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As an Artist, I like Poetry, Writeing, Music, and Grigori E. Rasputin based Mesmerism, I use my experiences and challenges as a recovery template. I come from a beginning being instutionalized in a Texas Prison at 19 years of age and ending with The highest Achedemic Honors availed as a near graduate, B.S. in Sociology. Seven Hours is my educational goal not stalemate and have been considered mentally disabled, I feel grounded and stable with a diagnosis conducive to an allotment of psychopharmoligical regeme. When my meds are stolen you can tell by my writings I wouls art least like to think. Having my freedom tenured since September of 1998, I am a transformed individual with my head above water and know not to misuse the treatment induced boyancy effect I now guard and hide, it is like my polestar.

I seek to find meaning in art visuals and have the opportunity now to do that. These modes of communication are thus my responsibility, so I choose to give these presentations high regard and will not compromise.

At this stage of my life I find myself curable from a once-terminal liver disease. In one year I hope to have excellent health!

I participate with society by using art as a tool to create a level of artistic influence and wish to express in the apprise of Social Health.

Using digital technology and traditional hand drawn visuals, I mix the media to create a visual platform that prompts the mind into lable seeking, and to some this process ever changes. Ideally, it helps overcome blockages and repression. This does not occur as we generally define accessing association-ability. Only fleeting near difinitions occur until the mind is quieted.

Now, a new birth is potentiated, one unforseen by patrons. Every work of art has the unique quality to extrapolate emotional responces, thus art has its universal appeal. It carries the torch of cross-cultural harmony, peace, and the manifestation of joy. Human kindness and compassion are the kindred fruitions I anchor my hope in.

As I process artistic manifestation the left and the right merge, if only for a moment it is every moment. The circular and the linear greet each other to offer another kind of gravity, one born where the east meets the west the best, in the center, the midst.

Having intent when I create through what ever media is at hand I seek to discover unique yet universal truths.

That said, the floor is open for opportune navigations juxtoposing the enhancement of life with engaging social innovation via every path of least resistance. Art is thus a force for human advancement.

Wordy Ways, fun with words...

Often and Again when came unto myself Again, self-willed with my pompous sneaker keepers, I, like many at another mockery mask ask: WHY? ...facing cliff-hangers reading red-letter headstones trapped by ten speaker troops flipping penny popping well read minds clipped so soon slows calling rise up falling, bringing ships felled so fonder founders offer fortunate folly for another felt delta rearrangement stamped with these un-drying letters: WARNING! Un-misled! so carry Ozone Airlines! flown to be known already now sown facing forged felony capitality moans found bought all around forming what-nots, feigning FIVE LIFETIMES, distracting me-centricity ego snaps, saying loudly: "Together We Win Win!" in pang pings so go quickly and ask Jester of the Stereo Singing Quiz to OFF this single moon redness stage and now offer plug and play media mania formed of reality points as a full ebb and flow fools misled hands often and again.

