Fare #1: Introduction To The Ride

by Paul Reveere

…okay. Today I’ve decided to share some of my thoughts about the very awkward contemporary scenarios that have been simultaneously happening all thorough the world – and what are me personal fears upon most of the possible, plausible crossroads ahead. I tend nay to do it quite often, as I think that sometimes my means of expressing meself in English mayhap lead to a kinda clumsy text. But hey, let’s go.

Let’s ride.

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(Don’t forget to check all links along the reading – they open on new tabs. Their sources help to best illustrate what I wath to share with you all. Peace on Earth, people. Learn to read between the lines)
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Whilst we hop in this fare on, alongside, please do allow me to turn our TAXI’s radio on. I promise that I be changing radiostations alongtime.

#1 – Koyaanisqatsi

Hop in the cab, whilst I tell Ye some of the wrongedland we’re about to ride thorough. It is nay bright. ‘Tis dark and tends to turn macabre.

The road ahead seems dark and somber; the paths, slicky and among whitethick myst. About the road, incrusted inwith mountains atop, toxic rains befall upon our track; scorching weathers had droughten all soils aleft; awkward tremors and sounds are now heard all around the Globe; bare wastelands do lay their sore carcasses of flourishing nothingness across the entire crust that be perceived afar the Horizont – albeit be the whole landscape nay deprived of pulsing, yet dormant Life.

There live goats and sheeple, grazing still. So much are still in deep slumber. ‘Tis but time to get awaken.

Mother Nature struggles to survive upon Her very Land, as there be a such antique plague which had installed itself upon Her board – but nay since Her birth. Such were befallen from the Sky about a deep, deep Eon ago – and so much a list of the ancient fragments which we have already stumbled upon did try to tell Ye all of this road.

But Nay – Ye heard Nay of all the warnings, and visits, mayhap due to yer deep slumber.

And, as soon as they had arrived, there thus had also begun its pandemic infection upon Mother Nature: in such a frantic frenzy, this illness achieved to be omnipresent within the Earth, having awkward stone cages as their dwellings.

Bare, sterile vessels. Once that the Sun had yet naÿven arisen, theyr activities commence.

Before daylight struggles to shine thorough the illthick air, there be the Virus. Masoned by It, all infected sheeple begin to move and act according to theyr grandmasters’ wishes.

To serve all goats that be alive, as such Virus relies on this vessel to procreate and proliferate within sheeple vessels. Once infected, the sheep will go to wherever the Virus commands them to; will then massively moving themselves in such an artificial pattern of habits and practises and fashions – absolutelly alien to theyr natural, dormantkept behaviour.

Many feel tired; stressed; depressed because of such treat – but ther dare nay to disobey. They simply proceed into smiling; deceiving; consuming. This is the real, bare truth.

Theyr lifes, hear Ye!, are as sterile as theyr masters’ desires want so.

Unaware of such parasitism of an entire, plural flock of still too many sheeple, many persist on replicating such behaviours – in a unfruitful pathway that leads to naught but vanity and perpetual submission – and yet even more: sprinkled by artificially implanted struggles among Ye sheeple, so that Ye all incline to seceed from the other beings.

Thus leading all Life to a spiral of eternal, sterile experience of artificialness in order to fulfill mere material, mercantile necessities of the vesselbeing, so that such slumber of consciousness among all beings and around theyr environments perpetuate.

That is, untill there be more sheeple awaken. The answer, mayhap it be coming within upwards.

Until then, all existence of all Ye sheeple be doomed as to be assembled upon the Earth’s plate as if Ye be but mere components of a giant, round circuit board.

If that be so, then also be our thoughts the agent eletrons of such core.

It is now but time to have a rest and stop alongside this next crossroad – inwhich one of the pathways would lead Ye to gravitons, matter and gravity force: allegedly modern, yet ancient concepts and practises which were verily mastered by the ancient peoples and tribes who inhabited the planet.

There be also the Sun, and how Its mechanics DO affect Life and Its wellfare. But this, let be at another time.

Now, let us come back to fantasy.

#2 Fantasia

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