ARTISTRY OF MARILYNN LEA STARK
Freedom Source . . . Part III
By Marilynn Lea Stark
epic poem for the people
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lovingly welcomed me and took me to cabin for shelter,
me so kindly when my Beloved would return;
I went into prayer to Kali to
avoid the welter,
recover from hitchhiker's long journey, and for Swamiji's own welcome to yearn.
two and a half days of total meditation, and upon sight of Swamiji once or twice
emerged bravely to find food and people, to see of what I could learn;
began my inclusion at Sandeepany, which became mine for truth's asking;
it was there that our love for one another gave my chances for survival
Swamiji's brave, heroic turn.
this ancient tradition of metaphysics was new to America then,
important people who had overseen the property purchase were deluded,
they felt a sense of ownership and authority way beyond their ken;
did they challenge Swamijij's reunion with me, whom they wrongly excluded.
surrender to a self-realized yogi and
establishes a school to teach those equipped with receptive attributes,
allow the decision of selection of students to be God's entrusted feature
the way, the wonder, the oneness of the school, no matter who contributes.
is in keeping with the sacred tradition of parampa,
great teachers seek the most brilliant to teach,
to find if but one who will break out of samsara;
it thus keeps political man out of encloistered, spiritual reach.
the American ignorance of proper reverence for wisdom
this balance of knowledge and vision to be overturned;
Swamiji's very freedom to choose me for his little kingdom,
now like a rare seed, was along with my personal freedom, dangerously burned.
my Beloved courted me, and set forth a lesson for me while I was there;
honored my previously spoken and written plan to heroically save my father,
he told me simply to go to him, even if I could not offer him ultimate care;
took courage at that, and daily prayed for that day to become God's savior
how profound Swamiji's lesson to me regarding my savior mission of my father;
when the moment was ripe to keep Leigh from his grave, did his heroic daughter
Swamiji could not even offer me an open-ended welcome, for the Board of Managers
that topic did bother,
my chances for that glorious retreat, holy company and prayer all the scarcer.
staged, therefore, several mock departures, whereby I should leave the school,
then Swamiji would call me back, saying I should stay a longer while;
satisfied the political vultures each time, as they so openly broke the sacred
Swamiji's reverent authority over his inner circle, yet I, destined to
with him walk the marriage aisle.
my husband, the love of my life,
one who saw me and saved me above all challenge;
years now set apart, your loving wife,
barely can we win the place for out heart's love to avenge.
should the love between a man and a lady cause conflict to disorder the day?
the concept of avenge, for the loving hearts of nature alone do sound the
primeval destiny of married life together, is the gift of God, all prophets do
it has been the spoils of a war that have kept us apart, no matter our love so
more is love honored, it seems; what poets of old call 'true love'--where to?
angry, bitter and calculating such awesome enmity for our ordained betrothal;
for your love, your hand in marriage, I conquered on foot, a penniless sadhu;
a wayward police state elevate instead of a chaste lady, an outlaw nation, to so
engender some socio-political brothel?
what concern for two good and generous people, whose mythical love
one another had saved the nation's oldest founding nobility by family;
heart for us, of the greatest heart, guided only by God above,
weathered the pain upon us so inflicted, as yet some duty-bound homily.
is the very nature of incipient war, where freedom of the individual falls to
the more statuesque that individual, as I in the arts and sciences broadly
aside metaphysics and that warrior art so sacred--the more deflected the nation
a few controllers collect their brutal spoils aplenty, rendering general regard
for my virtue quite evasive.
then, who can regard this lady supreme, thrown off by some conspiratorial remand
a land abject now to one willing to die for her principles, for her country, for
the hope of mankind?
who can regard her for her one-pointedness of mind and purpose, seen by her as
God's moving, majesty's hand,
her political voice and platform had become some street-bound hunger cry to those
so unnecessarily unkind?