Fearful wills may lawlessly space-out quip-loaders, but hearing ears ring to bring introductive definitive steering instruction lines, now all rolled out in lung tongues, rhyming flash-point-like hints at privy things. Often and again obtuse in absolutes. See them lined-up in spaces timed-out turning left right leaving a sometimes very wobbly 'y' stalemated. Utter body-language stances at high-ended blending winds, waking walking words, so do glance lined up way up like many moons bringing red-tide revision boons sounding click slipping tock ticks rocketing crooked looks straight-faced laughing but thinking of sinkholes. So do soon sing in catatonic clang cling for books and babbling brooks. Bring swords to at last lose this near-black-hole word lord refuge, inspect drinking flasks, teach the senders fling flung address guesses by non-monsoons messes noting not to old to tell told: "Do not look back!" And be soundless undone by doings defaulted done. Nothing is notorious when we one broke gazes by peat and repete of wonder re-voted availing EVERONE'S TRIAL as unneeded thus thrown out in poly-jeopardy loopholes just like many who revolted with utterless speech peace talk aggregates akin to in Dim Drim its a win-win! WE market solid bangs asking often and again for these Unhidden-ID-en-isms hearing wedlock boozers use vista visions newly seeing you truely giving to gave bravely granting divers well-painted roses in a win-win digital Pi definitive deviners arriving by spotlisters less sly drive-by guesses already eve- all-about checking our slow sleepers laying low without not witin one-ton dotted endings ascending letting go blending tazers away from WE again awakened talking in dream spokes again often giving letter crest lessons spiking king graces boosted asking if WE DID IT FREE? Special entered misled intent seeing saw sought UNCAUGHT like stillness bliss kissing stone-like riddles rightly tonight before midnight placeds did it in another out above the perfect center bindings less solo sighted kind kings singing soon la la lucid guests behind the sceens seeing clearly that justice is just us unbent first the then rose rise ra ra re-lettering crazy as craze dismissing secret keys calling this single-moon third rocking war world Our World. No more pro-solo searchs ~ism ~ing under catazone stones slung sling seeing upward without Threshold Dialogue pings find do re me keys all the while landing works within safety walls unwounded heads agreed in finding fond words waking this transparent mystery reworded heard hearing then make swords un-swung up-righted forming united release thinking ray ways in thirsty tidbits throughout every path of least resistance easily chinning-up telling told to un-rob gold boldly reaching days beyond non-metal combustion rays as a round messa quest quelled echo calling wall days all about obeying okay saying "Get un-asunder Thinking Ray Ways thundering replay days quickly reaping Sunset Trip reasons uncolored red really read right un-divided door kicking sting now in stung up strings said in nanosecond sleeping bed day dreaming heads twenty-four hours clicking time un-tilted clocks from seasons to sneak broken seal voices in joy making treasons un-wobbly willing away washing clean our every un-timid wish returning laughter pallaces if cheap singing beyond misled pimped out WAY OUT PHONICS offering everywhere a now here overflowing stream river giving ocean themes to deliver filled with stolen seal voices but like un-bitter tea and even better ascended unwounded Often and Again so we see nothing less than the best in every other another brother.

Often when came unto myself Again, self-willed with my pompous sneaker keepers, I, like many at another mockery mask ask: WHY? ...facing cliff-hangers reading red-letter headstones trapped by ten speaker troops flipping penny popping fed up minds clipped so slowly calling rising falling bringing ships felled so fonder flounder offer fortunate folly for another felt delta rearrangement stamped with these un-drying letters: WARNING! Un-misled so carry Ozone Airlines! flown to be known already now sown facing forged felony liability moans found bought all around forming whatnots feigning fines FIVE LIFETIMES distracting me-centricities snaps in pings so go ask Jester of Stereo Singing Quiz to ON or OFF this single moon redness offering plug and play media mania for reality points to such a full ebb and flow fooling misled hands often and again fearful of wills lawlessly spaced-out as quip-loaders hearing ears ring introducing definitive steering instruction locus rungs in rhymes flashing point-like hints at privy things obtuse in absolutes lined-up in spaces timed-out turning left right leaving a sometimes very wobbly 'y' stalemated uttering body-language stances at high-ended blending winds waking walking word glances lined up way up like many moons bringing red-tide revision boons sounding sick slipping tock ticks rocketing crooked looks straight-faced laughs thinking sinkholes spring catatonic book brooks bringing black-hole word inspector flasks teaching fling flung address guesses told do not look back soundless undone by doings defaulted done noting one broken gaze re-voted availing EVERONE'S TRIAL thrown out in poly-jeopardy loopholes just liking many revolted speech aggregates in WE marketing solid pangs asking often and again these unhidden-ID-en-isms hearing wedlock vista visions granting well-painted roses in a win-win digital Pi definitive spot list less sly checking our slow sleepers laying low without not one dotted ending ascending letting go blending WE again awakened talking in dream spokes again often giving letter crest lessons spiking king graces boosted asking if WE DID IT FREE? entered intent seeing saw sought UNCAUGHT like stillness bliss kissing stone-like riddles rightly tonight placed above the perfect center bindings less solo sighting lucid guests seeing clearly that justice is just us unbent first then re-lettering crazy as craze dismissing secret keys calling this single-moon third rocking war world our world searching under catazone stones slung upward without Threshold Dialogue Fees all the while landing works within unwounded deeds agreed in finding fond words waking this transparent mystery reworded heard hearing then make swords un-swung up-righted forming united release thinking ray ways in thirsty tidbits throughout every path of least resistance easily chinning-up telling told to un-rob gold boldly reaching days beyond non-metal combustion razes all about obeying okay un-asunder thundering replay days quickly reaping Sunset Trip reasons uncolored red really read right un-dividing nanoseconds twenty-four hours clicking time un-tilted from seasons to sneak broken seal voices in joy making un-wobbly washing clean our every un-timid wish returning laughter palaces cheap singing beyond misled pimped out WAY OUT PHONICS offering everywhere a now here overflowing stream river giving ocean themes to deliver filled with golden seal choices not unlike un-bitter tea but better ascended unwounded unlettered like choices... Often and Again we see nothing less than the best in every other another brother.

