Posts Tagged ‘time’

Time Is A Human Invention


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“Your true wealth is your time and freedom. Money is just a tool for trading your time. It’s a container to store your economic energy until you are ready to deploy it. But the whole world has been turned away from real money, and has been fooled into using currency – a deceitful imposter that is silently stealing your two most valuable assets – your time, and your freedom.
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Economy fears ‘dismissed by Cheney’ claim

12 Jan 2004 Further damaging revelations about the internal workings of the Bush administration have been made by the former US treasury secretary, Paul O’Neill – this time about the economy. Mr O’Neill claims that when he raised concerns of a looming fiscal crisis he was told “deficits don’t matter”. Mr O’Neill, who was fired in a shake-up of Bush’s economic team in December 2002, said in an interview with Time magazine that he tried to warn the vice-president [sic], Dick Cheney, that growing budget deficits – expected to top $500 billion this fiscal year alone – posed a threat to the US economy. Mr Cheney cut him off, according to the interview posted on the Time website yesterday. “Reagan proved deficits don’t matter,” he said. Cheney continued: “We won the midterms (congressional elections). This is our due.” A month later, Mr Cheney told the treasury secretary he was fired.

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By this time it should be clearly apparent that the 96% Zionist controlled media lies full time and shapes the perception of events and conditions, according to its narrow agenda of ever greater co-opting and control of the world’s peoples and resources. If you don’t know this and believe them then you are co-opted and controlled, or consciously employed by them for whatever table scraps may fall from above, where they feast upon your fellows.

I must say some things today that will be unappealing to some and difficult for others. I will try to provide trends, circumstances, actions and sundry that will allow the reader to come to their own conclusions, rather than to simply declare how things look to me. I’m providing no links because I have provided the links already many times and if you can’t go and find these things on your own, through any search engine, then you are incompetent or don’t want to. In that case you are only the mulch for the fertile fields of the future. The leaves beneath us are nameless. There is no need for their recognition beyond their genus and type and that too is forgotten, in the time it takes for them to be reunited with their associates into common earth. We are seldom remembered for our capacity to acquire and consume and when we are it is due to the singular, outrageous evidence of the degree we took it to.

LINK:   The Curious Nature of the Self Chosen Few. Smoking Mirrors.

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2009 To Arrive not a Second Too Soon

Wait a second. The start of next year will be delayed by circumstances beyond everyone’s control. Time will stand still for one second on New Year’s Eve, as we ring in the New Year on that Wednesday night. As a result, you’ll have an extra second to celebrate because a “Leap Second” will be added to 2008 to let a lagging Earth catch up to super-accurate clocks.

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Time, Pink Floyd

Lyrics below,

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field, tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
And hear the softly spoken magic spell

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