04 Jonathan Warbel visit 4

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Jonathan Warbel visit 4

 

 At this point it becomes necessary

To lie to you in part

 

 For your protection and mine

 

 Can’t have you making perfect sense

Now can we?

 

 At a point you will come to know

That which is fact and fiction

 

 For now it is best to let that go

 

 My apology ahead of time

 

 The tire do you recall?

 

 The weight was external

 

 What do you suppose

Would be the increase of mass

For the planet

 

 Due to construction of cities

Stadiums, freeways, structures

 

 What difference would it make

To the mass?

 

 Before you answer

 

 Consider the pyramids

Temples and coliseums

Airports and freeway exchanges

 

 Can you even grasp the idea?

 

 No?

 

 The answer is zero

 

 Nothing leaves the planet

Nothing comes nothing changes

 

 Matter changes mass remains

 

 So again

What difference does it make?

 

 The moon still circles

Seas rise

 

 Tides come and go

 

 Take the weight off the tire

 

 Balance it without adding

Or taking anything away

 

 Somewhat more complex

 

 The question now

 

 Requires the gain at some point

To counter the loss elsewhere

 

 The precise counterpoint

Exact counter amount

 

 The mass stays the same

 

 It is instead redistributed

 

 Suppose you had access to power

Unimaginable wealth and knowledge

To achieve near perfect balance

 

 Accounting for influence

Of heavenly bodies

Gravitational pull, plate shifts

 

 One could maintain quiescence

 

 Elliptical perfection in precise time

 

 Actually predict and control force

 

 Tame nature mostly

But not completely

 

 Imagine a clandestine society acting

With this and its anonymity

As its sole purpose and priority

 

 To have the ability to predict disaster

 

 And collective moral deficit

To watch millions perish

 

 Rather than reveal a secret

 

 Power to buy and sell countries

Influence governments

 

 Control permissions

Through permit approval

 

 Yes if the plans contribute

No if they detract from the design

 

 Rearrange industry and progress

From any shore to any shore

 

 All designed to move mass

From one point on the tire to another

 

 For the purpose of balance

 

 Disaster prediction is opportunity

To snatch wealth and power

From the jaws of devastation

 

 They don’t move oil drilling platforms

From the Gulf of Mexico

To Brazil for wealth

 

 They move power to Brazil

 

 To control redistribution of mass

Affect balance, recalculate change

And effect as it takes place

 

 Who would you be willing to kill

To defend such a noble cause?

 

 It must be carefully orchestrated

 

 Without detection

In full view of scrutiny

By the seeking eyes of science

 

 To do this requires coordination

Combination of resources

 

 Cover through consolidation of ideas

Data shared centrally and globally

 

 Inconsistencies erased

Through sharing of information

 

 Unquestioned consensus

Cast in stone as reference

 

 All carefully controlled

 

 Then a problem arose

 

 A little fly in the ointment

 

 Creation of computer models

To record and compare trajectory

Of expected elliptical orbit

 

 Could identify deviance

Caused by such activities

 

 In short

The Warbel model became a risk

 

 That’s when the attack began

When I saw the face of evil

 

 Part of what I’ve told you is false

 

 If you share it

You will be discredited

 

 I’m tired now

Please leave me

 

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Desolate

 

Heavy silence

Enters like fog

 

When you realize

An uncertain future

 

No escape plan

Sunset with Susan

 

Anxious panic

Unfinished life

 

Warbel’s tale

Reflected another

 

Calendar and numbers

 

Sum and difference

Of two stories

 

The part you hear

Part you play

And a part unspoken

 

Warbel said he was lying

 

But the story he told

Was nearly the same

 

He saw the face of evil

 

I heard the voice

 

Were they the same?

 

What now?

 

If worst fears are true

How to protect?

 

And what about Susan?

 

Am I threat?

 

Do I listen?

 

Warbel said trust no one

 

How do you counter?

 

They changed the numbers

 

Who are they?

 

What numbers?

 

Pillow and covers

Sun on the shade

 

A new day

Dead man waking

 

Tired sore bones

Tinnitus

 

Coffee and aspirin

 

Yes definitely

 

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Harm's way

 

You move out

The ones you love

 

Cliché but it's true

 

Where to be safe

and set aside life

from something unknown?

 

Is that what Warbel did?

 

To share or not to share

Seems the right question

 

For now no answers

 

So it's you that must go

 

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On assignment

 

 Susan, hey love

I must be gone for a bit

 

 An assignment

 

 I can’t tell you that yet

 

 Because I don't know for sure

 

 Just a little while

 

 You should worry

 

 Because if I say don't worry

You'll worry more

 

 That's why

 

 I'll call you when I can

 

 Of course, I do too

 

 You have no idea how much

 

 I'll miss you too

 

 I love you

You know that

 

 Ok, alright

 

 Bye

 

 (‘ring’)

 

 Yes babe?

 

 

 Did Warbel tell you

About the numbers Mr. Sparks?

 

 Be sure to ask him

 

 He could have spared you

 

 But he became unstable

Too unstable to be effective

 

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Warbel is real

 

They didn’t make him up

I looked him up

 

They didn’t make that up

I didn’t make him up

 

Good lord

It’s a labyrinth

 

Which is instinct?

And which is directive?

 

It’s very Matrix

Without weird angles

 

When chance arrives

If it comes

 

Will I recognize?

