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Do You Live In the Black Iron Prison?
Black Iron Prison
CHINESE DEATH VAN
{Text originally from http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2007/10/19/do-you-live-in-the-black-iron-prison/, compiled by Tim Boucher}
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October 18th, 2007 at 5:41 pm
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October 21st, 2007 at 3:34 pm
Hell No! Not anymore.
October 21st, 2007 at 10:25 pm
without a doubt i live in the black iron prison, with all the slumbering souls as jailers.
i am learning to tip-toe about so as not to wake those who while away thier sentence in sleep.
it is my experience that they come up swinging when aroused.
occasionally i am greeted with a smile of familiarity and fellowship and for that i am grateful.
October 22nd, 2007 at 6:55 am
:)
October 22nd, 2007 at 6:17 pm
julia…..thanks.
and to tim and the rest, thank you also for your tolerance of the enigmatic ramblings of a confused soul.
it is truly odd to be alive in a land of……..i don`t know what.
i just find myself alive each and every day since i was a child.
the black iron prison is one way to describe it…….though jay weidner recently gave and interview whereby he felt that the 2012 thingy marks a shift in human consciousness, whereby people wake up.
george romero`s dawn of the dead movies take on an interesting perspective if you see the zombies as commuters/consumers/voters……….
October 22nd, 2007 at 6:35 pm
2012 has been officially deprecated in favor of the Super Century, the best on yet!
You need to stop wallowing in self-pity, Alistair. How bad can things be if you don’t have mobile execution units roving your streets?
October 23rd, 2007 at 1:08 am
Ah, but how can you tell that you don’t?
October 23rd, 2007 at 4:51 am
who says that we don`t?
we have units on our streets who`s sole purpose is to deprive us of our money………as marc stevens says, robbery via the barrel of a gun.
self-pity? yeah, somewhat………….but i don`t feel pity at being alive 24/7, merely astonished that others aren`t, and wonder why such a state exists.
and knowing that there are deathvans roving the streets of a nation half a world away is no consolation.
October 23rd, 2007 at 8:16 am
I’m not in it because I choose not to be in it and everyone else can choose not to also.
October 23rd, 2007 at 9:55 am
That’s what I’m talking about Ted.
How do you respond to people saying that’s just you putting your head in the sand?
October 23rd, 2007 at 11:33 am
Well, a better disparaging metaphor would be that “my head is in the clouds” definately not the sand because I have good posture and eye contact and I am outgoing and embracing of life.
But I see clearly though and not cloudy, so I guess that wouldn’t fit either. I guess I realized how powerful i am in my ability to manifest my desires. Then I realized the bars of the black iron prison are illusory and its imprisonment is by consent.
October 23rd, 2007 at 11:59 am
http://www.timboucher.com/journal/2005...e-minimum-security-black-iron-prison/
How did you realize that? What is it allowing you to do differently?
October 23rd, 2007 at 12:07 pm
Basically, I realized that inwardly, in my spirit, in my divine spark, I am God and that I have the ability to manifest this godhood outwardly. Its a decision. Doing it requires a decision and decisive action.
Risking somthing is a component of making this decision. You have to value this decision more than life itself. Fear is the biggest component of the black iron prison, I would suspect.
I think overcoming the black iron prison takes persistence too. You have to bring the world you live in under your will. Bend it to your will. Every day.
October 23rd, 2007 at 1:06 pm
I don’t believe I am God, for what it’s worth. I think it’s an important distinction, although I’m having trouble phrasing why at this exact moment. I am only responsible for what has happened to me up to a point. After that, I believe it is Grace, and my response to Grace is Thanksgiving.