Dark Details of a Journey into Light

Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump

Battle Notes 0.7

Dear Diary,

We get closer to that delirious day when America chooses their next President and leader of the free world.  As this battle to free fertile footprints continues, the next world leader shall be crucial and have every opportunity to be great.  Republicans and Democrats have dragged America in a downward spiral to the end of times.  Other known political parties have partial answers yet lack a cohesive core.  It is just another reason America creeps closer and closer toward the bottom of a philosophical barrel where extinct cultures and humanoids once calling this planet home go to die.  The usual choices of bad or worse Americans face every four years just met catered chaos better known to most as magick.

Future Mr. President Donald Trump or Madam President Hillary Clinton shall face challenges like no other U.S. President ever.  Among other unusual events, America witnessed an exposed political system rotten to the core allowing any ignoramus to become a political leader, a mostly Liberal Media including Facebook showing no shame for killing us softly with good intentions, and some young folks fighting back against the absurdly brutal national police state with lethal retaliation of their own.  When one factors in the main message revealed in this interconnected virtual space of blogs and morale of America under a presidency of the worst, our next leader shall enter a Firestorm.

Once upon a time in this presidential political journey seeming to never end, Mr. Trump looked like just another Republican loser with more money and bravado than the usual parasitic creatures from D.C.  Suddenly, the Donald appears to be quite another man indeed.  Having dinners in Detroit ghettos and meeting Mexican Presidents for quaint chit chats while updating and thus strengthening his platform goes a long way toward creating an image of a real leader.  He has already apologized for some of his unfortunate statements.  He is a businessman after all and is apt to offer out any old notion as a negotiating point and not necessarily a true belief.  Mr. Trump is always looking for the best deal.

Hillary Clinton brings too many problems into this election to mention here.  Yes, I know I have promised to stand by our first lady contender to my own physical detriment.  Nevertheless, intellectual integrity might be damaged if I did not give the devil, err… Trump his due.  My endorsement of Mrs. Clinton is an attempt to save her as I am called here to save the Earthly Goddess.  If she is not just another woman of the world adapted to succeed in a pathetic physically and spiritually debilitating patriarch matrix then I should like to know why not?

Once upon a time in this peculiar presidential election of many cuts (the first cut is the deepest) Mrs. Clinton seemed to hold victory in a Gucci bag.  Bags go out of style and it appears the Hillary Clinton bag has suffered a bit of damage of wear and tear.  She has missed every opportunity to be great and stand above mediocrity as more problems continue to fall like summer rain in the Catskills.  A real problem for the hopeful Madam President is her affiliation with the Democrat Party.  Their highest ranking party member has shown the world a bankruptcy in the original ideas department and more Socialism that is the engine powering every Democrat heart.  They simply have nothing more to offer other than some new form of Fascism.  Republicans have recently had less to offer but President Obama changed history.

During stormy weather, where does a political leader go?  They go to their core.  Mrs. Clinton and the Democrats really have no core.  Donald Trump has a core and a mantra.  “Make America great again.”  Mrs. Clinton cannot say something like that for fear of disrespecting the current stiff in the White House.  There are several such problems for Mrs. C and I believe the analogous sports expression is “hamstrung”.  Furthermore, Trump can change.  Hillary cannot change her many problems and they would cloud a would-be presidency and may very well give way to impeachment proceedings.  Her soul may best be saved at this point if she is not U.S. President as the office seems to give some people a sense of false self-esteem.

Warrior victory and path to a prescribed matriarch society arrives to this world regardless of inadequacies in any other American President.  Details, what remains are dark details of a sacred journey and one gets a notion it will get darker before the dawn.  Details seem beyond gifts granted to enlightened Poets.  So, buckle in tight and get ready for one hell of a ride with magick-making mystics and dramatic dreams of gentle giants.  All that stands between a cultural pot of gold at the end of vibrant rainbows glowing over a Utopian world looks like disturbed spiritual impotence toting that same old bag of tricks none of the kids wanted last Halloween.  Time to toss out all those pathetic pimps and tricks of the past making way for a beautiful dawn.

