“There is always psychological influence, there’s nothing new about that. All governments, all religions have used it throughout history. The point is that now the means of control are much more efficient. We have computers. We have populations exposed to exactly the same images and words, millions of people every day. So the opportunities to control are much more potent now than they have ever been".
William S. Burroughs

★

The Microchip Factory

I entered - Fortunately I was rendered invisible so I could see without being seen-

There were hundreds of computers in lines, 
In a large warehouse
All white, walls and uniforms
Workers busy entering in long lines of noughts and ones
Encoded they be into infinitesimal microchips
All black with wires and synapsis
Artificial conditioning

The bells ring
All workers stand in line
Receiving orders from above
For infinite coding of noughts, and more noughts and ones

Microchips shipped away
To a land of dark lies interfaces
and cheap love drives
...Substitutes for human hearts

A Mind-Machine factory

Veterans of the Psychic Wars ★ Psychotronic Warfare

     
















Corresponding waves tying mind responses
Moves become predictable as
Triggered by psychotronic art

The human using therefore
His strength to stand upright
And act normal as
Psychotronic waves
Make his mind work hard

He’s too busy with natural fuctions
Prevented by sounds and pulses and lights
-though he cannot tell-
And mind gets used a third or a quarter
Only
Leaving the regents and kings
Sleep in peace. Quietly plotting
Tomorrow's world in their dream
As man can no longer be
Agent of his own mean

Psychotronics leave him asleep

Psychotronic wars meet financial needs

Mental warfare for One's means

No response -he cannot see-
And man in haze, half hypnotized
Walks the streets
EmptY
Of mind and soul
By psychotronic means
Blinded by the lights
HELD TIGHT
This is psychotronic war and mind warfare
 Can you hear me?

REMEMBER: This is a WORK OF FICTION, but its message must be clear: 
★  use your mind before someone else uses it! ★

Will O’ the Wisp

One evening
I was sitting on a steep hill
Not far from the wishing well
My back leaning on the bark of an old oak tree

My eyes were dancing
Atttempting to follow
The swirl of an angry firefly
The little spot
Suddenly flew towards the moon
Also brightly lit
Challenging my eyes to a race
Up towards the white crescented satellite

The ol’ moon caught me
I was unable to look away
My body went all rigid and then shaky
A chill up and down my spine running
The ol’ moon said something
Of which to this day I cannot speak
And the firefly vanished in the dark

I finally got up
Still in shock, sweating heavy
But what the bright moon said to me
That night on the hill steep
I cannot say

Dear friend,
Of it I cannot speak
But the firefly knew what it was doing
I swear it did!

Paraffenomenon

BELIEVE !

In the province of the mind there are no limitations


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LOVEDRIVE (File X-N.3)

Strange…

Everybody in this land

Feeds on sugar and candy
(Unlike me)

True relief will come from LOVE, drives and Spirit.

‘Been walking many roads

Hands in pockets mostly

The gold and riches

Of this Earth will never free

But Love drives
And Light feeds

THERE WAS A HUMMING. A PURPLE LIGHT BRIEFLY

Strange…

The thousands sit on their chairs

Facing their dark screens flickering
Unlike me

A brief thought of freedom, hazy,

of Faith, Love and…

Charity (Remember these?)

Ozzy Osbourne‘s Goodbye to Romance in the background

Lovedrive for a second

Some get up suddenly

And start walkin’away
from hypnotics and psionic beams
Control-Mind-Machine

Love Drives

May the One Light set you free

Love drives and Light feeds

All the slaves in the whol’ wide world...

BELIEVE

♣ LOVE

Your mind is the mean

Chronology

Remember that the first post is at the bottom of the last page. 
In order to follow the story correctly you should read the posts from the bottom of the last page upwards… Just reminding you…

♁☯✝☆

LOVE

EVOLVE

LIVE

BELIEVE

♁

The Golem

I was a manikin of bones and flesh, 
Automated expression of other people's needs. 
I was a silent puppet of a Lord with no mercy. 
Slave. Soldier of a ruthless king. 
I was a human robot, walking the streets empty, hypnotized. 
Evil Lords looking over me.

I escaped. 
I was for a while living hidden in a little shed at the back of your house. 
Observing you secretly each day, 
Envying your humanness
Jealous of your normality. 

Then I fell on my knees, begging for help. 

And the Light came down, surrounding me 

Now, I live on the other side. 
Free. 
My mind awoken by the One Great Puppeteer. 
I serve the Almighty. 
Its Word and Breath now move through me 

May Your Will become my will. 
May Your Light enlighten me. 
Daily.

I serve God and I am free!

In the mystical jewish folklore, the golem is an animated artificial being created from mud and made alive by the magical use of the hebrew alphabet. It is, in many ways the ancestor of Mary Shelley's famous creature of Frankenstein.

333

★

I surely know that
Truth must ever be known
As Truth alights, and Light is good.

I swear on planet Earth 
And on Thin Lizzy
That I will always let Light in
As Light is good
And it reveals
So, May Light shine in
Always
In your way

I have 333 candles 
And just one match to light them all
Yet, So many secrets to reveal
And just one to convince
      YOU

★


I step inside. The door closes behind me. A large ball of light enters my chest. 

Fundamental Beat

I woke up the next day, rested and refreshed. 
In the haze of my waking I could remember  the strange figure of a woman that had been shown to me in dream. 
I looked around, hoping to see a sign.
I was at the edge of a deep forest. The murmur of a stream, the birds singing and the warm sun evoked my newfound freedom. 
I smiled at the thought of my liberation from the thick walls of the sordid MK Clinic.
"You have freed me, O Lord, what shall I do to please you?"
As I raised my eyes in prayer, the ball of light appeared again right above my head. 
It had turned blue and increased in size
I could make out a swirling eye in its center. 
It radiated heat as well as light
A cross of gold miraculously appeared. Then Disappeared.

I got up on my feet and once again followed the pulsating ball of light
It was whizzing through the air at a speed comparable to my walking
So I had no trouble following it.

After several hours of pursuit I reached a rocky fountain at the edge of a small town. 
It was in the shape of a woman, soft and curvy,  pouring water out of a large silvery shell in her hands. 
The statue looked exactly like the lady I had seen in dream. 
I thanked God and drunk profusely from the fountain.
I felt like I was born again.

Suddenly a large pair of metallic wings grew out of my back, tearing my skin without causing me any pain. 
I was swept off my feet and spiralled upwards towards the Heavens at an enormous speed.
Unable to control the wings I lost consciousness as I was flying aimlessly among the lavender scented clouds.
I called onto the Light to save me.

(to be continued)