In imPress Testing destination Control Unhidden-Id-en-isms test Best way WoW directs undone drama stores with power outage Roots drinking deeper in sleeping Cell keepers shown surely in every omni-why-way how the dido-floor market bomb-diggedy Security adjusted well about loosely between dots and spaces right dearly in the top of each middle floated arisen already now in byblitz noons like all rolled out on plane paper floors just being you falling upward like e-mails unfelled doing really real seal renting just like a stereo singing quiz enjoying dim trim shores where pilgrims pocketed reverbs in thirded cooling words writing win in window walking waking thinking blinking as turtle hand wishes reached water chop beaches in undismissed pleasure because ur upward that is before I am ~isms thunder red letter spoke tones within the last of false fictions like logical non-sense but well deprived yep *born* from the same two sisters misters I admit in ambience dido noticing reveal produce of rice prices then stolen seal voices from key ressurection tower above dividing station this so clap iden-i hand-i slay slow strings with dream morrow sings... I wish you your best this here now To be >The High Road< known Boom twice in grooming suits framing rubber tongue thrift throws getting more spoke bones laughing but still lifted next after a rooming quiz said sos ing~isms paid story... Affirm as ever-now loosened in open octives inside dissonate pride peanut cell pockets renting dreams in catazone ~isms liking the ~ing as roots drank deeper ask sleeping cell keeper calling walls echoing vision falling force centering balls n an n spin outward from the absolute time location non-linear revocation of this third rock attempt to be less than best lost test divided unrest protest for a maniacal better web letter forged to fulfill vanity as Another delusion falls short of being oil spilled crime waves boosting on governmental psychosis media emotive grandiousity AGAIN! So I asked myself >>self, Self!, SELF!!! But then again Paul ate the rest of the story before Major Tom began to tap restless knowing fully well to capacitate the downloading of EVERYTHINK but Himself pending a strife worth of Donnor Party Parts risen in reverb rift driftings like jelly fish birds calling the swoosh a lovely ride because you ARE You!!! asked often in rerun overdrives Unmasking resonate voices before stolen seal choices flash this point before hollow point plunder closed off the survival storage system bending destiny control to simply and only smell bubbly shoe souls getting us all one common law page because same judicial system has outlawed common law regardless of smoke house hemp paper writers and midnight to morning hiders to decide a best way to delay today tooted in wheel barrow trips before Ben Franklin was seen drunk in the morning AGAIN. You gotta admit "Its a tough beat but somebodys gotta do it!" so only in the mode of mighty awakened >WE< unsilent spelling spent money before generousity has freedom empact in perfect noons as all are forgiven of wish want and why billing profit boons sos me so >WE< enter the new currency and no one will get hurt...only >Fourth Party--We the People< pass when wall began a >Magical Pass< where letting go releases gives in numeric rhymes for a constant mode of more continous trying... The how and what are becoming abundant as >a new day dawning< within the without of the >mind map maze< as EZ as AZ! Together is a >dot< orchestrating betabet reception spots walking waking seeing >Being< the sown zone the new ear tone forgetting >before is was I Am< ~isms letting Troll pay e power outages in Open box lettering loops legally kidnaped for victumless crime agenda blowing minds like me in once a day automotistic havings seeing every shoulder boulder grasping only what was spent to you as every-omni-why-way resisted seeds sown remembering answer >wobbly >W/M< before this second why keenly collective calling coming forth now through every path of least resistance is but defined in unmeasurable precision like another metalic voice resonance in vectors kindly pricking misled alphabet owner corner pocket third keepers swaying not left nor right but in the third party tonight to Never grasp to possess but giving for those with whom your life is set sown enliven as if a ring so loosened alit reformed company freedom cultural links as common law non-agenda peaks the water seeking da da tease freeze please... The current of >destination control< forms forming beyond all wish want and why waze to shine out a truth we cannot not be in becoming the last first as to lift >White Shadow Resonance< known now never ~there nor then of dreams Undusted still shining the full I~ism ams alive in art parts We are so lifted like echo visions faLLING UP mergING above dividing station microwave mode means without measures alive in jive to BE We Live in this bliss >before raham was< an all eye resting ground listed ~ism crew knew~ism third rock< locking station due be undone as an unmediated drama drifting one Son CLEAR LIKE FROM JUST ONE well lighted beside betabone media bit tones found in unlisted songs relating formS less by REVERSE VICTUM LAWS< played in >byblitz noons< yessing the pressing ~ism<<>> dawning known now no~ism true through seeing soNGS find seekER like St Francis suggested...speakER -Greg~'07