this is the crux of knowing the self, the way defined strictly by surrender
lovingly to the Maker,
no matter the immediate political ponder and place, that vision transcendent
obtends and saves;
in and through all, an endless ocean of bliss, turning each attack into a gift
made all so much greater,
God hides in His master design, and through such invisible victory He on this
Earth the way for the righteous paves.
source is freedom found each time referential to the self, the individual
corrupted power ploy designed to overthrow the place of mastery by truthful
moment so majestic in its worth, so universal its power, throughout the nation
awesome call to all the people: that freedom source for that one becomes for all
freedom's planted seed.
beggar of the question of the truth of my awesome deed,
such inquirer dares sound the torch to scorch my path;
all planned actions by massive political, monied creed
that hope to refute to my face with dishonesty's lie such contract.
those lost in the bargain, left out to surmise,
draw their conclusions by studied eye,
remove from sight their heartfelt surprise
one such as I of noble birth could ever to freedom die.
giant puzzle wandering around to them it seems,
she looking for some crumb of the way, the truth for me to her give?'
superior knowledge for aught as their large coin gleams,
they by refusing my feat of metaphysics refuse me also some beggar's tithe?
'For how could so many be wrong and one such as she be right?'
reason with themselves in justification of their decision to now join,
the one down the street who told of a way to earn money of might,
only to strip her of a little freedom, which would never equal a spare coin.
condemn her patriotic duty and patronizing promise,
should pretend to such glorious heights from a wandering quarter,
fool; 'If renounced of all she says, then let her now renounce the premise
I should support her with a crumb or drop of cleaning water.'
widespread fantasy that I could by years of open, proven deed,
a lie so huge that it could not speak itself seen or unseen,
friends, no such lie on Earth exists, search no further yourselves to me feed;
the profound truth as I know it: God alone sustains and saves me by reprieve.
only reprieves what man has to me done in the sphere political,
He is also 'that,' and you may parrot-like echo that fact;
I am the one who stands before you and reduces the mythical
practical life in the proof most down-to-earth of that truth in all that I act.
by no choice, but as way of survival in all contention
in God's exercise to teach others besides myself;
you follow your heart and find detachment, and good intention,
four quarters do a dollar make in all calculations your doubt places on the
this simple summation adds up then again to zero,
the meal is realized and on to the next act of devotion;
this is the equation of the sadhu, the
self-realized American hero,
renounces the feminine derivative in this man's world filled with man's history
that equation yet equals one, since we do live together in a physical sphere,
expectations of country, of courtesy, of comfort, of assured destiny,
impinge by the nature of things in a metaphysician's honesty so sheer--
transcendent, one of unity's dollars certainly solves my hunger over misplaced
blasphemy, does it not?
ask you to review for yourself these simple lessons in Truth made apparent
in my unusual quest for this, my recognition of my right to continued life;
can only come to you in this split second passing, even if aberrant,
entreaty your giving a donor's hand against mad torturers' collective cruelty to me
all your seemingly high thinking I beckon you back to the depth
of your heart,
if you love your country as you to yourself say you do, if you
say it daily at all;
yet judge my grand purpose and declared mission which an outstretched hand
stay close in time--I may be asking after all for you to
vote in my future presidential call.
Miracles galore, have you heard of them, in proof of my motive so
noble and total?
That is easy for me to say, yet impossible to prove with would-be leaders
calling me a liar,
each face to which I humble myself in position of the asking, for their
outlook to me fatal,
I dare cause you further turmoil with mythical, magical jumble and gyre?
I ever did was surrender to God so totally while on Earth,
I found His mercy to my odd plight as bounteous as any ocean;
you may find my persuasion vicarious beyond your own
you have placed your concept of God as a drop to puddle in
this do I then suffer, and endlessly toil, not able for you in your
ignorance to openly gainsay;
more I say, the more you would doubt me, thinking then even less of what little
I had you shown;
I speak by action. by deeds in truth noble, is all I could ever pretend,
sincerely, I pray;
pray that you remember what little I had taught you, for it taught me what God
had for you sown.
