To the past

Today, that man in Kattem, who aI do not know, though meet, incidentally, which he, much to my amusement makes me aware of, and who, aI have seen, regularly attains the local Church, and who have made me aware of those certain Latin expressions, which aI have stated something about at home.trixnix.com, said to me, "feelings". Ai met him at my way to the store. And he acknowledged my beautiful hat, or rather cap, , being "lue" in Norwegian, in this case, and speaking about it, he said something making me aware of "feelings". ," Okey ..?

,"okey ... "Feelings" is "sensibilis" in Latin, and "(the) feeling" has with "sensus" to do. Reality. Getting it. In both Norwegian and in English, though, one says "so it is" (in Norwegian: Sånn er det.) Distance. Get it? Sense, and sensibility, is to relate to. Being civilized. Which, the Romans were not.

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Future

You know, it is work to do, to make music. To get it, that opening, is God given. To make a composition, of it, though, is work. And now, aI feel am am finished, with it. Also, aI feel aI am finished affording wisdom. Ai think, aI am finished with that subjective reality, "The Prime Idea" in mind. Ai have done what is is possible, aI believe, and even if my music is basic, because of the work of the psychiatrists, it is plain. And simple. To Hell with it, that Satan. And now, aI think, aI will colour my drawings, so to speak. Ai will indeed take the step from objective to ideal reality by drawing, and by learning how to paint, maybe. That is not so much work. Work, when incapacitated and immobilized, is a bit exhausting. And, poetry can be colourful. Images. Painting, so to speak. And, Satan will hate it. Not his thing to kill. Of course, since aI am hypnotized, drawings and such might be destroyed, as such have been. That is your will. And, that is your thing. Wanting that. Not mine, for sure. So, maybe we should rest in that, aI will go to Paradise, and you will go to to Hell?

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Twitter and me

Today, aI have renewed my account on Twitter on the address @Vaccinius. Ai intend to make it my English account, again, my Norwegian account being @Overblikk. Also, aI have seen to it, my tweets on @Overblikk are public. Also, my tweets on @Vaccinius are public.

On Twitter, obviously devils are posting in my name, obviously granted to do so by devils in Twitter. Ai am except from seeing the activity. Ai want this to be put to an end, and people put to justice.

RAND

Not in order;
make a border!
Being randy
makes you handy.

— Anders (@Overblikk) February 14, 2020

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If opposite

if opposite
everything is

being
opposite of what is appearing
opposite of what is said to be

become
is so stating
in war with itself
by stating the opposite –
opposed to what is stated

opposite
of being opposed
by being opposed

opposite to being opposed
opposite from being opposed

such will
of and by and to and fro
any imaginable reason
go to hell

because
they really live by the rule
there is no reason
and that is the reason
for their being
and for their behaviour

if for
to be opposite
one must be of or by or to or fro
and that
is not opposite

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My rule

Satan has seen to it "The law of Vaccinius" is deleted from Poet on view, and aI cannot find the text on my computer. Ai don't remember if aI wrote it in English or in Norwegian.

The Ten Commandments will always count, until the end of times. Speaking of actions taken, there are four commandments, specifically. These are:

• Do not commit adultery.
• Do not kill.
• Do not steal.
• Do not lie.

Lying is to disqualify truth. Lying is to ridicule love, given by human beings, and to make justice void, as worth- and valueless. Any other of these commandments points to this blasphemy, ridiculing beings by the Holy Spirit, and making justice worth- and valueless, as occurrence is. Blasphemy will never be forgiven. There is no excuse for blasphemy, and there is no way one can do good what has been done.

Corruption and torture are the main concerns, in any way such may occur, and should be the primary aim of the state, speaking of moral, to address, by law. That is, of any state, by any people.

Hypnotizing and breaking of individuals are the two worst offences there is. Close to, comes child abuse, and rape. Those are specific, and those are the enlightening acts, speaking of violating the Ten Commandments.

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Dictatorship

Dictators have no heart of mind.
None has a will complex.
Dictators never show up kind.
One only thinks of sex.

Attention is no more than treat
and future is a waste.
What counts is here and now to beat.
And rule is always haste.

