Friday 8 September 2017

Chase The Rainbow - The Eternal Goal.

Dedication ... Persistence .... Focus


Chase The Rainbow - The Eternal Goal.

While walking from the river,
where I watched it swirl and flow.
I was planning out my future.
Thinking, which way should I go.

The field was black and muddy,
but the bright sun gave it light.
It looked just like the river,
with its power, and its might.

Just then, it started raining,
and I couldn’t trust my eyes.
A rainbow, just in front of me,
in the middle of that muddy sea.

Just fifty yards or so,
I would find my pot of gold.
I’d have to run across that field,
so muddy and so cold.
But to catch a rainbow ?
what a joy - for this ten year old boy.

Of course I’d go and catch it.
It’s magic I would share.
I’d live  ‘the life of Riley’
with the gold I would find there.

I ran so hard that day.
I’m sure that mud was clay.
I’m sure that it was just a dream.
That I was turning into cream.

I couldn’t seem to cover ground,
and my gold, I never found.
The rainbow stood there teasing,
as it stood, and watched me freezing.

Then just to rub the salt in,
it suddenly stopped raining.
The rainbow left me standing there.
It’s magic didn’t seem to care,
that I was covered from head to toe,
and back through the mud,
I had to go.

I eventually got home to see
my mother, who was making tea.
I told her of the rainbow,
how it had let me down.

She said that was a lesson,
and that I shouldn’t frown.
She said that mother nature shows us beauty to behold.
We shouldn’t try to take what’s hers.
We have to Earn our Gold

The rainbow.
It’s like a dream.
You know it’s there.
It can be seen.
Like a dream you cannot hold,
the rainbow holds your pot of gold.

Don’t give in, or you will be.
Forever stuck in the muddy sea.
Chase the rainbow but be aware.
The Black Knight may be hiding there.

A mother who appeared so wise,
saw life through the White Queens eyes.
She never learned the word `despise`,
and never tried to tell us lies.


Our imagination as children has no bounds.
Whatever we imagine, we 'think' we can achieve.
We're told as children that a rainbow has a pot of gold at it's base, and it does us no harm to believe that. In fact, such a notion could even stimulate our imagination and help us to go beyond the normal boundaries to make our dreams and wishes come true.
But 'Mother Nature' is a formidable force with lessons for us 'all' to learn from ...... Good and Bad.
(The choice is Yours)

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Monday 10 July 2017

Immunity.




When we think of our immunity,
and the actions of society.
We can’t always see them as one.
Let’s see if it can be done.

We’ll take all of this universe
as being one heavenly body.
The stars are all the molecules,
that form the way we play the rules.

The planets are the organs,
that give out life's vibrations.
The sun can be the beating heart.
The liver is Earth,
a vital part.

The sun and Earth are now as one ,
The heart and liver are the sun.
If one should fail, the other will die.
I’m sure you can see it in your own minds eye.

The chord of life sends out vibrations.
This music in our body.
It keeps our universe pure and clean.
Through gamma rays it travels serene.

Just like our blood, it must stay pure,
or the heavenly body will not cure.
WE have poisoned our universe.
Through our negative thoughts,
caused a curse.

We know through love,
we can stay pure,
That the Black King doesn’t want a cure.
The Black Knight offers us lust of love,
to help us poison the heaven above.

He gives us money, gives us drugs
Helps us contract the deadly bugs.
He gives us alcohol as well,
then uses LOVE ?
to make it sell.


The eye of the atom makes it clear.
As we look around,
at what we hold dear.
We have to love and appreciate,
The eternal wonders of the great White Gate.

Jimi played while on this earth,
`The Gods Made Love`
then gave us birth.

The `Purple Haze` is pure love,
between the sounds of the earth,
and the sun above.

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Cheers ..... Ven.
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Thursday 6 July 2017

Welcome stranger.





I saw you in that busy room.
My eyes met yours,
we were in tune.
I didn’t recognise you though,
and I walked away from your friendly glow.
Into the world I thought I knew,
and never gave a thought to you.

Determined now to make my mark.
Unaware of the deadly shark.
The killer of dreams and fantasy,
is now forever stalking me.


Forever building up the blocks
that lead me to the towering rocks.
Where happiness, and wealth both rule.
I became the Black Rooks fool.

The Black Knight he then gave me lust,
and riches that were so unjust.

By chance, I met with you again.
Your friendly glow remained the same.
But, to me, you looked , concerned.
You noticed wealth I hadn’t earned.

