Bro-Ken …

The atmosphere is shrouded

The memories, like moving pictures

I wade through every time I stand

My tears go uncontained

The egos which push me down

So they can feign;

 

It is my candle of strength

Knowing the truth

A flame they want to destroy,

To steal the light of day;

 

I hold the hope,

Others will not betray me,

Like the dears I lost because of my naivety

To trust.

 

(c) 2017

 

 

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Fractured by a Chiro

Here’s the thing …

A good doctor pointed out that I had been injured by a chiro. She was moved from her residence.

I will name and shame the chiro, and no amount of character support shall be the decider (see inserted image)

After I made a complaint to the Health Care Complaints Commission, the chiro used my explanation of the time between the occurrence and the x-ray and went further to suggest it was pre-occurring. The element of doubt, no less. As well as unjust and feeble attempts to shift the blame. As far as the intent warrants, I believe he intended to deny all responsibility and  duck for cover. He was careless and distracted by another male visitor. Rushed in fact. He did not look at me as an individual because I am female.

***There was no other incident or action that could have fractured my rib other than his physical manipulation of my skeleton***

Seeing me as a law suit, he stood to avoid responsibility instead of being honest or sincere.

I will hold him accountable, because I am not a body that came to him for help.

I am a person, and my doctor has been accused of breaching professional line for being truth full.

Should I be trailed by a dark shadow of deceit because of accusations of me being an accuser rather than the injured?

Should I have to wear the stains of malice because such a shadow gives a roof for people to make torches to shine on themselves?

This incident was not a mythical incident it was malpractice. This incident might have been pushed by those always trying to deliver me to suit their own outlook, but that means I resisted them.

Should I be punished for my strength, whilst rumors and reputation slurs are churned up by the pests who assume to have all the answers to my minds eye?

Seriously, this chiropractor is responsible for actual physical harm to my body.

 

criminal

Oneness

The subjects who tried to approach the people owned by this land, connected to me

To launch some kind of anchor, to raise a roof below

The female flaps of evil

And run an war of mentality

Against the planets conscious direction

and design.

They have fronted to the masses

Trying to cast a frame of mind

Wanting for whatever catches to continued

All the whilst I see they are mimicking the deeper

Cognitive of me

They scratch upon the surface, trying to be projected whilst they are pummeled from behind

Trying to will transference of my touches

Onto other peoples state of life

Pinching at parts of my immortality

Cross contaminating the continual of the insightful eye

Trying to drain the brains of people

Whist thatching to the retina of the eye,

This optical illusion

They toy with the immoral and shout rainbow,

horary…

Whilst they will to reflect my all as a horror

And refute the charge of dishonor

they see evil in their downlight

refusing to accept the assistance of light to set them free

All to busy having fun

Challenging the cosmos, and her rules

As the goal of their game;

A game that came from refusal

To accept the progress of destiny

And act to manifest a portfolio

Trying to tell fate

Where it should go

Impersonators so empty

They try to turn the facts of planet as host upside down

Trying to use a person

As their host

Whilst they steal and harm health by what they

Concoct in the everyday

Never accepting a defeat

They try to spin the words I write

Wanting to make to people take awash the truth of them

In insinuation and see it of me

 

© 2016

 

The conflict has already started; those who were responsible for ebola; where science beat, nature showed. They try to use the science of combat of zika to cut back into the ebola frame but by spreading darkness across peoples eyes. I try to cut that off, but they employ racism and hatred to try and call this nation black, not light, storming up the want to dominate all eyes as they want to engineer a nation state.

I gave time to deliver the code, but was thrown away for a chase of the dollar; to chase a delusion of conquering what was mirrored inside of a cunt struck mind. That lack is the deficit, where the definition is sucking back the positive energy and spreading negativity.

Energies are correlative to the core and the seven marks of man. There is no tricks which may force a imagined state of fallacy and illusion to allow a fraud to reign. Nor for the weapon of love to be a static field of conscious permission and zen, especially when it is produced from the evil eye or supports the description thus devaluing the definition (the woman pulled into a forbidden womb, by a man born from a forbidden womb, looking backwards in time to try and wield their own now as a higher power than the continuum of time and mortality).

