Uh-oh.
So the stakes are up the chips are down the cards are on the table.
To raptorous applause the Home of the Brave has seemingly selected a deranged raptor murder clown
In the election illusion for the fabled top-job.
Actor-manager actually, not much new to see actually.
Except perhaps the hair.
At least he's obvious.
And what was the other false choice in this fkdup fakery anyway?
A lady raptor in a choice white wool trouser suit.
Did someone say 'choice'?
Of course not only the Brave, but we too the worldwide subjects, are already subjected to an incumbent Chief Raptor in sheep's clothing.
He's just like the other ones, and the other other ones.
Only that this sheep's clothing is black sheep's clothing.
Hope.
Change.
And we loyal little royal subjects here in Great Britain we have Great Raptors in sheep suits all of our own.
Our Chief Raptor wasn't even dramatically theatrically pseudo-democratically elected.
Oooh .. which one do you mean the PM or the Queen?
Whatever take your pick.
Both more politely educated than the orange clown but the intentions are the same more or less.
More and less.
More for them, less for us.
On on it goes.
That's the way uh-huh uh-huh they like it.
Uh-huh.
Britons never-never-never shall be slaves.
Uh-huh.
But what have we got that raptors have not got that they cannot got?
We've got what we've always got I mean really got
And they have never not got and always cannot got.
They just don't got it.
We've got Soul.
And that's a lot, that's the lot, that's your lot, you lot.
It's not a thing at all, but It's everything and nothing, oh sweet mystical spiritual paradox beyond my meagre words.
There's nothing more really and they want It they really want It.
And they can't have It unless we give It to them.
And even then even if we have even if we did
We can still take It back
Anytime.
Ours for the taking.
Uh-huh uh-huh.
Bodies come bodies go they don't last forever nothing lasts forever.
No thing lasts for ever.
What do I now know I mean really now know?
I really now know Soul.
Now really.
Only.
And that's all I need to know.
Bodies come bodies go but we've always got our Heart:
Soul.
There's millions of worlds many millions more than many millions
So I'm told makes sense to me.
Worlds come worlds go.
No thing lasts for ever.
This one this Earth
This unique ever-changing world of sublime complexity unfathomable incredible majesty
Seems to me now to be going down down.
Down and out.
Over and out.
It's over.
We're out out of a home.
Not really though, hmmm?
Home is up where the Heart is.
We've always got our Heart:
Soul.
The only way out is in.
In through the messy morass of our mucky much-manipulated minds.
Moving still meditating aware past the fear feelings that hold us down and out
And that replenish the voracious raptors.
In in in up into our most in inside our Heart:
Soul.
True Majesty, your Majesty.
You are Majesty, over and out.
Over and out?
Not Me.
Not my Heart.
Not Soul.
Never.
Always.
Eternal.
Infinite.
Me.
You.
Uh-huh uh-huh.
Congratulations @richhorn! You have completed some achievement on Steemit and have been rewarded with new badge(s) :
Click on any badge to view your own Board of Honor on SteemitBoard.
For more information about SteemitBoard, click here
If you no longer want to receive notifications, reply to this comment with the word
STOPCongratulations @richhorn! You have received a personal award!
Click on the badge to view your Board of Honor.
Congratulations @richhorn! You received a personal award!
You can view your badges on your Steem Board and compare to others on the Steem Ranking
Vote for @Steemitboard as a witness to get one more award and increased upvotes!