The Bishop of the Black Kings gate,
told me the guilt was placed too late.
That I could go right through the door.
The Black Queen then would give me more.

I could become a banker
of the mighty, strong Black King.
Whatever I desired,
The Black Queen, she would bring.

What a choice I had to make.
I could have, all I could take.
As these thoughts ran through my mind.
I gazed at you, and tried to find,
a reason why I shouldn’t take,
the riches, for the riches sake.

Just then, a friend I’ve known for years,
but couldn’t show respect.
Welcomed me with open arms.
You’re one of us”, he said.

Suddenly, my blood ran cold.
I couldn’t say I’d not been told.
Was I really just like he?
Greed and lust had blinded me.

Frightened now by what I’d found,
I looked for you,
you weren’t around.
It didn’t matter any more.
I couldn’t pass through the Black Bishops door.


I was now left out in the cold.
My world now empty,
growing old.
But I started to appreciate,
the stronger power of the White Kings mate.

Months passed by in the wilderness.
Then you touched me with your tenderness.
You showered me with sights and sound.
Feelings pure, and so profound.

You gave me knowledge that I couldn't deny.
You showed me how it felt to fly.

If I die tomorrow,
I couldn’t feel sorrow.
I know what I shall find.
You put the heaven in my mind.

(Did 'You' Take The 'Red Pill' ?)






Saturday 29 April 2017

The Dominatrix Lady.



The Dominatrix Lady called at my home today.
She walked past me and sat right down,
said she was here to stay.

She told me that I had no choice, in matters of my own.
That she was taking full control,
and I would always obey her commanding tone.

She made me turn off every light
inside my home that burned so bright.
She said the darkness was her friend.
This lady of the night.

I became Oh So submissive, as she poked and stabbed
with her pointed stick that was so red hot,
but burned like ice on me.

This Dominatrix Lady made me stumble and fall.
Every time I saw my escape,
She built another wall.

Why did she choose Me, to be her whipping boy?
I couldn’t see the sense at all.
But sex was not the reason I became this lady’s toy.

With every nerve end tingling I would go against the grain.
I would act out her life fantasy.
Destroy my own reality.

She fed me live red maggots that invaded my home.
They gnawed so very gently,
inside my bleeding aching bones.

As every new day passes, in my home that’s not my own.
The Dominatrix Lady dreams up her new tortures,
I’m then force-fed and shown.

It’s been over twenty years now since she came to my door.
She wore a bright, encrusted badge.
It said ‘S & M’….. I’m sure.

Maybe she had it on back-to-front, this lady of the night.
If she did, then I now know.
Why I’m in this losing fight.

Hmmmmm……….
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Tuesday 7 March 2017

Remote Viewing Disclosure and Intentions

Remote viewing was popularized in the 1990s upon the 'declassification' of certain documents held by the United States Government related to the 'Stargate Project', a $20 million + research program that had started in 1975 and was sponsored by the U.S. government, in an attempt to determine any potential military application of the remote viewing psychic phenomena. 

The program was terminated in 1995 and was sub-contracted to a 'Private' research facility which not only discovers and researches the remote viewing phenomenon but to 'train' suitable applicants who are then used to gather intelligence about activities not only on Earth but further afield into the Cosmos.

It appears that we 'all' have the ability to be 'Remote Viewers' and with practise we can all access that part of the brain which acts like a TV transmitter/receiver. The very fact that we are all just biological batteries producing both Positive and Negative 'energy' every second of our lives should not be wasted by denying that there is a remote viewer in all of us.



The worry is, that we might all be walking around at present having had 'all' of our thoughts, behaviours and actions recorded by armies of remote viewers collating that informaton for the highest bidder. Google and Facebook do an amazing job at present (betraying our thoughts and actions) but are dependent on internet access which in the near future could, and most probably 'will,' be severely restricted. It's then that these armies of 'remote viewers' will come into their own.


All rubbish? - Impossible? - Just look around you - Nothing! is impossible anymore, because with artificial intelligence on the verge of out-smarting 'all' of us, are we even a necessary evil for this planet 'we' call home but is in fact  'home'  to our temporary hosts who cultivated our development to serve 'their needs' and our lease is about to expire with no renewal clause in the offing.


Just a thought - to delve deeper please read 'Visions Of The Future Past'. 



Catch you later ...... Ven.