LINKS

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Awakening Beauty

Battle Notes 0.4

It began about two years ago on Facebook this turbo-charged Firestorm of enlightenment sending a once reluctant Poet through the dark realm of prophecies and spiritual power into the light of awareness.  Lately, thoughts on the man voted worst U.S. President since World War II clutter the mind and it bothers me considering he is finished and there should be nothing left to be done.  So I wonder as a Sagittarius is born to do about why such thoughts persist.  As I had recently spent some time away from Facebook, it was coming back for a short spell that answered my question.  Funny how life often takes you in a circle like a neverending story changing from one lesson to the next from one quest to another and back again.

Why am I stuck on the past?  I am here ignited by Earthly Goddess love and some of that love came through virtual space.  It seems some of these women may have held our current President in high regard and to see him set aflame by the Poet perhaps burns bridges to cosmic love and leaves emotions wounded wandering alone upon an invisible plane looking for answers or consolation.  Such emotions look for more than perhaps poetry can answer. 

Sympathy runs deep for those of you voting for and holding love for the man but such hope is now dead and buried.   Do not shed tears for him as he walks slowly into anonymity.  Earth Goddess tears hold power in cosmic magick and are wasted upon spiritual impotence.  As of today, your power can only help the living.  That part of your past is not coming back.  Words given to the Universal Matrix, the cosmic force powering our world, the Universal Goddess would not allow a comeback of any known barrier to my mission.  More precisely , passionate words in the Quantum Field cannot be usurped.  Great powers did not send mediocrity to do the job of reason powered by spirituality.  

All her yesterdays can haunt she who is not ready for tomorrow.  This world, this cold calculating culture, what we shall come to know as the patriarch matrix takes away her future replacing it with a cheap fabrication and a promise that it might get better tomorrow.  Tomorrow never comes when Love chases dreams through the Looking Glass.  Giving false promises of an ever-changing tomorrow, the Beast preys on hope.  Like the greatest Pagan Goddess Aphrodite, the Earth Goddess quality survived lo these many thousands of years on half-truth and pretty promises.  Somewhere in the vibrating strings of her musical soul there has always been hope for something more regardless of whether she is able to formulate words to express such feelings or not.  Great powers sent Eternal Flame in the body of a Poet to write words uncovering unrecognizable feelings awakening Beauty to her virtues long forgotten. 

I said when this matter began that some of you would have to be dragged kicking and screaming to safety and into the future.  That has not changed.  The patriarch matrix has many of you fractured into ever-increasing mobs all wanting your special piece of the pie.  Competing for any and everything even friends places Beauty equal with the Beast and Feminists should be proud of the bastard child they have produced called turbo-charged extinction.  Feminists are still welcome in the future but they do not lead.

Great powers could have given Retribution the Goddess of Love Venus, the Messenger Mercury, and deep thinking Neptune triangulating Earth to aid this mission.  That is not the case.  This little planet on birth of a storm was surrounded by lethal cosmic weapons of mythic power for a purpose.  History precedes Earth Savages.

While Hummingbird Spirit Guides beckon to a life of Teaching and Healing, Cosmic Firestorms lose heat slowly. Bruised emotions wandering a spiritual plane are not alone and more must follow.  An abject mess describes this world and there are no other roads to the Promised Land but through tears.  And, then you cry.  Seems I remember that ending associated in dealing with grief or death.  Love will get over hurt feelings in the end and eventually take her place as one of the founders of a new world.

Friends could contemplate taking just one of my labors.  Would you like to look into the eyes of over five million children conceived in our world by in-vitro fertilization and other scientific means and tell them they are babies made without love representing desperation and extinction?  How about telling their parents making babies without love is ethically reprehensible and reflects in an immoral government and immoral culture created by government?  Perhaps you would like to take on the entire reproductive industry as they freeze embryos and dilute the gene pool and worse? 

That covers just one repercussion of mission duties here and there is no going back for the Firestorm when great spirits stand by to coax matters along sending uncomfortable dreams and adorable creatures representing infinity should focus begin to wander.  Mother Teresa was not chosen for this job and there are not enough gentle words in the English language to make the message palatable no matter the messenger.  We all have burdens to carry.  Some of us acknowledge them, try to learn, and move on forever upward toward the light. 

My love once given like Red Giant Stars does not diminish.  Eternal Flame waits in this life, the next and beyond for the return of Beauty.

LINKS/Pic Source

The Diary of Marylin Monroe
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