Tuesday, November 13, 2012

RE: Crash test dummy case post mortem evidence.

The light at the end of the tunnel is a train coming toward you at light speed to come and carry us away to a kingdom that cannot be ruined. Be patient, be sure to carry enough oil, one does not want the lamp to grow dim. The eye is the lamp of the body, it has not gone out yet, since the way of love persists. We use train in the sense of practice, coach in the sense of teaching, rail in the sense of path or way, time as a one way street event to witness common to all perceivers as knowledge, not belief for just some, but all members of earthly family of mankind's society. Contrary to popular opinion, God whose name is Hawah or Haway dependant on dialectical pronunciation, shibboleth or sibboleth of southern and northern Hebrew, is the Father of Jesus, not Jesus who is but the gatekeeper, the ticket master for want of a better word who alone can grant his sheep access to the pen upon the train, collect the ticket from him in person, paid for by him, with his tears, his sweat and his blood. Ransom paid by him in person, to collect the children from their kidnappers. On time, in full and to specifications so as to not be late for an appointment, lights, camera and action, simple as a desire to be on board. All law distilled into the essences of do for others as you would want them to do for you, so like birds there are no more national border patrols, no more need for them at all, so much for the justices of the peace in everyday legal eagle systems, good bye to bad rubbish.

One imagines the caboose or mail or guard van as the last carriage on the train where the train guard says, all aboard and waves the driver on, huff n' puff n' stuff on to go, forward he cried from the rear and the front rank cried not died. Then off he goes inside to sort the mail before the next station stop. That is the process, the procession that contains the actions of and for and on behalf of all actors in this here earthly domain as theatre spectacular, patiently waiting for the return of the king, who will bring to ruin those who ruin the earth. One can hear the train long before one can see it in the calm cool air of the morning before the bird song Magpies, then perchance Kookaburras in the old gum tree opening up the morning chorus to free the air. Yes at a time when most are fast asleep and they have no idea what they are missing out on. One can hear the all aboard, the hissing of the great engine that drives the train along. The screams of excitement of the little children who have waiting for so long for a place where they can find a home, a place where they feel secure and safe, free from threats from hurt and harm by the robber Barron's called the landlords and their partners in crime the po-lice and bailiffs of the Babylonian High Judicial Proceedings Courts. Which one of you is game to take them head on as a crash test dummy test case to test their limits of endurance with that evil system that is so slow at putting into action: true justice?


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