Graham Hancock - The War on Consciousness:

".. and I stand here invoking the hard-won right of freedom of speech to call for and demand another right to be recognized, and that is the right of Adult Sovereignty over Consciousness.

There is a war on Consciousness in our society, and if we, as Adults, are not allowed to make sovereign decisions about what to experience  with our own Consciousness while doing no harm to others- including the decision to use, responsibly, ancient and sacred visionary plants, then we cannot claim to be free in any way, and it is useless for our society to go around the world imposing our form of democracy on others while we nourish this rot at the heart of society and we do not allow individual freedom over Consciousness.

It may even be that we are denying ourselves the next vital step in our own evolution by allowing this state of affairs to continue, and, who knows, perhaps our immortal destiny, as well."*



Please watch or at least listen to the whole speech. It's only 19 minutes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0c5nIvJH7w

Profound:
Do you understand what it means to be profound. Profound is nothing that comes from a book learning. If you are to be profound, it comes at a early age and leads to insight.

Insight:
The ability to look into something. Having it figured out before you start it.
Ongoing problem solving. The ability to see your near future and wanting to gain knowledge

Knowledge:
To gain and understand right from wrong. To know what it is to gain intelligence, correct decision making. This can lead to visions.

Visions:
To understand what it takes to get to where you want to go. To set your projection on life. How to gather intelligence.

Intelligence:
Research and the gathering of information to get you what you want out of life. A way to conquer your fears and questions about life. This will lead you to realistic goal and dreams.

Goals and Dreams:
Set your goals and dreams. One goal and one dream. You hit your goal and then your dream becomes your next goal, Then set your next dream. Before you know you will be on your way to the top of the life's learning chain. That's were wisdom comes in.

Wisdom:
I won't explain it, you can go to he Webster's dictionary and read the definition 1 for wisdom. It reads: see Bible

They are  other meanings these days and that is because people in today's society are losing their values and don't want to credit GOD for wisdom

Because the light from a tired sun shines off the moon onto lovers and the lonely alike.

Because love pumps through your body red and alive and you try to ride the beam.

Because your soul is a blade forged in questions of life and death, scarred by the blades of others, and passed down forever.

Because the way she looks in tight jeans is an ache that will always stretch on, the sublime torture of it, the ecstasy of skin on skin, the sweet safety of holding a sleeping girl.

Because sadness is a raindrop, inevitable, falling from the heavens unbidden and spreading its wings to fly.

Because the man in the arena hacks, spits, and stands in the dust and motions madly for another round.

Because night surrenders each morning, and there will, thank God, be coffee, and work to do and people to talk to.

Because the cool breeze on your face as the sun rises over the ocean.

Because wolves hunt and **** by instinct, and dogs can seem to smile.

Because the road goes past the horizon and you can feel it in your groin.

Because silence cannot be heard while we are still alive.

Because her smile.

Because the child.

Because the wild.

Because the next question.

Because the day.

I once lived by a river
That flowed with a seducing call
Drawing me daily to it's bed
And Liberating me in it's waves.

I miss my raging river
That use to splash all over me
Bringing joy and excitement
To my otherwise lonely days.**

©Tina Thompson

Nothing is definite
Not the blood in our veins
Not the air in our lungs
Not even the love in our hearts

All are subject to change
Either because we have shut our eyes
Or we are six feet beneath the flower stained earth
Or perhaps the world has shown us it is not worth loving

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;—
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;—a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.