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mesmerism for April 05, 2007

mesmerism Robert Todd Carroll

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Click to order from Amazon For information on ordering from B&N or from other countries, click here mesmerism Mesmerism is a bit of medical quackery developed in the 18th-century by Dr. Franz Anton Mesmer. It involves some social role-playing with the mesmerizer making suggestions and his clients becoming absolutely mesmerized by him. Mesmer used his extraordinary powers of suggestion to send people into frenzied convulsions or sleeplike trances. He was so successful that to this day we use his name to describe the exercise of such powers over others. In the early 1770s, Mesmer, a Viennese physician who got his doctorate for a plagiarized dissertation on how the planets affect health, met Maximillian Hell, a Viennese Jesuit and healer. The rest, as they say, is history. Fr. Hell cured people with a magnetic steel plate. Hell's "proof" of magnetic healing was that it worked, i.e., he had a lot of satisfied customers. Mesmer plagiarized Hell's magnetic therapy and posited that it works because there is a very subtle magnetic fluid flowing through everything but which sometimes gets disturbed and needs to be restored to its proper flow. Hell, Mesmer theorized, was unblocking the flow of this magnetic fluid with his magnets. Mesmer eventually discovered that he got the same results without the magnets. Rather than attribute this to the placebo effect, he posited that "animal magnetism" accounted for his ability to correct the flow of the universal magnetic fluid. (Today, the term "animal magnetism" means mesmerism or hypnotic power, but I have heard it misused more than once by females to mean a sexy male and by members of both sexes to mean someone to whom animals are attracted.) Mesmer also discovered that even though he didn't need magnets to get results, the dramatic effect of waving a magnetized pole over a person, or having his subjects sit in magnetized water or hold magnetized poles, etc., while he moved around in brightly colored robes playing the scientific faith healer, made for better drama and for larger audiences. He was able to evoke from a number of his clients entertaining behaviors ranging from sleeping to dancing to having convulsions. Mesmer did basically what today's hypnotists do in the showroom and the clinic, and what faith healers do in the circus tents and churches, only he did them together, making a great show out of his magnetic cures. With Louis XVI's and Marie Antoinette's help, Mesmer set up a Magnetic Institute where he had his patients do such things as sit with their feet in a fountain of magnetized water while holding cables attached to magnetized trees. He was later denounced as a fraud by the French medical establishment and by a commission which included Benjamin Franklin. Did Fr. Hell and Dr. Mesmer really cure anyone? No, of course not. Did any of their patients feel better after taking the cure, or did they declare that they had been healed? Yes, of course. Faith healers and quacks always have "successes." In some cases, they create the illnesses themselves through their power of suggestion and the receptiveness of their subjects. These iatrogenic diseases may or may not have painful physical manifestations. These "diseases" can be as serious as demonic possession or as trivial as excessive giggling. They can present dramatic manifestations such as convulsions or soporific manifestations such as a sleeplike stupor. According to Nicholas Spanos, such patients are not really sick until they agree to play the role of the sick patient for the heroic doctor/savior. Spanos also argues that so-called dissociation or multiple personality disorder is an iatrogenic disease and got established as a treatable illness in much the same way that exorcism for demonic possession, psychoanalysis for hysteria, and fads such as mesmerism got established. Spanos maintains that there is no such thing as multiple personalities, that the idea is a social creation accepted by certain patients who learn to play the roles expected of them as a person with multiple personality disorder (MPD). (Robert Baker makes the same argument for hypnosis.) When characters such as Mesmer "cure" people, it is his subjects who "cure" themselves. They provide the rapport with their master, and they respond to his suggestions because they agree to respond to them. In short, all such "healing" is done by faith. Sometimes the cure or behavior change might be accomplished by less troubling and less expensive alternative means. The spirits of Fr. Hell and Dr. Mesmer might be happy to know that magnetic stimulation of the brain's left prefrontal cortex is being tested as a possible aid for depressed patients. Most depression can now be controlled with pharmaceutical treatment, but very severe cases seem to respond only to electroconvulsive therapy (ECT), the kind featured in One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest and lampooned by almost anyone in the media or public eye who brings up the topic. Researchers at the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH) are hoping that repetitive transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS) will work like ECT but without the side effects (seizures and memory loss, in some patients). This research is not based on a belief in animal magnetism or universal magnetic fluids, but upon the facts that (1) ECT works even though nobody knows how; (2) the left prefrontal cortex has been implicated as a site of abnormally low metabolism in depressed brains; (3) after ECT and TMS there are widespread increases in brain metabolism; (4) after ECT many patients experience a dramatic improvement in mood; and (5) preliminary studies have found some mood improvement in some patients who have been treated with TMS. However, do not look for another Mesmer to arise from the medical establishment and take this show on the road. Scientists are investigating TMS, not faith healers. They may end up concluding the treatment is worthless or harmful.

