tarzan@...
08-01-2001, 04:21 AM
my god, dreams sure have their ways with metaphors that shine in so
few images the essences of things, like poetry with pictures.
i just now woke up from this dream and, since it is a dream of a
public nature, i will like to share it with all of you.
i and a few friends were on two boats in the sea. the two boats were
beautifully created barges with well-crafted wooden decks, complete
with cabins, railings, ropes and all the trappings of well-crafted
wooden boats. i walked around the boat admiring our craftmanship and
sturdiness of both barges, which were tied together, side by side, so
they floated as one. both barges had the original american civil
flags on them, which is a flag that is positively not like the modern-
day us flag, which is the dominant mltry version known as "old
glry". the original american civil flag had an eagle in the middle
of it, along with thirteen stars and said on the bottom of it "novus
ordo seclorum"(new order of the ages). in the claws of the eagle
were, on one side, a bunch of wheat; on the other side, a bunch of
olive branches.
the boats had a u-shaped roll of canvas around three sides of them,
leaving the front of each barge open, so i figured that these were
strangely-designed sails that were added on after all the
design/creation work had been done. i was puzzled about it and had
planned to talk to my engineer about this anomaly, for it was not
part of the original design, which i participated in the creation
thereof. the name of the first barge on the left was "justice"; the
right barge was "liberty". the sails on the barges doubled as solar
panels; the motor was an electric one that ran off a huge bank of
batteries; backup power was hydrogen from the sea. it was perfect
and kinda like the new solar-powered ferry boats in sydney harbor
that just recently was put to use.
i was enjoying the freedom of the floating on the calm sea, but there
was a very dark storm cloud ahead in the distance, and being on
barges, with my extensive past-life background on ships, i was
worried about the effect of the dark storms on big, flat barges on
the sea, but knew that the barges were designed to ride out such
storms just fine, as they were kinda like noah's ark in the sense of
being storm-safe.
suddenly two boats appeared on the horizon and rapidly approached the
barges(which were armed with defensive wpons only). the other two
boats, also ornately crafted with all kinds of wood, were of tug-boat
designs--very powerful. they were armed to the teeth and i could
feel the offnsve/dfnsve mltry power emanating from the boats and
instinctively did not like them at all--i wanted to shoot and sink
them, but i was not able to, for the boats were hailing
us "peacefully" in their rapid approach, so it would have been a
violation of the protocol of the sea, plus they were far faster and
more powerful with their offnsve wpons.
the captain of the tug boats communicated that the storm was a
powerful one and that we would benefit from a tying-in with our two
barges with their two tug boats. i said "no way, we can manage the
storm just fine, as we are designed to do so and we do not wish to
give up our sovereignty." but the commander of the tug boats over-
rode my wishes and proceeded to attach his tug boats with our barges
somehow by backing their sterns to the front of our barges, then
spinning us around, disorienting us, but while doing so, slapping in
the connections that made us securely connected to the powerful tug
boats, which were powered by the massive inboard petrochemically-
powered motors.
then the strange u-shaped canvas leaped into action, rising up like a
canvas of a convertible car, rose up and eventually connected to the
tug boats, making all four ships as one. the sheer power of the tug
boats over-rode the power of the barges, plus my engineer of the
barges was ordered, under force, to align the propulsion of the
barges with the propulsion of the tug boats. i regretted the added-
on canvas "sails" and fretted on my not alerting my engineer and
removing them.
needless to say, i was very upset. then i saw some of my men walking
past me, zombie-like, towards the tug boats and my men were decked
out in new mltry outfits. their t-shirts had a color-coding graphing
system printed on them; the top of the t-shirts said in bold
lettering "us frces"; my men were carrying duffel bags and paperwork,
which had similar color-coding to the printing on the t-shirts. i
grabbed one of them and yelled to his face "don't you see what the f--
-g hell is going on? don't you see that they have taken over? don't
you see that they have stolen our sovereignty and your mind?!" i
shook him hard, but he did not wake up from his glazed-over stupor.
he had a fresh mark on his forehead, which i immediately realized was
a gddm chip. great, just great. all my men were taken in this
manner, so i could not fight off the tug boats and was helplessly and
hoplessly bound to them. the atmosphere had turned as dark as night;
the waves were much choppier; the atmospheric feeling was cold, dark
and dangerous. i hated it. i dreaded it and mourned the loss of my
ships of sovereignty.
the tug boats were flying the un flag; the left one was
named "power", the right one was named "control".
i was so upset that i seriously considered jumping into the now-cold
and dark sea, but i held myself in check for the time being. i was
considering the many alternatives of how i could free my ships and
men from the un tug boats when i got the inner message "let it go,
let it go and focus on the inner light within; you will find your way
out of this trap this way. let it go." i protested this, for i had
given my life, property and sacred honor to help create the two
barges of justice and liberty and just could not walk away from my
duty and honor, i pointed out. i was told that what we free people
created was a practice run of what we'd re-create in the near future,
but at a higher level, so it was a matter of practice of being still
and knowing to one's inner voice for the signal for the shift.
it was an awful heartbreak to lose justice and liberty, but it was
all for the true new order of the ages, which was yet to come, but
rapidly approaching just the same. every dark storm cloud has its
attendant silver linings and golds of truths.
