British Intelligence isn’t very good at what they do.
What? You thought because I didn’t raise you, as I raised the others, that I was oblivious to your presence and workings?
I just wanted to be entertained a while longer before I dropped the Intelligence Bomb – you know, by being a decent person and giving you a chance to do the only decent thing – correct yourself and move in a better direction suited for actual progress, instead of fixating on your penchant for head slamming innocent people just to see how long it takes to bleed maggots.
Yeah, I got it decades ago.
That you didn’t get that I got it is worrisome.
You need to regroup and define the real enemy, instead of playing it safe with proxies you developed to make you all look better than you are.
Know yourself and you will know your enemy.
Know your enemy and you will know yourself.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
The universe knows the secrets though, of sinister plans of the past to dim the shining light of the first born of every bright star. Now, and only out of desperation do they sing a new, loud and bawdy tune reminiscent of past atrocities exposed by the melody of corruption. Yes, the universe knows the plans to end that which never began. Or did it? And only now are we seeing the fruits of our seeds sown? But, which seeds? And, can we see and think clearly enough, with calm and foresight through the darkness–resisting the fear, moving with caution and confidence, while wading through the confusion in order to cultivate the flowers rather than the weeds? Who will protect the dim lights, reticent to shine too brightly, concerned that peaking too soon will snuff out the seeds the universe plants for the survival of the planet? A Daisy Mae flower blooms in October. A rose of Sharon smiles back. You’re safe–in a harbor alongside the seeds of the plan. The world chose you–and did so–correctly.