The frenzy of the Executive pitfalls

There should no sense of superiority when looking at the continuing collapse of celebrity reputation around sex instinct boundary infringements. The rule of consent is of paramount utility in determining physical legality.

However, Jesus Christ, so often trumpeted by President Trump as being ‘on-side with America’ in that country’s on-going attempt to rule the world, has left very clear guidance as to the determining of metaphysical legality.

27 “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery.’ 28 But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart. 29 If your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell.30 And if your right hand causes you to stumble, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to go into hell.” (Matthew 5 NIV)

This Sermon on The Mount text of Christ also of course prepares the way for the Islamic treatment of thieves in the 7th century as The Prophet (pbuh) salvaged his micro culture with The Qur’an, as well as the need to insulate sex energy with some sense of mutual understanding, as very few are free to “cast the first stone”.

So, how to proceed in the 21st century as the global religions collapse in on themselves under historical doctrinal attrition and modern day dark ops?

As a Spiritual Counsellor, my opening message is the disease paradigm that I have been writing about for some years now. This disease of stuck-addiction©️ is a spiritual problem with a spiritual solution.

In Love, I am in inconscious love.

These eyes know the vastness of love, for the eyes move together, harnessed to apparent whim that is actually not coincidence, looking for a glimmer of recognition in the two oceans of our mutual reciprocity.

Paradox and Paradise appear, on the grounds that sometimes paragraphs carry more than verses, to be words that are from a common Source, sent here for you to hear.

Prose and poetry combine when words are wires that carry intentional energy from One to the empty battered cells, the batteries of long dishevelled ranks of lovers, on the edge of losing hope.

Conscious, subconscious, supraconscious, unconscious are words become meaningless to describe consciousness Itself, to describe the quantum connectivity that is your only hope of transactionally analysing non random karma.

What word can encompass our initiatives of unity, to unty the knots of deliberate non liberation of our common possibilities, enacted upon the governed masses over centuries of – our leaders’ freedom fighting?

Inconsciousness is the word, a new word to describe the limitless ocean of consciousness in which you swim like a fish in water. Your brain is not a generator of consciousness it is a receptor and a transmitter, like a cloud is a receiver and transmitter of water. The brain is a cloud of being.

Let your brain be blown higher over the mountain ranges of your hardened logic, let the convection current of your heartfelt passion lift you high on the thermal energy of Pure Faith into your own thundercloud, knowing that the yin-yang wings of your necessary duality can arch your hemispheres, together.

Become the lightning filled deluge of your birthrighted possibilities as Love releases you from the padded cell of your orthodox insecurity, to rain down relief finally into the yearning, arid reservoirs of your inner potentialities.

Be in love, be in inconscious love, for Love is the only reason that this Earth exists, consciously, turning in space, waiting in space, inviting an ethereal insurrection by emptying the space in you to say in your resurrecting conscience, “I love you”.

It’s what I did, once done, never to be undone. 🕉️

I am

I am here

In the places of your depravity

In the wanky, shitty, crooked cavities, that pass as your fearful strife

In the pain that seems eternal, in the scraping gouge of your misery

I am here

When the manifoldness of excess gets blocked by your exhaustion

When light seems lost in the baffled shutters of endless mistakes

I am here

In every suicide, genocide, patricide, fratricide, or infanticide

In every atom of every angry, ignorant, unspeakable cruelty of seeming separation

I am here

I am there

In the economy of modalities, the politics of modernities, the battling academies of antiquities, the architectures of sublimities and technologies of possibilities

I am everywhere

The coincidental happy times take care of themselves

The incidence of harmonies, the unoffending and unbidden humours

The laughter of the throng in parties of celebration and generous acceptance of each others’ life

These planned accidents of togetherness or solitude do not immediately seek me, though I am there

I am here

In the storm of the doom-laden messages of relentless change

I appear as a rainbow drawn as a bow across the angry sky

I am here

I am here for the sick, for those sick of being sick

For those harrowed to the point of readiness to receive their new crop

For those sick of metaphor, parable and analogous similitudes, still

I am here

There is no-one lower than, nor higher than me that can in connection say

I am here

I am the transcending that connects the ascending and the descending

I am the moment in all movement, for without moment, movement has no word to exist within

I am here

As for That which made me, That which makes you to hear me

I cannot say, Love

For only You know That


For yourself.


Organised Crime and Organised Government, these descriptive bodies are in apparent opposition and separation, yet they seem to leak into each other no matter which culture is presently or indeed historically viewed.

The peoples that are held in the vice of life that has the organisational jaws as mentioned above, these people are kept in a state of confusion. The more is known, the less anything makes sense. The eight hours work, eight hours sleep and eight hours marvelling at creation with one full day off, is a template seemingly forever lost.

Money unites the Organisations of Crime and Government. Money is their driver, their arbiter of success and efficiency, their excuser of behaviour, their explanation for the inescapable order of collective life. Lip service is paid to God by Parliaments and Mafias alike. Fear is the fuel for all of their organised machinations and the very railway line upon which the trucks of their subjugation run, carrying masses of people to whatever camp of concentration they have been conned into calling a career.

The history of this calamitous state of affairs is documented and analysed ad nauseam by the academic minds of the global intelligentsia. The Rothschild conspiracy theorists conveniently forget that the urge to control money grew out of a horror of witnessing the fact that Mankind worships money. The Rothschild mind-set saw wars, religious hypocrisy, bullying, banality and the venal oppression of the many by the few.

The globalisation that now threatens to collapse in on itself has held its nerve through the change of the hegemony from British to American Empire and believes that ends justify means.

No blame can be placed on ignorance.

The era that was born after the collapse of Rome just over 2000 years ago, this era is itself now collapsing.

The question is only one of timescales and how events are to shake out within this inevitability of change that now impacts every minute of the global news machine.

Love has an Organisation. Love’s organ is conscience. Love’s Organisation has presence, has positions of embodied authority that conduct its business, that send out its communications.