in justice, liberty and peace,
seth, sui juris
few images the essences of things, like poetry with pictures.
i just now woke up from this dream and, since it is a dream of a
public nature, i will like to share it with all of you.
i and a few friends were on two boats in the sea. the two boats were
beautifully created barges with well-crafted wooden decks, complete
with cabins, railings, ropes and all the trappings of well-crafted
wooden boats. i walked around the boat admiring our craftmanship and
sturdiness of both barges, which were tied together, side by side, so
they floated as one. both barges had the original american civil
flags on them, which is a flag that is positively not like the modern-
day us flag, which is the dominant mltry version known as "old
glry". the original american civil flag had an eagle in the middle
of it, along with thirteen stars and said on the bottom of it "novus
ordo seclorum"(new order of the ages). in the claws of the eagle
were, on one side, a bunch of wheat; on the other side, a bunch of
olive branches.
the boats had a u-shaped roll of canvas around three sides of them,
leaving the front of each barge open, so i figured that these were
strangely-designed sails that were added on after all the
design/creation work had been done. i was puzzled about it and had
planned to talk to my engineer about this anomaly, for it was not
part of the original design, which i participated in the creation
thereof. the name of the first barge on the left was "justice"; the
right barge was "liberty". the sails on the barges doubled as solar
panels; the motor was an electric one that ran off a huge bank of
batteries; backup power was hydrogen from the sea. it was perfect
and kinda like the new solar-powered ferry boats in sydney harbor
that just recently was put to use.
i was enjoying the freedom of the floating on the calm sea, but there
was a very dark storm cloud ahead in the distance, and being on
barges, with my extensive past-life background on ships, i was
worried about the effect of the dark storms on big, flat barges on
the sea, but knew that the barges were designed to ride out such
storms just fine, as they were kinda like noah's ark in the sense of
being storm-safe.
suddenly two boats appeared on the horizon and rapidly approached the
barges(which were armed with defensive wpons only). the other two
boats, also ornately crafted with all kinds of wood, were of tug-boat
designs--very powerful. they were armed to the teeth and i could
feel the offnsve/dfnsve mltry power emanating from the boats and
instinctively did not like them at all--i wanted to shoot and sink
them, but i was not able to, for the boats were hailing
us "peacefully" in their rapid approach, so it would have been a
violation of the protocol of the sea, plus they were far faster and
more powerful with their offnsve wpons.
the captain of the tug boats communicated that the storm was a
powerful one and that we would benefit from a tying-in with our two
barges with their two tug boats. i said "no way, we can manage the
storm just fine, as we are designed to do so and we do not wish to
give up our sovereignty." but the commander of the tug boats over-
rode my wishes and proceeded to attach his tug boats with our barges
somehow by backing their sterns to the front of our barges, then
spinning us around, disorienting us, but while doing so, slapping in
the connections that made us securely connected to the powerful tug
boats, which were powered by the massive inboard petrochemically-
powered motors.
then the strange u-shaped canvas leaped into action, rising up like a
canvas of a convertible car, rose up and eventually connected to the
tug boats, making all four ships as one. the sheer power of the tug
boats over-rode the power of the barges, plus my engineer of the
barges was ordered, under force, to align the propulsion of the
barges with the propulsion of the tug boats. i regretted the added-
on canvas "sails" and fretted on my not alerting my engineer and
removing them.
needless to say, i was very upset. then i saw some of my men walking
past me, zombie-like, towards the tug boats and my men were decked
out in new mltry outfits. their t-shirts had a color-coding graphing
system printed on them; the top of the t-shirts said in bold
lettering "us frces"; my men were carrying duffel bags and paperwork,
which had similar color-coding to the printing on the t-shirts. i
grabbed one of them and yelled to his face "don't you see what the f--
-g hell is going on? don't you see that they have taken over? don't
you see that they have stolen our sovereignty and your mind?!" i
shook him hard, but he did not wake up from his glazed-over stupor.
he had a fresh mark on his forehead, which i immediately realized was
a gddm chip. great, just great. all my men were taken in this
manner, so i could not fight off the tug boats and was helplessly and
hoplessly bound to them. the atmosphere had turned as dark as night;
the waves were much choppier; the atmospheric feeling was cold, dark
and dangerous. i hated it. i dreaded it and mourned the loss of my
ships of sovereignty.
the tug boats were flying the un flag; the left one was
named "power", the right one was named "control".
i was so upset that i seriously considered jumping into the now-cold
and dark sea, but i held myself in check for the time being. i was
considering the many alternatives of how i could free my ships and
men from the un tug boats when i got the inner message "let it go,
let it go and focus on the inner light within; you will find your way
out of this trap this way. let it go." i protested this, for i had
given my life, property and sacred honor to help create the two
barges of justice and liberty and just could not walk away from my
duty and honor, i pointed out. i was told that what we free people
created was a practice run of what we'd re-create in the near future,
but at a higher level, so it was a matter of practice of being still
and knowing to one's inner voice for the signal for the shift.
it was an awful heartbreak to lose justice and liberty, but it was
all for the true new order of the ages, which was yet to come, but
rapidly approaching just the same. every dark storm cloud has its
attendant silver linings and golds of truths.
in justice, liberty and peace,
seth, sui juris