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Holy Week 2016-Day 1


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Sunday 3/20/2016

On Palm Sunday Christians celebrate the triumphal entry of Jesus Christ into Jerusalem, the week before his death and resurrection. For many Christian churches, Palm Sunday, often referred to as “Passion Sunday,” marks the beginning of Holy Week, which concludes on Easter Sunday.

Jesus traveled to Jerusalem knowing that this journey would end in his sacrificial death on the cross for the sins of all mankind. Before he entered the city, he sent two disciples ahead to the village of Bethphage to look for a donkey an unbroken colt:

“Go to the village ahead of you, and as you enter it, you will find a colt tied there, which no one has ever ridden. Untie it and bring it here. If anyone asks you, ‘Why are you untying it?’ say, ‘The Lord needs it. ‘ ” (Luke 19:29-31, NIV)

The men brought the colt to Jesus, and placed their cloaks on its back.Then Jesus sat on the young donkey and slowly, humbly, made his triumphal entry into Jerusalem, fulfilling the ancient prophecy in Zechariah 9:9.

The crowds welcomed him by waving palm branches in the air and shouting “Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest!”

On Palm Sunday, Jesus and his disciples spent the night in Bethany, a town about two miles east of Jerusalem. In all likelihood, Jesus stayed in the home of Mary, Martha, and Lazarus, whom Jesus had raised from the dead.

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Why The Game…Is It Any Wonder (1 of 5 Why The Game-Sectional Chapters of No Mass: Cosmic Games)


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WHY THE GAME…IS IT ANY WONDER (1 of 5 Why the Game-Sectional Chapters of No Mass:Cosmic Games) (by: Paul Goree 2011-2014)

Lot seemed perturb, only to be further frustrated; as he attempted to cognate some feelings of discontent. If it was nothing to be felt, then why would a settled suggestion exist. A suggestion, from the No Mass, stating as usual, what they would like to implant into Lots mind. As long as he fought the thoughts, which were not internal: he had the upper hand on this very exhausting communication.

LOT to ST. P
I dont’ get it? What is the feeling, of which nothing is felt, yet something is thought, ought to be felt!

ST.P to LOT
It’s just the game. The Game insist on having total control. Thus No Mass, pound upon a mind, like a constant jack hammer. It’s intent is to cement, seeds of conformity. By creating confusing within the internal mind, No Mass knows that sooner or later, the subject will break! It’s a cruel tactic, but no different than the one used on earth for brain washing.

I remember when I first came into contact with No Mass. They seemed like the most rudest creatures on earth. They had a way of sizing up entire events, without any regards to the universal error they had made. The error was because they lacked to include within their total, 80% of the totals variables. Their equation, left out unknown values, which are the core of 3rd dimensional social dynamics. It is termed, Simple Social Interaction. It hypothesizes that:

Wij = aj + B jE ( Wj) + yj Xij + uij

(This equation is altered, using individuals as the expressions, instead of countries, as stated in Daniel Felsenstein work.) The equation supposes that two individuals are identical except for the fact that A had more space than B. If the populations are the same where both resided, the inhabitant of B would have more opportunity to interact, considering proximity. This equation would have to take into account other variables, such as the earning levels of each, characteristics, education, sex, health, etc. The entire scope of defining an individual, is much more than it’s 20% sum. Yet No Mass, in their attempt to re-condition a mind. Selectively removed all variables that accounted for individualism. This way, they could have more control of the collective.

No Mass attempts to prevent Kiais-Spiritual Kiais, the soul shouting out to the universe. Unfortunately in the 3rd dimension, the majority are unaware of this fact. They may pray, but their prays are not complete in proportion to the essence to their faith. Many over come this, through empowerment and human discipline. When such great events occur, the critic of such triumphs are shadowed. To make matters worst, the triumphs are often diffused early in their stages, by professional, who out of their own jealous worth; intentionally attend and not attend to create failure.

