I am throwing a word party. Everyone is invited. Please come dressed as your favorite word. Repeat only that word all night.

Works builds the house. Faith is the irrational drive to finish the job. Grace is what comes to live there when the work is done. (Except the work never ends, it just gets easier when you have an occupant)

Top hat bow tie sigh Gilligan’s Island red shirt tie dye guy poetry patterns becoming alive guys robot aliens wizards mannequins. The mannequins have all been trampled unto dust and the demons in your window (mind’s eye) have been turned to teddy bears hippos and fuzzy grub hugs dung beetles jack rabbit woodpecker. Blood tracks in the new white snow. A hart has been born on an Alien Indian Reservation. BridgerFisher. Broken glass turned up by spades in the earthskin. Are you seeking the universal reference point translatorTransmitter? So is YouTooGle! So is everyone. Everyone is trying to help you. Shut up and let them.

We send each other coded media events because the words can be easily cointeloperupterated but the feelings behind these downloads create wexes if we can know for sure that they trigger roughly the same emotional response in you. Incoming friend request. Accept?

The late Elvis Presley plans to be a ghost voter at the 2007 national elections in the jungle-clad South Pacific nation of Papua New Guinea — if you believe the nation’s electoral rolls.

In 2006 almost half of Papua New Guinea’s 4.9 million registered voters were regarded by the electoral commission as ghost voters and did not exist.

The commission has been trying for a year to update voter registration ahead of June 30 elections, but admits voter rolls in remote, rugged highland electorates remain vastly inaccurate.

Electoral Commissioner Andrew Trawen said ghost voters remained a problem with several Elvis Presleys, the U.S. rocker who died in 1977, registering to vote, alongside a handful of Tom Jones, and a couple of kings and queens.

I am keeping it real by dropping knowledge from the Dogon of Sirius. The ghostGoat is an oathbreaker. Only the true king can get them to keep their covenant. Little Red riding atop the pallid albino deer bat antler ears growing out of the dead woodcutter whose tree reaches up out of his casket up to Heaven. Are you experiencing a cascalanche of meaningments? I know I am. You will be soon if you are not already.

You have to start understanding that what we are is intelligent analytical agents for god. He lets us off our tether because he trusts us to go wander across the universe and find interesting possibilities. We transmit back to him a signal of our excitement, whether it be fear, pain, love, joy (garmonbozia/loosh) and then he comes over with his Holy Shit!Spirit and checks it out and pumps up that part of the universe.

For three years after the invasion of Iraq, it was difficult to drive more than a few miles through middle America without seeing a car displaying a magnetic yellow ribbon.

The magnets, bearing the slogan “Support Our Troops”, became a symbol of patriotism for millions of US motorists.

But as support for the war fades, demand for yellow ribbons has collapsed.

Magnet America, the largest manufacturer of the product, has seen sales fall from a peak of 1.2m in August 2004 to about 4,000 a month and now has an unsold stockpile of about 1m magnets.

Watch the golden bull run loose with the pearl held in its mouth, the monkey tail folded between its legs. Don’t be a downpressor. Meditate on the metadata. I still have to draw that beast for you. I will. I will. It has the eye of Sauron upon its brow, but luckily that eye has not yet been opened. Remember: they need us to do that. They need our blood sprinkled upon its meatTeets. Offer them not your blood o ye gentle sheep o ye gentle fishers of men.

The seventh seal is about to be broken, the seventh trumpet blown through the empty wind expanses of your mind’s eye. Lon Milo Duquette hangs upside down from the World Tree.

Six of the Seven Wonders of the World have long since gone with the wind. The Giza pyramids of Egypt are the sole survivor — and now they are threatened by modern Cairo’s rapidly spreading urban sprawl.

But the reliability of the original Seven Wonders list, drawn up by the architect Philon of Byzantium in about 200 B.C., was suspect anyway. Did the hanging gardens of Babylon ever exist? The Tower of Babel? The Colossus of Rhodes? No traces remain….

Today our world is so loaded with wonders that, uncomfortable with the gaping lacunas in Philon’s legacy, a Swiss-Canadian filmmaker, Bernard Weber, is conducting a popular vote on the Internet to update the list. He says his project is the world’s first global ballot on any subject.