Maybe oh maybe, just one more second on this street in
passing, a glint of the eye,
within our reach, could tell the days of the ways I
have gone for you in my heart as teacher;
am first your student, you stand before me God yourself,
'You are that,' I now espy,
that humble asseveration between us, could I heal your desire
for life's improved feature?
referral to the giver of freedom's fount,
proper moment and providential direction close,
find the answer to my quest for your particular puzzle to count
among those the Maker would solve through my agency
if you apperceive after the giving of such God's gift direct,
intimacy of understanding of power, not for its owner,
for its essential effect as disposed from hypostacy's proven effect;
do I really cower to broad, evil, even pernicious, age-old conspirator's concept
of power contract?
brave people, whose quest so dear to me,
the truth of the way and the deed; the purpose so dire,
mankind itself must connoiter and seek,
beyond the individual's world encounter; as if God Himself would conspire.
how can I answer you in space of time so niggardly,
these small pages wherein my heart does pour the truth of God;
just to know God, to devotedly pursue truth thus for years so doggedly,
more than church; no temple with holy ritual for ritual to but laud.
does the mind query, I understand, indeed falter, then boggle
this Nuclear Age of man; when doomsayers meet and rudely calculate
precise advantage, and how many times over with mere switch toggle,
nation to ashes can be made--then with treaties do they morbidly for us this
thus described and applied to indoctrinate in the abstract
the peoples of all the world, takes no soldiers afoot;
commanders are needed to strategize the field, to know the fact
the future as by considered likelihood, just where some enemy an attack might
no sides exist anymore, nobody can make a single move;
if but one nuclear attack were to occur,
sides would go under; thus war to nuclear man only suicide does prove,
somewhere in the middle of the dark madness, man sits and awaits the political
question of war to recur.
conclusion abroad for all mankind here to thus ponder,
in the dilemma of stalemated politics never again to be resolved in war;
has instead split his own warring nature asunder,
the Nuclear Dragon reduce his destructive self-defense into Pyrrhic victory's
I tell you my people as gently as I might, in honesty's hold I speak you truth;
I have fought the real battle in this day of annihilation's nuclear threat,
have fought that battle, the battle for freedom, where an individual's quest
became thus moot;
I fought to marry, to live, to pray, for family, for nation--for you; so do not
you my people fret.
claim this supremacy outright with audacity's tenor,
mere words cannot for you great war's threat thus pardon;
it is the technological age paradoxically of convenience's demeanor,
may wrongly view my condition as one justly expulsed from your
I ask you to listen further, just beyond your doubt,
you believe in my courage, strength, and piety;
my moment and place to this speak, itself truth's clout--
how could you in your fast-speed seat, conduct yourself with impropriety?
power of persusasion upon your ears, to which I defer and then must rely,
I know in my heart's heart I will soon win you with me to this truth's
power derives from magnanimous deed, across years' collective does imply,
place for me to gather your hearts, not only win you to your day for me my
leadership you to ask.
you may have asked me outright, the nature of mankind's mission and real
to ' I ', the metaphysics an individual aspires to know, to realize;
me to carefully this explicate, yes; my caveat to you is that darker threat
waiting to destroy your inquisitiveness, whilst your most joyful view it tries.
the self-realized one recants in words so beauteous,
the perfection essential of that happiness self supreme;
then, if to ashes the Mother Earth cries but for logic now spurious,
good any one-point individual's metaphysical, happiness dream?
this is why you broached the question of the individual self interfaced to all
it not? Who dare seek self-realization replete? For now insanity
sits in the driver's seat,
hapless the approach to God's thund'rous roar, no happy answer will anybody
you challenge me to sum up for you presciently this prodigious enlightenment
that, truly I do, and I pray to but fill your urge to know;
those who have with the Nuclear Dragon's tongue whipped your minds for
no sympathy in harmony with you, would only you doomsday show;
is also the wherefore of my elaborate begging of you to the very question you
if you live the fear they would steadily more in you incultate so coldly,
only will my answers send you back to them for more,
they have ruled your minds now for so long, so boldly;
also, leadership alone cannot save the world: all the peoples must be called to
the nuclear fore.