They didn’t want self pride to become a characteristic of the collective. They instead wanted the collective to be the pride of their individual defective souls. Each soul was ugly, damaged, sinful, manipulative, evil, and could not be trusted. However as a collective, the individual souls, formed a new identity for themselves. And this is where their pride should encompass.

They hated individualism. The ideal of an individual seeking internal peace, through reflective dialog within the self, was not tolerated. Negativity streamed the air, to interrupt such people, as they sought to meditate. There was no UNCONDITIONAL RESPECT for any person, seeking peace first for the internal, then the external. Such people were considered dangerous, because they socially isolated themselves from the external. It was considered offensive to be alone, think alone, dream alone. It isn’t a wonder-it is incidental and it conditions, preventing the TAO humble tolerance. I was hated for my silence. While in my silence, I was reflecting my entire life. I was laughing inside to my silly antics. I was crying inside for my non-compassion. I was redeeming myself for the many times I wasn’t loving. And by doing this in silence, in my mind, alone, I was hated. People like to learn from one another-yes this is true. But before one can learn from another, shouldn’t they let that other learn of themselves first. Thus preventing chaos!

The feeling of frustration that you may feel, Lot. I understand-seeming the soul is captured within the physical elements of the 3rd dimension. Now that you are quasi physical in the 4th dimension, you have a clearer understand of energy. Your soul energy here is the same as it was in the 3rd dimension. One exception, you had less control of it. Seeming it was restricted by the physical body. The physical body prevented the soul from existing as a total. In-fact the conditions by which the soul existed, were quit cramped, and created an invisible pressure, equating to stress. Many awakening thoughts and practices in the 3rd dimension, sought to clarify the soul energy. They expressed such thoughts of the internal self seeking peace. Well that is in direct contradiction of 3rd dimensional reasoning.

The awakening thoughts suggest that the conflict of the internal soul seeking peace, creates external fixations. These fixations become psychosis to the peace seeker. When the peace seeker is in meditation, they are able to move the fixations into bubble like containers. These bubble containers rise above the peace seekers head, and become separate from the peace seeker, reliving prior stress. The more advance the peace seeker get, the bubbles start to burst. The objective is to burst all of the bubbles, thus removing the soul from the manifestations of the external world, that have occupied the mind/wit/soul/sub-conscious. Once this free empty state of mind is obtained. The soul can attempt to do what it does best. Transmute it’s self into the spectrum of the universe. Very few in the 3rd dimension get the opportunity to enjoy this wonder.

Lot you speak of feeling something, with nothing to feel, but ought to be felt! Well considering your quasi 3rd dimensional state, that is what it is-confusion. Yet imagine 4th dimensional existences, feeling the same as you, but towards a 5th dimensional lacking. In which they soulfully seek. Is it any wonder?

K.C.M.O.-Abduction: Christian Cults


K.C.M.O.-Abduction: Christian Cults

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During the summer of 1995, I was traveling through Kansas City Missouri. I decided to apply for a job opportunity at a leading telecommunication company. The hiring process of this company, required a minimum of 4 weeks before a decision would be made. So for 4 weeks, I lived and took on temporary assignments through- out K.C.M.O, as I waited to be hired at the telecommunications company.

It was incredible doing temp work in that great city. An amazing small business environment-with diverse growth within various industry. Something liking to the “All American Dream” of effort, individuality and liberty resulting in ones desires. I had just left the University of New Mexico, had the opportunity to utilize all the sociological skills, I had acquired. I was deeply interested and concerned with working class America and the future of working class America, pertaining to poverty. One of these assignments that fueled my social conflict interest, was with a regional automotive parts distributor.

I recall the CEO of this company, informing me of the future outlook of not only his company, but many of America’s mom and pop businesses. Like him, I saw huge Pac-Man eating giants, ruining the base of America’s small business. The feelings expressed from him, carried with me as I continued to temp through -out the city.

The week-end of the 2 week, I spent the day relaxing in Penn Valley Park. I looked over to see two young people playing bongo drums. They noticed me and approached me. They introduced themselves and asked me if I knew of Jesus. My initial thought was, “Wow look at these two hippie Christian drum players!!!” I informed them, that I loved my friend/our friend Jesus. Our conversation went on to joyfully discuss Jesus and what I termed Jesus Love. They were interested in why I was in K.C.M.O.

