From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com> Date: Sat, 09 Jan 1999 06:35:54 -0600 Fwd Date: Sat, 09 Jan 1999 15:53:28 -0500 Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #288 Apology to MW #288 (For January 9, 1999) We're at the whim of sullen monsters, churlish agents, provocateurs. We're teased by charming charlatans, men in black, and crooked jurors. Art and Jeff will give them airtime and the dust is quickly raised! It's soon we're all insensible, standing rigid, stunned and dazed. And once again the truth is lost; it wanders in the fray. And once again a fog is loosed in which we're all betrayed. And once again our steps are backward, and we're hamstrung and delayed while a jealous few make profit for _mistakes_ that they have made. And a *magic* surely lingers in their sullen slight of hand -- the *magic* that exists beyond the science they command. The *magic* of that two percent that changes all the rules. The *magic* that's not copped to in disgraceful, low rent schools. The *magic* that displays itself for free in all our skies; the *magic* that betrays the man and all his skillful lies. The *magic* of autonomy. The *magic* of release! The *magic* of our future yawning vast -- without surcease. The skeptibunky crowd delights in frauds of woo-woo light that strengthen the positions of their science, and its worshipped might. All is right with them, then, and their castles built of air can be left to churlish offspring who are standing, idly, there. The true believers -- disenfranchised from the skeptibunky hoards, look beyond the hopeless pale to a time they can _afford_. They're used up in that reaching for a brass ring, they are told, is the object of *true* happiness: a car, a home -- some fold. Seeing UFO's is silly; that's a dangerous kind of thing. You're crazy if you need them -- to believe some hope they bring. That there's more to mean existence than to toil endlessly? That there's more to simple living than to struggle needlessly? That there's more to life than working so a _few_ can rape the sky just to squander all the bounty they can tuck away, connive? It's tied up with our USELESS schools. They're designed to keep us stupid. It's tied to population -- from the masses starved and ruthless. The man won't have *sane* birth control when it's _excess_ that's the flavor of manipulated mechanisms controlling what he favors! The man can take your hopes and dreams to choose from what he has. He won't be, first, respectful -- he won't _care_ that you've been had. It's all about control, you see, and secrets _keep_ control. It says he'll be reluctant giving up on what he holds. It's why he makes ridiculous all the lights that haunt the skies. Those lights imply that he is _passed_, his system now deposed -- despised. So damn you charmless agents, and go to hell (!) provocateurs. Go back, you sullen monsters, to the cells you have procured. Eat spit you charming charlatans, crooked jurors, men in black. A little harder now to fool we've found the deck was surly stacked! Art and Jeff will give you air time, so you hoist your own petard. Be careful what your saying, or get smoked -- a cheap cigar. Your ethics and your morals will be held as well to you. And, _no_ more double standards to corrode our will -- just truth. Lehmberg@snowhill.com A depression stems from the fact that it is so difficult to tell the monsters, charlatans, provocateurs, crooked jurors, and men in black from the genuine illuminati <g>. Finally, I come to the conclusion that the genuine illuminati must be very rare <g>, though all I have to do to be _personally_ convinced of their existence is to look deeply into a clear night sky. I can't fault the facilitator, the brave individual that provides a forum for the enigmatic questions that should compel each and every one of us. Errol, Jeff, Laura, and Art et. al. are people that provide a journalistic treatment of these issues, flatly, not found anywhere else in the world. The others laugh up their sleeves, lack the stones to ask the tough questions, or openly sneer at what these folks serve up as daily fare. Frankly, I'd love to be where these people are, doing what they do, seeing what they see . . . hearing what they hear, and then I realize that, through them, to a large extent, that is _exactly_ what I'm doing! I am compelled to a respect and an appreciation for that. If it's subsequently discovered that they're just selling terror to juice the sales of wind-up radios -- well, I'll remember _I_ was brave enough to ask, look, and finally, do some critical thinking on my own. I'm not buying in, per say -- but I'm reading the hell out of the anomalous prospectus, as there is _something_ going on that is not _sold_ in our rigidly controlled and *mainstream* church, press, or government. Restore John Ford! -- Explore the Alien View! Ponder the Wit & Wisdom of Ching Chow! http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/arecibo/46/ <Updated 8 January> John Ford Restoration Fund -- Send your checks and money orders to _me_, Alfred Lehmberg (cut out the lawyers, they got their's) at: 304 Melbourne Drive, Enterprise AL, 36330. Strict records kept. "Only thin, _very light_ envelopes with a return address will be accepted <g>." ~~~ $225.00 pledged -- $125.00 collected ~~~ "I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, while burning at the fundamentalist's stake.
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