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Wendy Andrews
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Can anyone please translate for me please?
"ብታውቂ"
ስትሥቂ!
ጠፈርን እንደምታደምቂ
መንፈስን ካዚም እስራት
እንደምታላቅቂ
ብታውቂ!
ስትስሚ!
አጥንት እንደምታለመልሚ
ታማሚ ልብ እንደምታክሚ
ብታውቂ!
ስታወሪ!
ዱዳ እንደምታናግሪ
መነኩሴውን ከሱባኤ፣
ፈላስፋውን ከጉባኤ
እንደምትጠሪ
ብታውቂ!
እንኳንስ በ’ኔ ልትሥቂ
ከራስሽ ጋር ፍቅር ይዞሽ
አይሽ ነበር ስትማቅቂ!!!
//ኗሪ አልባ ጎጆዎች//
በውቀቱ ስዩም
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The Battle of the Parasites
Who am I? Why do you think I would know!
A wise man Edward de Bono, once defined logic as being possible without reason, but remaining a fundamental constituent of reason. 
Whoever I may or may not be, I know what I am.
“You are a trouble maker.”
Silence was already present as this condemnation was emailed to me by an old friend replying to my request for a reference and for whom I had once done a similar favour. We had worked together, always helped and supported each other as professionals and later friends. She had previously employed and promoted me as a Carer. 
If I was a “trouble maker” she must have lacked discretion in employing and promoting me. I must lack discretion in calling her a friend, a lady of thought and worth helping when it was needed. I responded to others’ need, now she was delighted with, and demonstrating her own social power. I helped her when I had what she did not, but now she had what I did not the tables had turned. She would not give what I had given her. Perhaps people change when tempted by greed and power? She had known how to play parasite better than I. This reply stole my breath.
Parasites take in order to survive. There are various reasons that cause this dependency to form with a host. Regardless whether dependants originate with an inadequacy they all have no ability to survive in isolation. These parasites need a host. However, demanding these parasitic relationships are for the hosts the dependants never kill them. To kill a host would result in the dependants’ death. 
 Those who take without any such need are simply thieves. I must have once been a host for this lost friend, which is no longer so. I stared at the digital comment confused and bewildered. What had I done? I had helped my friend, reassured her, accepted her confidences and supported her. I had not only believed that she was a good woman but a friend. However, she had met a man on the internet. He was wealthy and had married her. Now they were both friends of the local Conservative M.P.. She now wanted her husband and the Tory M.P., not I, to be her hosts.
All my life I had always been ignorantly dependant on the state. I left home defiantly as an adolescent who knew everything. I started learning immediately and only because I learnt the hard way. I would always be dependent on the state no matter what I achieved, or strived for. In order to survive, the state would have to pay obscene sums of money to fanciful scientists with aspirations of wealth and social standing. Despite my poverty, not many others alive could afford to pay that cost. Overpaid, mostly ignorant of medicine and certainly of life, doctors decided which companies would profit from my physiological inadequacy. There were different medicines which could have saved my life, but throughout that life I was never allowed to choose. 
Parasites and thieves take with intent, (not always chosen), to profit from this action. There are different types of hosts and therefore parasites. Victims give without much, if any return. Usually those who gain do not wish to interact with those who lose. 
In the Bible Matthew chapter 6: verse 24, tells us that Jesus Christ Emanuel told us, “You cannot be the slave both of God and money.
That is why I am telling you; do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?” 
Unfortunately my inadequate life was worth nothing but limited sustenance. It was not even worth any more than the clothing I left home with 33 years ago. The short term jobs I was given I lost because I was found to be lying about my physiological inadequacy. Those jobs I applied for honestly I was refused with no explanation. I wanted to be a Carer, because I desired to make a token return that others could benefit from. My friend refusing to give me a reference meant I had no purpose; just my food and clothing. 
The state often decides how they could save themselves money to gratify themselves and their monarch of similar political intent. They would place my life in the hands of cheaper, ignorant, Not Very Qualified nurses, whom they send on ‘special’ six week courses run by the same. I went to see the Tory MP when the Health Service started potentially threatening my life with this cost cutting. I expressed my concerns and followed the procedure given to me by the Parliamentary Health Department Ombudsman. This has to amount to what this no longer friend would call, “trouble making”.
Matthew chapter 10: verse 8 informs us that Jesus Christ instructed His disciples to, Cure the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers and cast out demons. You received without payment; give without payment.' 
A Consultant enabled my disability award and I have never worked again. I used to work for friends without pay. I had been enabled to do so without needing money. One angry lady resented my benefit because I would not use it to take her to lunch regularly in restaurants. Once friends refused to accept that I could help at a locally inadequate hospital. Now, six week trained supposedly ‘Specialist’ nurses and social workers insist that this money is intended for me to pay them for services they do not provide. I pay cheaper private charges to stay alive with all my benefit; perhaps that makes me a “trouble maker”?  
Money is neither desired nor valued by parasites who, bond and benefit only from hosts which sustain their lives. I profited with my life; a fundamental profit not always easy to appreciate amongst so much excess and misplaced envy. I use the money the state paid me for the purpose they had intended. Thieves and fraudsters desire money most. Anything unwarranted takers of vacuous currency want results with this acquired wealth being spent.
 “People like you should not be allowed to live. You give nothing back. We spend all the country’s money keeping people like you alive. With the work that my children will do they would return the country’s investment.” 
I probably did appear shocked when this ‘specially’ six week trained, ignorant, Not Very Qualified, Irish nurse confronted me with her ‘care’. I never see the obscene sums of money paid to fraudulent scientists producing contrived and unsuitable medicines for my need. I was angry, but I managed to turn my back and walk away with my forty six years experience. 
These hidden lies or ignorance amongst intelligent individuals can be used to sell their actions to the vulnerable, or gullible. This behaviour is most commonly used though by thieves, who fraudulently persuade their victims that they are in some way benefitting from the contrived transactions. These ignorant ‘Specialist’ nurses kill dependants with their fraudulent six week training in return for money. Paid, slightly less than so called General Practitioner ‘Specialists’’ bonuses; they are also ignorant, yet arrogant of what they are doing; fraudulent ‘Specialists’ are cheap.
These parasites take my life because they do not know what they were doing. “All those suffering from your generalised condition do not need specialized medicine.” These so called ‘Specialist’ nurses, in their ignorance make up what they do not know. They do not listen to truth, because they have been on a ‘special six week course’ in return for this worthless money. The ‘Specialist’ G.P. who told me that, “It would not matter if you spent a week without vital medicine, because you have spent a couple of days without it before.” They have no concern for my life. For all my unearned money I have never taken a life.
A gentleman my alienated, hostile friend and I had once both known had told me, that his wife was dying. “You are a problem solver,” he had volunteered to me. He could see me suffer to help the company employing us make a profit. I had collapsed without being given a break and had been signed off sick by a psychotic and ignorant General Practioner, who had just discovered his wife was dying of a similar condition this gentleman’s wife had. I was then sacked. The state disability officer told this American Company that they were not allowed to sack me and they did.
Mark chapter 10: verses 17 – 18 in the Gospels inform us;                                                                                                           Jesus answered a man, "Why do you call me good? No one is good but God alone. You know the commandments: 'You shall not murder; ...You shall not steal; You shall not bear false witness; You shall not defraud; ...”
My friends insisted, “You are perfect.”
“Mankind is fallible.” I replied, “Mankind cannot be ‘perfect’! Nothing on earth is ‘perfect’.” 
 “Not necessarily.”
“Always,” I tried to reason with them.
“That is very negative of you.” 
 “I strive for reality. What do you mean mankind is not necessarily imperfect?”
“Sometimes men prove there is no one better than them; they are best.”
“I agree. I am very happy for them if that means they have achieved their goal, but that does not mean they are perfect.”
“Yes it does.”
“I do not believe so. Perhaps we have different understandings of the meaning of ‘perfect’?”
“If a man beats all other competitors in a 100 meter sprint, then he is ‘perfect’ for the race.”
“A colloquialism; I would use the term ‘suited’ for the race. To me the word ‘perfect’ means without fault. A man maybe best in his time, but history has always shown that in another era he will be replaced by another better suited man. Neither of them is perfect. In my mind’s eye there is only one faultless life in the universe; a perfect life.”
“God?”
“Yes, I believe so. Faults most noticed in others are always best recognized in ourselves. If we were considering ourselves ‘perfect’, we would consider that we had nothing more to learn. I hope that is never true of me. I have yet to establish what single truth is in its entirety. 
Other peoples’ arrogance frightens me, but I have to admit that my own arrogance frightens me most. I can be stupid, but I hope I am never wrong enough to be arrogant. 
It is far more important to know what you do not know, or cannot do than it is to know what you do know, or can do. Naughty toddlers know they can make flames with a box of matches. They do not know that in doing so fire grows quickly and can easily get out of control. They may know but fail to understand fire burns and destroys. They cannot understand that sparks fly and small fires can fester until they grow into raging blazes. Being “positive” they light a dry stalk of straw and watch the pretty flickering flame. If you are stupid enough to question the consequences, something will be burnt and burnt to destruction.” 
The same is true of the medical profession and of astronauts. Both take a progressive approach to discovering what they do not know. Astronauts may pay the consequences of their assumptions, errors and mistakes, but so also may the space around them as they blow it up. Ignorance of what that space may contain or signify, does not rectify the consequences of any ignorant assumption. 
The medical profession do not even pay the consequences of these their ignorant assumptions; their patients and victims do that. If you do not know everything, you cannot know anything. The one thing you do not know may disprove everything you think you do. Just as no true progress is made no benefit is found amongst the medical professions’ victims. 
The pharmaceutical companies make vast profits and their victims lose their lives. The medical profession take as parasites; the victims are not the parasites and many will consequently lose their lives. Victims do not have to give, what they have is taken without any return.
My friend knew this was true. Having suffered from medical ignorance and indifference many times I recognized instantly what had happened when his wife, also my friend told me he had been in hospital for ten days. He had collapsed after taking his prescribed medicine. He had not been seen by a consultant whilst there. Since there he had “miraculously” recovered from three different terminal conditions; one after another. After he was released he stopped taking his medicine and decided he would be better leaving his life in God’s hands. He is still alive, having watched many fellow patients in the hospital ward die neglected. I had previously witnessed this before I saved my own life by discharging myself.
What is the purpose of living?                                                                         
The Bible starts with Genesis and the beginning of life, ‘Our Sacred Creator formed the man from the dust of the ground, breathed life into his lungs, and the man became a living being.’ Despite my physiological inadequacy, that is still me.                                                                             
‘The Sacred Father took the man and placed him in the Garden of Eden in order to have him work it and guard it. The Lord God commanded the man: “You may freely eat from every tree of the garden, but you are not to eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, because you will certainly die during the day that you eat from it.”’ Innocence died millennia ago. Now not even dignity survives as authorities play with others’ ignorance. 
Fifth Century BC man started to value his worth with money. Life’s purpose should be to look after the life of the globe. Many people are killing that to make worthless money only for themselves. Certificates of nothing paid to those who consider they have a higher value than those who contribute more than everything. Money will cease functioning when nobody can afford it. 
Psychotic individuals strive to obtain money by passing conformity tests to prove they are ‘superior’ to reason. They merely prove themselves psychotically incapable of thinking beyond conformity, and consequently unethical. These ‘superior’ individuals value themselves greater than the nations’ possibilities of production and survival. Unable to prove or justify their worth they become unable to sustain either the consequently fanciful currency or any dependent life. People destroying money through greed are also killing all life on the planet.
Luke was a doctor in his day. In his chapter 12: verse 54–59 in the Gospels he recalls, Jesus also said to the crowds, "When you see a cloud rising in the west, you immediately say, 'It is going to rain'; and so it happens. – You hypocrites! You know how to interpret the appearance of earth and sky, but why do you not know how to interpret the present time? And why do you not judge for yourselves what is right?”
Exploitative business pharmacists are paid obscene amounts of money in order for me to live. I have all I need and require no more as a consequently poor person. None of these money worshipers consider my life. For their own denial and gratification they insist I must die and rot slowly, compromised without true aid or a purpose in a contrived and pointless life? 
Hospitals will not allow me to volunteer and care for the victims these fraudulent nurses are killing. The medical profession have the greatest and most Satanic disease known to man: money. This is what Hippocrates dreaded the medical profession would become. When they have killed their victims, their worthless profits will plummet.
John tells us in his chapter 1: verse 3, Grace, Mercy and Peace will be with us from God the Father and Jesus Christ the Father’s son in truth and love. All things came into being through Him, and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being in Him was life, and the life was the light of all people.
Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians chapter 12: verses 7, 27 explain how Our Father’s gracious gifts to all of us, enable us to contribute to the community,-
“To each individual the manifestation of the Spirit is given for some benefit. 
“Now you are Christ’s body, and individually parts of it.”
My relationship with Jesus Christ is to care for those no one else cares for. That is my ability; it would be my purpose if I was not being blocked by the guilty trying to hide their crimes in an indifferent society. Why does Saint Peter’s church think Our Sacred Father saved my life? Is this my rejection or their care?
Matthew chapter 6: verses 22–23 states, ‘The eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light; but if your eye is unhealthy, your whole body will be full of darkness.’
They have all caused me distress, but for how long will I have to endure this unreasonable logic? Did any of them listen? Have any of them heard?
Matthew chapter 13: verses 16–17 quotes Isaiah to us,                                         "You will indeed listen, but never understand,
and you will indeed look, but never perceive.
For this people's heart has grown dull,
and their ears are hard of hearing,
and they have shut their eyes;
so that they might not look with their eyes,
and listen with their ears,
and understand with their heart–“
If you do not know everything, you cannot know anything.
It’s more important to know what you don’t know, than to know what you do.
These ‘superior’ individuals value themselves greater than the nations’ survival. 
I had been enabled to work without needing money.
Matthew chapter 10: verse 34 confirms Luke’s chapter 12: verse 49.  ‘Jesus Christ Emanuel said, “Do not think that I have come to bring peace to the earth; I have not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to set a man against his father ...one's foes will be members of one's own household. Whoever loves father or mother; ...son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me; and whoever does not take up the cross and follow me is not worthy of me...”
To people with enough money to disregard others, I would be considered a ‘trouble maker’. They continue to kill the planet and I to feed the birds in the back yard. I aim to follow this ‘Trouble Maker’s’ recalled words.
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Argument with the Wind
Once upon all time there lived more than a lot of people, all over the place. In one of those places an elderly lady wore an expensive hat; she sat in a crowded train carriage. This wise lady told the collected on-lookers such as you, a tale of truth. Relaxed you listened to her story; you had paid your toll. 
The aged on-looker began, ‘Know this travellers; the planet you occupy circles as one of many rotating around our star of life. These orbs have travelled this way since the dust of creation paused and bonded with this light of our sun’s momentum. Around this sparkling glare the wheels of life revolve. Each wheel is composed of decreasing rings of various components ad infinitum. Each wheel circles its own axis; held there by others spinning within and without. They are infinitely held together within the glory of this blaze in which we are all lit.’