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I explained the job I was being interviewed for and the waiting process. They then told me about where they live and work. From Penn Valley Park, they point to an older high rise building. They suggested that I should come with them to this building. The building was a Christian owned center, where by several jobs were available, living opportunities and faith fellowship. I informed them that I was only interested in the telecommunication job I had already invested time and interest in. They then stated, “that it is a great thing, that Christian organizations like the one they belong to, has the tools and access to offer other Christians opportunities to bolster their faith. If things didn’t work out for me at the telecommunications company, I really should look into their organization. “ They assured me that I could continue my educational studies and even develop my own job within the organization.But something about their re-assurance didn’t feel right. It almost felt as if they were pushing me to forget about any other occupational desires: and become 100% devoted to the organization which they belonged to.

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Week 3, I accepted another temp job at a legal firm. I alone with 3 other persons, were going to be working for a week, in one this legal firms archives warehouse. We were paired up and basically verified file boxes as we re-labeled them and then restocked them. The person I was teamed with, was amazing. He was full of faith and always made references to his life savior Jesus Christ. We developed a good rapture, discussing everything from music to Jesus/faith. Mid-week he invited me to have lunch with him and his fiancé. Before we went out for lunch we stopped by their apartment. She was a nurse and had to pick up something quickly.

While at their apartment, I noticed what seemed to be modeling composite card. I asked her was she the model. She informed me that she was. I had seen several modeling composite cards, which all seemed similar. But something about this composite card was so different. I was dazed looking at it, trying to figure out what was so faintly familiar. She asked me, what it was I was thinking. I responded, “I trying to figure this picture out, something about it, I don’t know…something about it is different than all the other composite cards I’ve seen…it feels different and the background and props are completely different…I don’t know – it feels and seems divine in a way.”

She smiled and took the photo and placed back on the table and suggested we leave. We picked up lunch at a Chinese restaurant and ate it at the hospital where she worked. After lunch me and her fiancé returned to our jobs. We arrived back in the warehouse around 1:00pm and went straight to work. The team that was opposite us (who usually made comments about us, always finishing our row first) were even with us at that point. As we started to work I started to feel a little nausea (stomach issues); I was thinking maybe it was the lunch-maybe the heat. Nonetheless I went back to work.

Next thing I remember is pulling a box towards me, like I had done all week. I looked over to see the team across from me, and they were nearly finished. I was lost in confusion, wondering what had happen. I looked at my watch and it was now 3:30pm. I asked my team partner what had happen. “Did I pass out or something? Why are we still in the second row? How did they past us? What happen?” He stood there and shifted his shoulders, nodding with a look of “I Don’t Know?” This made me even more confused. How could he not know what had happen. Nearly 2 and a half hours had past, and he couldn’t explain what had happen. We continued to work, and I simply let it reside for that moment.

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When I got home, I searched my mind for a possible explanation. I keep refraining from the obvious, because it seemed so impossible. Could the bongo hippie playing Christians and the Nurse/co-worker all be connected. Where they some part of a Christian organization, something of which I didn’t know how I felt about (at the time). I had heard of such organization and 2 prior had experience such followers. But for this particular moment, in this city and state, for some reason, I felt I had be abducted.

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This abduction wasn’t alien/space or anything of that type. I felt that my team partner knew more than he was revealing. And that my comment to his fiancé about her modeling composite was truer than I could ever believe. I immediately thought about the drum making-playing hippie Christians I had met. I immediately also thought about some of my UNM studies, where by faith based collective groups were very real.

When I was at UNM, I went to Waco, Texas for an academic conference at Baylor University. While there, we took an excursion to the burnt remains of the Branch Davidians compound. While on the excursion we came across a large group of protesters. They informed us that they were Extreme Christians and that they had assembled from around the nations in Waco, Texas to protest against the FBI’s involvement with what occurred at the Branch Davidian Compound. They informed us that they needed to be presence at this event, seeming the FBI was doing PR retouch to minimize the event to the nation.

