WHEN THE VEIL PARTS

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WHEN THE VEIL PARTS

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The World has a memory of all that has passed before

Our own personal histories are dependent on the World memory

Like all memories, the World memory is incomplete

The narrative changes over time as new regimes come into power

And history is rewritten by the victors

Memories lost in the mists of time

Can be revealed by a new archeological find

Decoding a mystifying stone table

Even a drone flying over the remains of a great city

Reclaimed by the jungle

The World memory is in myths, customs, writings, drawings

But incomplete and skewed, huge chunks still waiting to be deciphered

What will the World memory say about these times?

What it always says - Wars, disasters, tyrants, inventions

New legislation

We are just now creating these memories

So there is still time to make good ones, to make progress

We can create a safe space for all to live in peace

Eternity is the time it takes for everything to happen

Let's make good memories for ourselves 

May the World remember this time as the time

We figured it out

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TRACKING

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TRACKING

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A mighty ship with a name I do not know

Comes from a faraway exotic land

Crossing the vast dangerous ocean

To a shore thousands of miles away

Where heroic beings unload it and bring to my very door

The anti-fungal nail cream I hope works effectively

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WISDOM VACCINE

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WISDOM VACCINE

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When we come across an angry, volatile, unreasonable person

Know this:

They are infected with a terrible disease

Passed down from generation to generation

It was the very first disease of Mankind

The disease of wanting to be the Highest of the on High

The Determiner of All Things

The One and Only Source of Truth

These sick folks are enraged that all things don't bend to their will

This emotional immaturity is a stage toddlers pass through

As they evolve into full grown men and women

But at the crucial moment, when personal responsibility and accountability start

They swerve off into right field, blaming others they have identified 

For their diversion tactics

This Original Disease is contagious

One infected person can spread it to others

Their horrifying symptoms can spread to those who have not developed immunity

The immune have peace in their hearts and joy in their lives

Content with their rightful place in the world

Which is NOT Grand Ruler of It All

The immunes have a kingdom nonetheless

A kingdom of thoughts, intentions, actions and noble bearing

If the enraged bullies had a visible hideous pox

We would avoid them

Look for those who are nasty, critical, purple with rage

Aggressive, overloud, invasive

This is the Original Disease humanity must recover from

If we are to survive

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LIBERTY PUTS A FREEDOM RING ON IT

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LIBERTY PUTS A FREEDOM RING ON IT

When Liberty walks across our land

She stops and takes each person's hand

To each she bestows duties and rights

Always with freedom in her sights

Liberty is stern but fair

To see that each one gets a share

We obey the laws but we are not sheep

Liberty has a promise she must keep

That all tyrants are doomed to fall 

The law for one is the law for all

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THE WIND AT OUR BACKS

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THE WIND AT OUR BACKS

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There are upsetting thoughts I used to think

Ones that made my spirits sink

Right now my thoughts are useful and fun

Because I've culled and trained them one by one

I herd them like a border collie

To keep them away from ruinous folly

Any new thoughts I carefully choose

Only the helpful ones I can use

To navigate this brand new day

The thoughts push me forward

I'm on my way

The right thoughts can act like a mighty wind

To gently blow us towards our good fates

So think up fair winds and a smooth path forward

As we head towards tomorrow's gates

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THE PLAN

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THE PLAN

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We don't have to solve every problem in our lives

We just need to get through today

Only attitude makes the difference

Between what is work and what is play

So gird your loins, sharpen your wits

Our minds must be fully prepared

For what comes down our path today

Our journey will be fruitful and shared

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THE CURIOSITY DISEASE

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THE CURIOSITY DISEASE

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I am glad I am not fabulously wealthy

Because if I were fabulously wealthy

I would drive myself nuts

I would examine everything in my life with a powerful electron microscope

Then identify every parasite and pathogen on my nutritious body

I would run tox screens on every microplastic, pollution, virus riddled surface

Air quality would be meticulously analyzed, my body functions monitored and quantified

And a fleet of drones to patrol my secluded estate where emergency services

Could not get to me in time

I prevent my common sense from flying out the window

But great wealth would just give it a jet pack to the wild blue yonder

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