My Little Rebellion #5

Planting seeds, pulling weeds

Planting seeds, pulling weeds

Not certain IF its me, or the sunny Blue skies?

Or the X39 non transdermal patch day 18

The temperatures rising the Truth disgracing lies

The new friends on Sub Stack or so it seems

Pulling out the weeds where they do not belong

Face to the multiple screens

Ears to the swinging Steve Earl songs

With a fearless heart, that wakes early, coffee cream

Tired of pretending

Thrilled Awakening to remembering

That the spirit is fully living

One only needs to be determined, defiant, Let God sing

In the birds

In the Kittens

In the warming of the circling Sun

People still holding on to the status quo

Insisting the poisonous shots sweeping the trauma with a dismissive shun

People are open or closed,….pouring the shattering truth slow

People will go their own way, that they will

People, family friends and foe

My revolution my rebellion number 5 until

Decoding the structures of control

Ad blocker irrating keep pushing buttons kill

Decoding the 1913 Jekyl island banking scam

Dire Straights Antartica interstellar machines fill

Decoding the illegal invasions of sovereign lands

Staging the day, making spaces in the ether

Decoding interpretations of the Constitution scans

The victors and villians common law speaks here

Israel, Ukraine, Venezuela, Russian, the promised lands

New moon at 11 o’clock, Sun at 2pm in the same sky

The Lords of jets conduct solar management radiation

Green leaves on the big Maples kiss the sky

Purple, white Lilacs swing in the winds

Tired of pretending confessing why

Some people are still mislead still friends

“Put your money where your mouth is” try

Accepting the considerable blessings bestowed again

Done with the net zero, global climate crisis lie

Done with the last four years of a nightmare blend

Done with any excuses in myself not to fly

Catch me in the high desert central Oregon winds

Catch me on the news when I cry an Eagles song high

Catch me on my little rebellion #5 reading scripture again

Rebuking the jets, the pilots, their white cocaine lies

In the name of God Almighty, Jesus the Christ, and the Holy Ghost

These are my fish bowls, my Sun, my skies

My kittens, my trees, my pioneering spirit under a graceful host.

Tired of pretending, thrilled at exposing lies.

Rebel on

Carry on

The energy you’re feeling is your soul calling from inside the great beyond

It wakes you up at 3 am

It rings in your ears

It screams in the meditation

It brings up every doubt, fear

Changes playing on

History, memories, changing gears

Welcome to revolution # 5

When the changes are you.