On-lookers, I wrote this old lady’s tale. Now the North Wind they name Boreas whistles cutting criticism at the scribe. I know this because I was the only clerk who listened to the sharp blade of truth; the sole secretary brave enough to etch the single truth into the legends of life that on-lookers like you, construe. The more I heard the less I am worth. Having written this, only I feel the sorrow of my soul.
Then as now most on-lookers were team leaders; solely concerned with their own significance. No one followed these indifferent team leaders; they were all too busy declaring their own self importance. Convinced of their great worth each on-looker was the centre of their team alone. Any teams found were without common purpose. Team members were all too self obsessed to respond to any petitioners. Of no value to others everyone was isolated, yet because of their own intended purposes none were lonely. They had no need to interact with others. Each one of us was too satisfied with our own sufficiency.
Not interested in this story, On-looker? Perhaps you have already heard it? The train continued to roll.
Even the proud with their backs turned to pursue life’s irrelevances, circulated the burning fire they had no regard for. Our Creator has given us life which continues despite the conceited folly of team leaders denying foretold fate, redefining life: construing fanciful truths in one large vacuum of arrogance.  Team leaders know they are right, but cannot agree about truth. We try to make our prejudiced explanations of Our Creator’s love, hope and faith fit. 
“Not God again!” Another on-looker, a secularist travelling to work huffed, as he got up. Not looking at the floor within the crowded cabin he did not see... 
“Don’t leave traveller,” the elderly lady pleaded, “You have not heard this tale of the potter before. You cannot get out; a filthy beggar is blocking the doorway. Besides, where will you go? There is nowhere else to sit.” 
Distracted the secularist tripped over the man on the floor; where he should not be.
The elderly narrator began, ‘The potter kneaded her clod of clay in cool water. Terracotta is compiled by various remnants of spent lives bonded together with the dust of creation. The craftsman did not question moist mud; she did not test the earth. No longer held directly in the light enhanced ambition of Our Creator this clay strived to reach the potter’s potential; no air bubbles. She took a deep breath and aspired to create and achieve her goal.’
On-lookers, we perceived that all things were already known and understood, like our worth. Despite the complete knowledge mankind fancied they possessed, our progress in all matters also continues, but in consequential circles. Everyone knows, as they once knew everything. Communication will be silent amongst those who do not need to listen to the truth. We will not want to hear others’ diversions, subversion, or deviance. Light is hidden by our own shadows. In a dark world not noticed by indifferent on-lookers light will be a waste of energy.
The secularist on-looker now lay next to the beggar on the floor. On-lookers you should ignore the disinterested atheist who struggled to get up from the doorway. The other on-lookers did not notice. They scrambled to squeeze into the remaining hole he had left in the seating where they could fit. 
Having worked hard all her life the bitter old lady bragged that she had suffered; all her family suffered when her employer repeatedly told her that she would not have a day off that week. That was her job. If she did not do what she was “required” to do, she would not get paid. She and her family had a lot of money, a lot of purpose, but certain of only that, this on–looker did not possess much conscience. Amongst such on-lookers no pity flows.
On-lookers in this carriage, except the one on the floor, grumbled, “Get on with it!” They would have all left by now, if it was not for that wretched vagrant blocking the doorway. However, everyone knew that the exploited woman with the posh hat had given so much.
The wind howls, “You cannot say that Scribbler. Sceptics listening beyond dusk do not see the truth you describe. Your perception does not survive the deception of those who wish only for success.” I cling to my faith, in the face of that which Boreas knows.
I argue with the wind, “Allow me the opportunity to start please. This is a difficult struggle for me without your contagious despondency. Please give me a chance; this may be the last opportunity either of us has to discover truth.” Boreas lacerates the vicious truth into the backs of my hands. A speck of crimson pain drops on to the page and I brush it away with my cuff. It smudges as the past concept of ‘positive’ did across historical reality. I flinch in case I should forget your success as such.
John has told you on-lookers, “The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes.” 
The bitter on-looker continued, ‘The potter threw her moist clay, no longer spinning around the eternal light towards the heart of her wheel. She peddled furiously as the circulating slab started to build a mortal momentum. Water dribbled from the potential pot. The potter gasped for breath and with wet hands she reached to gently mould it.’
Boreas whistles correction of my grammar over the on-lookers and the fictitious potter, “The only opportunity any of us have to discover the truth. Listening to nothing on-lookers will hear even less. Confusion is all that will result. Why should they be interested in truth? They have travelled through history and knowing everything they have experienced; all there is to be finitely known is achieved. They are sure there is nothing else. They can prove that they are therefore right.” 
 ‘“Bull shit!” the potter concluded from her slight comprehension of the loss of truth; that which she grasped. The novice potter carefully started to form her pot, “Why can’t you talk proper? All that long word dribble don’t make sense! What you talking ‘bout? Eh?”’ The potter would have grumbled at me. The old lady in the carriage smiled at the critical on-looker now upright and stood above the groaning pauper on the floor. This professional secularist was trying to brush the filth off his jacket, which was now dirty.
Boreas and I sigh at each other and together. I shake with weakness: the wind vibrates with strength. Ancestors whisper certainty beyond Boreas’ breath or my understanding. My withered soul shivers amongst the chaotic flow of different assertions, which both of us fight.
The wind whines, “None of them agree, but they are all right; they know it.”
The on-looker in her posh hat bragged back repeatedly at you on-lookers that, she had suffered. Those she had turned her back to now did not deserve money, because they were idle. She did not pity the man on the floor either. He was blocking the door way. Ignorant of neglect she spat at him with contempt. The on-lookers selfishly saw the man in the doorway as a taker of life. This exploited on-looker had given so much; did that make her judgement of the failure on the floor right?
Boreas is angry, but I do not know, “Why,” for, “What,” or, with “whom.”  I merely wrote the tale. If on-lookers could see themselves perhaps they would change? My confidence dwindles amongst divergent arguments each indifferent to the others’ view. “Perfectionists, who deny any possibility...” 
The elderly on-looker related more, ‘Unaware of all else the potter panicked, she needed to create quickly. Without the divine light, or a song of sacred exaltation the potter did not breathe as her warm hands moulded the moist mud into her exact plan of that patterned shape. If that which no longer slithered across the soil made a good pot she would gain herself a reputation for excellence within the guild of potters. Potters lacking perfect providence would follow her excellent reputation.’
Truth is honestly irrelevant to bigots fantasizing in the dark. What can you see if you are looking for everything you already know is there? Within their own sight, no one else can see. Journeys from bigotry to perfection are only possible if such travellers deny truth as well as possibility,” Such victorious contenders consider themselves the elite. There are only a few. Boreas sighs a whirl wind of relief. 
The story continued despite the argument, ‘The potter’s distracted attention caused the growing pot to start toppling over. Withdrawn from that which she wished to be acknowledged for the potter’s pot is nearly lost. With the palms of her hands she lifts the top slowly and holds the warped pot upright from its base, still stuck in place.’ 
“Bigots realize their perfection through the control of others’ possibilities. Righteousness is created by those proclaiming it; not by truth. This is a circular argument maintained between the spiritually poor proprietors, and the spiritually rich paupers.” Boreas spirals into a demonstrative tornado. The fury outside devastates life itself with no sight of truth. No love is found or lost amongst such destruction.
I try to fathom the riddle, “Surely, all cynics believing they are right act from that belief?”
“Ancient Greek Antisthenes believed virtue was enabled by self control. Both agnostic sceptics and atheist stoics considered virtue to be only possible by the control of the innate beast within themselves. Cynic believed that self interest and insincerity maybe integral within all of us; the beast within. However, if virtue is born of more than the beast; morality would have to be present without our innate drives for self fulfilment or gratification. Virtue would arguably have to be learnt from a supreme grace.”
After the last fight new fights will flow, as we endlessly disagree. If we were ever right or will ever be, we are still totally remote from the truth. Without proof all of us will continue to voice each our own regardless explanation. 
‘From within divine love and faith, the potter’s hopeful and gentle guidance the pot starts to regain shape. The potter’s confidence grows with the progress of her dish. She can no longer see the base of the pot, but the potter knows that that does not matter. An artist is born as well as, the pot’s creation.’ 
On-lookers without souls, trapped in the carriage shook their smart heads. Mark has asked us, on-lookers, “What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul?”
“I cope,” the exploited on-looker asserted as she adjusted her embroidered hat. The bitter woman stepped over the man on the floor. This elderly on-looker was right. She had worked hard all her life doing what she was told. This lady had never considered anyone other than her family and her employer. Aloof she cared about her family, but they like her knew their place. Misunderstanding the couth on-lookers she shook her head in reply. There was no case to justify the man dying in the doorway; his judges had no empathy or faith. 
John and Matthew have told us that Our Creator made us to live on more than bread alone. Luke and Matthew tell us that we should not judge others if we do not want to be judged ourselves. Matthew also tells us that we should love those who are not within our families.  Perhaps you consider on-lookers that life is not fair and the cynical woman in the hat had at least survived. Who do you suppose will punish who, for blocking the doorway, or for denying a man his life?
‘The potter sliced the pot from the marble slab. She carefully removed it from the wheel which now stood stationary, cool and idle. She placed the dry, hardened terracotta pot in the centre of the burning hot charcoal fire, where it was forgotten for the endurance. Other artists congratulated her beautiful bowl.’ 
None of those, who judged the disregarded man, could afford him a purpose. None had sufficient love to care what the discarded man felt. None of us offered the young man a hand or even hope. We saw the elderly on–looker coped. She did not give anything to the man on the floor. Without empathy what has she now got? We were asked to do to others what we would like them to do to us. How could a vindictive on-looker with purpose know about this lonely man’s strife? 
Perhaps you consider that the idle man suspended in a pointless existence did not deserve life? The idle man in the doorway did not respond to the vicious lady’s contempt. He was dead. The long suffering on-looker who coped did not recognize his plight. She had no regard for others’ existences. This woman knew she was right, but she cannot feel the warm loving glow which at last surrounds the welcomed wraith.
Boreas’ circular wind may well have been short lived, but no progress is ever made in the superficial debate: who is right? The superficial arguments are all irrelevant without truth. There is no justice: damage to everything is the only consequence of such powerful battles to oppress each other. Ignorance of truth and love allows such fools to prove how correct they can be without Our One Creators’ fundamental truth. They remain outside in the black darkness hoping to be proven right.
The wind hums, “Truth is infinitely buried in the centre of any argument? We ask such external questions as why, what, who, where, when solely to allocate blame.” Our ignorance remains safe.
‘After dawn the ceramic pot is removed from the furnace and glazed. It would be fired again. On-lookers, who knows if or what we might place in this pot? We may put food to sustain life within this glazed vessel? Perhaps many leaves of life itself would grow from such a pot, but it would require water as well as light.’
 ‘The potter’s pride grew amongst the admirers’ praises. It surpassed the potter’s confidence, effort and art. “It was easy,” she boasted arrogantly to those who had gathered around her to have a look at her applied glaze. This potter placed her work back into the centre of the kiln, but limited the size of her colleagues’ pots so that none of them touch hers. So the others’ waited for the potter’s final fire of her glazed pot.’
Love is the energy and truth is the key. Light is shrouded in such a tunnel of furious denial. All that is born of such certain conflict is pain, hurt resulting in death. On-lookers many of your forefathers throughout history have been neglected and refused work. We pity those who were harmed in history and condemn those exploited in the same unreasonable way now. 
I tell you now On-lookers, God your father spoke nothing but “subversive rot”!  Money is the Hun sluts lie. With that alone you and yours will die. Your greed and callous indifference will result in no more than the potter’s pot.
Regardless of your vitriolic opinion on-lookers all you will win is a hollow victory. Without effort you will not find faith, hope or love. Without faith, hope or love you will gain no satisfaction. You will merely have played a game of confrontation. You might even be first in this endless row.
‘The potters waited a long time with their discarded pots for the firing of the kiln to finish. On-lookers, potters are patient people. They observe more than just cylindrical pots. Amongst them the potter was enthusiastically waiting for her first pot to fire for the last time. They looked at this proud novice and saw that her anticipation was so much more. 
Bong!
The echo radiated from the kiln. They heard the cracking of brittle ceramic glaze. They recognized the potters despair; they too were novices once. The throng of concern waited again for the kiln to cool after the fire had been quenched and anticipation faded to hope. Carefully they opened the kiln door to look inside. The pot did not exist anymore.’ Did the man on the floor? 
The wind replies to my cries, “With time those who choose slowly realize that none of them could know.”
Truth is infinitely buried in the centre of any argument? On-lookers, if you know you are right why search for truth anymore?
Not interested in this story, on-looker? Perhaps you have already heard it? The exploited on-looker adjusted her hat, got up and left. Soon the train will pull into a station. On-lookers, will you be there? Not heard by your indifferent ears on–lookers, Boreas alone sings this song.
‘Know this travellers; the planet you occupy circles as one of many rotating around our star of life. These orbs have travelled this way since the dust of creation paused and bonded with this light of our sun’s momentum. Around this sparkling glare the wheels of life revolve. Each wheel is composed of decreasing rings, some of amino acids, some molecules and then atoms, electrons ad infinitum. Each wheel circles its own axis; held there by others spinning within and without. They are infinitely held together by Our Sacred Creator within His glory in which we are all lit.’ 
Do you fancy you could leave on-looker to circle alone; for how long? Could there be any possibility dear mortal that you could be wrong? Without Gaia or Jehovah to follow On-looker, where will you go?
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WARNING Do not touch or have anything to do with  H P  they are the worst company you will ever meet. H P are unreliable, dishonest and harmful. Their contracts are worthless and if you have any money left after they have financially stripped you bare H P illegally dishonor their  contracts. Google have just warned me of their offer to put things right, they continue to harm you afterwards.                         /                            One receptionist asked me - "I had had this laptop for over a month; if it hadn't worked why had I waited until then to ask for my money back." This was not a question. I had spent all that time repeatedly asking for my money back and being told by H P that their company H P contract just repaired the H P laptop. One H P international ignorant technician from H P  for this overpriced tool they had sold me - said that it did not work because there were too many cookies on the laptop. I knew this was incorrect, these were only there because he had put them there. He then tried to charge me to remove them.                                 /                                I WARN you now; if H P stick a cloven hoof in your face offering you computers, printers or watches turn you back, cross the street and do not turn round again.    H P will skin you after they have stripped you. They give you hard ware they then download software to frustrate, they give you options and they then ignore your choices and blame the harmful programs they place against your wishes on the H P  laptop claiming it still belongs to  them. H P will not give you your money back.                     /                        Compare H P to Yankie Traders despite being based around New York the best warning that can be given against these H P maggots is "Caviet Emptor" - BUYER BEWARE.

