“Ashes, ashes, they (we) all fall down…” variation for nowadays… “Missiles, Missiles, they all fall down…”

Ring-a-round the Rosie,
A pocket full of posies.
Ashes! Ashes! (Missiles, Missiles)
We all fall down!

Now at falling down we all must giggle and laugh and feel good about everything…


It’s a bit surreal to see our time(s) represented right here in the genuine wafting of records throughout the centuries. For the tightly woven threads connecting? Certainly really run throughout the span of time described as our walk upon this planet. And this is a crucial moment, each and every bit as vital and of end result, as any instances of our past excursions within our history…

The forces via for control are arrayed, the chessboard is pregnant with ominous strikes of brilliant import; these, our times, are no longer shrouded in the fog of City of London-Wall Street’s necromancy’s crass business client spending; the self-imprisoning and debt-perpetuating fiat savings playing cards are subsequently overextended and used incorrectly within battle and being known as, “What is your GDP?” and or as with children talking about their dads, “My GDP (Dad) is stronger than your GDP (Dad)!”

Sadly GDP means nothing. Never has and never will & there are a bunch of GDP type illusions that we are endowed with as an over abundance of propagandization…

Side note: It is appalling actually to see what was during an era of bubonic plaque and a real issue, not a game, be played out within modern society within schools all over the western world as a game. This was a real situation and not a propaganda toolized and idolized weapon of the masses. Yet, it is still a “thing” as you can see by the video in modern times. Fairy tales and such are reality within their own eras. They were based upon life at the time and so many times in our modernity, we exploit our children. Not with reality and why these fairy tales and songs were embraced at that time, but watered them down and created games from what was…

Okay, back to the article…

Entire countries “wide and present” (are change agreements affecting billions and billions of humans) are crumbling as the sensible and knowledgeable international locations rush to be part of BRICS’s. A now unstoppable momentum of the new era within history. And these in the comprehend recognize the fact of the matter. The lies and obfuscations that underpin the Western military/currency juggernaut are in the manner of having all of their putrid air released, and like a tiny needle touching a massive balloon, it will come to omit itself quickly enough…

“Ashes, ashes, they all fall down…”

To be alive in ancient based and influenced moments like these…

I do hope human beings will pay interest and as in a position to endeavor to be members in influencing, in my view and jointly embrace these modern occasions unfolding? So that to properly inform the future whom survives of the whole human race. To inform of truth, not lies…

These are the stakes, this is a common second, third, fourth and or how many chances? In which to correct what we always become. What we always strive to be destined to work toward? What we always seem to dishevel and leave in shambles…

To be alive, to chronicle these weighty things, even as they unfold before our eyes…

Ring-a-round the Rosie,
A pocket full of posies.
Ashes! Ashes! (Missiles, Missiles)
We all fall down!

Now at falling down we all must giggle and laugh and feel good about everything…


I guess maybe you will say to yourself something like, “What? and Why is this writer an idiot?”

It, my thoughts, unfold from days ago as I watch an amazingly beautiful female eagle. The ruler of the skies around our lake. She has been for several years growing up and is almost completely white. She survived the mamma eagle I have talked about in the past and now has taken the reigns of the matriarchy of the lake area…

While I have found this power struggle that ensued over the years as fascinating and enveloping to embrace? I realize that for this white mamma eagle it was a pure survival and ruling the skies of her existence…

I realize that life is just a circle…

Thus, we watch upon our planet a similar situation. A amazing changing and or an attempt at changing, of the guard so to speak…

Us humans believe we are special. We believe that we control our destiny? We have a very elated opinion that only we bestowed upon ourselves. An opinion that is not well deserved, yet well presented as our right upon this planet in our existence…

It is interesting and obvious that we alone on the Earth, think we are deserving of our elated opinion. Yet, it seems that we are the only ones on the planet that feel this way and we are not alone. It is just that, we are so easily manipulated and so into our worthiness of whom we think we are? That we are the most easily manipulated animal that there has probably ever been created…

The white eagle does not and did not have a evil vs good situation. We do! She simply as per nature, becomes and or dies…

Now, we as with the same paradoxical situation…

We either become or die!

So a thousand years from now? Will the schools have children hold hands in a circle and chant and sing…

Ring-a-round the Rosie,
A pocket full of posies.
Missiles, Missiles
We all fall down!

Now at falling down we all must giggle and laugh and feel good about everything…

WtR
PS: I guess maybe you will still say to yourself something like, “What? and Why is this writer an idiot?” – yet we must “Become” or we will die!

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.