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Saturday, 15 February 2020

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: SÃ¥nn er det.) Distance. Get it? Sense, and sensibility, is to relate to. Being civilized. Which, the Romans were not.

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Friday, 14 February 2020

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.



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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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Wednesday, 12 February 2020

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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Monday, 10 February 2020

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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Friday, 7 February 2020

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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Tuesday, 4 February 2020

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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Sunday, 2 February 2020

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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Saturday, 1 February 2020

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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