“ Those we fight, lacking our industrial machines of death, kill up close. But killing remotely does not make us less morally deformed. Long-distance killing, epitomized by drone operators at Air Force bases within the United States who go home for dinner, is as depraved. These technicians make the vast machinery of death operate with a terrifying clinical sterility. They depersonalize industrial war. ...
“The mechanized, rational, impersonal, and sustained mass destruction of human beings, organized and administered by states, legitimized and set into motion by scientists and jurists, sanctioned and popularized by academics and intellectuals, has become a staple of our civilization, the last, perilous, and often repressed heritage of the millennium,” Omer Bartov wrote in “Murder in Our Midst: The Holocaust, Industrial Killing and Representation.”
We torture kidnapped captives, many held for years, in black sites. We carry out “targeted assassinations” of so-called high-value targets. We abolish civil liberties. We drive millions of families from their homes. Those who oppose us do the same. They torture and behead—replicating the execution style of the Christian Crusaders—with their own brand of savagery. They rule as despots. Pain for pain. Blood for blood. Horror for horror. There is a fearsome symmetry to the madness. It is justified by the same religious perversion. It is the same abandonment of what it means to be humane and just. ..” Chris Hedges
http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/we_are_all_islamic_state_20160327
"Mosuo women do not marry. Instead, they take as many lovers as they wish, cherry-picking them from within the tribe and inviting them for secret evening trysts (usually after the men have spent all day slaughtering pigs, while females sort out household finances). Property is handed down through the female line and there’s no stigma in not knowing who a child’s father is. "
Batterings. Coarse cracks in smooth grain. Dented over, she totters statue and stone entombed in clay.
The hit of wars in a third eye collapse - drowning-middles and disappearing days.
Those climax points. Rotted-in potential harm waiting on a feral hope to force a way. MB
© Maurice Sapiro at satchi online
Excavating words, horn-wrangling sound bites.
The necessary and the drum.
The throat as a copious cavity.
Folding into wide water.
That channel of deep consequence.
Overt offerings. Gods of the under-well. MB
By Stephanie Azaria
March 21, 2016
The current wormhole passage is profoundly connected to the eclipses of 6 months ago. You’ve been through SO much since last September, and in essence it all boils down to how ready you are to follow your own heart and put your faith in your own inner authority. You’ve come a long way, and your life’s circumstances reflect the major transformation you’ve achieved. The lunar eclipse on Wednesday can bring you fully into alignment with your life’s purpose, which is and always has been about your leadership capacity. Focus form the higher perspective consistently and stay tuned to your inner dreams. There’s a pivotal turning point or two coming up this week, and it’s your focus that will keep you moving in perfect flow. Direction doesn’t exist anymore, and faith in your higher Self is the name of the game.
The game stops here.
© Sol Halabi
