Because now more than ever.
After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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What’s next?, you ask?
Read em and weep.
https://www.globalresearch.ca/whats-behind-new-aids-scare/5771628
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This is the best thing I’ve seen in many days. First smile I’ve had in a week.
Thanks.
JWM
Oh for the love of God. Our elites babble incessantly about “diversity”. But this is the real damn thing. “All Along the Watchtower” has been one of my personal anthems for 50 years. I have never heard it played so marvelously, so miraculously, so completely.
They did a great job but I seriously doubt that that performance by very competent musicians has a thing to do with the day-to-day variant of what we actually have with “diversity”.
Here’s another in that series I believe… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avx2OkDZN6o
Once again, the mavens of so-called “diversity” exclude the stylings of Wahhabi guitar legend Djinni bin Hendriks and his Sufidelic classic “Allah’s On The Watchtower.”
There must be some kind of blade over here
Said the Mullah to the Thief
There’s too many contusions
I can’t make this chop neat
Taliban, they stone my wife
Bombers scorch my earth
No one in this land of strife
Know what a poppy is worth
No reason to go Wahhabist
The Thief, he slyly spoke
There are infidels among us
Who think that Shari’ah is a joke
But you and I we’ve been thru that
And that is not our faith
So let us stop chopping falsely now
My stump is starting to ache
Well, ALLAH’s on the watchtower
Snipers kept their view
As unveiled woman came and wept
As we stoned them too
Outside in the Kush distance
A Blackhawk did prowl
Two Warthogs were approaching
And the wind began to howl
Lacking only Oko Yono….
This Dylan song takes me to Biblical times; to the exile and Assyrian and Babylonian times. All along the watchtower, princes kept the view. Stone parapets and the walled city.
The joker and the thief. You can be either one, or both. It’s universal-it means what you’re thinking it means. All I’ve got is a red guitar; three chords and the truth. The rest is up to you.
It’s: apocalyptic. I mean that sincerely. There are end times, and then there are end times. Choose.
WOW! Me like.
Me like even more better today.