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hp are not the Hewlett Packard that they were 20 years ago. hp is now expensive. hp does not provide the goods they advertise. Situated in Ireland hp took £693.90 from me, for a laptop which did not do what I asked - and they said that it would. Bought 2 and a half months ago on 27 November 2014 hp claim that it will remain "theirs" for a year. Despite the 10 month old ProBook 450 laptop remaining theirs they will neither replace it - with what can only be equal rubbish or refund me.
They are now unreliable and unsupportive. They say that they will repair this laptop, and these are the fools who broke it.  I phoned for this repair and some incompetent from some other country in the world started trying to sell me things that I neither wanted nor needed to replace endless programs which hp supplied and were not working.
When they do make the effort to download what they call "updates" on to the systems they sell you - they download damaging and obstructive programs that prevent any business or personal usage. They lie. They do not offer any hp warranty beyond 30 days! 
20 years ago they were excellent, they moved to the UK and became bad. Now they are international and have become even worse. They are vicious and incompetent. Despite their international assurances on their so called warranty they pass you from country to country and from department to department with endless excuses until they cut you off.
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Just One True God who being despite being beyond our comprehension endlessly loves and protects us. We so often carry on with no comprehension of this omnipresent, powerful, caring and forgiving Creator and Benifactor. So ...
The Beach Boys’ hit ‘God Only Knows’ has to be one of my all-time favorites. But watching star after star sing an INCREDIBLE version just blew me away. How did they pack this many celebrities in one video!?!
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To Whom it may Concern; Dear Everyone,