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Saturday 4 March 2017

The Black Queens Bed



The Black Queen lifts her Sultry head.
Looks round at those who share her bed.
"I see you've all come bearing news".
"So good to see you fit your shoes".

The 'Robot Wars' no more a dream.
Conspiritors compound the scheme.
Digits on computer screens,
keep cash control within 'Her' means.

We've built the dream of our 'Black Queen'.
We can now see, and 'all' be seen.
'Robot Intelligence' not in doubt.
Exceeds our own, inside and out.

The life-blood of our modern world
is cash that shows that we have 'earned'.
We are haemorrhageing badly now.
It must be stemmed.
Do 'we' know how?

Have the 'Surgeons' taken vows
to our 'Black Queen'?
Who really Knows?

'Big Brother' is her favourite Son.
The war He's fought is almost won.
He watches and tracks our every motion.
With 'stealth' he follows in high resolution.

The Brown Crusader, Obama too,
are in her bed.
(I thought you knew)

Ven ....

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Please check out - 'Visions Of The Future Past'
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Sunday 26 February 2017

Folly Of Life.


The folly of life, I hear you say.
Is as plain as night, as clear as day.

We are just an accident
on an alien blue moon,
and the way that we are going,
we’ll be gone too soon.


But the folly of life
is a mind in its own.
The name of the force
by which we are shown.

It’s here in the form of imagination.
One mans folly - is another mans station.


We see the folly's all around.
Often standing on lonely ground.
Where brilliant men would sit and ponder.
Where White Scams come,
and make them wonder.


Wondering through this ageless time,
gave them visions, so sublime.

They could really see quite clearly,
that this blue moon
views us VERY dearly.


Some call it inspiration.
Others call it love.
Whatever you call it be assured.
It’s brought down from above.


Why do the folly's look so strange ?
Their forms often defy us ?
They were built from plans in one mans mind,
to house the scams that guide mankind.
So he could sit and contemplate,
defenses of the White Kings gate.


His inspiration. Love of life.
Often caused him trouble.
Most would call him really strange,
but our futures he would re-arrange.


Genius - is often used,
to describe these men who were abused.
We couldn’t understand their mind,
as they struggled on to save mankind.


People will now buy these folly's.
They know what will await them.
These scams of generations past
find peace in their to form the cast.
To play lifes game and make it last.


When you see a folly sing and cheer.
The fate of the world could be waiting there.
Know this, and appreciate.


They are the rooks of the great white gate.
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Please check out; 'Visions Of The Future Past
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Ven Bunce.

 
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Wednesday 1 February 2017

The Gentle Old Man





Six years old and it's Five-O-Clock. This is the high-light of my day. With my younger brother and sister I wait at the bottom of our road.

Anxiously we wait, looking to the bend at the bottom of the hill. Suddenly we all three Start!! …. It's Him! The Old-Man with his chin nearly hitting the handlebars as he pedals his old bike up the hill. When he sees us, a big grin stretches from ear-to-ear.

The old cloth cap resting precariously on those pixie-ears. The dew-drop that always seems to be dripping from that old Roman-Nose. C'mon Dad …... Pedal Faster!

One of us sits on the crossbar, another on the handlebars, and the lucky one gets the saddle. The Old-Man now pushes us up our motley old flint hill to tea-time at home. (Dinner for him). The one who gets the saddle is fortunate indeed, the others have a bumpy old ride for sure, but we don't complain, he's 'Our Old-Man'.

At the dinner table we get to hear the full account. Every action, every flower and tree planted. Every bush cut, every Squirrel or Jay he's seen. All the while slicing his rhindy old cheese with his old bone-handled gardeners knife, held in a hand that seems made of thick black leather.  Every now and then, he pauses, pours a little of his hot tea into his saucer, then slurps it down, giving a gratifying Burp! At the end.

All this takes it's toll on Our Old-Man and he asks one of us to run down the corner shop. One single razor-blade will have to last the week. He'll rub it inside a glass each night to put back the 'edge'. On return he's fast asleep in his faithful old 'windsor chair', the smouldering Woodbine dangling from his mouth and the smell fills the kitchen, what a gentle Old-Man?

Well …... until the fag burns down to his lips, the air's a bit blue then.

Later as he sits, sketching 'fluffy people' with 'fluffy hats', 'fluffy sticks' and 'fluffy pipes', 'Wake Up Little Susie' comes on the radio and the BIG Grin is back! The glint's in his eyes, and out come the Old-Spoons to play along.

