Those thought impressions...I guess

Some findings, you know those voices, they can have some sort of affect on things. And as I say this, I don't know the origin! I searched a small bit with google, "say yee oh blasphemy-full ones" and came to find the link below. And the rest (of the quote after "say yee oh blasphemy-full ones,") followed after viewing the link myself.

http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+10&version=KJV

"say yee oh blasphemy-full ones, lay thine eyes on my words this day, and see your treacherous thoughts revealed to you." Unknown

These are not my words quoted above, they are from an "unknown source", no pun intended!!!

Happy resurrection day(Easter), I guess. And well I guess google doesn't celebrate it, I've noticed; as it is not, in the google cover as most holidays are. No judgment, just something I noticed.

That is all.


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He's still trying to crack the code...

My eyes are open, and I'm feeling wide awake,
I can see now more, and please make no mistakes,
I know you still can't crack the code,
That is what I saw you say,
I know you have the file,
But I don't have it, so I just wont break,

Do you still think that you know me?
Do you think I'm still not that smart?
I may not hold much book knowledge,
But I do have other means,
Maybe a mental condition, that makes me see unseen,
Maybe just a fluke I hear from other people's dreams,

I'm not a witch I tell you,
It's so much more than that,
I hear many things,
But I wont elaborate to much on that,
I give messages to others,
I share my words,
But don't accuse me of scamming any,
As I ask nothing in return...

I don't use any candles,
My rocks just help me sleep,
They keep my dreams clearer,
They help keep them from dreaming things, that no one wants to hear...
My rocks are not drugs,
They are rather trinkets of sorts,
They can't be burned nor smoked, you can't put them in your nose to snort,
They are just pretty stones, of many colors you see,
They are only simple gems,
What kind of rocks are yours?

I have some happy moments, they come and they go,
I cherish those times, I carry them deep within my heart,
I write this live, I'm typing it right now.
My words wont always work for you,
Because you, like myself, have too much doubt.
My doubt though it can be heavy,
It's not so much as it was,
Because I see more happening,
It starting to clear some of that doubt.

You think I'll tell you the code?
Sorry I am not that naive,
I don't have the file,
You do, so why even bother trying to deceive?
Treat me like a joke,
I prove you to be a fool.
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Farewell Loves
Unknown Sender

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A busy mind, can be a busy person.

Have you noticed, that when we're busy mentally,and or emotionally, we feel exhausted physically?
Yeah! You know what I'm saying.

Meh, sometimes you have to say good bye to people you love, because deep inside it feels all they want to do is hurt you, and make you unhappy, so to try and give happiness to themselves. And sometimes you leave other people you love, because they threaten your very existence, by secretly trying to kill you and you are so angry and saddened by it, you never want to ever go back to them.

Oh well.

Here's just a few words of the mind breaking wind...

In the woods lurks a stranger,
He laughs, because he causes danger,
He snickers, he grins, and than his maddening laughter begins,
Yet he thinks I can not hear him, he thinks I do not know,
Because I'm a little sneaky too,
My past taught me so,

I hope he reads this and gets scared, cause than I'll have some surge of power and I might actually win,
Maybe I'll ask for rain to dampen his socks,
But since I don't want bad karma, I'll just stare at this clock,
It's the loudest thing when you turn everything off,
Sometimes if you demand silence it'll surely pi$$ you off,
It can seem to beat in your head like a drum,
Tick tick ticking, until you start to feel numb,

But back to the stranger who lurks just beyond the tree line,
He waits for his victims, because that seems to be his pass-time,
I can't tell you what he looks like,
I can't see him at all,
I'm just told he dangerous, and where he hides...that's all,
He hates young women, but I don't know why,
Maybe something happened to him when he was young and it made him cry,
Crying can be dangerous and threatening to a man,
But I'm a woman(yes I am, you have a problem with it, than deal with it) who hates crying too, So that little bit I can understand,
I wouldn't revert to violence though, that's just not my MO,

I try my best to just understand people, and try to step mentally in their shoes,
I don't like contradictions though, and I do not like being used,
Don't take me for granted, Or I'll have to change the locks.

Please be careful of the stranger though,
And I do hope you understand,
He worse than you can imagine,
He does nothing but always stand.


Hey, but what do I know? I'll keep an eye on the news, but I wont say nothing about it(That's not my job), lets hope I'm wrong, and we all don't have to read about it..elsewhere....

I think this is the only info I can spare as of right now,
Perhaps another day I'll come back, and tell some more stories some how.





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