As a child like all other children I made mistakes or more to the point I
was naughty.
I can remember my father on one extreme occasion when I had been caught
pilforing or more to the point stealing with other friends, and he told me
this -

The most important thing you will loose is your name; your reputation. Your
reputation is all that counts. It does not matter who thought stealing (in
this case) would be a good idea. It does not matter what it was you both
decided to steal. It wont matter that you have been punished, or that you
are sorry. All that will matter to people who meet you is that you did
steal (in this case) and you will never be trusted again. That made a big
impression on me. The Christian sense or morality came later, but if you
wish to interact with others what is it that they are being asked to relate
to!

Unfortunately amoungst the powerful in this the UK, us the people these
powerful fancy they are responsible for are not even considered in the
outrageous and selfish theiving and fraud they conduct. If these mega
parasites cannot consider us before they line their pockets or kill their
opponents then they must consider their reputations before they commit
these crimes against God if not against the corrupted laws construed by
overpaid maggots of society.

It does not matter whether you fancy yourself rich, important or even *perfect!
*If you commit any crime against anyone then this should be known by
everyone. This is everyone's last protection. People should not be judged
simply because they are different from the masses, but if they wish to
occupy positions of any power over others what they do or have done should
be known by all so we can defend ourselves from the deceit occuring again.

Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself.

