The Unknown iRate Detective @ Home!

In....they don't leave but the return in the looks from far beyond!

Set in Frozen Glass!

When spite turns out to be not just an delusion

A community sits tight on one conclusion they must have and not hear the repeated cries on the ears from the innocent they once mislead as the motorways of the UK continue to be a stage for mobile prayer sessions among just a few new pop ideas.

"We've been hit...and my money is on the black eyed squint!"

"Yeah...but who composite is it?"

"Hmmm...that reminds me that sacefaine gig..."

"Yeah but he was known for that way back in the day"

"Theres been a tear..."

"What somebody tore into her"

"She getz to the services and 1 half of the couple starts running something around her stomach energy starts moving'

"I bet yah any money thats where the overly slick black haired purdy stylush hit her!"

"What is that bad?"

"Bad this beyond nasty way beyond or just as simple as being so parasitic!"

"But deer...you can't just...yoy have to....oh wairlt i suppose hold up worthy got manage to be there"

"They've got each village sewn

up on her its us who can't move an inch near her or nowhere near her!"

"So she made it to...the..."

"...chorus..."

"It was like flies on shit wunnit?"

"You've got to sort this out mate...its not just about her they are getting to all of us...a wiz by then a return and a clear attack on her energy in the middle town in traffic...just for the sake of should it be this or that?"

"Fucking joking int yah...tell you I ain't trying to provoke anything but this ain't over unfortunately.."

"It nevet is once 1 person starts stalking and that becomes a hang or a movement....its to bad its left until a whole village is either infected or affected!"

When it is not...

...amazing how...

No infact it is not amazing at all how jealousy can show up as competition when it can be experienced as an experience so  painful and sole destroying as ones mind is stolen away by damage or possible injury to ones brain which has left an internal conversation of everything and everyone being better than you!

When that is just not true

But by now it might be too late because you find yourself surrounded by those unable or unwilling to heal so nothing changes as they are stuck on repeating!

Stuck on predicting what will come about next. Even if it means pickng up the stupidest thing until they get noticed. 

Or when it gets worse it comes down to trying to take over everything around or beyond the person they do not realise they are not feeling.

They create a slavery all over again

Instead of it being about global nations it turns up as years been stolen from somebodies life as they are relentlessly stalked for absolutely no reason.

Because whether we like or not 

All of us

Everyone in this life has something go wrong or against what they actually want

We all lose at somethings

We all win at somethings

But that doesn't ever mean we have to cause a form of slavery around somebody or anybody!

I heard for some years people try and indicate to me what some men may want from me, or even some woman for that matter

But neither me or my body is chattle to anybody

Whilst the depth and violence of hundreds of years of slavery can never be compared

To be stalked has a bearing within what the history of slavery is!

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Natural Flowism

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A Freedom of Being!

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Amen!

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About to Show Up & Act as...?

"Is it ones families precision?"

It has been a few years since I visited Morocco.

Morocco was the first holiday and first time travelling abroad by myself without meeting someone I already knew at the destination. But in truth I knew I wasn't completely alone because I knew I was being stalked, and had some kind of investigative figures stalking/following 9n behind whereever I would go Uk and abroad, and to be honest that is a tail end that always feel like shit and in and of itself needs investigating because it takes a toll on me as ongoing abuses. Whether that tale end is welling or not by unknown press reporters, unknown evangalists of sorts, possible undercover Police Officers doing the good and welling meaning thankless task of finding extremely clever and stealthy dangerous criminals! It just all felt very off even though it was a trip I took alone to celebrate my own birthday. A day which I spent so many years hating let alone not wanting to ever celebrate mu birthdat just because life has felt much like no place to ever really relax or truly ever be safe enough to let my whole guard down!

Some people upon hearing that will launch into a full on monologue of blame slammed against me; you should have done this and that and shouldn't be doing this or that! If it is the one who intimately stalks the atrack will continue to be you should have stayed...you shouldn't have gone...i have a right to access to you regardless of whether you give you permission or not!

That last bit has been the longest riding piece of possibly evidence known durning this epilogue I have known since I was first forced into experiencing being stalked. An experience which began as far back as 1986/1987 when I lived in Notting Hill Gate in West London with more recent incidents and episodes emerging from2005 and becoming full blown by 2007; and again with something changing and similar intensity of previous again having episodes continuing since 2014! Which may mean given what seems like a 7 year patterning.  It maybe possible that in another 7/8 months something else again emerge, and though hopefully not... may present again as full blown episode nature of Stalking type and sub-type behaviours!?