was my long and implicit mission on this great nation's street,
my freedom to fight hunger's encroachment
great bargaining chip among Super Powers to meet
decide whether it was time for me my Beloved to marry, that wrong dialectical
those world leaders held us in our Betrothal to the mysterious question nuclear,
it was the only way they could agree on anything at all in the way of talk;
as their intelligence security relies upon watching all nuclear arsenals out of
they watch me wander and sing wond'rous phrases, as I commanded that long,
presidential nuclear walk.
commanded it for you, my people, hoping to set for freedom great legal
was my vision, my mission, and stated purpose as I selflessly for freedom
for me became a matter of sheer survival, guided by that distant job of
it was for you from my expansive heart; yet my freedom was in the nuclear threat
was thwarted at every turn, no matter for shelter or job did I beg and apply;
criminals rank hired the police to deseat me, to keep me afloat on the streets a
this is how I became a prisoner-of-state, for no legal rights could I beg or
an international cabal funded this war, thus assaulted therein your Constitution
with deadly dagger.
Super Power macher after another called me crazy so as to hide my proven
they claimed my father was dead while I lived that false death sentence they in
war had sighed,
they knew all along he was in political asylum in Canada; thus they my freedom
to ashes, whilst singing their deadly durge-like nuclear war song to me thus
held to the fore of this total vacuum of human rights they cruelly upon me thus
relished my hardships and the great paradox I lived out, from hero to simple
they stole my spoken insights, they thought, my patriotic mission I lived on
the sequestered leader, whose caliber and vision none of them could meet in
to my father alone I speak most succinctly, for I saved your life but for those
selfish machers to you hide?
torture me? I love you more as these years of war have kept us apart, my
prayers for you grow deeper.
you died for lack of faith in me, in God through me, I would have followed
this great, long war; no other man could have rescued my heart, and preserved me
for the heroic job of America's freedom keeper.
this may console you, or it may not, nor can we ever recover the years aghast,
the ghost of war;
neither of us could have fought so gloriously, had we known how niggardly those
could care not at all for heroic deed and the way we fought to silence that
mythical, warring death roar;
are not our equals, we have suffered this agelike separation with no compassion
from others, who fell easily to some gimmick, some ruse.
you, my people, may not even know how greatly you in your hearts do for me and
my great father grieve;
may go along with this decade's decree by that false prophet named Reagan who
kept us apart so easily,
the monetary side of the cabal ruled that convenience way beyond our heroic
war's victory reprieve;
my people, have honored all along the very president who smashed our great
victory in America's face so busily.
he appeared to be doing not much, barely aware of events which took place on a
in office he conducted rituals, fashions and written speeches, even
imitated Leigh's manner;
sold America's dollar to foreign nations in turn for any meaningful say
the destiny of my father or over me, and thus he touted his great summitry, some
Nuclear Day banner.
sacrificed my freedom to the nuclear question,
having ceded our wealth to nations foreign
the stead of the war recited; Reagan reduced that bastion,
freedom of the individual, our grass roots, to yet a slavery question now
philosophical turnabout so commonly taken
this enigmatic Nuclear Day of man,
reason and sensible interests so totally shaken
been reduced to a question of nuclear arms ban;
change of thinking among the ruling few,
especially quite foreign is it to America the pearl,
the freedom of the individual has turned out of view
the wisdom which in the founding days did it so unfurl;
loss of perspective which had our great Civil War wrought,
the freedom of a person is for trade, for sale;
envisioning of the slavery of the masses by those machers thus sought,
never tame the Nuclear Dragon, never his fiery tongue will it pale.
remains with man to take a wife,
sound out his destiny in the sanction of that love;
rear their children throughout all marital strife,
with courage all destiny to that Maker above.
remains yet with mankind to this nuclear challenge meet
the foundation of his destined culture, a view unified:
that cultural unit so basic, so clear, is the family itself, from which seat
procreated the greatest work of genius God can man offer--the individual in
itself is a question of the individual interfaced against formidable odds
freedom odds do forsake, subjugating the mind beyond immediate repair;
born, this division of duty by ownership delusion, in a political system that
becomes a ruling evil which draws its destiny from economic sentence to class
individual convinced that no relation to the world, its people, can offer way or
according to values, morals, and a vision of inclusion so dear to
individual surmise will coincide all too perfectly with that concept of lowered
gives his equally deluded friend, some provider, the claim of the freedom of
that other instead of his possible salvation.
