Declaration of Independence: A Prelude to Paradise
My Tin Flame
I am quickly losing my ability to buy what the daaarrrrkkkkk puts out in the papers, on TV, via the bureaucracy.
And the faster I stop believing it, I think, the sooner it’ll be gone.
I don’t advocate putting yourself in harm’s way. I don’t suggest doing something silly. But, behind closed doors and when we’re with family, I’m afraid that I just can’t pretend to take the superpatriots, the fascists, the tin-pot dictators seriously any more.
I suppose I’ll have to hang up my keyboard and retire to Playland if it all depends on believing the threats and rumors of war. There won’t be a future for me.
I know full well that people are hurting out there. Bradley Manning is toughing it out in his cell and I wouldn’t want him to be in there a day longer than necessary. The cabal is eating its children, throwing its own off tall buildings, and instituting programs to see that they spread the greatest amount of misery in the largest number of places. They are the grinch who stole Christmas and everything else good and pure.
But call me irresponsible: I just cannot manage a long face any more. What did I just get? I don’t know. I think I just got that, even though the galactic and spirit management are taking the greatest pains to observe all the laws of the universe, and deal with the dark as they would with anyone else, I see the light at the end of the tunnel and it ain’t a laser beam from Rods of God.
Somewhere, deep inside of me, I get that all this will end. Something is tickling my funnybone and warming my heart.
So tie me up in a white suit and put a tin hat on my head. But don’t ask me to salute this sorry excuse for a lame-duck regime of sad characters that has kept us down, lo, these many milllennia.
No, I don’t hear tunes of glory. The heavens have not opened up. Jesus has not come down and led me off to the City Foursquare. I just cannot put stock in what the Beltway, Wall Street, Fort Benning, Langley, or any of their cohorts are saying.
I’ve dropped out of the human ruse. I quit. Send my pink slip to Santa.
Here is the address: Outside the Box.
Wake me up when the heavens erupt in Light. Tell me when spaceships blanket the sky.
I’m taking back the streets, the night, and my own sovereignty.
I declare my independence. I ain’t owned by anyone any more. This man is free.
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You GOT it, baby!! And I am sure you would look just great in a tin hat…
who – eeeeeeeeee Steven B!
Can we just have an etheric party or sumthin fun with THIS energy?
I’m imagining the possibilities.
Hi Kau’ila – so great to see your face!
I am with you Steve, all the way. Just a little bit longer and we will be laughing about this, and say to one and other, remember when……
Congrats Steve. It might have served me better in this incarnation to not have felt this way since birth ;] but alas, we move at the pace of our heart. Happy times ahead for all!
Love it, Steve-o—I just love it! You go, Tin Man
I absolutely love this article!!!!!! You nailed it for all of us, Steve. Love the video as well.
But Oz never did give nothing to the TIN MAN…that he didn’t didn’t already have
Love, Love, Love…Love is all you need. Merry Christmas everyone, for the very best is yet to come…………xxxxxxxxx
Steve – you put words to the inexplicable soaring of my heart when I woke up this morning . . . and the feeling won’t quit!
This is the BEST Xmas gift ever!
Calling all Galactic Brothers and Sisters . . . BRING IT ON – WE ARE READY FOR YOU WITH OUR ARMS AND HEARTS OPEN!
Love it, love it, LOVE IT!!!!!! so resonated with this, Steve!
I too just can’t keep a handle on it anymore, sometimes, it all seems like such
a total farce (the secrecy around existence of the Galactics, the need to
continue the endless wars, the hemorrhaging of obscene amounts of
money into keeping The System afloat, on and on). It is so great to read your comments
each and every morning–what a welcome change from the morning always-bad news!!!!!
Keep broadcasting that bright Light of yours. Wishing you and all of us the very best
Christmas and New Year ever!!!! Love and Light to Eternity.
Steve:
I feel exactly the same way . . . it is very liberating!
Loved this!!! Thanks so much for this, Steve, and for all the other great pieces
you write! It is getting increasingly hard for me to keep a lid on all of it too, re
the arrival of the Galactics and the announcements, etc. It only gets better from here!
Wishing you and all of us the best Christmas and New Year’s ever–
Love and Light,
Julie