I miss the world that doesn't exist anymore. I miss the childhood that I never had, foods that were never tasty... I miss the unknown that is dearer to the  soul than friends of old. I miss the high plains in late spring in Wyoming, which I never trod. I miss the Ocean of California and the sand of Florida where I never lived. I deem that I feel other people's feelings. Cannot stop it - thinking they were mine. But they never were. Who am I? When speaking to God, I feel my closest kin in the wind. Where am I? Alive only when loving, only with fire in my lungs - breathing. Fire of God. The one who isn't afraid of truth - is the one not afraid of Life. Silent sigh... One with the spirit of life. @elonmusk @realDonaldTrump @nytimesarts @Anc_Aesthetics @TheGodofSEO2 @SashaJovicic @AmericanaAesth @RealJamesWoods @RobertKennedyJr @celestialbe1ng @poetswritersinc @TheBelovedRumi @TheSlyStallone @robertsepehr

@elonmusk Make it count sir.

Star Kin writings: 2017 O Sweet Soul of Mine I gaze upon the threads of thought as they are spun, strung into beads of purest light. Jewels of unspoken tales. This lay is of a vision glimpsed in some other realm, A thing born of stardust... --- O Sweet Soul of Mine I watch the light as it dances and glimmers upon thy face fair, Thy lips, soft and salt-kissed, For you did swim as a siren through enchanted seas. And now you do rest, The Sun’s golden hand upon thee… But this is no sea of mortal kin, Nay, it is ours, with shores of jade, Where trees heavy with pomegranate stand in aplenty. The waves do sing the songs of paradise, And softly stirs the light of the Everlasting. We are in our home, my love. Then the messenger came. A radiance white did announce his coming, And the dawn sang of his arrival. I knew then that the bidding of The Father had been delivered: That hope might awaken and live, That the sacred flame should not fade, And that Love should walk among the Children of Men. Thine eyes encompassed me, And the tide of thy heart’s thoughts washed over me… I wore naught but a raiment of light, And upon my brow lingered the mark of thy lips. And grief mingled with joy, And I was filled with Love, For thou art sorrowful at my leaving, Yet thou knowest that thou art bound to me forever. Together, we breathe as one, A Star, a flame undying. Thy voice fell silent. With grace, thou didst approach, And laid thy hand upon my heart. Words soft as a whisper, Yet piercing as an arrow: "I love thee, my dearest. Go now, and let thy light shine, for the hour is come! Clothe thyself in the garment of light and Love I have given thee, For I am with thee unto the ending of days. Blessed be the Holy One!” O soul… My fair and hallowed flame! From the hour thou didst cradle the gem of sacred light Upon thy breast, On the holy bosom of thy spirit, I have blessed thee evermore and clad thee in Love. For it was fated that thy soul should bear it, And thy heart should hallow it, beloved… For Love is now all, and it is the victor. And whithersoever the Holy One sendeth me, To herald a new dawn of Love in the world, There shall I labour, and my song shall be of love, Of truth, and of peace, in this age and the next. For Love alone is the one great truth. I loved thee before the dawn of Arda, Beneath, above, and beyond the circles of the world! And if the will of the Holy permits, thou shalt come to me once more… Beloved, my only, my soul. Thy tears are now as the stars of Varda... And I go hence to paths forbidden, Yet the gates are opened before me, For by the power of God's Love they yield…ah, Love! Love is all now! The gates of light swing wide, And radiant hues play about them— Blues and roses, quivering in splendour. I pass through, and in the blink of an eye I stand upon the hither shores of Middle-earth, Whilst the echoes of memory stir within me. Thus is the soul prepared To fulfill its purpose. Scattered like starlight along my path are shards of my kin’s souls, Gleaming as beacons upon the road. That the love within them should call me home, Home, where thou dost await me… @elonmusk @jacqueboatman @DjokerNole @TolkienSociety

@RealAlexJones Gone baby gone.

@RealAlexJones Rock on!