God provides all, the strength is in the asking, for one whose destiny looms
stricken eyes, that no equal chance for providence is ever going to be
the beggars teach all how to live on the potential energy of faith in God's
whether at the last moment before breath expires--does he find therein
God's love untethered.
total surrender to God most high, will provide the way for the one but for want
deemed somehow low;
vision expansive of God only and of all provider, reduces the question of
freedom to His fount,
fount wherein infinite mercy and sustenance are to be given didactically, and to
a beggar thus humbled will certainly show
Himself, revealed in each act of giving as lovingly aware, though in practically
knowing this, there is no just count.
to the beggar supreme and enigmatically endowed thus with the grand
confrontational metaphysics to ask,
of the reality ultimate which the physical universe does grossly express, behind illusion's
veil, called maya;
such an inquirer humbled to receiving on track with inquirer's unique
inquiry, the beggar's task,
giving to another of the chance to give: the knowledge conferred lies beyond
measure, and only proves each time God's infinite daya.
is receiving; to ask is to order the mind of another according to
the rare gift of the beggar's metaphysical walk, where interjection of useful
nothing but the portrayal most direct of God's absolute ownership; no one should
the face of the expression of one so holy as to live this belief in the physical
of love's charity institution.
verses I write while the enemy does quiver,
enemy to the individual and of America the free;
I became a sadhu
as God was the sole giver,
my great battle for freedom for the world to see.
this one glorious battle I fought, a beggar rudely neglected and put out,
a personal struggle against persecution and death;
slave politickers merely stole from my deeds to create clout,
they indoctrinated others, recruited them wrongly, at reactive mind's behest.
America my land, America the great,
for you I have fought and prayed for so long;
we the people preserve again your freedom gate,
those who have lost courage--may we sing again soon her great freedom's battle
of old sang this battle twice before, once in the founding days, and then again
in the Civil War;
in all the intermittent decades have we reaped the benefits of freedom birth,
we freed from political slavery, thence from behind legal slavery's locked door;
your beauty and stature were born openly in time; as a pearl born yet of an
impurity, nor a grain of pretense.
as a great man once was surrendered totally to his mother so dear,
could he walk or state his simple needs in words not yet learned;
does a nation once born grow and develop; and that only as values do her steer,
once for a brief while had the ship-of-state off propriety's course sadly
if mankind is to face off that invisible Nuclear Dragon, the whip of these mad
all the world is to envision a kinder place and more secure future, the
individual's destiny resurgent;
we must with truth confront these monied mud fish, of slavery the traitorous
this the better confrontation by far than some futile fear of annihilation's
bold confrontation throughout each nation may occur,
discrete national victories for the 'free world' so great;
when pitted against the nuclear question to aver,
communism or democracy should become ultimate fate;
national boundary can no longer contain
necessary border limit for vital self-determination;
in question to annihilation's threat gives rein
that lack of proving grounds for military individuation.
the national borders coalesce in such an abstract threat so total,
that to launch a nuclear attack on another
to invite the same upon the one who does thus attack,
logical or rational solution obtains: such thinking itself is fatal.
nuclear thinking, where no strategy is possible, becomes fatal to the
longer can countries attain to integrity from which they can accomplish given
when held in the Nuclear Dragon's destructive abode, the question of 'free
versus slavery hand,'
will win out easily, and this all the more likely due to man's evil ways over
others, his greed, his ignorance perennially he shows.
