Mind Games

We're playing those mind games together,
Pushing the barriers planting seeds,
Playing the mind guerrilla,
Chanting the Mantra peace on earth.

We all been playing those mind games forever,
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil,
Doing the mind guerrilla,
Some call it magic the search for the grail.

Love is the answer and you know that for sure.
Love is a flower you got to let it grow.

So keep on playing those mind games together,
Faith in the future out of the now,
You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas,
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind.

Yeah we're playing those mind games forever,
Projecting our images in space and in time.

Yes is the answer and you know that for sure.
Yes is surrender, you got to let it go.

So keep on playing those mind games together,
Doing the ritual dance in the sun,
Millions of mind guerrillas,
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel.

Keep on playing those mind games forever,
Raising the spirit of peace and love.

(I want you to make love, not war
I know you've heard it before)

John Lennon, 1973

About this song

This song was written in 1969 during the recording sessions of Let It Be, the last album of the Beatles, released in 1970, and was originally entitled "Make Love Not War" as in the famous hippy motto. The title changed after Lennon read a book called Mind Games: The Guide of Inner Games he enjoyed so much he told his author, Robert Master, he was a big fan.

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Identified Flying Objects

I'm super pissed off at all the misled who bought into the propaganda of the genuine official “fake news” providers who, amongst other things, strongly believe in global warming caused by human activity rather than a major consequence of geoengineering ops including the spraying of hazardous chemicals in the atmosphere to deflect solar radiation. To all the irritating acrimonious parroosters (a cross-breed between gallinaceous poultry and spittacines) with long extensible necks and short inflexible minds, arrogant enough to call anyone with inverted flexibility (that is with a shorter neck but a more flexible mind) a “paranoid conspiracy theorist” —you bunch of contortionist suckers, your polluted fossil thinking is a serious threat to the inhabitants of this planet. Really, try getting your heads out of this inappropriate body orifice I will not name and see for yourselves how the temperature actually drops !

Assuredly, I'll say it again, we all do want clean and renewable energy (of which nuclear definitely is not) that is actually available but systematically destroyed, the inventors/finders of which are being persecuted, ridiculed and called charlatans just like heretics of yesteryear were burnt at the stakes.

Indoctrination is definitely not the prerogative of religions. Of course not! Corporative science (which keeps the public in the dark regarding the full extent of its real advancement) is just as great at screwing minds if not even better.

Seriously, these people are just deluded and have chosen to rely on beliefs that reassure them. For acknowledging that our governments may be doing such things logically is just not acceptable. Without getting into arguments on whether this approach makes sense when examined from this narrow perspective and with the limited data available to the mind that computed it, what do we really know about the powers behind these manipulations ? What do we really know about the very nature of life and death, of dimensions and other lifeforms in the universe? Both little and far more depending whether you found the way out of the mental prison in which reside those who have never experienced anything else (at least as far as they can remember).

So, if only the pictures below showing the inside of chemtrail planes could knock some sense into our low flying birds. Who knows? Heavy metals are so known to alter brain functions.

The above pictures were sent to Gregg Prescott, author and editor of In5d website via a private message on Facebook:

Hi Gregg, I follow your in5d website everyday and I’m thankful there are like minded people like yourself who are aware of global things that I have know since I was a little girl. I came across some photos from a trusted source of the inside of planes that are used for chemtrails and I figured if I passed them on to you, you can help spread more awareness with it on your website. Let me know if this is ok with you. Thanks.

More pictures on In5d.com.

Finally, a last minute information regarding an incident at Portland International recorded and archived for posterity as a downloadable audio file in which you can hear an air traffic controller telling a Southwest pilot: “I don’t know if it’s normal I just haven’t seen it that low; it appears like a chemtrail-type situation off your left wing.” Her transmission is cut off before she can finish her sentence. When you hear her again 10 seconds later, she alters her phrasing to say: “Alright, a contrail off your left wing.”  (source)

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Affair of the Heart

The heartbreaker's
Strong heart
Of stone sank
At the sight
Of his sweetheart,
Pretty as the morning,
A heart-shaped
Disheartening
Smile on her lips.

Struck at the heart,
The strong and heavy-hearted
Had to know for sure
And pour his heart
To the one who
Made his heart
Both warm and cold.

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By Some Miracle

As I gave into temptation,
I've strayed across the line.

(Keep it under wraps in the cold store,
Put it to the back of your mind...
Put it to the back of your mind...)

But, by some miracle I just got away with it,
I've clawed it back again.
By some miracle I just got away with it,
I've clawed it back.

I'm crawling back again...
I'm crawling back again...

There's a black dog down in the basement,
It's barking at my name,
Snapping at my heels when I falter.

Kick it but it won't go away.
Kick it but it won't go away.

But, by some miracle I just got away with it,
I've clawed it back again.
By some miracle I just got away with it,
I've clawed it back.

I'm crawling back again...
I'm crawling back again...

(Put it back, put it back, put it where you found it!
Put it back, put it back, put it where you found it!
Put it back, put it back, put it where you found it!)

Original text by PHILIP SELWAY
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