See related entries on exorcism, hypnosis, and multiple personality disorder.

further reading "Magnetic stimulation studied as alternative to ECT for depression," in NAMI Advocate, vol. 19, no. 2, September/October 1997, pp. 20-21. Baker, Robert A. They Call It Hypnosis (Buffalo, N.Y.: Prometheus Books, 1990). Franklin, Benjamin and Antoine Lavoisier. "Report of the Commissioners Charged by the King to Examine Animal Magnetism" (reprinted in an English translation in Skeptic, Vol. 4, No. 3). The report was instituted by French king Louis XVI in 1784. Randi, James. An Encyclopedia of Claims, Frauds, and Hoaxes of the Occult and Supernatural , (N.Y.: St. Martin's Press, 1995). Spanos, Nicholas P. Multiple Identities and False Memories: A Sociocognitive Perspective (Washington, D.C.: American Psychological Association, 1996). ©copyright 2002 Robert Todd Carroll mentalistLast updated 08/31/04

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Blessings to you as you are a most dearest support to me. I have not been able to use my keyboard secondary to USB unavailability. I am at my parents home to type this evening. I spend much time at home honoring the homeless in predispositions highly causative to defaulted felled falling without acceptance and encouragement. It is vital to my understanding various post-hidden forces in destructive modes where cracks unhidden are without safety nets. The safety nets to prevent slipping through the cracks DO EXIST and the public fall for media mayhem and being had via sadness yet all the while few would dare to see and embrace truth of all often subjected to demortification and crime perpetuation. Stigmatization rears its head again and again as false fictions manifest as dots in the darkness are connected allotting delusion in not seeing the best in the potential for seeing the best to thus nurture the innate often sleeping reality of each of God's BEST--even inside the least of such in those who reject the least of His creations. This will only come to pass as we are soon to be valued by the gifts earned in every omni way less best if not here not seen in every eye on high endowed to let go becoming centered back into the garden of appreciable otherness where all eyes are lifted in felled falling in upward apprise as the delusions of sin grin to those letting go to flow and follow the rise arisen, once allow and vanity to insanity open the broken to allot the darkness its vital necessity to ground rebirthing in letting go, in forgetting so vital to remembering...remembering the sanctity of the divinity awakened unsleeping and all aware as we learn compassion by our unique experiences in separation and fragmentation. Compassion is key in open sight see for free paid in full in irrevocable present mindedness where dots in the darkness are non-spots creating the fall and now like newly know in the resurrection zone where every omni why way cracks the code to the now known road: To where we have always been, from the image of the image as. Self in dire sates find the dilemma a vital necessity to awaken in a world with out end. Every >ME< in a downward fall unstopped finds the rise in a China mental experiment where the news in seeing your paradigm shift thrift in glory as the M wobbly reveals the W shifted to WE mode beyond a shadow of any doubt where the word is unblemished while jot less tittles lead to higher reality apprise because you are you with ever opening eyes seeing none les than best passing gold for streets placed best to support your highest home coming. You are you and the world deserves this glory through the dawning ways in a new now praise, but the praise best shines as recognition unnoted gets every angelic smile loosened in the key of you and measured in full perfected in we: all-inclusive rising arisen like a rose undefiled...smell the rest as test after test is given a rest.

Again, I appreciate your you and see the reality of the best you. Thank you for being that, for that is destiny control.

Highest regards to the best of you coming up in falling up deeps.