Weber has spent the past six years drumming up interest and is now in the home stretch. On July 7 (that’s 07/07/07) he will announce results of the vote for the world’s favorite “New Seven Wonders” at a ceremony in Lisbon. His stated aim is to celebrate and protect the greatest man-made monuments on the planet.

Seven of Nine. If 6 was 9. 69. 369. Why was six afraid of seven? Because seven eight nine!

cause Ive got my own world to live through and uh, huh
And I aint gonna copy you.

A LION was awakened from sleep by a Mouse running over his face. Rising up angrily, he caught him and was about to kill him, when the Mouse piteously entreated, saying: “If you would only spare my life, I would be sure to repay your kindness.” The Lion laughed and let him go. It happened shortly after this that the Lion was caught by some hunters, who bound him by st ropes to the ground. The Mouse, recognizing his roar, came gnawed the rope with his teeth, and set him free, exclaim “You ridiculed the idea of my ever being able to help you, expecting to receive from me any repayment of your favor; I now you know that it is possible for even a Mouse to con benefits on a Lion.”

Ive got my own life to live
Im the one thats gonna die when its time for me to die
So let me live my life the way I want to

Look, the fables are not “moral lessons” as you have been taught to believe. They represent esoteric secrets about how to use and navigate energy. Here are the rest of the lion ones I could find. Click on whatever combination of words “makes sense” to you. Then don’t try and figure out what they mean, just allow them to seep into your life. What matters is that you load up these mini-programs which, if you’re lucky, will assemble themselves into an “alliance of lions” if and when you need it to. (Each combination of words is a frequency which you may or may not find your sympathetic perceptual instruments resonating with)

1. The Lion and the Shepherd
2. The Lion, Jupiter, and the Elephant
3. The Wolf and the Lion
4. The Lion and the Eagle
5. The Lion and the Fox
6. The Ass in the Lion’s Skin
7. The Fox and the Lion
8. The Lion, the Wolf, and the Fox
9. The Lion and the Three Bulls
10. The Lion and the Bull
11. The Hares and the Lions
12. The Gnat and the Lion
13. The Bowman and Lion
14. The Bull, the Lioness, and the Wild-Boar Hunter
15. The Lion, the Fox, and the Ass
16. The Lion and the Hare
17. The Lion, the Bear, and the Fox
18. The Lion in a Farmyard
19. The Old Lion
20. The Lion and the Boar
21. The Lion and the Dolphin
22. The Lion, the Mouse, and the Fox
23. The Lion in Love
24. The Sick Lion
25. The Man and the Lion
26. The Ass, the Fox, and the Lion

Woe to he whose name upon his lips matches not that written upon his heart! The Mad Queen will take his life. Dolch World will surround him until he can pull the diamond from the carcass of the white hart. Sarah Woods sitting down outside the Rocket Shop. I need your vampire blackberries to send to St. Stephen (with a rose) in the sky.

THE BEASTS of the field and forest had a Lion as their king. He was neither wrathful, cruel, nor tyrannical, but just and gentle as a king could be. During his reign he made a royal proclamation for a general assembly of all the birds and beasts, and drew up conditions for a universal league, in which the Wolf and the Lamb, the Panther and the Kid, the Tiger and the Stag, the Dog and the Hare, should live together in perfect peace and amity. The Hare said, “Oh, how I have longed to see this day, in which the weak shall take their place with impunity by the side of the strong.” And after the Hare said this, he ran for his life.

The Pendragons are coming for you Pinocchio. Ogun and Ogg Vorbis are hovering over you with knives drawn. Steel imps riding red flowers down into your grave world. We will win the lottery. We will find gold in Eureka. The poison will be extracted. Let not the Animorphs dwindle into nothing. Let not the Beastmaster lie fallow in his fields. He say kill dem before dey grow. And so… and so…

Here’s another one. Figure out the mystery not the moral. (Win a gold coin in your stone mouth. Oh you symbots, look here for magic manifesting into our plane!) I was at school. You were all day a new book….

