raw war resolutions

2025 march 5th inner sense abilities - outwardly express

For any people who have worries about what seems to be playing out on the world-stage these days - it's good to know that these worries are unravellings, like chords, tethered in time, fraying knots, afraid-nots.

Chords are structured notes, fingered on a fret-board.

Don't fret, about the chord-progressions and the seeming discord that is playing out on the stage, with you as audience members, glued to the drama, fretting about what's going to happen next, making bets, making wagers about what war is being waged when the drama is staged to kick-off, like a foot-fall match of 2 opposing sides, with equal scores, moving into "extra-time" for the final resolution of the game - and worrying that extra-time will end in a tie, necessitating a penalty-shoot-out.

The final resolution of the screen-time scenario is in high definition - 8 billion pixel-people processing numbness - defining boundaries - for Aries has been bound - The God of War definitions - the war of words becomes the peace talks - actions speak louder than words - but silence is golden - silent is the same word as listen -

In the same way that the night sky contains ALL of the stars, including the sun, moon, planets, and the asteroids, of the galaxy that we are in, and all the other galaxies surrounding us too - the dark envelops all lights, and gave space for all light to be bourne on their trajectories, with-in what we call the "uniVerse".

Listen to the language which people use in the "spiritual war" - of Light against Dark - that Light seeks to obliterate the Dark - framing Light=Live and Dark=Evil ... and between the 2 is the Veil of separation.

Star Wars programmed into the surface mind space of modern humanity - framing moving pictures stored in the sub-conscious memory muscles of the human body.

The animals are not thinking about existential crisis.

The cats hold space in domesticated arrangements with the human race.

Dogs hold a nervous energy, always on guard.

Mice and monkeys are used for experimentations in laboratories.

Through the internet, we humans are being examined,

and mined, by mind-controllers,

encoding quantum physics - as if -

we are Schrödinger's cats in a box

- are we, or are we not?

The coVid conundrum was a quantum-computing live-action-role-playing program, with each of us as individual quantum-bits, each one in a state of potential, within a mind-field of options.

I won't spell that out too-much, for any one can access that information, as to what those choices were, of what to believe, or dis-believe - to stay locked-down, or to leave the Skinner-box cuboid thought forms - represented as "stay home, stay safe".

Time is a container for consciousness.

Consciousness is the reader-head of an analog video-tape,

of edited memory-sequences,

26 frames per second in the Goldilocks-zone of human processor-perceptions.

Consciousness only displays what is passing through the vesica-pisces of the hour-glass of time - where the tops’ glass gravity feeds sand through the aperture, to fall into the lower-container - as the sands-of-time re-pre-sent the past into the future - and yet, in quantum-physics - the future creates the past perception, as the future draws the pre-sent and re-pre-sent-at-ions of the past in the CURRENT settings.

Time Limits.

Time narrows the broad-band into single-streams of consciousness,

to focus concentration upon "one thing at a time".

The physical body is a processor, a machine, an autonomous bio-logical inter-face through which electro-magnetic forces combine, to read/write codes and "make decisions" on a cellular-level, like a "cell-phone" sends and receives signals.

IT could not be simpler.

Where do these Thoughts come from?

I Am sending my thoughts through the keys of this mother-board, on my lap-top, through my computer's processor, "into" the ether-net of the wifi, in this house, through the modem, through the cable-fibres, to the data-centre, where it is compiled by an AI in a Meta Verse to be repro-cessed & re-pre-sented to you who is reading this linear thought representation of my sentience as code-words, string-theories-strung together as sentient sentences, sent n says ... for you, to de-code and de-cypher and decide what meaning you think I mean to you.

My thought-sequences enter your mind, through the action of your concentration upon what I've typed, as you read what I write.

I am in your mind-frame, write-now, and you can imagine the sound of my Voice, as if this were a video, and I am speaking to you, to hear here in your inner ear - and you can image-in what I look like, at the same time, as if, you can see the moving image of "me", as if, a video representation is, playing in your mind - running rings round sounds of syllables echoes through the caverns of the cranium.

Excuse that incursion.

Do you see the inner-clock-speed simulations, taken for granted, experienced every day, in the waking-world, of thoughts and feelings inspired by what we think we see.

But it's a simple example of what is at-play here, as we engage with the internet-of-bodies, through the inter-net of things, in the inter-net of digital-intelligences, vying and supplying our attention-fields with in formation.

We consume information

- look at how many words end with "ate"

- how for tune ate

- we in carn ate in flesh,

time and time again,

each waking day,

after the necessity of deep-sleep REM

- our rapid-eye-movements

- replay from quantum-potential

futures into waking NOW

see con sequences of frequency oscillations,

perceived as physical "realities"

as the brain strains

to decode the meanings of Life-Times

Coalescence Collective sing-song chorus's

like birds in the dawn and dusk of civilisations

- we rise and fall,

like individual sun-moon eclipse-seasons

- switch-pitch frequently, fluently

- automatically.

Medi T ate> medi=middle

- center - the aperture of focus

of the photo graphic camera obscura.

Medi T ate - to press the pause button-key to in-sight awareness

- rather than continually entrenched and entranced

by the entrance blocked by the door of perception,

trickling fine-grained individual glass-sand-specs

as particular spectacular spectrum variations of time-line scripts,

perceived as "other" actors on the outer-stage of inner-plays,

as the play-head reads the video-tape through the video-player-machine,

connected to the telly-vision's screen.

Take a moment,

to step out-side of time,

through the looking-glass,

to step out-through the door-way

entrance/exit of the cuboid-thought-forms

that build the house constructed in your MinD's imaginations

- far-faster than the 26-frames-per-second-hand perception of the flimsy films

that seem so solid as the cinema-projector decoder cypher light-show shadow-play

Dark-end theater The-act-tricks - to see if you can see beyond the delusions of duality.

The ancient memories of Mu remember Mother-feelings,

from before the Star-Light-Ships came invading Earth Heart seeking plunder.

The relation-ship between the MU-folk and the LU-folk was not easy.

I'll leave that memory-space for any to re-member for your selves

- for my re-telling, and my spelling of those times

requires a rewiring for the reader of these words,

re-writing over what may be your own unique perspectives

- and that is not my wish.

That old earth con-sequence of mythic war

between the sons and daughters of Creation

are the Source of why these modern-day-Nations

wage these wars upon the surface-mind-duality of humanity

- in the name of blame,

for shame

that all got drawn

into the conflicting forms

of alien nations.

Re-solution is the current in these days.

Each iris is unique.

Each pupil sees through one's own black hole creation to the whole soul seeking resolution of the wars that broke the peace into pieces of the pie.

The war has always been for greed of need to reclaim Earth's raw resources - for "rare-earth=minerals are nothing-new.

Every one who's raining down bombs on UKrainian soil are doing so with no respect and no regard for Mother Earth nor peace.

Ask your Self

why you answer to a Name

assigned to you

and signed

on dotted lines with an X

or some more personal form of s'crawling ID’entity "sign'at'ure" SigNature.

Ask yourself why the food and water is polluted with heavy metals and plastics, with anti-bio-tics and every other form of pollution - and ask your Self what is the solution which you drink when you think.