thank you, dear ahh, thank you, banksy!!

israel foreshadows, when it accuses others of some heinous atrocity it is broadcasting its own next war crime.   within days, israel will drop its worst bio weapon over gaza, & every legacy news outlet will accuse hamas of having released it upon their own people.   the west, horrified, never sick of deception, will lap it up.  bernays, father of myriad atrocities, may some small few catch you up.

dear ahh, bless you, 🪽 bless gaza,🕊️ syria, iran, the levant, africa,🙏🏿 the global majority, bless mother & china, & globalsouth.co.  🕊️

the antichrist, its viper tongue morphs, a whip before our eyes, now an ouroboros covering its tracks.  around abound those lost in its serpent eyes, thank God the global majority hold truth, hard won & golden discern evil from divine.

what you are doing, dear ahh, is holding open the way to heaven’s gate. 🙏🏿  i pray your hand, your foot are not too sore or broken.  please, guard yourself as you guard us.

when i pray, which is often now, i see your angels over gaza, & the hospital…i see your tears, may they help lift those angels heaven bound.  other than your voice, & the other voices here, i am alone.  people, strangers now,  email me the garbage spewed by the vipers, believing every word & wanting me to know how mistaken & misled i am.  surrounded by souls emptied no longer capable of discerning the viper’s fork from truth i think of gaza, of assad, wisely leaving his children as his father had left him, & putin going forth prepared, our soleimani now,  xi fixed like jade translucent  in the light yet firmly holding our future’s brew.  in these darkest days the courage of gaza is our beacon now.  blessings.

dear ahh, i marvelled he managed to dodge the line this long, yet he always seemed to glide with skater’s ease.   gaza though has shifted the axis, our globe has rotated & south is north forevermore.

i haven’t subscribed to the guardian for some time.  the stepkids love it still so their links have been my rare entry in to savour steve bell’s art.  agreed, his work will be one of the few true art pieces to survive empire’s last days.  city’s very own otto dix.   alongside banksy.

when i first heard putin refer to the anglo saxon…i stopped, searched the text, & yes, that was the descriptor.  what?  how can that begin to adequately cover the ground?  i spent some long mornings on a sodden log gazing out @ our fuku grifted waters pondering why a master of legal documents & devilish details would so eloquently shift from ‘my learned partner’ to anglo saxon rather something more exact.  putin invariably is decades ahead.  i suspect when he & xi met prior to the olympic games these events were already gamed.

thank you, dear ahh.  you are god’s messenger, from night’s dross you divine the nuggets & therein change the light in our world, from the unknown darkness with your help we return to dawn’s early light. 🙏🏿

dear grieved, thank you.  this dimension has given me, as well as everyone i’ve shared it with, a way to ascend rather than wholly tumble through this apocalypse.

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friday the 13th 2023.  empire announces it intends to bomb gaza to micro dust, it has been decreed israel is entitled, owed an oven baked genocide & to cover the interest owing it will cleanse its new eden’s tunnels with a biblical flood to drown any surviving palestinian.   every woman, child or male attempting to escape it will bomb @ the exits.  exodus is always fraught.  this with the blessings of all vassals & subjects.  palestinians are not human, despite dna they are neither semitic nor human.

mbz welcomes empire to use its bases in defence of  israel.   mbz sat in the front row of the saint petersburg’s forum.  he’s been working with china on several development projects.  i am more than confused.  but i guess once a viper always a viper.

dear ahh, you are so right, thank you for all you bring & with it sage counsel.  yes, the fog is thick & we must proceed with caution.  i was surprised to learn alistair was/is mi6.   unlike american retired agents, he never presented it as a calling card, brit self effacement no doubt.

dear amarynth, you are in my thoughts, my prayers.🙏🏿🕊️

i was told by an oncologist when my beloved departed, ‘each death is unique, no death is like any other & i’ve seen thousands.’

grief too is unique, yet another fingerprint, this upon our soul.  for it is a voyage through our soul to our beloved & through our beloved to God.

my beloved is closer now than before.  but when he departed i couldn’t feel him.  we had been so in tune with each other to know what the other was doing, thinking, dreaming, where they were without words or a glance. we had assumed that would never be broken, not even in death but that it would always be connected & intact.

when i explained to a healer that i couldn’t see or feel him,  she told me, matter of factly, ‘he’s there, you just aren’t picking up on it.  you’re too caught up in yourself.’

i left the session angry.   @ the first crosswalk i stopped for a trunk turning, old & beat up & completely unfamiliar but welcoming in the way of old slippers or some forgotten towns.  the driver was a very pretty very young woman, absolutely happy.  she had glida hair & a gilda smile.  she rolled her window all the way down & shouted across to me, ‘hello there!  is your name emerson?’

i simply nodded, shocked for all sorts of reasons.

gilda leaned out of her window & handed me a bouquet of 2 dozen mercedes roses.  ‘then here—these are for you.’

i continued to stand there.  she leaned further out the window–‘i don’t know why but i suddenly had a compulsion to buy them & give them to a woman named emerson.  i thought it might be hard to find you but it was dead simple.’  & she laughed & drove away.

my beloved departed always gave me flowers on friday.  & yes it was a friday.  & on a very special friday, he brought 2 doz mercedes roses almost as perfect as those.

after that he has never been anywhere but with me, closer than we ever were.

blessings, dear amarynth.

exodus, boilerplate empire: cherokee nation, india, pakistan, vietnam, uganda.   egypt, must feel the snap snap of irony.  signature empire, getting rid of a problem & dealing payback all in one.

from this day forward i vow whenever i see, hear or think of gaza i shall see palestine restored, whole, like mariupul, rich & green again, gardened with people relaxing on its lawns.