Since the above mentioned behaviours I have been writing and publishing My Very Own Poetry Style Blogs which led me into the world of Self- Publishing my own books. Which are written as Self-Defense and Self-Healing works intended for research. As a Self-Publisher it means nothing is edited out or presented as something much more glossier than it potentially is. Though once I regain the time and energy needed I do intend to try and see if it is possible to clean up some of my previous works.

Ok, enough about my written history let me get back to why I began by recounting my holiday to Morocco. 

Certain days out and trips for me have always been purposefully taken. At difficult and different junctures in my life when I need to make particular decisions about the direction of my life. Morocco was no different especially as I had to find away to get through the holiday knowing that nosey and unwanted individuals were trying to gate crash my party as it were! Somewhere in a molesting type atmosphere I had to try and enjoy myself despite the presence of ongoing planned spite. If you can imagine going abroad to experience something new and to me new people only to find and realise an unknown stalker and an abuser who abused you possibly since school or at least since your teenage had recruited locals from London/Uk neighbourhoods to go to your holiday destination so by the time you get there the stalkers recruits are there to serve you; follow you around; you in turn - struggle to experience anything or anyone new. Well, I feel that is how bad and how far a stalker not necessarily known to me got in my life...and that as an ongoing experience Uk or abroad has been beyond fatigue and exhaustion for me over the years as I remain continually forced into dealing with experiences created by the dis-ease of others suffering from the need to Stalk!

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I was only in Morocco for a few days and initially I could not find the epiphany or restructure to the way I was thinking and feeling...prior to going on holiday and whilst being on holiday. Until, i decided to book a Quad bike trip through a part of a desert type area. Between deciding to take that Quad Bike Trip and including the trip experience it in the book I had been writing around the time I went and came back from that holidsy which recounted the fact it took me to the end of that holiday to finally realise the spiritual awakening I had been searching for...has me sat here today writing this blog!

Why?

When I took the quad bike trip that beautiful blue sky sunny day in Morocco with my very jerky style of riding...i expressed in my written work how free I felt riding a bike. Because usually if not walking I am driving a car or lorry. It felt very different not to be encased. I had also explained the awakening I during that time as I followed an instructor as he led the way for me as I rode and was sightseeing on that trip. My written work is a mix of experiencing abuses and trying to overcome them. 

Holiday and book finally over and long time finish and done with I keep moving on with my life. I do not write books for other people to take and develop their own ideas about a subject or theme of a book I have written then to come back around me and abuse me with their inability to just read a book put it down and leave it alone. I almost find it impossible to explain that since going on holiday and writing about it in a book I found myself unduly under unwanted attention of what maybe a specifically created biker community.

Whilst I like many other writer encourage people to get well and be encouraged and inspired. That is not an open invitation for anyone to rob steel or take your original ideas or forms of expression and abuse them. From since a I visited Morocco up until yesterday the 17th of July 2020. Without shame bikers many of whom are dressed in dark brown biker wear have played out what feels like a form of very passive aggressive evil. Wherever I go. Whether that is a group of girl bikers on a Friday night set up to spread out across the M20 Maidstone bound, or a batch of lone brown jackets trying to point out where I am going when I never told them where I would be!

It was getting toward the latter part of 2005 and I was beginning to feel the impact of losing my Father in a which I never thought I would as we were never close. I had by that worked for years in the haulage trying to better myself bit by bit and I had succeeded. But at a very unecessary price because though I could not articulate it at the time for what it turned out to be all the years late I knew I was being clung on too in some shape or form and I couldn't cope...and just put up a persona to get through till I could get out. It wasn't supposed to offend anybody but it is I feel where the germ of trickery may have been born and continued in some form repitation everyday every month and every years since then. Which has gone on to include the even further type in intimate intrusion of my home being broken into. Which remains unsolved!

I will say this I never joined the haulage industry to abuse or be abused! 

There are certain individuals in life who clinically cannot understand boundaries. They have not the neurological mechanical ability. 

People who stalk spend a degree of time working on and working how they use their energy to control and manipulate others to their own belief whilst other people do not need to do that.

I still do not know exactly what it was about 2014. But since that year I have had to work really hard to make sure that I do not remain at a level of suspicion which the events of that year made me feel to do. 2014 was the year I returned to work as a driver up against a horrible backlash of hate and serious attempts of what seems like very deliberately created attempts of Jealous obstructions!