I pander to your fears and yet make this point emphatically once again in your
freedom, the individual, equality and justice for all, are still worth
dying for in this Nuclear Day;
the stakes of war gone geopolitical, wherein nations' borders collapse once
again into the mother Earth's crust,
not give sanction to enslavement of the peoples, no matter what those communists
you will counter most logically , you say earnestly that I must be
likewise gone mad, insane,
then I am calling the nations of the world in this Nuclear Age to the actuation
of nuclear war!
lieu if slavery, yes, may the everyday man and woman so free remain,
life's surprises and creative gifts an assured place forever more.
say unto you, when a single soldier for his nation goes to fight,
faces the question of death as a single person;
the nation faces war's destiny, battle's flight,
supremacy, to defeat, to destruction so fiersome.
does the world now strangely encounter
destiny in war due to the nuclear bomb,
once only a man, or a nation would reconnoiter for sounder
of life's continuation, to war thus gone.
question of war's outcome may thus loom larger in the nuclear perspective,
the answer to fight remains the same, else we to slavery instead will die;
this is the battle line, my people, drawn up by my personal mission's
must be drawn from as teaching, as answer to the omnipresent nuclear sky
this is the battle line of freedom foregone, forsaken by nuclear man so cruel,
to sacrifice my proven genius, my virtuous beauty and spoken mission,
some sterile Super Power summitry, whose treaties even drawn are the ghoul
that yet present absolute power to destroy, man's crucifix thus given.
they left me afloat in all my beauty and promise,
on Broadway to beg where no beggar held esteem;
stole my freedom, my scientific contributions on some uncertain premise
my intelligence was unreal, as if not mine--could I correct answers
Else they would not have been seen as so true,
I as so impossible a person to sum up, to intellectually defeat;
was done to my life, my marriage, my freedom's view
as the great atrocity of war : that I alone so long hungry, homeless on the
is how I know so intimately the nature of the nuclear threat,
I embraced the cold street instead of my husband for years so long;
know it must be fought, else I would be dead instead,
do not you, my people fret : God can, as He did for me, create the
nuclear battle song.
as in mechanics Newtonian, where an action knows its equal counterpart,
intelligent scientific man dream up and invent the answer, the nuclear sword;
man in his Divinity endowment, bring back to his warrior head his heart,
fashion a nuclear sword to smite that nuclear dragon, until, 'the dragon is no
man can for his leisure, comfort, and sheer convenience project and create this
technological work, this day,
thus time for speed, and space for its concomitant loss of nature's awesome
beauty, for asphalt instead;
he can put all of that comfort and saved time, in its efficiency supreme, to
the taming technologically of the nuclear bomb: only then will free man have
been properly led.
as that politically-deemed Strategic Defense Initiative,
which Washington had answered my relayed written treatise political,
born in the practical to intelligent political man's collective;
as individuals suffer diffusely in the grips of nuclear war inimical.
Because the nuclear war cannot be fought,
bullies brandish this quixotic fight dream;
in so doing the individual's freedom is bought,
a few practitioners of nuclear talk establish their communist regime.
my people, may I from my life's long struggle for freedom, held hostage to
that question nuclear,
that to interrupt my freedom, and hold me back from my destiny as your deserving
to fight the nuclear war undeniably : why should those Super Power machers
my privacy, my family, my freedom in question? Why am I of that fantasy
battle the chosen bleeder?
inheritance of office was long foretold, was prophesied by others I cannot even
for you name;
method of opposition to my destiny so great, and the concomitant intrigue and
a perspective meaningful to other world leaders, the battle the gift all the
to mention the spoils of the war, which as it grew by my victories, gained
proportion by generous increments.