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A poem by Beverly Crawford

Kindly let me introduce you to a poem by an American lady called Beverly Crawford. She has lived for more than eighty years, she knows what is behind, and says she is properly raised. And she has opinions of what came to be, speaking of the world, today. This poem is to be found in an interview of her *here. And her blogging, speaking of poetry, is to be found *here.

THE ME GENERATION

It’s the “me” generation
It’s in vogue to please yourself
The idea is highly touted
In the books upon the shelf.
Self-fulfillment, self-enrichment
Look out for number one
If it works so well, I wonder
Where happiness has gone?

The divorce rate is steadily climbing
And many are at the end of their rope
Are we so busy feeding our egos
We’re running out of cope?
Our houses are growing larger
At quite an alarming rate
First we have to find one another
Before we can communicate.

Our children grow up with a sitter
Who has problems of her own
When we decide to spend time with them
We find they’re nearly grown.
The men are at the golf course
And the women at the pool.
And the children leave the sitter’s
And go to nursery school.

The husbands go to the mens’ clubs
The wives go to the spas.
Are they so busy self-developing
They forget the way it was
When love was new and joyous
And each lived for the other
And finding time together
Wasn’t such an awful bother?

Could it be we had the answer
In the not so long ago
When we weren’t hung up on possessions
And what we had for show?

When our concern was more for others
And we loved our fellow man
And we weren’t too busy self-developing
To lend a helping hand?

Could self-denial be fulfilling
And self-control enriching too?
Is it just we have the self misplaced.
I wonder, is that true?

There’s a very great difference
Between what we want and what we need
And what we call desire to achieve
Is perilously close to greed.

It seems what we wear not who we are
Is what it’s all about
But ugly is still ugly
If it comes from inside out.

We’re all looking for the answers
And there’s little else to say
But, if we reassessed our values
Would happy come back one day?

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The psychopath

The psychopath will qualify
and intimately certify
your being by your nature right.
The psychopath is scared of light.

The psychopath will have it so
that you are dead as way to go.
When so, you cannot be a threat.
The psychopath is human death.

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Accountability

When resurrection comes to mind
one does not think of being kind.
One thinks of soul and love, of course,
though, thinks of mind, the heart, the source.

Self-standing is the life of it.
Self-standing is the being fit.
To be one, in the world, is cost.
And even if, will not be lost.

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Self-irony counts

If one comes out devoid of light
because of one's rancour and fight.
that is, unable light to make,
one is a failure, not a fake.

And rancid is the failure got,
ill-blood the nature, lively not.
From there to life is just one way.
That is for child to be the gay.

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Genius

gladiators
gemini giving gift
graciously gone
gladness

growing
gratitude
or
grace

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This poem aI have put a link to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

Not my kind

If you don't get it, what aI state,
an imbecile you are, to date
quite up to, one would rather say,
since any luck you just obey.

You are a nuisance, to the past,
an apprehension not to last.
You see, one must with me agree.
One must agree, the world to see.

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To be it

If annoyed with your feet
and you cannot be sweet
since your temper is so
that to kill is to go,
your are not in control
and devoid of your soul,
as your heart is a miss
by which danger is kiss.
Then one cannot give you
any labour to do.
You will not make it good,
what is work, understood.
You will only be bad
in a way given sad,
way perceived to be fit
for the being of it.
And another is what
to make current, you've got.
To be it is not life.
To be it is just strife.
To be it is a thing
which annoyance will bring.

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Wildly wet

If rain is pouring on the ground
there might not be an ocean found.
Perhaps the earth absorbs the rain,
and labels it, to heal the pain.

If in amount, though, rain comes down,
no chance the earth comes out as grown.
As devastated it appears,
with damage, and a sea of fears.

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Being wild

The forestry, as being wild,
cannot be said to be not styled.
Nature.
Culture.
Portion.
Motion.
Placing.
Facing.
And clearing it, one makes it true,
the immanent for it to do.
The animal, though, on the ground,
will not on any spot be found.

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This poem aI have posted a link to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

Motivation

When one is in for trouble,
one should not trouble double.
Instead of being sorry,
consider for to worry.