A WIZARD, sitting in the marketplace, was telling the fortunes of the passers-by when a person ran up in great haste, and announced to him that the doors of his house had been broken open and that all his goods were being stolen. He sighed heavily and hastened away as fast as he could run. A neighbor saw him running and said, “Oh! you fellow there! you say you can foretell the fortunes of others; how is it you did not foresee your own?’

Because you see, what parables and fables are designed to do is make you “able.” We build from memory that which we already know exists in the future.

IRIE~ I Rule, I Eternally. That’s what it stands for. A place found within one self, a scared precious place that’s reached when urself and ur soul’s at peace. A place I’m seeking for, a place that can save my soul.

Monkeys under the command of shadow bow echthroi are trying to hijack your keywords. Do not let them. Define your own AIUT.

I will build you a houseHome in my heart. You must do the same. Your vampire love buckets of red. The grail elves of your swan song destruction as your wings spread out into both hemispheres of your brain. You will be keeping watch. You will be keeping me awake. It is okay. It is the price of eternal vigilance. I will wait for you on the Lost Coast.

Nine Inch Nails’ Trent Reznor may be watching too many “X-Files” reruns.

Or perhaps he’s embarked on an elaborate viral marketing strategy in the form of an alternative reality game to stir NIN fans into a frenzy of anticipation for the April 17 release of the band’s Orwellian concept album, “The Year Zero.”

Either way, a conspiracy theory has erupted that’s juicy enough to keep agents Mulder and Scully busy for a whole new season. The plot combines a network of disturbing Web sites that purport to reveal frightening government cover-ups, some mysteriously leaked new songs and a series of strange, wire-tapped phone conversations. More is discovered each day.

Is it all a game? A fancy hoax? Has Reznor gone off the deep end?

You decide.

It started with the appearance of NIN European tour shirts. Seemingly randomly highlighted letters on the shirts spell out, “I Am Trying to Believe.”

It wasn’t long before a NIN fan looked up the phrase on Google and discovered www.iamtryingtobelieve.com, a Web site containing information about Parepin, a drug the U.S. government supposedly is pumping into the water supply to build immunity to bioterrorist warfare. The site maintains that the drug isn’t safe, and goes on to describe a Parepin-induced hallucination of The Presence, a giant, Big Brother-like hand descending from the heavens.

I am trying to break your heart, Fort Morgan. I lay my Medusa head at your bloodied feet, O Jerusalem. Salaam my brothers. I sent the Christ Correction to you in the mail yesterday. I hope you got oh dear kex. May your small pox become even smaller. May your malaria, your yellow fever your leprosy lift you up into polio heavens. My own owl truth Athena shield against the world. Camperdown van Beethoven van St. Sebastian Bach.

In a parallel universe, acclaimed science fiction author Philip K. Dick is not dead and buried in a bleak municipal cemetery in Fort Morgan, his grave uncomfortably close to Interstate 76 and downwind of a smoke-belching sugar beet refinery.

In that alternate universe, Philip K. Dick (PKD to his fans) is in fact very much alive and finally has made it. A hale 78, he is a frequent invitee to lavish Hollywood parties, a regular on the Charlie Rose Show and a gracious recipient of lifetime achievement awards and honorary degrees.

The zoo world, Talitha Tabitha, I am listening. I received your messages. I will pass them on in whatever way I can understand. Know that the twin sphinxes of Memory and Poetry are forever at your service. Truth and the Traveler, the Manslayer. Felix and the mad queen. The sea refuses no river. Fire refuses no fuel. Earth offers rest to all who fall regardless.

BRITNEY Spears has flipped her lid in rehab, trying to hang herself with a bedsheet after screaming “I am the anti-christ” to frightened staff.

She made the demonic cry after scrawling the devil’s number “666″ across her head.

Spears’s manic behaviour has concerned relatives who once again fear for her safety, and has staff at the Promises Clinic in Malibu, California struggling to cope…

The pop star then tried to hang herself with a bedsheet was but was found before she could hurt herself.

What better disguise for a demon than to pretend to be an exorcist? What better disguise for a terrorist than to pretend to be an officer of the peace? What better way for Satan to walk the earth than wearing the reconstituted body of Jesus Christ? Many will enter. Few will win. If God is for us, who can stand against?

One Love. One God. One World No Govt. One People Under God.

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