I write this because My now is so oppressed by the game to compress me into nothing. The concepts I have read through psyche are being used as suggestion to conjure up pebbles for my future, so that the evil minds can try to draw their binds and restrictions and cast them out, thinking that they will be removed from them and someone else then gets the problem of solving. All people will only have their own destiny and fate, may no one or many be conditioned by this evil threat. The transference of evil, because evil defied the lore’s of life and has a heart is all surface and superficial, the trails of such malarkey I wish may not harm humans, but my wish can not be considered a gift to the evil.

Jesus was conspired against as his immortal soul was targeted and an illusion cast. The same was done to me in this life, by the same two people. They have for centuries, chased trying to achieve a sanctuary where they could be worshipped. They tandem with others to try to trick the minds eye and destroy the cosmic light of time to spread their dark frame. .Correlation does this on a much larger [global] scale, and is not theirs to denounce or trump by their foolish and feeble attempts to manifest their own myth. Simply, they have taken the reason for their denial (being correlation) and used it in the backswing of resentment to try and pitch the insightful state of value and performance, they try to turn many peoples heads backwards and looking in the wrong direction of time, trying to upraise themselves in a higher power. Along with it, a place for excuses (and uncouth and extreme behaviour) to be churned without any regard for the lore’s of conviction and intent. This damnation is a global atrocity.

No condemnation of my noticing shall allow it to be the future norm. the past cannot be over-turned regardless of those trying to make majikal flips. Destiny dissolves thing which are not meant to be kept, but those who refuse destiny to uphold what is denied by fate are people which have no allowance to infect in a godlike or spectacle sense.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

unnamed

I can not scream don’t treat me like I am a possession loud enough
I can not scream I asked for freedom and instead was imprisoned loud enough
I want so much for me not to be abandoned, but there is no-one deserved of my attention
Instead I feel abused, violated and treated like I am unkind
I am not needing to be carried, by those who want to win over me
not win in the sense as to liken
but win to defeat
I scream stop hurting me,
I wear a chronic physical injury and a memory of assaults on me
Every time they mosey in to help
like pop-up after issues were closed.
I can not forget how little my love meant
when I was crying
I can not tell anyone
Because what name do I charge
For the constant mental harassment
It is not fair this worm sees how all see it, but never listened to me
It is an offence for the violent to try to play god
When they are expelled
because they done me wrong.

Porch light

Bottom of the barrel; the social discrimination show,

Stemmed from the female strength; illuminated from detest,

The more I win, more deprived I become,

The harder it becomes to be whom I actually be,

Yet none can stop me.

The game to mimic my power,

Turn haters of the confusion game onto me,

In a ruse to drain my power, So the past can be the now,

Now sung for me, My me was stolen, Used discursively

By those who want to use the increments of my soul subjectively

Vindicated by illusion, entrapped, I am contained

Fools master thoughts inside of my conscious and deliver them to others whom then refract and see the me in the picture, because the thoughts are stolen;

Flying with the storytellers, who represent mythology right

The functions of my body, are bound by lore’s of life and Earth’s conscious

Like everyone; But I do not will for her to yield.

I have my story,

My story was mine to say

Arguing about the ears, who listen, who turn,

Who penetrate to try and have the tale recede

My version will remain,

Assaulted by those who stalk others brainstems, and frame the focal way

‘In the marks of guilt and ignorance’, the evil wench did say of

How she got to make it into the south, in refute of what I see.

For actually it was a notch, a knot to the balloon, A way to keep me at bay

Whilst the banished one strung his immune

The bad man wants to escape

Wanting himself not to be from her, seen through to many eyes?

He actually believes a switch is fated, in the sands of time

I want to protect, Because I know

Our immortal characters are formed, from the three heart rule

A rule which is not fluid, or absolute

One that is of origin

The pathway and the energy: which must be obeyed.

 

(c) 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

prudent

Shakespeare said, “the whole world is … [mother earths] stage all the people merely players [characters of god].
I have been taught that we (as humans) have our pre-face presentation and our backstage identity, but this is central to ones [true] being.
I think it is appalling how people try to twist this, and make a superficial version of them selves. Making this lateral rather than horizontal.  Trying to harness an audience, to project the fantasy of their sublime; to feed the audience with a ‘presentation’ of their persona. As a result this then allows their unconscious mind to blanket spaces, where it should not reach. I do not want the black death to suffocate human’s inner spiritual light all because they protect their backstage or true identity by trying to shift perspective and punish or convict another person based on gossip, insinuation and dredging up of closed issues.