Alarmed
when harmed,

not you
to do,

the sad,
the being bad,
the effortless affair
of tried and proven being pair.

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Sea sons

The four sea sons are not the same
around the world, as if just game
for the idea to carry on.
There are though four which power won.

The spring, and summer, winter's fall,
called autumn, as if being all.
The power got is way to be,
not specific, the way to free.

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That detail

There is a detail nowhere found, I think;
the love a child an adult shows as sweet,
as when it plays when standing on her feet
and gives, to penetrate, of eye a blink.

Such detail never falls for in to sink.
It takes no place, there is no form to treat,
there is no passion for the heart to beat.
It is not even jolly, as the wink.

Man, can you do like this, she says, and smiles,
and pulls her right leg up as if by styles.
One sees, and thinks of entrance to one's mind.

One might think she, like that, not many miles
can go, and if, that thought one never files,
that detail, nowhere to be found, as kind.

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Ai have posted a link to this sonnet on the blog hop of dVerse | here |.

Blogger and the use of CSS and HTML

By the blog service afforded, the company Blogger permits the blogger to manipulate the template of the blog by the use of CSS, and, in fact, also by the use of HTML. That means, the look, and the functions, also, of the blog given can be totally altered. Ai will not state an opinion of what future should be like, in that respect, just state that it has been a journey, an education, and a life, in a way, to be able to manipulate the blogs of mine by the scarce resources aI have.

To the one who knows a little HTML, and CSS, though, dare not to enter the template of the blog, by Blogger is afforded the possibility to add codes in the "Theme" adjusting page. That is nice. Those arguments, or definitions, of code, there placed, will be added to the template at the bottom. You see, if there are two codes which defines something different, the last one counts. If one makes use of this possibility and later manipulate the template itself, though, those codes will vanish from that page and in fact show up at the bottom of the template. On my way, learning, aI have been there, done that, many a time. And, today aI cleaned Blog © Trixnix, Blogg Prixnix, and Mix Prix Nix, in that respect, and aI also looked over Prixnix.com. Ai moved those codes put at the bottom of the template up where they belong, and saw to it no conflicts there were. Some of my other Blogger sites still have that addition at the bottom of the template, though, aI believe, and it will not be cost effective, aI think, to change all blogs. Ai think they may pass, anyway. My intention is and has always been to make the template tidy. Even with my scarce knowledge, aI have a clue about what should come first, and what technically should be done in the template and in the "Theme" adjusting page for the blog to be original. Ai wanted the engineer looking at the style sheet of the blog to think, this is in order.

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Certitude

Wherever there is certitude, is power. Look at the team of the infantry, how well the team members know their weapons and their equipment, how well they are drilled in acting and cooperation, and how finite the work of such a team is. There is no question about it: There is certitude, and power. There is competence, efficiency, and result orientation, and it is not a machine, that team, and it is not a bureaucratic organization. It is not an organic entity, it is not a cell. It is not a book, it is not a house, it is none of these. It is no such thing. It is certitude. Power. It is competence, efficiency, and result orientation. Meeting such an entity will set you out unless you are one yourself. There is no question about it; either you give up, or you die. Men. And please, understand: The machine gun is of more worth than the one having it.

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This is a prosa text aI have written for dVerse, posted on the prompt of the blog post here. By the prompt a text of 144 words are called for. Ai chose to make it 160.

To be

There goes the line, and it to be is so
That it become, the mark, this so to say
Is so to speak, I pray, and way to go.
The last line, out of question, goes to way.
To be by that become, I stand here viewed,
And nude, Thou precious Lord of mine,
Though, thee, my audience, the nude
Examines desirously as bottom line.
And, keep, one says, your glory and your state,
'Tis atmosphere, the keeping of the play.
Though, there, My Lord, I truly made a gate.
And damned to be I face another day.
Discuss, discuss, the life of ours says.
My Lord, that line, may child and future bless.

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Ai have put a link to this poem on the blog hop of dVerse | here |.

This is a Shakespearean sonnet, also called English sonnet. So, the form fits the message.