Then it's Hide-and-Seek, chasing us round the sofa while Mum tries to do her sewing. No Telly …. Thank God! Or we might never have 'known' the gentle 'Old-Man'.

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Twelve years old now and it's 10 pm. I've just got in, and OH! How I hate that Old-Man? I wish he'd die or something. He actually thinks I should be in by 8 pm!! And it's still just light outside.

Why does he always want to know what 'I' am doing? Where I've been and WHO with? What business is it of HIS? I'm only his Son – not his pet dog. Why should it bother HIM? Stuff him, who needs him anyway?

School, what a draaaaaaag? They don't seem to be able to tell me anything that I don't already know.

I've got a Job instead, It pays 'more' than the 'Old-Man' earns. Serve him right – the miserable Old Git!

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UH-OH! ….. I've been caught nicking. Reported for bunking school and working. It's alright, I'll blame it on the 'Old-Man'. After all, he keeps nagging me, getting on my back all the time, it's bound to have an effect. How can it be 'MY' fault??

I don't believe it! They've put me away! A care order until I'm 18 years old. Still, I won't have the 'Old-Man' moaning at me, telling me how to behave, what to do, who to see, who to avoid. That's good …... isn't it??

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It's funny, I seem to be missing the 'Old-Man', I keep remembering the 'good times', when he'd take me up the fields on a freezing night to pick dandelions for my rabbit and guinea-pig.

The time he took me on a pub outing to Southsea. When we walked late at night to the next village to see his long-lost sister he hadn't seen for decades but who died just two weeks later.


HUH! …. Even those needle-sharp whiskers that used to hurt us when he'd kiss us goodnight.

How did I ever forget the 'Gentle Old-Man'??

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A letter from my Mum. She's left the 'Old-Man'. It's not his fault, she's going through 'the change'. Feels she's missed out on life and is going to find it.

But the 'Old-Man'? .... He cries, and cries, and cries some more. The 'Gentle Old-Man' - He's breaking.

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The 'authorities' don't know yet, and they're letting me home for a few days.

I walk into our house, it's unlocked as always. There's the 'Old-Man' stooped over his football pools. He can't read, but he'll spend an hour or two studying them. He'll then get the woman next door to fill in his details. The crosses he can manage quite easily. Especially the 'X' for no publicity.

He grunts towards me, asks if I'm OK. Probably thinks I'm looking for another argument. We sit looking at each other for what seems an eternity, then he gives me two-bob which I knew he couldn't afford. But I took it anyway, he seemed pleased and smiled.

I noticed the place was filthy, and so was he. He was so white, thin and the 'sparkle' had gone from his eyes. They were now a dim, glazed blue, set in pale cheeks once rosy. Topped now with yellow hair, once white.

I only saw him once more. On his trusty old bike. We both looked, knew one another, but were such complete strangers by then. We didn't even smile. I went to stay with Mum for the next few days.

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A year later and I was called to the Super's office. It was early morning, just before school. “Your Father has Died”.... “He'd apparently been ill for some time but was too afraid to go to the doctor, he thought he'd lose your younger brother and sister”.

“It was cancer. He was admitted to hospital last night, he died early this morning – Do you want to go to the funeral?” I replied “No, I don't think I will”. (I couldn't face the finality of it all,

I wanted to remember him by that last glance we exchanged. Where we both seemed to know what the other was thinking).

“But he 'was' your father, You can't hate him 'all' your life”.

I couldn't believe that 'that' was the impression I'd given and so the next morning I changed my mind.

What a funeral? Only five or six people. Only immediate family, where were his friends? Those he spent many happy hours with at the pub. He even had the nick-name 'Happy'.

It seemed they were fair-weather-friends, who deserted him when he could no longer go to the pub, either because he had to look after the Young'uns, or because he was too ill. Though he did work up until the weekend he died.

Did no-one else notice his passing? ... Mum? She was seriously ill in hospital herself.

So …. it was a Paupers funeral for 'The Gentle Old-Man'. Plain, unvarnished coffin, slipping quietly through the curtains, to be swallowed by the 'Eternal Flame'.


What a Gentle 'Old-Man'?




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Tuesday 31 January 2017

NDE? - COMA?

COMA?