 

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Warbel 103

 

 Beware of the Civil

 

 In the garden was the tree

And from it knowledge

Of good and evil

 

 Before eating from it

You are blind

 

 After you are not

 

 You don't know you're blind

 

 You are unaware

Until you can see

 

 Awareness consumes

With its salacious appetite

 

 The serpent spoke to Eve

 

 She consumed and saw

And she was consumed and seen

 

 The rest is known

 

 But for the Civil

 

 Who sought amusement

At the spoil

 

 And later at the tower

A great stairway to Heaven

 

 Language to follow

Confounded and scattered

 

 Babel on Babylonia

 

 The Civil were behind that

 

 They were destined to mortality

But they'd already seen

 

 They possessed knowledge

And cradled contempt

 

 Bounty paid

 

 Ascension to power

And their secret kept

 

 Nostradamus found obsession

In the occult

 

 Perhaps in the Civil

Likely so

 

 He saw the face

For a time it defined him

 

 Leonardo from Vinci, Italy

Saw it as well

 

 Both became obsessed

With the search for a truth

That could stop it

 

 It consumed them

 

 You’ve heard the saying

It couldn’t be farther from the truth?

 

 Veritas

 

 The truth will set you free?

 

 Righteous truth?

 

 What doesn't kill you

Makes you stronger?

 

 Sometimes it just kills you

 

 A righteous world assumes

The truth to be linear

 

 The quest confounded in circles

 

 Because truth in fact

Is circular in nature

 

 You’ll finally come around

To the truth

 

 The farther you get from it

The closer you come to some truth

 

 If not the truth you sought or wanted

The comfortable truth to you

 

 Perhaps an unreasonable truth

 

 Picture a circle as a clock

 

 At midnight reason and rationale

And at six o'clock chaos

 

 Follow left or right

 

 The further you go

The more radical

As you approach chaos

 

 A triangle is the strongest shape

 

 But a circle provides balance

 

 The search for truth is no different

 

 Knowledge of the universe

Leads us

 

 From that which we understand

Toward that which we do not

 

 Each step farther

More uncomfortable

 

 Stretching from sane to insanity

 

 Those surrounding you fall back

Uncomfortable association

 

 Suspicion to follow

 

 Accusation

Disassociation

Persecution

Blame shame and death

 

 Everyone who's seen the face

Has struggled with this

 

 How to share to warn to speak

 

 It’s the message that consumes

 

 It kills and destroys

 

 The threat binds our ability

To act

 

 To solve the puzzle

 

 So you write in a mirror

Hide secrets in quatrains

 

 Burn research ties

Destroy libraries and notes

 

 Disguise findings

 

 All revelations

To be discovered by others

Beyond our death

In their own quest for truth

 

 Salvation

Which steals our infamy

Possibly saving our souls

From the truth

 

 It’s a horrible obligation, truth

One not easy to survive

 

 Once you’ve seen the face

Once it’s seen you

 

 I believe

The Civil are behind it

 

 They have existed since before

And they were immortal then

 

 Their progeny transcend time

 

 To speak of the Civil means death

 

 You must accept

The remedy has been woven

Through the tapestry of time

 

 By those who understood

The answer would survive them

 

 They were given no choice

They were chosen

 

 And now the package has fallen

Upon you

 

 Someone sent you to me

And it might have been them

 

 If so my time here is ending

 

 Your clock has begun

 

 Succession

 

 To succeed is the only prize

 

 There’s no reason to believe you will

 

 Accepting existence of the Civil

Will save you time

 

 Your future I imagine

At this moment must feel finite

 

 Quite heavy

 

 We are all finite Randall

 

 We all end

 

 Sounds crazy don’t you think?

 

 Michel de Nostredame

 

 Believed his death to be imminent

When Catherine de Médicis

Summoned him to Paris

 

 It was not so

 

 I do not believe

Catherine to be of the Civil

 

 I do believe Michel knew of them

And they of he

 

 The introduction no doubt

Through his curiosity toward

Leonardo of Vinci, Italy

 

 Who passed him the baton

Through his search for the truth

 

 And by my guess

The discovery of so much more

 

 Satan is subtle and sly

 

 But these people

The Civil

 

 Are evil in incarnate

 

 They share secrets

To destroy you for amusement

 

 Their plan is unspeakable

 

 They’ll let you taste

Then poison you with taste

 

 To Nostradamus

They offered consistency

 

 Then painted him with ridicule

 

 Gains and losses work in their favor

 

 It’s not easy to change that

And don't think it can be stopped

 

 At best perhaps it can be altered

 

 They might propose a trick

Hidden in the gaps of a book

 

 Pieces missing to peak your curiosity

 

 You fill in the blanks

 

 But it's not you it's them

 

 It separates you from reality

 

 Looking back is worse than salt

Looking forward is madness

 

 What choices are you left with?

 

 You wanted to know and now

You wish you hadn't asked

 

 It’s the truth I’ve seen

 

 It will be tomorrow

Before you begin to see

 

Before you begin to fathom

What I have told you

 

 And it seems now

That I've led you to the tree

 

 For that I'm sorry

 

 You can’t take this all at once

 

 Please try to remember I’m crazy

And at least in some things

I am lying

 

 The bus is slowing

I think this is your stop

 

 I wish you could get off

But they won't let you

 

 You will soon return

And believe it's your will

 

 You can’t help it

And no one can help you

 

 I will try to do my best

 

 Could this be my lie?

 

 Do you think you can tell?

 

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