Last Night's Dream ~ A True Dream...to add to my book, "Mars and Beyond "

This was a real life dream and I will incorporate it into my book...

I was at my folk's home in Alexandria, Virginia.

My body hurt from the work on my 1989 F150, and my broken back ached, neck hurt, please let me avoid the certain fusion so suggested, and my hands ached and were swollen...sleep was not at all coming easy on this night, and so I dreamt...deep dreams of exciting happenstance...could it be real ?

Was I just another military experiment as a civilian, an extension of my own Father's brilliant career...just like Gilbert...two West Point brats ???

I was a civilian soldier in this dream, and after some kind of mission, of which I could not remember, I was being given a physical, so I thought.

It is all still a bit of a blur, but as it comes back to me, it is as clear as a bell and my vision of these events is perfect...as if real.

How could "they" know me better then I knew myself, or did they ?

First, as I stood in line, a sexy nurse said Mr. Swygert...Mr. Swygert...and as I finally paid attention to tis beautiful distraction, I got a needle that injected me in my lip...real deep like novacaine at the dentist, but this was on the outside and it offered no pain relief.

Instead of taking me farther away, in my mind I knew clarity, but my body wandered further towards oblivion...however, I am of strong will and sharp wit and asked what this was and why they wanted to control me...

I was then taken from this line and brought into another room...several sexy nurses were there, as these beautiful women were thought to be my weakness...my distraction...

I was shot up in each arm several times...and the further my body betray me, the more my mind had clarity.

I at first purposely flirted with them each, pretending to be distracted and thanking them for their help which I needed..they were cordial but cold.

I asked them would I get a CD of my medical records and treatment from this day, as I was tired but knew I was feeling better...but under this guise I was hoping to find out what it was that was happening to me...why were they treating me like this ?

The more my body betrayed me the more clarity I had in my mind and vision. At the same time the more defiant the nurses, and then doctors became.

I could feel that I had knowledge that they did not understand, and the more drugs they injected the sharper I became above and beyond their with...I told them they were helping me, give me more...I can handle it and I am feeling better then ever...

I was more lucid and stronger then ever in every aspect.

I distinctly knew I was a Manchurian Candidate and that I must remember this when I awoke next...and so I am writing this now...perhaps this will be useful when I am off to Mars with Gilbert...

I recall this now, finally, half a day later as I record the addresses to send thank you cards to after my Mother's death...like a robot recording data for a future action...brainless and programmed.

What will happen next ?...

The genetic changes were happening at a quicker pace then ever, ad I was my own evolution...an experiment...but an exciting experiment...I could see all of the universe and knowledge was mine and abundant...but why did I not control my own destiny?...or did I now finally ?

Primordial Soup ~ Poetry / Lyric ~ MobiusTripz

a drop of water simple elements,
bound with life intent very relevant,
who else could design such elegance,
i suggest god with  his higher most diligence.

and furthermore life awash and adrift,
through the cosmos we search and sift,
we are special in which we live this rift,
and scoff to think it not a gift.

chromosones and dna a helicoil chain of life,
married amino acids a chemical bath our wife,
a programmed code not perfect with strife,
happenstance that can lift so high...

heaven...life, before the lift off so perfect,
angels watching over, living within, each so perfect,
chemistry, physics, science and mathematics so perfect,
why do we deny that which is perfect?

we are all perfect song in synchronicity,
vibrating as we change with longevity,
what i was once before i will always again so be,
each you all my family tree...

exploding in the cosmos in fast forward...
all a family of primordial cosmosial soup,
each from the same singularity,
look for differences no more...

we are and have always been and will always be one...

Division only illusion.

Vagabond Knight ~ Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

My heart is eclipsed in renewing love, no shadow of spirit shall ever again be cast, the Light it shines brighter then ever my beacon, Faith is eternal and forever forward will always last.

A sweet kiss goodbye on your forehead I sealed with my lips, and a promise I make unto thee, to further spread goodwill to men, while smashing misery.

I am from two families melded, with Knights as far back as time has always dripped, and from the sweetest chalice, my soul so blessed has always sipped.

Somewhere before I knew myself, I knew a million years before, I have a calling of great depth and honor, it is the nucleus of my core.

I have walked every road up and back again, and appeared a wretch at times, and watched every single action around me, even when under the weather of the wine.

Duty is reporting back what it is I have found, and sharing with the brilliant minds what matters, when most others carelessly run away, and in fear panic and scatter.

Honor cannot claim but other I know close certainly have, but soon I know I will see it and have it once again in my grasp.

Country is what I love, and it is another reason I live, to protect freedom and promote promise, for so many others to share the promise of this gift.

I judge not, lest be judged, for you do not know quite who I am, but I will say for certain, four horsemen are a riding, as I watch over this land.

Who Am I ?

Just another Vagabond Knight...

Slipping Away ~ Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

The last sun sets never to rise again,
retinal images fade away into dusk,
last breath drawn under ashen skin,
into the after life we each shall be so thrust.

Spirit which now rises so easily and light,
beauty and youth now renewed sweet genesis,
never a sweeter angel then my Mother has flown,
when today I gave her my last goodbye kiss.

Shakespeare born and passed this day too,
an artists farewell always right on cue,
with every element so offered in life perfectly illustrated,
like so many slings and arrows... always true.

I bid you adieu my sweet beloved Mother dear,
and through so many you still always shall live,
your art you shared and lives so touched, your family,
perfection multi-faceted many masterpieces... your gift.

...and this day and forward I celebrate your life in strength,
until my sun sets too...
and on my day as with others in time,
I'll be back by your side with you.