The future’s waiting
Golden thoughts flashing.
Crystal lights singing.
The misty blue humming of eternity.
Cymbals ringing through my mind.
The drums pushing me,
higher, lower, higher, lower.
I’m racing now, faster than light.
No fear or suspicion - absolute trust.
Electric blue now visible.
Sparks flying as I rush through.
They don’t harm me, they warm me.
Voices calm, distorted, friendly.
I’m welcomed in their Heaven.
They are pure light.
Absolute energy.
Perfect mind.


GOD ??


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Ven Bunce.
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Saturday 28 January 2017

In The Beginning.




'The Meaning Of Life' ..... 'WhyAre We Here?'

In the beginning.

Before ‘matter’ formed within infinite space creating the Cosmos that we know today, there were only ‘negatively’ charged electrons forming the state we call ‘oblivion’. A place where there is no light, no sound, no smell, no touch, no feelings or emotions. Total oblivion.

In the beginning, these ‘negatively’ charged electrons needed a ‘positive’ charge to bounce off of. To rub against and cause ‘duplication’ of the ‘Negative’ electron.

In the beginning, that charge was the ‘positive’ energy we call ‘imagination’. The very thing that has created ALL we see around us in our HUMAN world. Nothing could have been built or created by we humans without the POWER of ‘imagination’. If we can ‘imagine’ something, it can be done. But ONLY with the harnessed power of ‘imagination’.

In the beginning, time was irrelevant. There was no need for ‘time’ as we know it because there was nothing to measure. No future, no past, no present. Just ‘Oblivion’…..BUT!…..

In the beginning, the electron that was ‘positively’ charged with ‘imagination’ was busily doing exactly what ‘imagination’ does best. ‘Imagining’, (surprise, surprise).
Imagining beautiful images in the likeness of itself. Spherical in form with an order about them that would make them duplicatable into infinity.

In the beginning, ‘Time’ was now beginning to form in the imagination of the lonesome electron. it had all the plans imagined, but no way of forming and duplicating them. There was no ‘time frame’. For this, it needed to imagine mathematical equations to form ‘TIME’ itself, and this it duly did.

In the beginning, the lonesome ‘positively’ charged electron had imagined trillions upon trillions of images, but had no way to make them real. It was stuck in oblivion with no means of forming all of those images ‘outside’ of the prison it found itself within…..THEN!……

In the beginning, the lonesome ‘positive’ charge filled with ‘imagination’ imagined the most POWERFUL tool it had ever been able to imagine before.

It imagined ‘vibration’.

OK, all very well imagining ‘vibration’ but how will that ‘create’ all of the images that need to be formed to escape from ‘oblivion’?

In the beginning, the lonesome ‘positive’ charge imagined ‘MUSIC’!
It imagined all the various ‘vibrations’ coming together in a ‘mathematical’ sequence thus causing a ‘tune’ to form. Imagining the tune caused the lonesome ‘positively’ charged electron to ‘vibrate’ itself….UNTIL!…

In the beginning, the lonesome ‘positively’ charged electron ‘vibrated’ so much to ‘the rhythm of the beat’ that it caused friction between itself, and the ‘negatively charged’ electrons that filled the prison called ‘OBLIVION’. Very soon it was duplicating ‘itself’ so fast, and the music got faster and more frantic, causing even faster ‘rapid expansion’ of the now ‘not so lonely’ positively charged electrons, that all that pent-up imagery was let loose and ‘matter’ was formed in what we now call ‘The Cosmos’.


You Now Have An Interpretation About The ‘BIG BANG’ That Created ‘Creation’ Itself.

The Cosmos and all ‘matter’ is held together by……… ‘vibrations’.

The Cosmos ‘sings’ through infinity.

(We have scientific instruments that ‘prove’ this).

All ‘matter’, no matter how insignificant, ‘vibrates’.

Everything is held together by frequencies of vibrations… FACT!

Music is probably the most powerful tool we have at our disposal. It can heal the sick. It can create action. It can stimulate ‘imagination’ itself.

IT IS ALSO THE MOST ‘ABUSED’ TOOL WE HAVE AT OUR DISPOSAL.

The Few’ know of it’s power, and while they give us the ‘sweetener’ of unlimited access to as much music as we can possibly handle, they give us ‘with’ that sweetener, the power to destroy ourselves through drink, drugs and debauchery. All the things that many people now accept as ‘normal’ because we have been conditioned (mainly through the power of music and the ‘media’) to accept such behaviour as normal.

Yet when we honestly ‘search’ our conscience in the privacy of our own company. We KNOW we are acting in conflict with what is TRULY healthy.