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If stress paired with Attention Deficit Disorder can be seen as a fake medium then maybe some other area of psychosis made it possible for me to be sprung by a Clairaudient  ears where by I could literally be forced to hear what the people I would meet would sound like!

It has been the most exhausting and strangest unwanted experience, if im honest!

Whilst I have always been grateful to those who have managed to give me work. After making the dreadful errors of mixing work and privacy. I haven't since crossed those lines. 

To get on in this day and age in most cases you may need to have some kind of social media presence much of which does not always lead to fame and fortune. But yet again I will  emphasise that the use of social media is not an invitation to be abusive or to troll or for anyone to ve stalked.  Sadly, the more fragile in society despite their bravado seem to not realise there is no open invitation to abuse someone just because they work hard and try to get on in life!

Just like not instantly remembering someone or realising what someone's true motive is not an invitation to cause years of trickery misery and pain in someones personal private or even public life.

Who so ever started up the bikers style rally around me. STOP NOW!

If you hate what I do for a living then stop stalking to and from work and whilst I am at work specifically!

It is very simple go away and become well. You will see know need to continually play charades around me or any form of secruity I maybe forced to use.

Evidently somebody has or has tried damned hard to take advantage of not only my life but of those who are innocently so easily groomed.

There is evidently little ability of restraint among those to sick not to target a person with stalking behaviours or financial type abuses.

If you do find yourself being targeted to abuse Lavinia De Ayr/Flowism Limited/Natural Flowism Ltd you may want to DM  

@naturalflowism 

@laviniadesigns 

Such is the repetition of the history behind to Show Up & Act as...because I found on too many occassions alot of what I have been forced to experience and observe related to the appearances of too many false persona's. 

Sadly, whilst slavery is over only to often too little is recognised about the kind of enslavements stalker and their family can create! 

In my case as far as I am concerned it got way out of control in one form or the other!

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The Unknown iRate Detectives and Unknown Team Members

The Unknown iRate Detective gathers the Unknown Team Members for a very Gentle meeting...

"Think we're almost there!" TUiD

"Can't help or stop what they're doing...can they?" UTMs

"It seems like it..and that is good for us..." TUiD

"Its a tricky subject of intention and the deliberately unintended attacking a target or each other and that is an areas of what appears to be questionable probability which it is not...you know wot i mean?"

"Yeah...but keep it down because this is all Gentle remember?" UTMs

"She gone and poked in another face..." TUiD

""Where guessing she's being troubled by a vision or something because from I understand this is a pint size a child size person that sprung out and landed in front of her and was no more that knee high to her as she sat down starring at her with a blushed to fair freckled skinned face with blondish hair what is not clear is the original race or origins of the appearance...plus she now feels even more challenged by only being able to only produce an impression rather than being able to exactly accurately translate what had been seen!"  UTMs

"What erks me is if it dare be tied into any murders or on the opposite track is the face of a cupid which could be the screaming cries any time shes sees anyone...well not just anyone but blondish types especially if they have gone from ginger or blondish to being white haired and that seems to happen around more senior males im guessing?" TUiD

"Well....well done for keep gentle irate...we don't understand exactly why that been...the name Mr Metatron came up load and clear this morning and all we can do is ask for healers world wide to see if they can assist with the understanding these beings?  I can report most of is have been doing sit ins with the artists whilst she responds to our requests. We can report that she did receive a particular messages which has been in transulation and situ with her for some years. One of the strongest paets of the message came from a clear but husky voice which  said; i have to give the face the 'otherway' then another of the same voice said: it is the way she or he used to abuse me....they used to hit me? It is possible that each of the similar freckle faced kid faces produced is actually a composite of not only a victim but also possibly a pertrator rolled into one! It is possible that tjis might be a style of communication between a medium and a pyschic artist....it is possible remember for nothing here is yet or can ve taken as fact be sure, and be warned of that!" UTMs

"So who is the real fake medium?" TUiD

"Attention Deficit Disorder which can leave you so highly sensitive you see feel and hear everything!" ....

