Poem -

Coerced

Coerced

Coerced.
Coerced
to believe.
Believe
what’s been
preached,
injected.
Force-fed
through
time.
Battling
narratives.
Conjured.
First
on the
scene.
Archaic
ideas
flowing
through.
Mind to
mind.
Clouding
the soul.
Moving
forward.
Once
installed,
tough to
dislodge.
Ancient
beliefs,
fears.
Thus
passed
forward
mind to
mind.
Generation
to
generation.
New concepts
hard to
apply.
Resistance.
Ancient
resistance.
Flowing
through,
cloud
navigation.
Dark cloud
raining.
Global
infection.
Danger to
modernity.

 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

" We learn from history, that we don't learn from history" cool write JP!.......................................................Jim

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Marion

Have you read the 'Eden' series by Paul Wallis John?...an extraordinary delve into how all the ancient txts scrolls etc tell a different story of creation and do not gel with what we have been 'force fed' at all...hugs x

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author
John Prophet

Hi Marion, I have not. But as we see today, there are those who crave to control the narrative and bend it to their will. Eyes wide open.
Thank you for reading.
JP

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author
Marion

Then you really should read Escaping Eden...The Scars of Eden and Echoes of Eden by Paul Wallis ...honestly...what an eye opener concerning 'bending the narrative'✨️

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