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We are able to deny or bizarrely overlook this abzurd and obscene waste of our national resources for destruction and against construction because we are not serious in our grokking or deep comprehension of our consciousnesses. We are namby-pamby, prissy, tut-tutty, norman-rockwelly about the violence and lusts we all covertly encompass so these forces get projected into the dear solid day world where they do physical harm, not just mental titillation or mental harm. We need CCE in this country – Complete Consciousness Education. The following fable is one step toward The Unveiling of our wider consciousness.
Evil Ain’t Always Bad
“This is a subject so difficult to talk about that my throat constricts as the words rise into the air. I who have lived with this knowledge for 23 years can hardly breathe to speak. Yes, I have come to tell you that what is evil ain’t always bad.” Belle Z. Babe spoke at the Tribunal as the lidless eyes of the Judges bore their fear, distaste, and fury like crossbows into her heart.
At once, in the dappled inner glade which was her refuge, Belle Z. turned ruefully to Oak, her friend with the bright dark amber eyes. Like herself, Oak was of the ancient druid line of star-seed who loved the home planet Earth with concentration and glee, diligence, devotion, and somersault joy. The druids knew there was more than one time line, a fact they playfully and reverently portrayed in their intricate and passionate Celtic knots. Lightning is a druid sign because druids zigzag between times.
While one thread of her experience had Belle Z. in a leg chain before a galactic Tribunal, in another co-chronos thread, in her glade, Oak put the back of his fingers to her cheek and suspended time with her. It was this ability to dwell in parallel and mobius time lines that gave those of druid blood their air of mystery to the single-sighted. Oak’s eyes were that dark amber struck by a shaft of sun. Not too far hidden under the surface of those lion’s eyes was merriment, mischief, and a daunting ability to concentrate. Oak shrugged, “We knew they weren’t going to like the wider truth being brought into the day light. Stay brave, Belle Z.”
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