"Are we still getting the names or phrases or words which sound like "Kine-lee?" "Kindly?" "Kyle-Lyn?" TUiD

"We are still trying to deicpher each rendition. Is it a brand of fire wood? Or thosr that will not go kindly and stop riding around targeting and stalking others specifically on road? We are no clearer but are aware that it is more than likely that Clairaudiently those warning sounds? Or attempts at overt communication will remain as long as the stalking types of behaviours will remain unperturbed or removed. All of which began shortly before she moved in 2013 and once the sound began it appeared to relate to possible areas of being stalked by individuals she knew nothing about! Just shocking but that much is true!" UTMs

"Question is given a pattern of numbers to do with years does this go back to or relate as far back as 2003?" TUiD

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Hard Facts & Dominoes

Chorus;

Its never to say it didn't happen

Its never to say it didn't hurt

Verses:Sometimes))))))))

Though)))))))) its hard))))))))))

Its important)))))

To)))))) be on))))))) a particular)))))) side)))))))cause its))))))

Chorus; its never...

Its never to say it isnt true

Sometimes)))))))) you cannot understand it))))))))))

Because))))))) you tried so hard to bury it)))))))

Burying)))))))so much)))))))When you))))))) were being)))))) hurt

Then you find)))))))) yourself)))))))) attracted to the glitz of glamour)))))))) which hides your pain)))))) from being hurt again)))))))

You think your carrying on in life like  nothing has happened)))))

By the time life catches you you are illegally in trouble

You never healed

Though you may not be alone 

You have not resolved the marks))))))) put on you since birth

Chorus

Sadly not every one can teach you 

The effects rape/incest&sex abuse had on you

They tried)))))for so many years))))) to make it into an attractive industry)))))

But look at the devastation it is! 

For so many it felt too late

Like there was nothing they could do

But it is never worth saying its untrue

Hard facts and dominoes is where all the lies and denials go

Chorus and rift

Rift: its never/its never/ its never to say....

An Unknown Detective Looks on...

Their Evidence is so easy

But maybe it isn't really

Nowhere to be seen is the one they clutch so tightly as their victim

Their evidence was so easy

Their endless trips around the sky made their energy and information so light and breezy 

Some of the messages  was a voice that said used our meetings are in the sky

But no one knew why

Of course all of this is nonsense in a case so onesided where the truth is like recycled thread only to be weaved all over again!

So many players 

Without any lovers

One lynch mob of haters 

Everything at their finger tips

Yet they cannot conclude anything without causing dis-ease unease and distress in everyone they need or meet!

They target the ones who do not truly know who they are then sit back and laugh as they live off the frustration worry and expenses they have caused!

Their evidence has always been easy

For as long as life has been in existence they have caused the same drama trauma in varying degrees of violent pain over and over again with the only differing influence being the style and fashion of each of era and decade they have lived in which allows them to continually roam free again, over and over again!

Their evidence has always been they need one victim to clamp down and focus on or draw attention too....

"Yeah yeah we know the detail...but don't forget they do fail...because they do continually present with so much of their own evidence! "

So why has the willingness gone on for so long?

The willingness to entertain such pain until it gravitates to such a state that eventually there is nothing else but for it to be brought down in a spectacular way?

Intialing both sides fail but quiickly realise the gap where their failure would go unnoticed and unthwarted and with a developmental skill they negiotate there so their evidence will go unoticed pampered spoiled as they poke out the ability of anybody to stop them from succeeding!

They believed in a  philantrapy that never existed. The blatant mockery that crushed and inhibited their victims. As those with power fell weak to status and charms choosing to divide and conquer in a bid to claim societal norms

...and as the detective I have heard and watched it over and over again

Watch their victims like a horror movie scrape their lives back together again after being hit by the blatantancy of destructiveness and intrusions. The written in illegal stalking programme. Which has been written in to fits so seemlessly into the everyday comings and goings of the people they only accept if they term themselves as victims.  

Like so many I worked to solve the problems gathered all the relevance only to be met with convenient contradictions which at least on the surface seem to play right back into allowing wrong doing.

Despite their Evidence appearing so easy

But yet not factually

Only as a resident mystery!

The Detective Files....

He explained "due to his guilt you must understand his need for compliance whilst hiding inbetween the life of someone"

"Oh did he now its aload of fuckin bullshit that is..." detective spits

They're screaming at her again!

When she got here to view the place 2013. She sat on the floor and the screaming rose from beneath her!

"Ground swell was it?"

"Question is have we got to the bottom of it...that in some form shape or time frame or the other the same thing for who so ever has always been behind it all keeps happening again!"

"Yeah...yeah its that thing again you have no idea how miserable your life can get when you are forced to become the sole target of someone!"

 

"Question is...has this been about trophies or currencies all this time later?"

"Or has their alibi been their way of life...which is it?"

A Babbling Exorcism

He said; "He woke up drunk and found he'd been laid upon without his permission"

It was an expectation of terms expected to ensue him into manhood as he was expected to accept it.