I confide in you, for your hearts do rule, as through mine, which for you does
all measures of contempt, hostility and living conditions unkind, unclean;
I tell you my mind which is suffused in prayer, that I believe alone in
the way to proceed in this nuclear war: that Divinity alone our future does
is a miracle? This rudimentary question should be put to task,
to witness one, an individual must first have faith in God supreme;
miracle defined is an act of God which rules the physical, in His light to bask,
a way inexplicable to physical laws except in retrospect, as in a dream.
alters reality in its grossest level in order to exert His will,
the physical realm is but the grossest expression of God's totality--
this knowledge was built my faith to go forth and for you fulfill,
God through you, my people, did I fulfill my destiny's awesome reality.
I knew before I the material world had fully renounced
the nuclear question ruled down to the individual, potentially,
mind of man; thus I approached this life unannounced
as some beggar, trusting in God's miracles, to solve man's quandary
I began this life's mission, humility in tact,
the savior daughter of my revered, wise father;
my people, were led throughout with misguided fact,
that with the nuclear question those machers could you once again so
method popular of subjugation of the masses,
attempted rule by enslavement of all but a few,
not only an ideological contest with its intelligence facets,
communistic nations would spread slavery in name alone made new;
also, the enslavement of man, even of geopolitical surmise,
a projection of ignorance, that delusion to control,
no outcome of justified battle, equipped therein with the element of surprise,
ever again, it seems, give resolution, give expertise in war its virtue to
I think of times classical, when if a warrior supreme
out to conquer, to gain the thrust of war,
answer to conflicts, to settle with honor, no fantastic dream;
he in war thus made victory: this was rulership lore.
compare today's leaders, who come up intellectually,
words, by schemes, many by corruption's tarnished trust;
one rises to the top, what is war to him/her conceptually?
long lost art, history's mellow memory, whilst the Nuclear Dragon does the mind
know what it means to fight; fight clears the mind,
for the next, and gives assurance that freedom is here,
the integrity of self rules beyond, through all threat does shine;
gives honorable settlement, and is transcendent to fear.
an individual, set out alone, God's assignment next my heart,
nothing but that knowledge of self-defense upon me conferred
that warrior Divine, Master Son; such Blackbelt immunity to evil does impart,
the one surrendered with humility, to the one of God's grace assured.
as your leader, would resurrect the fighting man,
I know how my will to win each battle
me with my eyes God's rule, and America's vast land;
sterile leaders other would of individual man make commodity's chattel.
is the limit of their understanding, the way they can conceive
rulership, to make order in the face of annihilation's audacious tenor;
they can own your lives, as they in their fear-born thoughts perceive,
they will thus RULE over life-death's question, as ownership's provided mentor.
idea fixated upon the individual's liberty by those of inferior task at war,
from their immorality of mind expansion partly, so ridden in sense delusion,
this idea console them, actually fool them, that another's life is for
gratification of their selfish, animality desire; therefrom slavery for them
some broad, animalistic conclusion.
if in the Divinity of man you rest your mind, and aspire to know more of the
you will find God's majesty in form, of His miracles you will never tire;
do not discount the method of the enslavers to be blind, God's power to place on
forgotten; no: let me explicate one example for you, of how they your freedom
can be known in two fundamental ways:
in form, or through ineffable formlessness;
do these conspirators set out to enslave,
creating forms, exact replicas: for such clones, no Constitutional redress.
the army of look-alikes, put out upon DeTocqueville's American landscape,
ghosts of liberty, ghouls of the individual assured of name and face,
alone integrity of transaction, power of signature gone to another's robotic
this, my people, spells some end so near, has America lost to science once again
scientific man lifts his sword of truth upon this Nuclear Day gone wild,
persuades free citizenry to for pleasure, for money's worth and power,
up the shape of nose, the turn of chin, the profile transformed, of another
are parents? Where is the individual? From giant to wimp, to pimp struck at the
method of indoctrination of war could against this great country apply
so condemn its worthy people to such a mad scientific knife,
to mold the face and take the name, even if in the name of super-spy--
thus create an army of politico-legal slaves to engender this war upon
individuality so rife?
Please see Glossary of Terms for any Sanskrit words needing definition or review.
The sequel epic to "Freedom Source" is entitled, "Freedom Fight.".
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