Post date: Nov 26, 2013 11:49:2 AM
(Here is a draft of a new poem tentatively titled, "The bean meanie" or maybe "The thief of beans". It is an activist poem and a speculative poem. It is from the sequence, "Fighting the fascist empire" of the book with the working title, "Taking possession of the moment". It is about cults and culture or cults within cults and the FAILURE of parents to prepare their children for the vicious fascism that young folks face in Canada which includes the Maritime Provinces or the Maritime Coven or the Mcoven. It is about or points to Satanic ... "sacrifice" - ultimately parents sacrificing their own children or their careers to the fascist system, which is collectivism, by not preparing them to fight. Anyone who does not resist or fight a fascist system is dead inside: soul dead because fascism squelches individual development which is the only way to any true happiness or sense of fulfillment. It is natural to QUEST for self development. It is the innate evolutionary gene, if you will, and it is BLUDGEONED in Canada, most forcibly so in the backwater Maritmes which SHOULD NOT be a backwater at all but is because of the fascist or Satanic economic/government system. Soul death is what has happened in the Maritimes on a massive scale. This is why so many of the young go down the road. Meantime the population that has remained here is soul dead with most resistance beaten out of people. They have had the bejesus beaten out of them by the system which includes the parents. Collectivism, which subverts individual development, goes back to the beginning of organized religions which are deployed to keep people in line. This went on until Jesus Christ broke the paradigm. All real people have got to come to it eventually: either take up the trek with Christ or conform, conform to the dictates of your fascist family or fascist culture or fascist elite-controlled country. Families should not be about collectivism. They should be nurturing groups for each one but rarely is that so - self evidently. Otherwise we would have more Jesuschrists in our midst. When was the last time you saw one? Also note, the referred meaning of the word "demon": someone extremely diligent or skilful. Now doesn't that sound just like Jesus who was such a thorn in the side of the ruling fascists and their adherent mobs of his day.)
The bean meanie
(or
The thief of beans)
I'm schemin,
I'm dreamin
(of Dreamon that gorgeous poem
and the others
stolen
by Mr Kurtz,
the local mafia godfather).
Yes I'm schemin,
I'm dreamin,
I'm a schemin demon:
a schemin demon
schemin
for Christ.
I'm a holy demon against Satan
incarnate
who is Mr. Kurtz.
I am rebellious against the rule of Satan
here in the Mcoven,
I rebel against Satan
for Christ.
Christ has authority on earth
and it is me:
it is in me,
I am vested with his authority on earth.
... I am schemin,
I am back on Pumpkin Hill
schemin....
Lo and behold it all came true:
I became what I schemed out to be
and more.
The only hitch is the Big Heist
of my manuscripts and my photographs,
the big mindkontrol/torture neuropsyop
I am working now to solve.
I am working to bring the perpetrators to justice.
It occurred only because
I was not properly warned about Kurtz and his mafia
beginning when I was a boy.
I thus was not prepared for the depth of corruption
manifest in the Mcoven.
I was not told about fascism
which is the economic/political face of the underlying Satanism
and a cult or collectivist system.
I was not told that Satan ruled,
I thought foolishly I was in a free nation.
In fascism self preservation needs to be accentuated
if one is to remain alive.
My father should have instructed me:
he failed in his duty to prepare his own son
for the kleptomania of the local fascist god,
the lord of the land,
the rabid synthetic maddog Kurtz
who is out of control.
He is the cultmaster,
the pimp of my hookermom
... and apparently even - somehow - the master of my own dad too
as it turns out
- much to my chagrin
much to my misfortune.
That looks to be why he never helped me learn the techniques of self preservation
... and thus eventually
at the crucial moment to squelch my career in poetry
the Big Heist,
it did,
it surely did occur.
Another historic manipulation by the Illuminati
... conducted by Kurtz and his gangster minions,
the Kbopps.
Naturally I love and trust people
and thus self preservation
seemed no big concern for me when I was younger.
I was wrong and should have been corrected
for Kurtz and his bullies surely were lurking
even then.
In nature it is ok to love and trust
for nature surely can be trusted
and God
who created nature
can be trusted,
but in Illuminati fascism thugs like Kurtz rule
and one has to be strengthened,
one must get toughened up for the fight
to stay alive
and to make one's career thrive.
I never fully understood that
then
when I was a boy
and became a young man
but I get it now ...
O yes lady Tesa,
I am getting there now.
Not only a power-crazed superthief,
Kurtz also is so cheap,
in tandem:
he is a bean-counting fascist meanie
and a tea meanie also.
He stole my gold - my poems -
and he also stole my beans and my tea
... because I refuse to kiss his boots.
In fact now that I know of his cowardly ways
I hiss at him
and thus his bean meanies are hounding me
everywhere here in the Mcoven
governed by the cultmaster.
Kurtz
and his infantilized Kbopps are the beanmeanies.
They are gangstalkers.
Still, I might inject, that in spite of all
and because of my artistic discipline,
I have passed through the gates of heaven
while everybody else in the Mcoven
and throughout the planet is working to get there
by dying
in accordance with the doctrine of Mr. Kurtz
and his associate cults.
The Kbopps refuse to understand
that death is the gargantuan lie
and the grand spell of evil perpetrated by Kurtz et al
from the beginning of mythological time.
But sheesh
what a geese ... being ensconced here
in this world infested with the cults of death
without my manuscripts and my reference books and my notebooks too.
My career has been hijacked
by this grotesque monster of hell on earth
and the heist is temporarily maintained
by the bean-counting Canadian bureaucracy of fascism.
The bean thieves
are out,
the thieves of beans.
Mr Kurtz is a thief of beans ...
how cheap can you get
how CHEAP can you be
to steal beans from a baby
who did not grasp the depth of corruption
he was born into
as he was being led to slaughter
even by members of his own family.
The thief of beans ...
kidney beans
yellow beans
yellow eyed beans
black eyed beans
string beans
coffee beans
cut wax beans
green beans
all kinda beans
refried beans
classified beans
beans for minestrone stew
king beans
queen beans ...
brown beans
beans for baking
navy beans
romano beans
chick peas
pea soup ... too.
O yes Kurtz is cheap
and
counting beans to keep my career imprisoned.
KURTZ IS THE WORST TYRANT IN HISTORY.
Now there can be no doubt:
HE IS WORSE THAN STALIN,
HE IS WORSE THAN MAO,
he is worse than the Rockefellers
and the Rothschilds combined:
HE HAS GOT TO BE BALL AND CHAINED FOR THE SAKE OF ALL MANKIND.
Natural law has got to nab this Cronus child eater right now.
Kurtz must be taken down
as he is relentlessly harassing me,
his minions gangstalking me,
and torturing me with his directed energy emf/scalar neurological weapons.
HE CANNOT FIGHT LIKE A MAN:
Kurtz is THE ULTIMATE COWARD,
the ultimate thief.
All of humanity is with you.
No holds barred now ... scheme
to take him down
to bring him to justice....
O yes I'm schemin,
I'm dreamin ...
and you Mr. Kurtz should know by now
what that means
- but apparently you have no pattern recognition
because you refuse to cease and desist
and try to reduce your sentence.
Somebody should point out to you
what the logical end is
when I'm schemin
and when I'm dreamin
to have you locked up in a ball and chain
for what you did to me
and thus all humanity....
O yes
my Lady Tesa
I'm schemin
and I'm dreamin....