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The Mark Of The Beast

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And sometimes it seems as if the world is going to hell in a hand basket these days when one reads the headline news of the day. Where is the world headed?  And on this day finds itself as Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving Day, #boycottblackfriday or Buy Nothing Day in that country of North America. And Occupy Wall Street and Black Lives Matter are still moving fast.  And there’s something about #Paris, #PrayForParis, #passports #refugees and the worlds growing focus on Jerusalem that’s been in the news a lot lately and posted all over social media, or at least Facebook, the past few days.  So much that I thought to recycle these passport blog posts again in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blagh whenever blaghers block possible. Pray For The World

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“And he causeth all, both great and small, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark on their right hand, or in their foreheads. And no man might buy or sell, save he had the mark of the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man, and his number is six hundred three score and six.” rev. 13.
 
And after what seems like millennials of blogging away on this blog, I don’t know what compels me to keep attempting to blagh away on this blog every so often whenever I am able to except for the sake of whoever could be reading this blagh and that attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blogs whenever social media web 2.0 user generated content bloggers block possible, that now gives everyone the opportunity to blagh away in social media web 2.0 land. And there is always that question of what to blog about on any given current event headline news random thoughts day. And so in between reading about black lives matter events, articles with titles that read Here’s Definitive Proof Gentrification Is Racist, As Told By A Participating Brooklyn Landlord, East New York Residents Demand Relief From Gentrification’s Tightening Grip, Beekeepers see 42% of US honeybee colonies die off in a single year, 27 Powerful Images That Sum up How Smartphones Are Ruining Our Lives and other headline news stuff, I came across someones post in facebookland complaining about immigration, illegal aliens, detentions, customs, border patrol and passport problems that reads something like:

“Well there are worse things than getting deported back to such and such place. I suppose I’m not meant to return to such and such place quite yet…?

“The border control guards also seem to find it incomprehensible that someone would travel so much. Telling her that I was just back home in such and such place and then at a such and such event and then at a such and such event made no sense to her. “You were just in such and such place too!” she said accusingly and told me to stop lying when I told her that airfare is $300-$400 cheaper from such and such place to such and such place if you travel thru such and such place & then hop on such and such airplane.”

“Ha, such and such person, looks like that just might happen. Except that they probably wouldn’t even let me commute. auch and such person, I think I’m on a list of people who were refused entry but it seems this is quite common now. Big flag is that there’s a cross over the stamp I got at the such and such Airport. Doing research, however, it seems it would be a bigger flag if I “lost” my passport & got a new one.”

“Border patrol guard cut me off when I started to say something about applying for a visa at the such and suck embassy, declaring, “Why would you go to the embassy? It has nothing to do with the embassy. We make the decisions.” And there seems to be so many stories online of artists who have proper visas but they were denied entry despite all their legal papers. At any rate, it seems I have to find someone to clear out my flat in such and such place since I can’t afford to pay for it and fly back to such and such place. Or such and such place. Or wherever might have more options.”

And I’m pretty sure the list of border you can’t be free to travel where ever you want to in this world because we say so patrol horror stories goes on and on….

And this was enough to make me want to repost this post about passport problems that I posted on this blog awhile ago. And I have blogged about this topic before in times past. No one is free when others are oppressed. And what if anything does this have to do with No Police State.

The Passport

And so this seems to be yet another one of those recycle this blog posts that I find myself posting on this blog every so often these days…
For what reason is the number of that passport immigration law that prohibits freedom of travel amongst humanity anywhere on planet earth, and that Section 666 Social Security Act, cashless society, national I.D., the number of your name to receive any state services and everything else in between thing, 666? Is this that save no man that he may buy or sell except that he have the mark of the beast thing in the book of Revelations. Is this written in prophecy somewhere. Did George Orwell or Nostradamus predict this? Is that a coincidence or on purpose that this law has the same number of that beast thing. And who or what is the beast, and what is that mark on ones right hand or forehead. What does that mark represent or mean, if anything. And what’s up with that UPC bar code photo that I placed in this blog entry. And for what reason do all universal product codes contain this number. What the heck does that mean? Is that the number of the beast, the number of man? And what’s that New World Order, Verichip and RFID tag thing all about. Big Brother, Brave New World and technology are here and that’s a whole another blog posting. And I have heard so many green card immigration nightmare stories about green card marriages, lotteries and green card everything else in between. Of people leaving a country and not being able to return for whatever reason. And the stories of loss of life while crossing a border, whether by land or sea. And for what reason are there boarders, divisions, restrictions, barriers and territories of land in this world. And for what reason are people not free to travel anywhere in the world without the permission of someone else. Who invented this concept. Is it possible to undo this passport, visa, citizenship, where are your papers to come here law so that everyone can be free to travel anywhere in this world. For what reason does this concept exist. And who is a foreigner. Aren’t we all strangers in this land. Is another world possible. No one is free when others are oppressed. It is Sunday today, day of God, a day of rest. Or is that Saturday, the Sabbath, Sabado. And what does this have to do with a No Police State?

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Life And Death

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The only thing constant is change. Some stories do not end as you expect and everything happens for a reason.  And it is the grim reaper that people seem to be born to die and some are cursed at birth and one can only play with the cards they are dealt with. You take a deep breath and you jump and you hope that there is water at the bottom of the pool when you land. And there is someone who will not always be there. And the memory of you is forgotten. It is the saddest story ever told. And a bunch of other sayings and philosophies on this blogging day. And so this day seems as if it wants to post that poem below that has found itself on this blog sometime a while ago in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blogwhenever blaghers block possible.

I am no Queen
I sit a widow and shall see sorrow
I kannot walk any further
my journey may end here
there are no words to take away the pain
to replace a person who is gone
my eyes are dim and heavy with grief
I kannot close them
I do not wish to see the darkness they hold
this thing which I have greatly feared
has come upon me with trembling
kausing all my bones to shake
I am scared with dreams and terrified
with visions of what will my funeral be like
when I die today at this very moment
will there be a funeral
who will come and who will pay
will they eulogize me and what will they say
leave me to sit and decay
make me your centerpiece in a chair dressed up dead
preserve me with spices, mummify me
let the birds of the air pluck me
the beast of the field tear me
till I be consumed by maggots and
dust and fly away when I die
there hath been no greater love than
that which hath been
it is the sound of Rachael mourning for
the children that never were
no one to comfort her
no where to wail lament save the ocean
why died they not from the womb
why died they not the breast prevent them from suck
why died they not the knees prevent them
why died they not give up the ghost that
no light shine upon this day
cursed be the man that saith the child is born this day
it is the wake of a funeral procession about to begin
it was a sunny day that day across the street from the graveyard
and we all laid down in our coffins to die

Have a great life, death and poetry day.  

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