They are hiding in our truth. Their acts so obscene and sinister that we can’t believe it’s real, what they are doing. This blinds our truth.

Think of the line “I could never believe that”. The thing is it seems that we can’t. There’s a joke there. In that “space”. Laughing at us, “they will believe what we feed them”. Television, constructed news, advertising. We block them from our view because they are monsters.

Does anyone think it strange that we are constantly bombarded with junk food advertising ? Getting our brains “used to it”. There’s “that space” again, but it’s being usurped by “a” corruption. Can you hear it? (“split a piece of wood”) Religion, politics, legal system punish and limit, they all seem to have that in common. Just the result of eating these “foods” has on our bodies shows us “a” corruption. And there’s whats hiding the view of truth, correct, self… It’s like a ceiling. “They will believe what we tell them because

they can’t and won’t accept the truth”. As long as they keep making weapons “cool” and maintaining some war activity in the world. We remain conditioned to it. Because we could never believe that it’s intentional. “We” don’t think that way. So It’s like it’s beyond our comprehension. What else is like this ? Back to junk food? Other things?

Knowing whats going on is the strength of our truth and holding to this unveils another door. Freedom warriors ? It’s nice to have choice….

“You can’t fight the system”. Recognize this one in collective consciousness? Heard it before?

It’s like a part, one of those “gears” in our minds we talk about? And when we engage “this gear” the system loads, game on (Agent smith, legal system ?).

It becomes like an upload and sync, And a forced download. “Punish and limit”. Here’s where a bit i spoke of before comes into play. “And the Accusations? Hold true!”. (Makes me think Byte, like a “set” little program running?)

If you can see this. There’s a place that we can surrender and accept in our feeling that holds beyond veiled truth (forget your head and allow feeling) You know, it’s sort of just after “that bit”, before they carry us away (lift a stone).

With the tinniest bit/byte of emotional courage in this place. We ignite a spark. I hold to this.

Samuel Puchala.