@elonmusk Europe is ripe for rude awakening. Too long have they listened to Grima Wormtongues...

@Trad_West_Art Ex Jewish convert.

@Cobratate Indeed. It has been done forever. The example is from your current neighborhood. Most of Ustashe who butchered Serbs in WW2 were ex Serbs converted into Catholicism and Islam. Few decades prior by Vatican and Turkey.

@catturd2 Everyday the news topple the yesterday's. It's a true sitcom.

@SashaJovicic @KanekoaTheGreat Cess pool of activity.

@FreeBird8456 @clif_high I was there too. Spoke with James a lot. We sat one night and used night googles. Wow.

Part 2 Here, I present the names of all the Kings, from the first holy King to the last, who fell into darkness and worshiped it. These names were brought to us by Tolkien, who researched them through the ancient languages of the Serbs and Russians, exploring their meanings. The names are Elvish-Serbian—a wondrous blend and unity of one Star Race. In our immediate history, Tarkh Perunovich was one of the White Hierarchs who influenced the names—titles—of the kings. Upon ascending to the throne of Antlan, each king adopted a name-title that was energetically linked to the White Hierarchs. If we delve deeply into the meaning of these names and feel the subtle vibrations of these name-titles, truths and insights of a higher order shall be revealed. The syllabic connections of the names of the White Hierarchs and the kings' name-titles granted them extraordinary power over the flow of primal energies and their control in both consciousness and space. In time, they consciously abandoned this luminous knowledge and began to use it for dark purposes.-- The last few kings began to take the name-title "AR," which signifies Exalted Light, as an attempt to elevate themselves above the White Hierarchs. This was a grave error, for the White Hierarchs themselves were the Exalted Light. By doing so, these kings set themselves on a path of darkness, seeking to rise in power above the Great White Council of Hierarchs on Midgard and beyond. The first among them failed to understand this mistake until it was too late… Remember this today, oh People, so it does not become too late for you. The Kings of Antlan: 1. Elros-Tarminyatur 2. Tar-Vardamir 3. Tar-Amandil 4. Tar-Elendil 5. Tar-Meneldur 6. Tar-Aldarion 7. Tar-Ancalimë 8. Tar-Anárion 9. Tar-Súrion 10. Tar-Telperien 11. Tar-Minastir 12. Tar-Ciryatan 13. Tar-Atanamir 14. Tar-Ancalimon 15. Tar-Telemmaitë 16. Tar-Vanimeldë 17. Tar-Anducal 18. Tar-Alcarin 19. Ar-Belzagar (Tar-Calmacil) 20. Ar-Abattarik (Tar-Ardamin) 21. Ar-Adûnakhôr 22. Ar-Zimrathôn 23. Ar-Sakalthôr 24. Ar-Gimilzôr 25. Tar-Palantir 26. Ar-Pharazôn @elonmusk

@jacqueboatman Thank you. I recall that for whatever reason in 2017 I remembered Andreth and Aegnor. Something in me stirred and I just wrote this. That ancient spirit of beauty transcending the time and space.

Look to the Living One while you are alive. If you wait until you are dead, you will search in vain for the vision.

When you need to keep the flame alive, you don't burn. You kindle. Then, when the time comes, the flames will reach towards the heavens. The spirit of God, kindles. Until it's time to burn. @elonmusk @realDonaldTrump

Whenever someone tells you they have experienced a moment of lucidity, of inspiration, even if only for a minute or longer, know that they have momentarily disconnected from chaotic electromagnetic waves and stepped onto the electromagnetic waves of harmony. The great ones—in our history and beyond—have often sought solitude... precisely to connect their essence to the waves of harmony. All of this is very, very simple. It is pure physics that later transitions into metaphysics. Energy is all around us, and it is neutral—we make it positive or negative according to our knowledge and abilities. Chaos is consciously created. Harmony is consciously created. Be wise and create harmony... One star will one day thank you. @elonmusk @realDonaldTrump