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Stream Dancing
Time flowed as rivers which had no banks.
 Why are there no banks?
Only truth could have formed banks for the rivers of time. Truth however, did not require any structure to exist. Truth was there from the earliest start. Before life had been created truth lived without recognition. Time would have started to flow here. People simply became aware of truth when we created our false lives. People’s deceit then grew despite the intervention of Jesus Christ Emanuel. 
Memories were construed by ‘intelligent’ people. ‘Intelligent’ people were like maggots. Their memories accumulated on the beds of these increasingly turbulent torrents. Maggots fed from those they insisted owed them various tailor made truths. All those necessarily compromised were fitted impertinently into the ‘glorious’ lives of those telling their tales. Maggots could not remember their victims they continually rejected. Unrecorded history recalled truth along the rivers of time; maggots did not recollect their offences, lies and crimes. True history, knew and once told the single truth, but that was ignored. People contrived no truth. Whatever the cost to life, such people had themselves proven ‘right’.
Others could not have perceived these contrived memories even if they shared the same torrent of life; life’s experiences were not the same. Neither time nor life created memories. Each and every person alive created their own memories as works of art. These lay as various stones washed smooth. Pebbles smooth of truth on the floor of time. 
As the flowing river of time passed the truth sank below the water. Life struggling to survive slithered amongst the polished pebbles of the powerful. Successful people who chose to forget any strife it had cost dying mortals to create their dreams. Dreams the wealthy insisted were everyone’s reality. Aghast the poor stood still and alone in the dark. Onward the furious current drove. All memories had to conform; truth was silent. 
Matthew Chapter 13: verse 15, Isaiah foretold,
"You will indeed listen, but never understand, and you will indeed look, but never see.
For this people's heart has grown dull, and their ears are hard of hearing,
and they have shut their eyes; so that they might not look with their eyes,
and listen with their ears, and understand with their heart:” 
The river was high. The discarded poor then began to flow towards the end of the deep river. Many victims cast awry looked to grasp life. Prey without sight clung mistakenly to drifting truth. “Truth is sinking,” drowning victims cried. Maggots ranted their lies that, there was no one there and the truth sank.
“Do not touch them,” the wealthy told their children, “They are dirty.” The disease was that between greed and need. Devoid of funds the charitable gave of themselves, but rich maggots still bled the destitute dead. Maggots made life cruel.
The maggots told the sick their lives cost them too much. As parasites the poor had stolen the worthless money funding these hedonists’ fantasies, in order to stay alive. The selfish and parasitic thieves of others’ lives encased those poor in their excreted and everlasting grey concrete. It was cheap and reached the clouds serving as Satanic shrouds. Victims were left in poverty to die without the colour of God given flowers, green grass and golden leaves. Masturbating maggots’ endless lies hid the sun’s light.
Matthew, Chapter 7: verse 11.                                                                                                  “If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children,                      how much more will your Father in Heaven give good things to those who ask Him?”  
Socially acceptable profit seekers had no apparent cause to repent. 
Benefactors worked to give hope amongst the poor. Patrons remained to aid and answer the needs of the impoverished. Selfish hedonists masturbated their own greed and callous indifference. They did not profit from those transactions made to the needy. Maggots therefore considered generous donators, as parasites. The calculations of maggots demonstrated that only they were significant to themselves. Benefactors could not prevent victims and truth from being torn apart. 
Maggots necessarily culled the needy to satisfy their greed. It was thought that the harm maggots contrived for their disregarded victims would not last. Mercenary maggots who would have been triumphant heard the bird song regardless of what the birds sang. Maggots considered, “Victims alone would die.” That defiant will of maggots fed on their victims’ remaining hope. Humane neighbours loved once too often and cared far too much for those rejected by maggots. Indifferent maggots’ false tales could not have travelled too fast. The hate and pain of the vulnerable alone lingered as such. The self righteous dark judges sped past certain only of others’ death. Before maggots damned the impoverished, they would have all had dreams.
The deserted sick continued to flow towards the high river’s end.
Mists of time rose above victims’ anger drowned amongst the glory of those who consumed truth as they consumed victims’ lives. In the depths of right and wrong wealthy maggots sank the truth. Screams of lost furry were vented in the fog above the poor’s memories of maggots’ callous indifference and self righteous greed.
Always remember nothing was as any of them would have had it seem.
The rivers gushed on splashing their past with hush and furious rush. The serpents’ forked tongue of Chronus hissed as he waved goodbye to the discarded. The competitive wish for more bled the poor dead. Without faith or hope, the strained prey alone clasped tightly to their last remaining dreams of a distant blue. Eventually the rich were left to bury the cadavers of the discarded poor. A chore, hedonists did not desire. The harm maggots created satisfying their greed would never mend.
The money paid to maggots, which they then squandered on themselves was intended to maintain all life on earth. However, the selfish maggots continuously complained that they could not afford to keep benevolent contributors alive. Memories of the starving were completely erased. It had not just been truth which sank. They paid to have the river beds dredged of the cadavers hidden amongst the reeds.
In Matthew Chapter 13 verse 21, Jesus explains that in the parable of the Sower the seed that is sown,    
“among thorns,                                                                                                                             this is the one (of you) who hears the word,                                                                               but the cares of the world and the lure of wealth choke the word,                                 and it yields nothing.”
Victims were flowing into their grave.
Maggots bragged they had destroyed suffering.
The maggots’ greed was where the poor’s pain last stood. Unrecognized and gasping for air the poor and sick were all that remained. Maggots destroyed everything. Endlessly maggots grew from these victims’ greatest strife.
Once, caterpillars had fed continually from surrounding green leaves. Hidden from sight they left no image where the flickers of fish fought air. Maggots left nothing there. Just the pure water remained standing lost amongst the rushes from where only the reflected sunlight would gleam. 
Maggots remained celebrating their victorious wealth, and insisting nothing had happened. If the truth sank could that have been a lie? Maggots maintained there was no one to save. 
There was no truth in that which privileged people contrived. Hoping to fulfil lies with vacant promises, queues of maggots grew outside empty banks withdrawing life.
Matthew Chapter 7: verses 20 – 23,                                                                            Jesus told the disciples,                                                                                                “You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them                                           and their great ones are tyrants over them.                                                                        It will not be so among you;                                                                                            but whoever wishes to be great among you must be your servant,                                and whoever wishes to be first among you must be your slave; -”
Masturbating high fliers thrived dipping their toes into gurgling brooks they then owned. Life was staid; truth was stone. Unshod the poor stood alone in puddles of God’s tears. They were idle, stupid, sick and ill. They had not paid sufficiently for the grey these satanic maggots laid. Any victims left could only pray. 
Socialite maggots designed measured gardens. They despised the nature which crept in. Nature is designed by your Sacred Father. It is He who composes your gardens to survive, maggots. Your procured gardens were balanced by life itself. Without the nature you despised your gardens would have died. To the despair of these psychotics, caterpillars spun chrysalis. Maggots attempted to compromise life as they had done truth. Progress ceased as conformity rose. Perverted nature was expected to behave.
Colours the gullible remembered were removed from display. 
Wealthy maggots claimed their crimes were not true. Such parasites rescued the hungry larva of their previous victims abroad and fed them here on the impoverished. The impoverished only had themselves to blame. The starving did not pay these bloodsuckers enough to live another day. Maggots and their larva had rights. Only the destitute were left to die, that was the maggots’ way. Your torches could have followed their baron paths of sand they left far behind and bereft of life. They pleaded victimization and slithered across a land that had once celebrated life. 
Without faith or hope all the disadvantaged stood alone still clasping tightly to their last remaining dream; the dream of a distant blue.
Parasites welcomed these larvae who arrived without any consideration of the living impoverished. Cheap immigrant larva unrolled their proboscises and sucked our green, bountiful rolling hills dry. That was their right. Maggots and their immigrant larva sucked life from the discarded and grew into flies. They copulated like disease throughout the pitch night. Only an all consuming desert was left devoid of truth, love and life.
Flies swarmed above the river and blocked not only the light, but also the skies. You could hear the cries of the worthless. You could hear them drown if you listened. They did not cry for grace, mercy and peace; but truth, justice and life! No disease existed which the ignorant could diagnose or prevent. Everyone the ignorant maggots and their immigrant larva were paid to care for died. 
The serpent Chronus searches endlessly behind, for signs of life.                                   
The lion Chronus perceives all ahead, yet all life will be spent.                                             Chronus the face of man sits squat in the impertinence                                                    and misery of people surviving their own disease and strife.
The one remaining stream left was that of time. It was not a bourn; it should never have dried. The victims of maggots’ drowned in the diseases they could not afford. Wealth was all that was on the ungraceful maggots’ agenda, so the ungrateful sick died. That was the only place where peace was found. Flies and maggots sold their souls to the devil for a long lost carnal black dream. None of the tales told here were ever true.
Sadly the parasites and their victims were never capable of accepting truth as the fundamental reality of life; none of them recognized truth as flies hid our skies. That was when time started to grow turbulent. Truth drowned as victims sank. The lies of ungraceful flies were caught, but justice does not exist here on earth amongst the dead. Flies sowed their seeds with Satan, but the devil does not honour contracts. The ungrateful dead did not speak and those left could not remember what corpses had said. Truth was strangled dead in the tangled weed; deceit was rife.
Those drowned had cried, “Maggots do not care.” Wealthy flies then ranted to sustain their lie. “There was no one there; the truth sank.” Only the destitute died.
Remember whoever you were, whatever you did, or did not do, nothing was as you chose to remember. None of the sick could have thrived. Water evaporated from the time river which no longer ran as deep. That was the consuming parasites strife.
The poor that were left continued to flow closer towards the end of an increasingly shallow stream.
Young men indifferently skimmed stones across the top of the drying river. They did not care. They were right and that alone was the truth. They defiantly stood aloof stranded high at the edge of life.
Always remember nothing was as any person would have had it previously seem.
The flies insisted truth had never existed. Life once danced as rolling green grass where now there was only hay. Wind brought drought. In a desert, whether sand or concrete there was nowhere for any flowing water to play. Dry winds of deceit cut like a knife.
Life is not always turbulent though is it?                                                                                Sometimes we can be happy and calm in that bliss,                                                              as those cast adrift flow towards the end.
For individuals who managed to create lives devoid of truth, they often relaxed into their own delusions of satisfactory worth. Their value was only appraised when they conformed to the deceit of the ‘normal’ social life. A perceived life, to which those valued, identified and belonged. Collectively they called such psychosis, where neighbours supported each other’s delusions; communities. Psychosis was normal. On-looker, do you now forget?
Such deceit was sustained through high fliers’ greed and callous indifference. Parasites deserved what they got. To sustain the social standing of flies and survive others’ needs the wealthy classes turned their backs. Flies were alive and loyal. Flies social status required them not to grasp for anything. Such parasites would pretend they knew and possessed everything and there they shrivelled in their own bliss. There was no other truth other than that they contrived. Others were paid worthless money to sustain those flies’ psychosis.
The harm flies denied would never mend.
Wealthy pensioners still lived by the compassion of Our Divine Creator. Something they did not show the sick and poor when they committed evil for those they then blamed for their own circumstances afterwards. Life once existed as rolling green grass replaced with only hay. Life had shrunk. There was no water left to play. Truth had sunk, so what life could pensioners now defend?
Ignorance remained amongst any class of life as it always had been bliss.
Matthew warns you On-lookers in his Chapter 7:12-14 verses,                                            “In everything do to others as you would have them do to you;                                       for this is the law of the prophets.
Matthew Chapter 7 Verse 2,                                                 
“...and the measure you give will be the measure you get.”  
There were others. Anyone abnormal enough to disagree with these engineered communities was consequently burdened with their blame. Those unfit for responsibility afterwards were left responsible. They sat with Chronus unlit in the shadows, to contemplate pebbles. We were the outcast and we prayed to Heaven on our knees. 
Everybody was skimmed over the sharp gravel towards the end of time. 
Those exploited without these communities deserved everything they got and that was not enough to survive those within. That was the ‘truth’ uttered by flies and without any truth left none of it applied to you; did it On-looker? You would have been a worthy maggot with a great stack of valueless wealth acquired throughout others worthless lives. You spent your life swatting familiar flies; there were so many about then. You lived your life with such worthy ease. 
Wise men struggled and buckled at the end of a depleted stream. They fished for reason, care, truth, but there was nothing left there. Old men watched the fish fight the air of a lost flow to where they could no longer go. The waters song had gone. Young man your river was short, but your life was long. When you reached the end where then did you belong?
The chrysalis cracked from tip to top. It split its length and each half dropped to the ground. The moist and crinkled contents strained to stretch four wings, which failed to open. They should have dried in the sun, but there was none to be seen. In the damp grey air the unformed insect remained damp shrivelled and unable to fly. Without colour to display they did not mate, they died. On-looker, this was your crime. 
Perhaps you considered this to be a fairytale, or a horror story to scream at. It was not. We are sent as your only warning. We are devils cast from shadows before you. What we recognized before, you may never realise. That is up to you. What you deny is growing. We do not damn you, neither does your Sacred Father; you damn yourselves. The river was short, but we lived long.
Matthew Chapter 7: verses 15-20 Jesus told the crowds, 
"Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing,
But inwardly are ravenous wolves.
You will know them by their fruits. 
Are grapes gathered from thorns, or figs from thistles? 
In the same way, every good tree bears good fruit, 
but the bad tree bears bad fruit. 
A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, 
nor can a bad tree bear good fruit. 
Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. 
Thus you will know them by their fruits."