They knew we as students would be attending the PR event (which we did) and they wanted to make sure that all of those who would be able to attended the PR event, understood that this nation cannot allow centralized government to murder/attack/burn it’s citizen. This nation needed to remember Separation of Religion and State.

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Today I look back on all of this. It still plagues me, as I have experienced stranger events till this day. The thought of Christian Cults still compound me with misunderstanding of my faith and it’s practice within the social environment. Listed below are some web-site regarding Christian Cults and Faith in the United States of America.

LINKS:

http://www.waltermartin.com/science.html

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2014/03/31/sacred-and-profane-4

http://curiousmatic.com/5-insane-religious-cults-active-today/

http://www.christianitytoday.com/women/2014/march/raised-in-christian-cult.html?paging=off

http://www.spiritual-research-network.com/pseudochristiancults.html

http://www.sklatch.net/thoughtlets/pall.html

http://www.stopracism.ca/content/most-extreme-radical-christians

Onward-DE MON FAIRE


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ONWARD – De Mon Faire
By: Paul Dewit Goree 8/7/2014 (PHX wave conclusion 8/2014)

(DE MON FAIRE = Of My Maneuvering. knowing that I am maneuvering nothing and God maneuvers all.)

Gone are the feelings, the mislead urges
Denied, keeping me hungry forever
Washed in the tide an insipid star
The star you stole and deprived me

Gone are excuses, the lingering fuel
Of a life mistake, dooming a forward tread
With nothing from nothing, growth with nothing done
It’s seems life has a power, a power of its’ own

CHORUS
What I’m not understanding ,
Is now divinely synched automatic
Within the valley , I feel myself
Looking down up from a peak
Knowing that distances and time
Lay ahead, and so must I
All of the past rest assured
Becomes the strength as I venture on…
On, on, on, on ONWARD, on, on, on, ONWARD!

Gone are the systems of error default
The people expectations lost, now that I
Contest, and demand the equivalent
Manipulation disentangles, no negative energy resides

Gone are the ambitions, of collective worth
Pushing aside, all my De Mon Faire
Reversing decisions, displaced within myself
I find it easier to say “Jesus Love” and let others find their way


Recently WordPress sent me a congradulation email, documenting my association with them since 2008. As I read the email, I thought about my original intent of blogging with WordPress and came across this un-posted work. At the time I was posting on several blogs and internet services, depending on the rhetoric. The following was posted via my Blackberry on the Sprint Network, 2010. PS: Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen! (My pre-De Mon Faire, which did not evolve until later that year, 10/2010)

• me June first 2010 : Secret Society question‏
• Paul Goree 6/01/10
To: paulgoree@yahoo.com
From: paul goree (paulgoree@live.com)You moved this message to its current location.
Sent: Tue 6/01/10 1:04 AM
To: paulgoree@yahoo.com

Uhm I just thought about something. First of all lately I’ve been going over and over in my head, hounding my conscious and sub-conscious memory for details concerning my time in Kansas City Missouri where I first met a group of Christians who made drums and sold them in the park. They invited me to come and join their organization and live in a huge high rise in KC-Mo, but I declined. Why should I consider their offer, when I was already 1 year into my own research concerning the working conditions of American Workers? I had just left Sea-Land Industries and witness how the United States (politicians and corporations) sat quietly and fleeced us out of the global shipping industry, to a global competitor (Maersk Shipping). While I was in KC-MO, I had just finished a temp assignment at Western Auto where the CEO told me and I witness him try to save his company and his employees from the take-over intent of COOKIE CUTTER CORPORATION that only care about money and don’t give a damn about Americans, especially American workers (can anyone say NAFTA). He was particularly anger at the territory unintent (no interest) of one giant franchise that has gulped up American small business (mom and pop operations). This is where my heart desire was at the time, the American working class; as I traveled state to state (at this time Alaska, Missouri, Oklahoma, Louisiana, Alabama, West Virginia, New York, Michigan, New Mexico, Washington, Oregon…)