A life time of unwanted 

Which was to leave him with an image of strength that would never be revealed as interrupted development  if society never found out the twisted feelings he had about himself.

Looked over and passed over in the midst of fun and jolly

Fashionable parodys which never revealed how he truly feels

No longer can hide from himself the truth about which he never wept

Until the next generation grew up and said you will never carry this on among we!

For we will fight and not necessarily by or with violence

For we understand our privilege of free will and free speech

We need not elect leaders

Because their is natural law that can guide us by

Bur if we so choose we may support leadership for the sake of what administration requires us too!

For we are not bled dry of neurological knowledge

We are aware of the distraction that abuse details to impair 

Whilst everyone will never be well which why we cannot yet state a non-violent state

We need not be afraid of our brains or what it cost maintain 

Because of our ancestors we need never be afraid

We need never be afraid to pay attention to the power of a damaged brain which if untreated can go on to steal the areas our minds need to function and behave

As for him up top as so written

He continued to live

But how many are like him?

Men raped by women

Young men living with the anger and after effects of their enforced first sexual experiences?

And what if they have found nowhere else to go are the clinging too?

Memories best forgotten when you are trying to free yourself too?

One abuser makes the other abuser if by the time you can say stop you know understand and continually make decisions to stop or contain excessive arousal away.

But what do you do when they turn up again because so long as there is none to tell or anywhere to go heal they will keep turning up again and again especially if their moving on was the ready waiting industry.

They'll turn up again to hate you especially if a stalker or troll has laid claim to yoy without health but only stealth.

Then God only knows how many will turn up ready and waiting as though your presence and your eyes are like a stage with camera and lights as they show up to act as...

Urged to Say

I am urged to share with you the following;

"That I am not the only one"

"It is just the way the town was with everyone at that time'

Said the berries on the trees which seemed to have sprung arms and legs that cuddled the branches of each tree!

This is the weirdest most random poetry i have ever seen

"Who the hell is behind it?" Said 1 detective to another

"A Fake Medium" replied a reporter

"Oh, we are being surrounded by minims" exclaimed the other

Another Rant by The Apparent Unknown DCi!

Infront of Team 'TUiDCi!' Continues to rant....

"Can you imagine being forced to live the reality of life as an act?"

"Think will yah?"

"What kind of persons or crimes can present or hide behind that?"

"Can't you imagine their planning...oh if someone or something requires it...then with complete flippancy and God syndrome idealology we can turn up and pretend to be it....just sitting or standing there they plan to just turn up and fake it...which in itself is more than possibly dangerous...let alone that being carried out without any comprehension of the potential damage that can be done to everyone. Unlike the depth of a blues song they show no ability to understand what damage can be done yet the continual frustration  such a contrived situation... which can only... all to easily... unfortunately cause a possible situations of complete and utter aggravation to anyone or to all unwittingly forced to be affected by those showing up to act as ...?"

The Unknown irate DCi!

I don't care if it is in or out!

Corruption can't hide no more!

Nobody is as sick as before!

I am here 0900 like donkey

I am here 1000 like turkey

What you want from me now?

You want me to fly like one dead bird  and gwan like scuttle fish hmmm...?

On the fringes of show business lay a very dark secret the illnesses of a need and a certain type of greed which had been filtered to the street like games...played consectively with no care or feeling without and without anyone suspecting.

Feathered somewhere between a computer hacker and everyones elses personnal data 

"Who kills people by the means of trying to tell people something, or a specigic someone something...i know i am being stalked...help me....help me " she screams

"This is a case about which kind or type of stalker is doing or organising the stalking?"

"Which type of stalker" said one detective to the other.

"Which kind of thought is the stalkers brain stuck on?" said 1 neurologist to another

"Is it a name, prediction, or place that the murderer is trying to put a link on?"

It had become the game of many pubs and clubs; as to what was the ghost writer (non-specific) behind Natural Flowism going to come up with next if anything but a bunch of nonsense fiction

I woke up and every nerve of mine spoke

As I woke a shock like a quote screamed and sprang from my body looking like a bed with a mattress full of loose springs.

My days had changed. No more hammering it round the M25. Things have once again become calm. Home felt like a very well labelled laundry room. Stark and bare since I sold off all my art work collections, and designs to nowhere 

Several couples from the country contacted me and we struck up a currently non-existent deal. They had between them several shops but had struggled to maintain new ideas. Once i began printing and making my designs they could see their way through what I had made. Theie complete business was complete as mine came up for sale.