Once the laws you contrived drowned the truth you hid in lost rivers. What you do to others, even if you, ‘knew they deserved it’, the sick and poor who did not gratify your ‘needs’, or ‘purposes’ sufficiently, will be returned to judge you. Those you exploited and then turned your disrespectful backs to will later have authority over you. 
If the rivers of time were not turbulent the beds would have been covered in coarse and rough gravel. None of your insignificant gravel would have been ground into smooth stones. In your dire, ‘responsible’ society that would not suit.
Alone you will wonder too late, if as wealthy maggots you had damned truth. Without truth life would have been compromised. It was life which you drowned and not just truth. The final scream of time will gurgle beyond your retracted lies, “Without time all life will cease: without any life anywhere time does not exist.” Isolated on the river’s dry floor they have no time for you.
The river will also leave you stranded at the end of time. 
Heed this warning whilst you still can. Despite your inability to survive and help yourself you demanded of others you despised. Unlike those you exploited you could have outlived your stupidity. Time screams something greater than all of us. We were once what simply is now, you.
This was your crime,-
You polluted life;
Truth sank,
Your deceit deceives you, it will not mend.
You kill time.
John Chapter 12: verses 25-26, Those who love their life lose it,                                     and those who hate their life in this world will keep it for eternal life.
Time no longer flows as rivers with no banks.
No time: then the time river stops. 
The end.
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Stream Dancing
Time flowed as rivers which had no banks.
 Why are there no banks?
Only truth could have formed banks for the rivers of time. Truth however, did not require any structure to exist. Truth was there from the earliest start. Before life had been created truth lived without recognition. Time would have started to flow here. People simply became aware of truth when we created our false lives. People’s deceit then grew despite the intervention of Jesus Christ Emanuel. 
Memories were construed by ‘intelligent’ people. ‘Intelligent’ people were like maggots. Their memories accumulated on the beds of these increasingly turbulent torrents. Maggots fed from those they insisted owed them various tailor made truths. All those necessarily compromised were fitted impertinently into the ‘glorious’ lives of those telling their tales. Maggots could not remember their victims they continually rejected. Unrecorded history recalled truth along the rivers of time; maggots did not recollect their offences, lies and crimes. True history, knew and once told the single truth, but that was ignored. People contrived no truth. Whatever the cost to life, such people had themselves proven ‘right’.
Others could not have perceived these contrived memories even if they shared the same torrent of life; life’s experiences were not the same. Neither time nor life created memories. Each and every person alive created their own memories as works of art. These lay as various stones washed smooth. Pebbles smooth of truth on the floor of time. 
As the flowing river of time passed the truth sank below the water. Life struggling to survive slithered amongst the polished pebbles of the powerful. Successful people who chose to forget any strife it had cost dying mortals to create their dreams. Dreams the wealthy insisted were everyone’s reality. Aghast the poor stood still and alone in the dark. Onward the furious current drove. All memories had to conform; truth was silent. 
Matthew Chapter 13: verse 15, Isaiah foretold,
"You will indeed listen, but never understand, and you will indeed look, but never see.
For this people's heart has grown dull, and their ears are hard of hearing,
and they have shut their eyes; so that they might not look with their eyes,
and listen with their ears, and understand with their heart:” 
The river was high. The discarded poor then began to flow towards the end of the deep river. Many victims cast awry looked to grasp life. Prey without sight clung mistakenly to drifting truth. “Truth is sinking,” drowning victims cried. Maggots ranted their lies that, there was no one there and the truth sank.
“Do not touch them,” the wealthy told their children, “They are dirty.” The disease was that between greed and need. Devoid of funds the charitable gave of themselves, but rich maggots still bled the destitute dead. Maggots made life cruel.
The maggots told the sick their lives cost them too much. As parasites the poor had stolen the worthless money funding these hedonists’ fantasies, in order to stay alive. The selfish and parasitic thieves of others’ lives encased those poor in their excreted and everlasting grey concrete. It was cheap and reached the clouds serving as Satanic shrouds. Victims were left in poverty to die without the colour of God given flowers, green grass and golden leaves. Masturbating maggots’ endless lies hid the sun’s light.
Matthew, Chapter 7: verse 11.                                                                                                  “If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children,                      how much more will your Father in Heaven give good things to those who ask Him?”  
Socially acceptable profit seekers had no apparent cause to repent. 
Benefactors worked to give hope amongst the poor. Patrons remained to aid and answer the needs of the impoverished. Selfish hedonists masturbated their own greed and callous indifference. They did not profit from those transactions made to the needy. Maggots therefore considered generous donators, as parasites. The calculations of maggots demonstrated that only they were significant to themselves. Benefactors could not prevent victims and truth from being torn apart.                                                                                       
Maggots necessarily culled the needy to satisfy their greed. It was thought that the harm maggots contrived for their disregarded victims would not last. Mercenary maggots who would have been triumphant heard the bird song regardless of what the birds sang. Maggots considered, “Victims alone would die.” That defiant will of maggots fed on their victims’ remaining hope. Humane neighbours loved once too often and cared far too much for those rejected by maggots. Indifferent maggots’ false tales could not have travelled too fast. The hate and pain of the vulnerable alone lingered as such. The self righteous dark judges sped past certain only of others’ death. Before maggots damned the impoverished, they would have all had dreams.
The deserted sick continued to flow towards the high river’s end.
Mists of time rose above victims’ anger drowned amongst the glory of those who consumed truth as they consumed victims’ lives. In the depths of right and wrong wealthy maggots sank the truth. Screams of lost furry were vented in the fog above the poor’s memories of maggots’ callous indifference and self righteous greed.
Always remember nothing was as any of them would have had it seem.
The rivers gushed on splashing their past with hush and furious rush. The serpents’ forked tongue of Chronus hissed as he waved goodbye to the discarded. The competitive wish for more bled the poor dead. Without faith or hope, the strained prey alone clasped tightly to their last remaining dreams of a distant blue. Eventually the rich were left to bury the cadavers of the discarded poor. A chore, hedonists did not desire. The harm maggots created satisfying their greed would never mend.
The money paid to maggots, which they then squandered on themselves was intended to maintain all life on earth. However, the selfish maggots continuously complained that they could not afford to keep benevolent contributors alive. Memories of the starving were completely erased. It had not just been truth which sank. They paid to have the river beds dredged of the cadavers hidden amongst the reeds.
In Matthew Chapter 13 verse 21, Jesus explains that,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 in the parable of the Sower the seed that is sown,    
“among thorns,                                                                                                                             this is the one (of you) who hears the word,                                                                               but the cares of the world and the lure of wealth choke the word,                                 and it yields nothing.”
Victims were flowing into their grave.
Maggots bragged they had destroyed suffering.
The maggots’ greed was where the poor’s pain last stood. Unrecognized and gasping for air the poor and sick were all that remained. Maggots destroyed everything. Endlessly maggots grew from these victims’ greatest strife.
Once, caterpillars had fed continually from surrounding green leaves. Hidden from sight they left no image where the flickers of fish fought air. Maggots left nothing there. Just the pure water remained standing lost amongst the rushes from where only the reflected sunlight would gleam. 
Maggots remained celebrating their victorious wealth, and insisting nothing had happened. If the truth sank could that have been a lie? Maggots maintained there was no one to save. 
There was no truth in that which privileged people contrived. Hoping to fulfil lies with vacant promises, queues of maggots grew outside empty banks withdrawing life.
Matthew Chapter 7: verses 20 – 23,                                                                            Jesus told the disciples,                                                                                                “You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them                                           and their great ones are tyrants over them.                                                                        It will not be so among you;                                                                                            but whoever wishes to be great among you must be your servant,                                and whoever wishes to be first among you must be your slave; -”
Masturbating high fliers thrived dipping their toes into gurgling brooks they then owned. Life was staid; truth was stone. Unshod the poor stood alone in puddles of God’s tears. They were idle, stupid, sick and ill. They had not paid sufficiently for the grey these satanic maggots laid. Any victims left could only pray. 
Socialite maggots designed measured gardens. They despised the nature which crept in. Nature is designed by your Sacred Father. It is He who composes your gardens to survive, maggots. Your procured gardens were balanced by life itself. Without the nature you despised your gardens would have died. To the despair of these psychotics, caterpillars spun chrysalis. Maggots attempted to compromise life as they had done truth. Progress ceased as conformity rose. Perverted nature was expected to behave.
Colours the gullible remembered were removed from display. 
Wealthy maggots claimed their crimes were not true. Such parasites rescued the hungry larva of their previous victims abroad and fed them here on the impoverished. The impoverished only had themselves to blame. The starving did not pay these bloodsuckers enough to live another day. Maggots and their larva had rights. Only the destitute were left to die, that was the maggots’ way. Your torches could have followed their baron paths of sand they left far behind and bereft of life. They pleaded victimization and slithered across a land that had once celebrated life. 
Without faith or hope all the disadvantaged stood alone still clasping tightly to their last remaining dream; the dream of a distant blue.
Parasites welcomed these larvae who arrived without any consideration of the living impoverished. Cheap immigrant larva unrolled their proboscises and sucked our green, bountiful rolling hills dry. That was their right. Maggots and their immigrant larva sucked life from the discarded and grew into flies. They copulated like disease throughout the pitch night. Only an all consuming desert was left devoid of truth, love and life.
Flies swarmed above the river and blocked not only the light, but also the skies. You could hear the cries of the worthless. You could hear them drown if you listened. They did not cry for grace, mercy and peace; but truth, justice and life! No disease existed which the ignorant could diagnose or prevent. Everyone the ignorant maggots and their immigrant larva were paid to care for died. 
The serpent Chronus searches endlessly behind, for signs of life.                                   
The lion Chronus perceives all ahead, yet all life will be spent.                                             Chronus the face of man sits squat in the impertinence                                                    and misery of people surviving their own disease and strife.
The one remaining stream left was that of time. It was not a bourn; it should never have dried. The victims of maggots’ drowned in the diseases they could not afford. Wealth was all that was on the ungraceful maggots’ agenda, so the ungrateful sick died. That was the only place where peace was found. Flies and maggots sold their souls to the devil for a long lost carnal black dream. None of the tales told here were ever true.
Sadly the parasites and their victims were never capable of accepting truth as the fundamental reality of life; none of them recognized truth as flies hid our skies. That was when time started to grow turbulent. Truth drowned as victims sank. The lies of ungraceful flies were caught, but justice does not exist here on earth amongst the dead. Flies sowed their seeds with Satan, but the devil does not honour contracts. The ungrateful dead did not speak and those left could not remember what corpses had said. Truth was strangled dead in the tangled weed; deceit was rife.
Those drowned had cried, “Maggots do not care.” Wealthy flies then ranted to sustain their lie. “There was no one there; the truth sank.” Only the destitute died.
Remember whoever you were, whatever you did, or did not do, nothing was as you chose to remember. None of the sick could have thrived. Water evaporated from the time river which no longer ran as deep. That was the consuming parasites strife.
The poor that were left continued to flow closer towards the end of an increasingly shallow stream.
Young men indifferently skimmed stones across the top of the drying river. They did not care. They were right and that alone was the truth. They defiantly stood aloof stranded high at the edge of life.
Always remember nothing was as any person would have had it previously seem.
The flies insisted truth had never existed. Life once danced as rolling green grass where now there was only hay. Wind brought drought. In a desert, whether sand or concrete there was nowhere for any flowing water to play. Dry winds of deceit cut like a knife.
Life is not always turbulent though is it?                                                                                                                                               Sometimes we can be happy and calm in that bliss,                                                              as those cast adrift flow towards the end.
For individuals who managed to create lives devoid of truth, they often relaxed into their own delusions of satisfactory worth. Their value was only appraised when they conformed to the deceit of the ‘normal’ social life. A perceived life, to which those valued, identified and belonged. Collectively they called such psychosis, where neighbours supported each other’s delusions; communities. Psychosis was normal. On-looker, do you now forget?
Such deceit was sustained through high fliers’ greed and callous indifference. Parasites deserved what they got. To sustain the social standing of flies and survive others’ needs the wealthy classes turned their backs. Flies were alive and loyal. Flies social status required them not to grasp for anything. Such parasites would pretend they knew and possessed everything and there they shrivelled in their own bliss. There was no other truth other than that they contrived. Others were paid worthless money to sustain those flies’ psychosis.
The harm flies denied would never mend.
Wealthy pensioners still lived by the compassion of Our Divine Creator. Something they did not show the sick and poor when they committed evil for those they then blamed for their own circumstances afterwards. Life once existed as rolling green grass replaced with only hay. Life had shrunk. There was no water left to play. Truth had sunk, so what life could pensioners now defend?
Ignorance remained amongst any class of life as it always had been bliss.
Matthew warns you On-lookers in his Chapter 7:12-14 verses,                                            “In everything do to others as you would have them do to you;                                       for this is the law of the prophets.
Matthew Chapter 7 Verse 2,                                                 
“...and the measure you give will be the measure you get.”  
There were others. Anyone abnormal enough to disagree with these engineered communities was consequently burdened with their blame. Those unfit for responsibility afterwards were left responsible. They sat with Chronus unlit in the shadows, to contemplate pebbles. We were the outcast and we prayed to Heaven on our knees. 
Everybody was skimmed over the sharp gravel towards the end of time. 
Those exploited without these communities deserved everything they got and that was not enough to survive those within. That was the ‘truth’ uttered by flies and without any truth left none of it applied to you; did it On-looker? You would have been a worthy maggot with a great stack of valueless wealth acquired throughout others worthless lives. You spent your life swatting flies; there were so many about then. You lived your life with such worthy ease. 
Wise men struggled and buckled at the end of a depleted stream. They fished for reason, care, truth, but there was nothing left there. Old men watched the fish fight the air of a lost flow to where they could no longer go. The waters song had gone. Young man your river was short, but your life was long. When you reached the end where then did you belong?
The chrysalis cracked from tip to top. It split its length and each half dropped to the ground. The moist and crinkled contents strained to stretch four wings, which failed to open. They should have dried in the sun, but there was none to be seen. In the damp grey air the unformed insect remained damp shrivelled and unable to fly. Without colour to display they did not mate, they died. On-looker, this was your crime. 
Perhaps you considered this to be a fairytale, or a horror story to scream at. It was not. We are sent as your only warning. We are devils cast from shadows before you. What we recognized before, you may never realise. That is up to you. What you deny is growing. We do not damn you, neither does your Sacred Father; you damn yourselves. The river was short, but we lived long.
Matthew Chapter 7: verses 15-20 Jesus told the crowds, 
"Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing                                                                         
but inwardly are ravenous wolves. 
You will know them by their fruits. 
Are grapes gathered from thorns, or figs from thistles? 
In the same way, every good tree bears good fruit, 
but the bad tree bears bad fruit. 
A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, 
nor can a bad tree bear good fruit. 
Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. 
Thus you will know them by their fruits."