Greg Edwards

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In imPress Testing destination Control Unhidden-Id-en-isms test Best way WoW directs undone drama stores with power outage Roots drinking deeper in sleeping Cell keepers shown surely in every omni-why-way how the dido-floor market bomb-diggedy Security adjusted well about loosely between dots and spaces right dearly in the top of each middle floated arisen already now in byblitz noons like all rolled out on plane paper floors just being you falling upward like e-mails unfelled doing really real seal renting just like a stereo singing quiz enjoying dim trim shores where pilgrims pocketed reverbs in thirded cooling words writing win in window walking waking thinking blinking as turtle hand wishes reached water chop beaches in undismissed pleasure because ur upward that is before I am ~isms thunder red letter spoke tones within the last of false fictions like logical non-sense but well deprived yep *born* from the same two sisters misters I admit in ambience dido noticing reveal produce of rice prices then stolen seal voices from key ressurection tower above dividing station this so clap iden-i hand-i slay slow strings with dream morrow sings... I wish you your best this here now To be >The High Road< known Boom twice in grooming suits framing rubber tongue thrift throws getting more spoke bones laughing but still lifted next after a rooming quiz said sos ing~isms paid story... Affirm as ever-now loosened in open octives inside dissonate pride peanut cell pockets renting dreams in catazone ~isms liking the ~ing as roots drank deeper ask sleeping cell keeper calling walls echoing vision falling force centering balls n an n spin outward from the absolute time location non-linear revocation of this third rock attempt to be less than best lost test divided unrest protest for a maniacal better web letter forged to fulfill vanity as Another delusion falls short of being oil spilled crime waves boosting on governmental psychosis media emotive grandiousity AGAIN! So I asked myself >>self, Self!, SELF!!! But then again Paul ate the rest of the story before Major Tom began to tap restless knowing fully well to capacitate the downloading of EVERYTHINK but Himself pending a strife worth of Donnor Party Parts risen in reverb rift driftings like jelly fish birds calling the swoosh a lovely ride because you ARE You!!! asked often in rerun overdrives Unmasking resonate voices before stolen seal choices flash this point before hollow point plunder closed off the survival storage system bending destiny control to simply and only smell bubbly shoe souls getting us all one common law page because same judicial system has outlawed common law regardless of smoke house hemp paper writers and midnight to morning hiders to decide a best way to delay today tooted in wheel barrow trips before Ben Franklin was seen drunk in the morning AGAIN. You gotta admit "Its a tough beat but somebodys gotta do it!" so only in the mode of mighty awakened >WE< unsilent spelling spent money before generousity has freedom empact in perfect noons as all are forgiven of wish want and why billing profit boons sos me so >WE< enter the new currency and no one will get hurt...only >Fourth Party--We the People< pass when wall began a >Magical Pass< where letting go releases gives in numeric rhymes for a constant mode of more continous trying... The how and what are becoming abundant as >a new day dawning< within the without of the >mind map maze< as EZ as AZ! Together is a >dot< orchestrating betabet reception spots walking waking seeing >Being< the sown zone the new ear tone forgetting >before is was I Am< ~isms letting Troll pay e power outages in Open box lettering loops legally kidnaped for victumless crime agenda blowing minds like me in once a day automotistic havings seeing every shoulder boulder grasping only what was spent to you as every-omni-why-way resisted seeds sown remembering answer >wobbly >W/M< before this second why keenly collective calling coming forth now through every path of least resistance is but defined in unmeasurable precision like another metalic voice resonance in vectors kindly pricking misled alphabet owner corner pocket third keepers swaying not left nor right but in the third party tonight to Never grasp to possess but giving for those with whom your life is set sown enliven as if a ring so loosened alit reformed company freedom cultural links as common law non-agenda peaks the water seeking da da tease freeze please... The current of >destination control< forms forming beyond all wish want and why waze to shine out a truth we cannot not be in becoming the last first as to lift >White Shadow Resonance< known now never ~there nor then of dreams Undusted still shining the full I~ism ams alive in art parts We are so lifted like echo visions faLLING UP mergING above dividing station microwave mode means without measures alive in jive to BE We Live in this bliss >before raham was< an all eye resting ground listed ~ism crew knew~ism third rock< locking station due be undone as an unmediated drama drifting one Son CLEAR LIKE FROM JUST ONE well lighted beside betabone media bit tones found in unlisted songs relating formS less by REVERSE VICTUM LAWS< played in >byblitz noons< yessing the pressing ~ism<<>> dawning known now no~ism true through seeing soNGS find seekER like St Francis suggested...speakER -Greg~'07

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