So why would I even consider joining a bunch of hippie loving Christian who seemed to spend their time, spreading the word of Jesus (which was an admirable thing to do) but my interest where set on experiencing as much work history by as many companies that would be out of business in the future. At the time I termed them “antiquated industries/business” because something about their nature would be a factor I predicated would result in their closure. When I finally disclosed my research (1999), America wobbled on the brink of chaos or annexation or war. I had to save what I termed then, AMERICANISM for Americans. I saw an economical crash occurring, the intro of the Amero, credit card collapse, gift card craziness, the FDIC authorization being overridden by, Financial Networks that were not regulated because they did not claim themselves as banks.

Another reason I pleasantly smiled at the Christian drum making, drum playing hippies was I had already encounter some extreme Christians, in Waco, Texas and I felt more like them. And boy them boys were serious and questioned my faith in ratio to the Federal Government. But they let me listen to them and their ordeal and I was impressed even through their ideology and issues with the government I did not total agree with. However we shared a respect for David and the burning of ???????? in Texas (David Koresh). So the drum making, drum playing hippies where not even in the same league as me, and I had no interest in relaxing when much work and experience was needed. So I passed up the offer to jump into more work and employment to study.

Well today I was on the yahoo ask community (yeah I am back with Yahoo, but still only trusting Microsoft/MSN) and someone asked, if the end of the world was near. I responded by stating No, but some type of human sense of evolvement might be in the work. Then I question hadn’t they read or seen the Celestine prophecy and I nearly stopped in my tracks. WAIT WAIT WAIT….The damn secret society wanna be’s of Las Vegas, maybe, just maybe (I’ll never forget that beautiful girlfriend of a co-worker who was a nurse but tried to be a model and she showed me one of modeling composites…I saw a similar too similar one here in Vegas)…

So if these ass holes here in Vegas are in any way related with the hippies in KC-MO then WOW, I am the Celestine Prophecy (or a portion of the entirety) and I now Spiritually and Humanly (physical state) REFUSE TO BE OR DO ANYTHING WITH THEM OR FOR THEM. Thus my own prophecy of me is true, I will write the book that not only exposes them as fakes, but also be in association with the REAL DIVINE SPIRIT as quoted by Dr. Hank Wessleman and Shamanism, which will prevail in the coming of the lord. And to think I thought I would die before the Rapture.

Anyway, I never associated those KC-MO hippies with the Celestine Prophecy or the Rapture for that sake, or with the extreme Christians in Texas. Yet I always had a feeling that these ass holes in Las Vegas might be associated with the drum makers of KC-MO. What a fucking trip!

And the minute wicked side of my sub conscious mind has pledge to give all of their souls to the voo doo lady from Mombasa, who collect souls in a glass bottle to wear around her neck for illumination. Ha Ha Ha, you gotta laugh at that, seeming that some actually thought they could, knowing they couldn’t and not even given a damn of the consequences, I would never involve evil to my purpose. Collecting souls in a glass bottle, is taken from the movie “Serpent In The Rainbow” which detailed the unbelievable but true events of Wade Davis (an Etnobotinist) as he researched his doctoral thesis and ran into undefined spiritual events, related to Voo-Doo and witch craft. Not that I was comparing them to the experience of Wade Davis or me being of his nature. It was just I was on my own self-created mission, which involved American industry and I was physically working in those industries to experience it for myself!