Once the laws you contrived drowned the truth you hid in lost rivers. What you do to others, even if you, ‘knew they deserved it’, the sick and poor who did not gratify your ‘needs’, or ‘purposes’ sufficiently, will be returned to judge you. Those you exploited and then turned your disrespectful backs to will later have authority over you. 
If the rivers of time were not turbulent the beds would have been covered in rough, coarse and sharp gravel. None of your insignificant gravel would have been ground into smooth stones. In your dire, ‘responsible’ society that would not suit.
Alone you will wonder too late, if as wealthy maggots you had damned truth. Without truth life would have been compromised. It was life which you drowned and not just truth. The final scream of time will gurgle beyond your retracted lies, “Without time all life will cease: without any life anywhere time does not exist.” Isolated on the river’s dry floor they have no time for you.
The river will also leave you stranded at the end of time. 
Heed this warning whilst you still can. Despite your inability to survive and help yourself you demanded of others you despised. Unlike those you exploited you could have outlived your stupidity. Time screams something greater than all of us. We were once what simply is now, you.
This was your crime,-
You polluted life;
Truth sank,
Your deceit deceives you, it will not mend.
You kill time.
John Chapter 12: verses 25-26, Those who love their life lose it,                                     and those who hate their life in this world will keep it for eternal life.
Time no longer flows as rivers with no banks.
No time: then the time river stops. 
The end.
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If you have Type 2 Diabetes, listen well or you could lose your life.
First please bear in mind that D.S.N.s are not qualified in the proper treatment of Diabetes Mellitus (Type 2 diabetes); the 6 week course that such volunteers go on only provides a general course in general diabetes. (There is no such thing!)
If you have Type 1 Diabetes (Diabetes Insipidus) you will be treated with one or other regime of many different insulins and should know about hypoglycaemia (hypos) and understand what to do about them. 
Type 2 Diabetics are told by General Practitioners (G.P.s) and D.S.N.s not to eat any kind of sugar and many are put on tablets to help with this Diabetes Mellitus condition. An ignorant advice given by both parties G.P.s and D.S.N.s, who demonstrate their lack of knowledge and understanding of the tablets, they give their Type 2 Diabetics. Metformin is one, and like this entire situation created by a diseased and callous government obsessed with their personal finances IT/ IS DANGEROUS ; these other tablets could also be dangerous. The stronger these tablets are the more dangerous they are.
Hippocrates stated this medical oath to avoid such situations, but in this diseased and masturbated society of ambitious secularists none of them are interested in your health or well being. 
Many older Type 2 diabetics grew up and lived in a society where it was advisable to “trust your doctor;” DO NOT DO SO NOW! 
If you find yourself feeling weak,
                                                  Confused,
                                                  Disoriented,   
                                                   bellow your normal capabilities ... 
any of the above it is essential that you do what you have been told not to do and IMMEDIATELY start eating as much sugar as you can find.
                                                  Biscuits, toast and jam (not for diabetics), cup of tea / coffee with sugar added, bowl of cereal with added sugar ..., do so sitting down and do not stop until you feel more capable, stronger and competent. I keep a bottle of Lucozade by my bed and whenever I wake up ache’ing, weak and confused I have programmed myself to drink a glass of Lucozade. It does not always work, but if you live with someone else show them this and hopefully they will be able to persuade you to eat a once favourite food with sugar in it. 
This weakness that you feel often occurs at night time NEVER TAKE YOUR TABLETS BEFORE YOU GO TO BED This weakness is that which extreme drunks feel when they have had far too much to drink. This feeling of depletion in you and in drunks is caused by a lack of sugar in your blood – (even for a normal person) you are hypoglycaemic, or as Type 1 diabetics call it hypo. Eating what you have been told not to (sugar or food with it in) will eventually replace this sugar which the tablets have chemically removed from your system. You are confused and weak, because your brain stem is trying to save your life. It is diverting what little glucose (concentrated sugar) it can find in your body. Everyone is different and each time you go hypo it is different, but you may twitch as your brainstem tenses and relaxes your muscles in order to drain every last bit of glucose it can find, you can become aggressive which is your brainstem releasing adrenalin in order that you can flea this evil in your body – flea from your ignorant, arrogant Bolshie’s, self interested, so called “Specialist” D.S.N.s and G.P.s.. You do not die from hyperglycaemia. High blood sugar has to ferment into acid and takes weeks and months to kill you. Hypoglycaemia; low blood sugar can kill you in hours. I would not take my next tablet whatever it is. If you have a friendly pharmacist visit your Chemist / Pharmacist as soon as you can; describe what has happened and ask for advice. 
If you are lucky enough to have not yet started to take any of these Metformin type tablets DON’T start. Go to your next D.S.N. or G.P. Diabetes Specialists (neither of whom have signed the Hippocratic Oath, or are not worth their word) appointment and say nothing. Wait and see what happens. 
e.g. Congratulations to one friend who took the advice I give in the above paragraph. He was told by a D.S.N. who took one blood test with a 12 m.mol glucose/L whole blood result and diagnosed that he had diabetes mellitus and prescribed tablets for him. He did not take them and returned for the next appointment with her and she told him that he was in perfect condition now he was “taking the tablets”! He is happy and healthy, not taking the tablets and coping well with his asthma. You have survived the D.S.N.s and G.P.s; the N.H.S.; long may you live.
e.g.  Well done to another friend who was on the highest dose of Metformin three times a day, together with five other tablets at least half of them dealing with the side effects of the other! He was found by his wife first thing in the morning unconscious on the floor. Rushed into hospital (one of the worst NHS hospitals in the UK) he was diagnosed with a long cured and recovered return of cancer. Then they changed their minds and decided that he had had a stroke. By this time he had started to recover and a charitable assistant informed me that he was wondering about still confused. They then decided that he had a brain tumour, (very popular in this area of the country! Along with miracles!!!!). 
His wife asked me to visit him where I met a supposed physiotherapist arguing with my friend that –“he had had a massive stroke and should not be wandering about”. When I asked him – how he was, she defensively started insisting that – “that was confidential”! My friend told me that he was on a hunger strike because they would not let him go home. I spoke to another charitable nurse and asked why he and his wife had never seen a consultant since he had been admitted nearly a week earlier? Shortly after this my friends saw a supposed consultant and a junior doctor together (I don’t know I was not there). They told my friends that they wanted to do tests to find out what was wrong with him. I could have told them there and then. I was not there. A week later he was released home; with no diagnosis (there is nothing wrong with him – other than having been subjected to the worst a maggot infested N.H.S. has to offer). 
I suggested that he started weaning himself off his tablets and saw his pharmacist for advice. I insisted that he would not die if he ate any sugar! When I visited them a week later he told me that he had stopped all his medicine immediately (I had not advised this), but he had started eating again and eating sugar, cakes, biscuits, etc.. I did a quick blood glucose test on him and his blood sugar was 7.9m.mol glucose / L whole blood which was good as he told me he had just been bingeing on ginger nuts! On no tablets at all! He tells me that he does visit his G.P. (not a pretentious Specialist), but does not take the tablets he prescribes. This was a trauma for my friends and their family. It has shaken his once trust in the N.H.S.. 
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To Whom it may Concern; Dear Everyone,