They found my collections completely inspiring realising how many businesses and product lines they could make by adding my creations to their unusual things for sale

You will have to excuse me he said

"You still driving around dem mash grapes?"

"Eh" she said

"Formented you mean innit?"

"So which fackin murders is it, eh?" Asked the Detective at the Head of the investigations

"A number of them ave donnit so stop facking me about!" He screamed

"A number of them were let go and a number of cults ave started ever  tried tackerling it as sucide arranged as a murder? Are you fucking listening to me?" He howls at his crew and team

"Somebody must ave something... i have got a feeling that somebody has grown an alternative assisted suicide thing...you know what i mean?"

Tiny Turquoise Roof!

It came in phases

A Designers Release

Put the room back together 

Bit by bit

Finally finding Clarity

As the brown boxes are torn to bits

I could finally see what it is!

Finally beginning to see it

And it is not that bad!

I don't need to hold on to anything that does not make me glad!

I hate him

For the years of bragging and blagging about what he did to my life!

Success and Jealously don't do it for me

There has been something more underneath that no one was willing to believe

Choked in green velvet

Burped on pink silk

Wrapped in cellophane

The continuous mind games

As they turn up all days

And isolate

To replay

The mind game

Of walking alone in the street again!

To enjoy the day they think they have won

Only to be gathered up and taken to a place where they can never stalk again

One man started something

And all day everyday they turn up on each street

Just to show up and act as...?

To Show Up and Act as...?

They hold on so tightly

The all assuming eye

No regrets about letting go

Unlikely earths elements rippling by

They have no feelings of regret

The evil who live for physical pleasures

Thrifting on the young and innocent

As they begin to try and make their own way in life!

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You hold on so tightly

Like as if there is no love in the world anymore

Broken into the unknown

By a brain that could never function as whole

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You never new your own guliability to the cruelty you were forced to face

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Buried in a negativity of a truth you may have never been told

Then to continue to be 

You yourself are or are made to look cruelly stripped of all sensitivity which will have spared you the riddicule of the very pain you maybe once knew

But is any of that really possible or true?

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It can be difficult to believe that any person can be so cruel

Because we ourselves have been seemingly almost blindsided into believing all good must be tender and leave us only feeling good 

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As if almost setting us up against those who display a litany of warning signs of the shock and pain that will come our way?

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A possible clockwork machine of many layers of people willing to lie to see that with what we had been naturally given we may never correctly use?

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Layers upon layer of those who indecently abuse

Have no empathy or sensitivity toward anybody but for nothing they are enslaved to the belief of the worth of currency 

As distant healers fight and wrestle with the energy of justice and the contradictions it makes who by myth the energy of Gods have Love for each and every baby child they sent to this life with the ability of empathy or not!

As distant healing wrestles to keep from the myth of a satan their innocents even in apparent complete guilt in the light and darkness of evidence

There is a myth of a God who cries equally bereft of those who to them are always as innocent as the innocent lives they made bled?

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Bled are the days which may have been truly lived in by appearances a happy daze

Beneath endurancy of duty put above choice and real depth of feeling for a freedom unrelentlessly avoided

Soaked in a journey which never truly existed

As to turn up and act as...

Somehow took over society's best wishes

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Flagrant in colours so dull and yet so bold

Given over to eras of sickness before modern day neuro scientist's could see a way forward which would heal the human being into a much more truthful vision of health to behold

Beyond being stuffed behind a lack of knowledge which created terms in history known as 'revolutionary' as ignorance and a lack of understanding unfolded!

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Somewhere in the dark edges of society is a mind that will never let go of anybody or never concede to what is defeat

Horribly convinced there was no need to feel by their very own opthalmology of deceit 

"Oh, I can't see and don't need to feel" they sayeth

Some trained by their abusers to never contact their empathy or memories so the abuser can take form in society and live freely?

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An anguish which cannot be fooled

As on lookers thirst is equally cruel

As are the things which block out  

Treating the body like a piece of cast iron that could never be shaken or broken

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A constant need to the destroy the mind before it could think to help itself touch itself or truly feel what those who they abused really see or really feel

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It feels like it fits into the myth of a non existent abominable sin

Bewildered in not even a delusion but a brain which cannot seemingly comprehend what kind of pain it is in and has left others with

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One abuser does one as one abuser tries to create another one driven by the nothing which has created everything yet the runaway wreck feeling is lived to its fullest in the attempt to create an everlasting tale to show up and act as...?

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