel Live last night. Whatever people’s views on Herman Cain he is an affable, rather hilarious guy and I remember this interview after a Heritage Foundation briefing being a lot of fun. I realized right from the get-go hearing him speak to a group of us at the briefing earlier that he was charismatic and humorous, with good campaign slogans, and would become a formidable force in the 2012 run. Now that Herman has dropped out of the race hopefully more and more of his supporters begin the natural process of supporting Ron Paul. Many of Ron Paul’s economic and social views are in line with Herman’s.

Enjoy the video. I’ve posted the original clip below so you can see where Kimmel took the excerpts from.

Do you want a side of Newt World Order with that freedom burger?

And I hope to hell globalist bank shill Newty boy doesn’t get elected. In this article I disagree with writer on many points here not least his apparent admiration of dismal failure Woodrow Wilson, and equating Obama with anticolonial ideal, but he makes good points about Newt’s pseudo-historian act where he glosses over King Leopold’s immense abuses in Congo to regurgitate instead tired talking points about the European social order. http://www.nytimes.com/2011/12/05/opinion/what-gingrich-didnt-learn-in-congo.html

Bonfire of the liberties.

Sad news for the former Republic of the US. Recent passage of NDAA and its amendment particularly Sec. 1031 lays groundwork for a greater staged crisis. This will likely come in the form of either false flags and/or accelerated economic implosion, followed by rise of a military-backed leader who will then pass an enabling act giving him/her power and using the NDAA amendments to officialize dictatorship, camps, detentions, etc.

What seems logical on the surface at this time to some US citizens, will pave the way in years to come for mass detention, removal of due process and imposition of legally-supported martial law in US cities and towns, but the sad thing is most people in the US and around world won’t believe that until it starts happening. Blogs like this one will simply start being blocked. Telescreens in grocery stores will tell you to watch out for your neighbours. Remember, the government is legitimate and fair, that’s why you should pay them your hard-earned money and accept their wars and lies. It’s for your own good. Never heard that one before.

“I know what you’re thinking about my pants: ‘please keep them on.’ But I am talking about metaphorical pants. I’m talking about those pants that you wear because you’re told to wear them.” -Lyric Excerpt

I arrived late to the rally and there were only about forty people once I was there, but I was told there were around 200 people there earlier. Enjoy the song.

While you fight side by side with your fellow soldiers, bankers all over the world are betting on both sides and funding war through debt.

11/11 is a day to remember the bravery & honour of those who served and serve here in North America.

However, it is also time to remember who we really are and our Higher Design. We are built through love, and our existence is inherently founded on our ability to survive in interrelationship and mutual protection. Liberty & respect for each other is the basis of peace. Peace starts at home in the family and spreads to the world. Remembering the roots of our existence brings us to peace. Once you see that the matrix is real you can begin to rebuild from basics. Our true nature is love & natural nobility of the soul, but again and again many good people are dragged into the entropy of outward events.

Surrender to your higher nature.

As part of the fight for the human soul it is time to expose the lying, cowardly, money-changing crooks who drum up the propaganda, write the orders, fund both sides, and instigate and/or take advantage of wars throughout history. Not for the sake of “blame” but for the sake of clarification.

What profit is it to gain the world but lose your soul? God is Truth. DON’T TREAD ON ME.

The obvious bias of the two main CNBC questioners also didn’t help, by making some of the candidates look more like victims than inveterate liars. Ron Paul did great and even got in a direct statement that it’s time to “End the Fed.” Newt, Bachmann, Romney, etc. also made sure to steal his ideas and present them as though they’ve shared them from the start. The unexpected highlight, however, was of course watching the end of Rick Perry’s campaign take place in real-time right up on the stage. Perry looked like he hasn’t slept in years, looked really depressed and yet simultaneously goofy. He seemed resigned to his role as a comedian pretending to run for president. In his best quotation of the night, looking like he was trying not to crack up at his own rhetoric, Perry exclaimed “I want to plant a big ‘ol flag in the middle of Amurka that says ‘Open for business…again’!!! ”