As a child like all other children I made mistakes or more to the point I
was naughty.
I can remember my father on one extreme occasion when I had been caught
pilforing or more to the point stealing with other friends, and he told me
this -

The most important thing you will loose is your name; your reputation. Your
reputation is all that counts. It does not matter who thought stealing (in
this case) would be a good idea. It does not matter what it was you both
decided to steal. It wont matter that you have been punished, or that you
are sorry. All that will matter to people who meet you is that you did
steal (in this case) and you will never be trusted again. That made a big
impression on me. The Christian sense or morality came later, but if you
wish to interact with others what is it that they are being asked to relate
to!

Unfortunately amoungst the powerful in this the UK, us the people these
powerful fancy they are responsible for are not even considered in the
outrageous and selfish theiving and fraud they conduct. If these mega
parasites cannot consider us before they line their pockets or kill their
opponents then they must consider their reputations before they commit
these crimes against God if not against the corrupted laws construed by
overpaid maggots of society.

It does not matter whether you fancy yourself rich, important or even *perfect!
*If you commit any crime against anyone then this should be known by
everyone. This is everyone's last protection. People should not be judged
simply because they are different from the masses, but if they wish to
occupy positions of any power over others what they do or have done should
be known by all so we can defend ourselves from the deceit occuring again.

Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself.

Wendy Andrews
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