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
04001
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
04002
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
04003
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
04004
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?
04005
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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