Take heart

I can and will not understand your will to torture, be at hand to your perception of the earth attractive if it is of worth. Perhaps there is a detail made which need to change to fit the grade. Perhaps a road, for to be fine, must go through mountains, breaking line. Efficiency, together one, demands a certain instance done. To be itself, though, certainly, the flesh should be, so truthfully.

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To be

The turn to nine with twelve ahead
is not for people being dead,
is not for those who think of change
as earth and world to rearrange.

Think of the corn which turns to bread.
Think of the vine. It is not dead
when grape has left for life to give.
They all new lives on earth will live.

Think of the artists, who by spring
began to draw, began to sing,
how tensed and curious they were,
how confident they will appear.

Think of the child which turns to eight,
that autumn, how it carries freight.
To be is not a gift to get.
To be is not as present set.

And more than this, think of the Lord,
whom any of us should afford,
as step by step, foundations made,
until we learn to hit the grade.

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The fast prints of mine

Ai intend to sell the fast prints of mine presented on flickr.prixnix.com, as signed. The ones aI only sign, without numbering, and without dating, aI plan to sell for 1000 NKr, in currency known to me. Fastprints aI date and number aI will sell for the prices stated on each of the fast prints on Flickr.

People broken, that is people tortured and exploited after having lost sight, will, of course, get as many fast prints signed as they ask for, without making any payment. The same counts for people having been hypnotized and exploited as such. The people from these aI become related to, personally, will of course also get as many signed, dated and numbered fast prints they ask for, without any payment involved.

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Another try

As you can see, Satan made a permanent error, on the eyebrow, so it has no value. If anyone takes it, aI will tear it apart. Ai like the drawing, though, and the model is recognizeable, aI believe.

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By the Father

When to be is being, the being is all right. The try it will be freeing, and not for value fight. And Jesus will acknowledge the effort being made. And that is not like college. And not to be by grade.

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Being some

It smiles, the being some.
To justice it will come,
a promise, not a chance
for being to enhance.

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Being bad

As any being knows,
the sane, as not which grows,
is that, if being bad,
no point is to be glad.

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No excuse there is

Do one understand nothing? One knows well what was happening in German concentration camps during WW II, thinking of the quasi scientific exploration especially Jews were subjected to. And one is informed about our father's views upon that, and what was stated in the Nürnberg process, not at least regarding following orders. And, one wants to repeat the failure? For to God to insist upon s'mthing? As if stupidity was to be justified?

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Cowardly

When spitting on the one of truth,
as if foot is not, though by booth,
one makes a choice, and that is so
that feet, in fact, can nowhere go.

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Family

Shouting and screaming is not for the dignified,
however much that perspective is magnified.
When as the boiling one certain is certainly,
nothing is free, and the seeing expectingly.

Drop it, that blockhead, and that simple-mindedness.
Jesus is not quite that boiling behindedness.
Fathers on earth, also they should mere constitute,
calling on fool, – and calling on prostitute.

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Power

Take it or leave it, the fathers exemplified.
Never would they be derived or be dignified.
Whore and Madonna is used, and not personal,
futile, that being, and nothing sensational.

Power is not iron made or betrayal.
Power is not allowance or denial.
Power is gratitude shown, and opinion,
working as being void any dominion.

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Blasphemy

Blasphemy can be several things. And that thing "to make look like", excluding people from being able to relate to what truth is, blasphemy is. That is to show contempt for the presupposition of life, that is, the fundamental and basic governing.

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The presence of God

You know, people, God is not present. God is far behind. And it is a question, if it possible to make God present in any other way than being hypnotized or broken. The Children of Israel, when righteous, went "in and out". They, though, were eager. And solid. And got it. The broken ones, and the hypnotized ones, differently, are presented. And, when so, it is up to you, right? Only seldom they will tell you. Most often, they will let you. And, body is not that important to any far behind. And, finding oneself in a circumstance is for Satan to do. So, get it. The broken ones, and the hypnotized ones, are not relieved from their bodies. So, they are somewhere without being in between. That being, though, far behind, which is God, which is Jesus Christ, which were given all power on earth, is using anyone still alive in His power. Right? So, when making flesh of Jesus scream, you are most certainly totally lost.

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