None of them were in Waco Texas when I was there, None of them were in KC-MO (I can’t qualify that one, but not to my knowing) and the biggest thing is none of the nice great Christians I met in the pass, used sadistic evil tactics of the devil to prey into the sub conscious or conscious thoughts of another. As the reggae song states, …”la di da, the devil has fallen…rest now, a new day dawns, la di da the devil has fallen, bless Jah, a new day rise!” I can’t get over it, the correlation between the secret society and the Celestine prophecy. The only thing I did not like in that book was the way they used telepathy. I hated it! And look at me now, it’s a good thing I understand the dynamic of the human conscious and (and now a little) sub conscious mind. (Besides it was one of them, here in Las Vegas, that told me, “Oh just accept it, it’s an evolved skill you’re acquiring.” Right fucking demons working with fallen angels. OR have the demons influenced the fallen Angels. Nonetheless, it’s worthless because I know a secret which is also a joke on all of them. You’re loving and following a prior Angel, who simply wants to return home and which HE CAN’T, at least that what he believes and you believe as he leads you. So I seek to return Satan home to heaven, and seek to encourage the humor of that statement in other Christian’s, as to deflate the mystical essences of his power, which derive from GOD (our Alpha Omega). What does that say about them, who follow Satan?????

Oh well something new each day is learned. But wow, the Celestine prophecy. Damn it reminds me of when I was about 8 or 9 and I got baptized. Strange group of Christians, strange feeling, strange everything and I wasn’t with my mom, that’s the scariest part of all. But anyway, this oddity is becoming fun for me, now. I can laugh at their stupid asses using their own tool, telepathy. Ohh I hate it, but then there are a lot of things I hate about the living world that I tolerate. So it’s time to start using it in my own humorous interest. Have fun with it.

CHECK OUT SUNDAY MORNING on YOUTUBE by ME: PAUL GOREE … http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLO8VpeeHHQ (Sunday Monday about a total blatant disregard of all the data, stimuli, words, expressions, emotions, that I receive through the week, that attempt to credit their human created beliefs: and I am tolerant and respectful only to find out, that every Sunday Morning all of their rhetoric is washed away, by my faith in God!)
Pueblo De Jah http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMEhPqqp30A (My favorite, simply expressing love of Jesus and those that follow Jesus, in a re-created complied vision of the Gospel.)

Boricua santería Palabras Lineage


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Una maldición para los jugadores del juego de Halloween de 2012 (Jesús salva mi alma por esta maldición)

Ojo por ojo
Todos los que mintieron, ahora mueren
Los gritos de su colmena, ni los lazos río
Puede evitar que su maniobra de Halloween 2012.
Y ahora mi alma paga el precio más alto
Comenzando con usted, y luego a su linaje
A lo largo de las vides del diablo encuentra
Los momentos más oportunos para canjear mucha aflicción
Hago un llamamiento a la más alta esfera de la vivienda más malvado
Ofreciendo un alma honrada, a solas
Para aniquilación de aquellos que, canturreó y bramó
Esa noche de Halloween.
Todos los que transgredieron en mi alma, yo te maldigo y su linaje es azotado.

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Thank You For Letting Me Be Myself


A Song By Sly…Thank You For Letting Me Be Myself (cause it really is all I know and have been!)

Lookin’ at the devil Grinnin’ at his gun Fingers start shakin’ I begin to run Bullets start chasin’ I begin to stop We begin to wrestle I was on the top
I want to thank you for lettin’ me Be myself again Thank you for lettin’ me Be myself again
Stiff all in the collar Fluffy in the face Chit chat chatter tryin’ Stuffy in the place Thank you for the party But I could never stay Many thangs is on my mind Words in the way
I want to thank you for lettin’ me Be myself again Thank you for lettin’ me Be myself again
Dance to the music All night long Everyday people [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/thank-you-for-lettin-me-be-myself-again-lyrics-eddie-murphy-antonio-banderas.html ] Sing a simple song Mama’s so happy Mama start to cry Papa still singin’ You can make it if you try
I want to thank you for lettin’ me Be myself again (Different strokes for different folks, yeah) Thank you for lettin’ me Be myself again
Flamin’ eyes of people fear Burnin’ into you Many men are missin’ much Hatin’ what they do Youth and truth are makin’ love Dig it for a starter, now Dyin’ young is hard to take Sellin’ out is harder
Thank you for lettin’ me Be myself again I want to thank you for lettin’ me Be myself again Thank you for lettin’ me Be myself again Thank you for lettin’ me Be myself again I want to thank you for lettin’ me Be myself again

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