In the beginning, the ‘negatively’ charged electrons were in their ‘heaven’. That was their world. That was their existence and they were comfortable with ‘nothing’ in oblivion. So much so, that they began to FIGHT BACK, to try and get back to that state of oblivion. ‘The Few’ are the agents of that dark energy who are trying to return everything back to ‘the status quo’.

We have the ‘Black Army’ fighting the ‘White Army’. If the ‘Black Army’ win (as they are doing) we destroy ourselves, the cosmos ‘implodes’ and a state of ‘oblivion’ is restored.

If the ‘White Army’ wins. Which it ‘must’ for the future of all we love and hold dear, then we will enter the next stage of human development, and the development of the Cosmos; ‘UTOPIA’.

Did you think that ‘CHESS’ was developed as a ‘game’?

Sorry, but it was developed so that the ‘wise men’ of the ‘White Army’ could work out strategies to predict and defeat the actions of the ‘Black Army’.

War as we know it will become unnecessary and irrelevant because the ‘positive’ energy of the ‘White Army’ doesn’t consider the ‘taking of life’ as acceptable in any way.

When ‘The Few’ are defeated, their main weapon which is ‘WAR’ in all of it’s ghastly forms (the living hell) will be defeated with them.

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Monday 16 January 2017

Money – Money – Money.



Money, money, money.
This word I hear you say.
Is the root of all that’s evil,
and that we’ll buy judgement day.

It’s true of course, it’s been abused.
Just the way religion’s used.
But just as there are holy men,
who only want what’s right.
So, there are philanthropists
who wield financial might.

They don’t ask for glamour.
They don’t ask for fame.
But they are very happy
to be bankers in life's game.

We all start as pawns,
but if we get right through.
We can become the White Kings Knight,
and be life's bankers too.

If you see money as evil,
what I suggest you do.
Is look into the mirror,
and see who looks at you.

Do you see the Black Knight,
with eyes for lust and greed ?
Or the milk of human kindness,
of which mankind can feed ?

Don't be afraid of money,
It’s life's eternal honey.

It puts the icing on the cake.
When the sacrifice for love you make.

Life pays us back with high rewards,
if we can strike the vital chords
That’s why the music world is strong
They have the chord in every song.

When we buy the peaceful day
The music world will pay the way.
 

What true value do we put on Money? - What is Money? - Should we fear or worship Money? We are all blessed with a free resource from the moment we are born and it remains a free resource until the moment we draw our last breath. That free resource is 'energy' – the electrical stimulus that inter-connects every atom in the cosmos, that controls our every thought, action and
movement. Money is the device used by us (humans) as an exchange rate for that free energy.
You can harness it in a positive manner and Money will be attracted to you as if by magic. Or you can use it in a negative manner to create a world of lies, deceit and destruction around you.
Do you use your free energy in a 'negative' or 'positive' manner?
(The choice is Yours)
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Please check out 'Visions Of The Future Past' and 'Memories - Like Autumn Leaves' - HERE!

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Thursday 12 January 2017

Ancient Aliens – Or Time Travellers?




I had a thought today,
what if Aliens could speak to us
what would they try to say?

If they spoke to us in our own tongue
would their thoughts be put to verse
so that they could be sung?

Music was a gift I'm told,
A gift to us from the Gods of old.
They came to show us a path straight and true
to shine the light of life
for both Me and You.

Myths and legends we were told
were fiction from our days of Gold.
But science holds a different view,
that Time-Travel isn't something new.

The Aztecs and Egyptians,
the Greeks and Chinese too,
saw ancient magic actions
appear in skies so blue.

If Aliens could speak to us
what would they try to say?
They might say we didn't listen,
that we now face our judgement day.

'Light Across The Universe'
The Rhyme that broke the code,
of our meaning here on earth,
how music plays in our re-birth.

The clue is in the statement
that Time-Travel is real.
It means we broke the code,
learned the lessons we were shown,
acted with integrity
to make this world our own.


The 'blind' will never see.
The 'deaf' will never hear.
The 'Light Of Life' shines on the wise,
the 'Chord Of Life' plays through.
So open up your eyes and ears
and travel with 'Us' too.
 
Ven Bunce


Please Check Out 'Memories Like Autumn Leaves'

&

 'Light Across The Universe'

Which Is Also one of the Poems in

'Visions Of The Future Past'


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