We are fascinated with extremes in behavior. We applaud the most daring, the fastest, the strongest, and the most beautiful. We are shocked and intrigued by the most horrific. We have a saying "it's like watching a train wreck". We can't seem to stop ourselves. The blog post which received the most hits on this page was the one with the title "Warning, Graphic Images". It was not a surprise. We want to look, and the shock value of these images or descriptions does something specific - it puts them in a category of our minds called "Not Normal". We safely put them away. They don't effect us.
We don't expect to be the most beautiful or fastest or smartest or the richest. We don't expect to be the victim of a horrific crime. Those people are always the ones you see in the tabloids or read about in news reports or hear about on newscasts, they are not real. Even this blog is in question. You don't know me. I am just a string of characters on your screen. Not real.
In a search for stories of "Many Lights" coming out to shine, I have run into some graphic descriptions of abuse and torture. I hesitate to include them. Will they be read as further proof of the fantasy or as validation of truth? It is everywhere, in every country and hamlet. Unless you have some idea that the Illuminati/Satanic Groups are interested in effecting YOUR LIFE, you will do nothing. That's what we do as humans. In order to inspire action, there needs to be a vested interest.
This fear and horror is intentional. You are meant to be afraid; of disease, of terrorists, of crime, of your neighbor, of God... there is a long list. If you are convinced it is necessary, you will then buy the drugs and have the operations, join the armies, purchase insurance and put your money in their banks while you pay them interest on credit. The things they want you to dismiss as unreal ARE THE VERY THINGS YOU NEED TO SEE.
The truth of our lives is not as we have imagined it to be. I will include here a story from Africa. It is a tale suitable for the month of Halloween here in the USA... filled with basements, bodies and blood. I cannot validate it, so use your own discretion. I can tell you that my history mirrors this story in many ways. I include it just to illucidate again that the sanctity of life means nothing to those that control us. They are all about power, their own power.
This story takes place in the city of Bulawayo. For those of us unfamiliar with the city, and would therefore isolate it into the category of "Not Real", here are some facts about Bulawayo:
Bulawayo is the second largest city in Zimbabwe after the capital Harare, with an estimated metropolitan population in 2007 of 731,003.[2] It is located in Matabeleland, 439 km southwest of Harare, and is now treated as a separate provincial area from Matabeleland. The capital of Matabeleland North is now Lupane, as Bulawayo is a stand-alone province.
Bulawayo is also known as the 'City of Kings', 'Skies', 'Bluez', 'Bulliesberg' or 'KoNtuthu ziyathunqa' – a SiNdebele word for 'a place of smoky fires'.
It is a multicultural city with most residents able to speak at least three languages (including English, Ndebele, Shona, Xhosa, Kalanga, Sotho, Nambya, Tonga and Venda). The majority of the Bulawayo's population belongs to the Ndebele ethnic and language group, who descend from a 19th century Zulu migration and are a minority in Zimbabwe.
Bulawayo has long been and is still regarded as the industrial and business capital of Zimbabwe and is home to the National Railways of Zimbabwe because of its strategic position near Botswana and South Africa. It is the nearest large city to Hwange National Park, Matopo National Park and Victoria Falls.
-- Wikipedia
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16 Year Old confesses to being part of a Satanic Cult
Awareness is Everything.
I am,
Just One Light
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