Yes, I think that I can understand parts of this poetry...yes the TALMUDDY operates like poetry in many ways but we do not worship poets as gods and we do not see pieces of poetry as 'the word of G-d'...everything has its place (although the jooish orthodox 'take' on that one is quite different, relating to how their rabbis are supposed to be the 'mouthpieces' of G-d, they are not. A point that BRENDA made, quite clearly in relation to SHARON's misguided beliefs).



"i move through this world. but the world i know is small. the world outside of the world i know is large, but the world i know is small, because i am unfortunate and puny and can only receive the world in through infinitesimally small receptors that are fluctuating and faulty, excruciatingly limited at best. i get glimpses of other worlds that are exciting or entertaining or at least foreign to me, other countries, other customs, other beliefs, other art and thought and skin, but always, even when they are tantalizing, they are foreign, as i am me and i am imprisoned, even in my infinitesimally minute fluctuations.

and all of the other people in the world, from the largest minds to the most violent hands to the richest souls, are equally as tenuous and floating, volatile and infinitesimally tiny. from great distances we appear the same, the same way the points of pins appear the same, but our sacs of humming parts exist and work, receive, react and respond, on their on unique frequencies.

ok. now how do we live? and why? this one chance in these particular sacs, comprised of these particular bits and pieces, humming on this particular frequency, how do we live and why? and what does it matter?

it matters a great deal, of course, as this is all there is. not that i am sad or discouraged, because, my god, there is so much, for this chance occurrence of here and now and us to occur. there is cause for great celebration, tiny pin heads jumping, catching the sun for but a flash."

The above section - talks to me about being a microchipped slave upon a network...you see the earliest programming of all is TELEGRAPH POLE/WIRES programming as very young children...the 'humming' of the wires.

" tiny pin heads jumping, catching the sun for but a flash"

The PIN-HEADS were the ROYAL masters of hte ill cult who could write the PIN-CODES to tag and confine everybody else in enclosures...in 'dimensions'...so that is what I had to find out how to do, to imprison the top ill - so that they could no longer harm anybody else.

Only the 'pin-heads' were supposed to be able to be 'in touch' with their SOUL...their GOLDEN ENERGY above their heads.

You see the ill cult used to 'pierce your pineal gland' to try and force your 'soul gas' out of your brain...and then to soul-trap it, in order to run your body as a robot - a soul-less robot.

I wrote a program to re-connect golden energy with bodies...and something like that, played out the other day...after I had 'found the pink concrete stone' and the guy with the bike...figured that he had 're-connected'...and then I saw another guy who had also done etc etc...