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Thursday, March 11, 2021
The Lies Or Your Own Eyes (The Conversation)
The Lies Or Your Own Eyes
(the conversation)
Whatta ya gonna believe, he asks me
Those lies or your own eyes?
Can you trust your eyes, those pretty brown eyes?
Can you trust them to tell you what it is you see
Or are you gonna trust me?
You think you saw it happen, but did you?
You think you heard it said, but did you?
You think you smelled a rose, but did you?
You think you felt a twinge, but did you?
You think you tasted truth, but did you?
Who you gonna believe?
What they told you you saw
Or what you saw with your own eyes?
Huh? Think slowly now but answer quickly:
What did you see? And are you 100 per cent certain?
You saw it all as it went down, didn't you?
Live on tv in living color
A play by play, moment by moment live action blockbuster
Briefly interrupted by talking heads, commercials for new drugs
And instant replays that you didn't exactly remember that way
Originally..............
Right?
And you told your friends or family or employers:
Something is very wrong with this picture!
This scenario is not as it appears...what's going on here?
'Cause in your gut, your spirit..........
You were seeing with other eyes and you knew.
Warning bells were going off, red flags were waving,
Your flesh was being "quickened" by discernment
And God was speaking in that still, small voice of His:
Pay attention, child,
The Adversary is trying to pull a fast one!
And he was and he did
And most of the world believed it
I mean, well, because, it was there on television, wasn't it?
It was right there! Live! They said so!
Newscasters didn't lie. Breaking news was real breaking news!
But remember how you always said:
Just wait till the Six O'Clock News!
The whole narrative will have changed!
They'll tell you what really happened
And they'll have proof of everything.
Including the perpetrator's life story,
His junior prom picture, gun collections started at age 8
Testimonies from his first grade teachers and neighbors
Plus his online Manifesto (they all have Manifestos)
And deleted Facebook friends.
You saw it all, didn't you? Live as it happened
Waco, Oklahoma City, The Boston bombing,
Columbine, Sandy Hook, 911 OMG, 911 !
Saw the planes, pancaked towers and there in the rubble:
The pristine I.D. card from one of the terrorists.
You tried to memorize every detail
Because you knew it'd be different soon
And it always was:
The details, the narrative, the suspects
The script.
Sometimes you even recognized
Some of the crisis actors from the last crisis enactment
Some of them had miraculously healed
And now sported new wounds in different places
But oh, my goodness! Few of them would ever qualify for an Oscar!
People would look at you in shock. "What fake tears? Have you no heart?!"
But you have a big heart. A big, loving heart for the truly broken
You're a writer, a poet, you write scripts, you've been on stage
You know the difference between fake and real,
Real life and Hollywood.
At least you think you do now
By reason of experience and exercising
Of your God-given senses
You know a counterfeit when you see one
You've encountered the devil a few times and he left in a rage.
I know this! I say: 2020 was the beginning of the End
2021: Agenda 21
The long awaited start of the old New World Order
The Plan of The Ages, the chaos, then order
The rise of the Phoenix from his Abyss of Ashes.
He smiles and winks. You got it! he says
The world's turning upside down and somebody's gotta run it!
No more conservative, Bible thumping believers!
No more archaic rules and regulations and intolerating idiots!!!
You can be who you were born to be and change it if you don't like it!
Wealth will be distributed equally and no one worthy will go hungry
Man will love his Fellow Man and Pride will be our banner
Guns will all be confiscated and no one will ever die
They've got a vaccine now for that, that will let you live forever
It's progress and you can't argue with progress.
Who are you, I ask, And why are you arguing with me?
I'm not arguing, he says, I'm agreeing with you on my own terms
I'm telling you what I know you think you know
And persuading you to look at things with fresh eyes, my eyes
For after all, I know much more than you do or think you do.
You're just trying to confuse me, I frown, You don't know me!
Of course I do! he smirks. I know all you conspiracy theorist lunatics!
(I made up the term, by the way. It's all encompassing, isn't it?)
Everything from UFOS to JFK to NANCY PELOSI! Man, don't you love that one?
Sometimes I just stand in front of the mirror and say her name over and over.)
A bunch of hard facts do not a conspiracy make, I say angrily
Truth is truth and the stranger it sounds, the truer it usually is!
You watched a lot of X Files growing up, didn't ya? he snarls
You mean that predictive programming show that the Illuminati used
To show us what was coming 'round the bend? Like "The Simpsons?" I snarl back
You know nothing of truth! he growls, You're an ignorant child!
Oh, yeah? I know that Albert Pike said in his beloved Freemason texts
That he and all his enlightened ones worshipped Lucifer
But the little lower class "master masons" were kept in the dark
And still led to believe they were serving God.
I know the difference between a flash bang and a bomb
I know the difference between real blood and movie blood,
I know the difference between a patriot and a traitor,
I know the difference between a politician and a demon....
No, wait. I think I'm almost positive I saw a real one once.
(Politician, that is, on Capitol Hill.)
(Or am I thinking of Jimmy Stewart in Mr Washington Goes to Washington?)
It's hard to distinguish virtual from reality sometimes
Which sounds like a contradiction of words. Shouldn't Virtual mean Real?
Or has it always meant Almost Real? Oh, I just don't know! I don't KNOW!
That's what I'm trying to tell you, he smiles, You can't do it anymore!
You don't even know who you're talking to! Do you?!
For all you know I'm just a Bluebeam Hologram standing here!
And so are you.
©by Voo Shining Stone
written sometime back
evidently in my sleep
but just found now.
wow
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