The Lap of Luxury ~ MobiusTripz ~ Lyric / Poetry

The lap of luxury... all too oft the devil in disguise !!!,
... deceive he will with his timely lies,
all the various ways he tries,
the illness taken a slow demise.

Michael Ruppert, Losing a Friend and an Inspiration ~ MobiusTripz

I am at a loss of words after losing my friend Michael C. Ruppert over the weekend.

Michael was a great leader and I hope many will fill the void of leadership left by his absence in his passing.

This is proving to be a tough start to the beginning of the new year.

This documentary he made is eye opening, and is a must see for the open minded.

Michael, like myself, was a lover of music. There is great inner peace in music and I was happy to share with him a few poems and songs during our few short years of communication. This picture is just like I would imagine Michael, and I hope he is at this peace now today, God Bless his soul.

May you rest in peace my brother Michael.

So those are a few personal thoughts on a quick note to a great man and friend, and herein enclosed you will find some great links to some of his work and some pictures in order to celebrate his brilliant life.

Here is a link for "Collapse" you may watch for free.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeufX6S-Q_s&feature=youtube_gdata_player

...or if you have Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Collapse-Michael-Ruppert/dp/B0040IO4LY

I am going to take a few photos and add more as I find them of this great man. He is the thing that legends are made of. He was inspiring in a way only Michael could be, and for those that new him, spoke to him, studied him, well, they will certainly understand.

Michael's first work that I watched was "Collapse", and it was an eye opening documentary about the paradigm of oil (petroleum) collapsing after we reach (which we have) "peak oil".

Collapse - Michael Ruppert - A must movie for the future

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeufX6S-Q_s&feature=youtube_gdata_player

The eye opening facts divulged therein cannot help but to make one think deeper and look forward to solving the current economic and climate crisis we are indeed in the midst of.

Here is another controversial look into his mind, but with his brilliance, I always know I must keep an open mind about any situation until the facts are truly fully gathered and further examined, as he was a great researcher and investigator.

9/11 - Mike Ruppert - The Truth And Lies Of 911 -(Full length)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQR2z4YCzDw

It was his work and others that made me think deeply and write a lot about this topic myself, but more importantly look deeper within myself for answers.

Here is even another example of his dedication, his site "From the Wilderness":

http://www.fromthewilderness.com/index.html

I was published at The United States Department of Energy in October of 2010, and a lot of what I wrote may not be to his personal exact liking, however he did somehow further inspire this from me.

He enjoyed folks that spoke the truth, our "scout" that he was, and he wanted others to lead through peace and education and sharing solutions that we could all contribute too so that we will have a better future, and not for us, but for the coming generations.

I studied police science and he was a former L.A.P.D. officer, and he had written and done documentaries which have inspired me to follow the same path which I will do in due time. He has written much and studied more and i just wanted to say a few words here and will add to this time permitting and as more information comes forth.

He also broadcast a brilliant radio show with many great people often appearing, such as Guy McPherson, Abby Martin of RT, etc., and here is a link to that show where you may listen to archived episodes.

http://prn.fm/tag/michael-c-ruppert/

http://prn.fm/category/archives/lifeboat-hour/

He, apparently, committed suicide on Sunday shortly after his last radio show. His pain was deep, as it is in many of us, and it was his time to depart.

So herein, I will be posting pictures and links to his work so you, the reader, may study and share his vision and decide for yourself what path it is you may desire to take.

Rest in peace Brother Michael, you are sorely missed.  

Lastly,

Thinking deep thoughts in your memory dear friend and celebrating your very distinguished and dedicated life to truth and freedom, unity and peace, logic and justice...and so much more.

I think this picture says it best and it is from the photo albums herein...it is simply eloquent and looks like the finer days the lay ahead for us all.

You were always the lead scout, and in our hearts will always remain that way, to you friend, each our own with deep love ... a brilliant life not wasted.

Your life we celebrate today and onward, dear scout.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Ruppert

OTHER PERTINENT LINKS:

Apocalypse, Man: World`s End According To Michael C. Ruppert

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAaafWfSnUI&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Former LA Police Officer Mike Ruppert Confronts CIA Director John

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UT5MY3C86bk

9/11 Omission Hearings - Michael Ruppert On Dick Cheney - 9/9/200

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5voCxZSwzCM

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NEWS ARTICLES:

http://worldnewstrust.com/michael-ruppert-kills-self

A Pallete of Colors ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

home sick and sick at home,
losing Mom so all alone,
an emptiness never known,
mental chicken coop ive flown

opus loco all over again,
who is enemy and who is friend,
dare i give a hand to lend,
not like the birch do i bend

crying blood red tears
hurting in deep fear
a pain that truly seers
never quelled not enough beer

i ache from within inside out,
i scream so loud my dying shout,
this life sometimes seems a rout,
goddamed alcohol drugs and gout

goddamn me all the way to hell,
this is the story sometimes i may tell,
turn away never listen while my soul i sell,
for whom does the fukkin' toll bell???

backwards fading fast,
whitened face so death aghast,
not much more will i last,
fire in the lake im cast...

uttering words from mind to paper,
kick his ass that fukkin' reaper,
angry and hurt selfish sick creeper,
running away pain deeper and deeper.

spinning and madness in the midst of the still,
ive already been up this tired ass hill,
never helped to swallow more pills,
what we think helps too often kills

playing with this game called life,
art made through miserable strife,
cuts the soul deeper then a sharp edged knife,
a pallet and colors this life goodnight... 

balance...balance...balance

where is the balance