The Power That Deceives (One Party Rule)

In chaos others struggle to comprehend,
With the rule of law up ended and gone.
Spawns a strong man's hunger for power,
Humanities heart weeps to what was lost.


They have weaved confusion and disorder,
They've sewn history's revision back with lies.
So, that the blind can be led to a new path,
A path of corruption and democracy decay.


Now comes a great big beautiful bill,
It lays out all of what they shall do.
More power to the mighty corporations.
And none to those that bear their truth.


Through nothing but guile and deception,
The power that be, rules over all as one.
Hiding their truth behind walls of false flags,
With a police state and military to back it up.
by, Sheilah Say 06.06.2025

What to Do About Wants and Needs

Everyone has wants and needs. But do you know what to do about them?

Well, there is now a 4 step plan.

 

Step 1:

Take 2 separate pieces of paper. On 1 write WANTS underlined. On the other write NEEDS underlined as well.
(Now keep this in mind; you cannot put any WANTS on the NEEDS list. And no NEEDS can go on the WANTS list).

 

Step 2:

Write your WANTS and NEEDS down on the 2 pieces of paper.

 

Step 3:

Now take the WANTS list and place it in one hand. (Any hand, it doesn't matter).

Now with your free hand shit in it. (Yes you read it correctly).

So now you have WANTS in one hand and shit in the other. Guess which one you're gonna get first?

 

Step 4:

Now take the NEEDS list and work on it.

 

Because:

*You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometime you just might find
You get what you need, baby

*From The Rolling Stone's song; You Can't Always Get What You Want
Written by: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards

Steps by: Sheilah Say

Treasure

 

Happy is the life that treasures thee,
To have placed thee among the elite.
Keep hidden your treasures from eyes,
Greed to covenant have as their own.

Steal thee hearts so many may worship,
To keep thy amongst all that is humble.
The treasure thee exudes is fragrant air,
Intoxicating to every sense it touches.

Thou hast teased the heart and stolen it,
Away from all except sad and sorrowful.
Keep thy stolen booty all for yourself,
So that it may always revel in a touch.

Easily like a mighty river un-dammed,
Coursing through once damaged land.
Keep all within the reach your aurora,
Dwell in the depths of your Gomorrah.
Sheilah Say

Poem

 As I lay still,

along the river of love,

I looked into its depths,

absent was love's reflection,

as my heart sank deep

into the dark water,

softly weeping

asking,

why has love's hand,

left me with despair?

why has love's hand

touched other's not mine?

and below the surface,

feeling the heaviness

upon my chest,

I felt the pain and emptiness.

Love has left for another.

Sheilah Say

Who Are We

We are but bone, flesh in water,
With calm, sadness and sorrow.
We have caring, kindness and are tender,
Tempered with a joyful happiness.
Abundant in life as well in a love of life.
But we are not without faults.

What are we?

Our hearts, souls and minds,
Along with these bodies have needs.
We all have been hurt and bruised,
And have been sickened by others.
But have seen kindness to others.
Have given our heart to another.

Why are we?

Do others know the love you had for them?
Or felt the betrayal from those once loved.
You know the joy of a warm day.
You know the sexiness when cuddling.
The enlightenment from wisdom that's given.
And we know in time all will be healed.

Who are we?

We are you and all of you are us,
And together we're the make-up of everyone.
With the love, needs and betrayals,
And broken hearts, joys and warm days.

We are, who we are.

Sheilah Say December 27, 2019

Are You A Good Christian?

So you’re a good Christian.

Go to church?

Celebrate the Christian holidays?

Do you?

Do you without question.

Before I continue a little about me.

I am a non-Christian.

I do not believe in organized religions of any kind.

Or the trappings that come with them.

This doesn't mean I am a Godless person.

I believe there is a God.

I just don’t think God has a religion.

(If you think God has a religion. Please I would like to know of the 4,200* religions world wide. Which one is God’s religion?)

April 16, 2017 will be Easter. A day celebrated by all good Christians.

But do you understand the origin of Easter?

Why it takes place when it does?

What do eggs and rabbits have to do with the resurrections of Christ?
There is much I have found on the origins of Easter. About why it takes place when it does. Also of eggs and rabbits.

Much of it convoluted and conflicting.

But all of it is steeped in paganism.

None of it has anything to do with the resurrection of Christ.

I did find this story. Which sums up the majority of my research.

The Babylonian Origins of Easter (Ishtar)

Easter is a day that is honored by nearly all of contemporary Christianity and is used to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
The holiday often involves a church service at sunrise, a feast which includes an "Easter Ham", decorated eggs and stories about rabbits.
Those who love truth learn to ask questions, and many questions must be asked regarding the holiday of Easter.
Is it truly the day when Jesus arose from the dead? Where did all of the strange customs come from?

The first thing we must understand is that professing Christians were not the only ones who celebrated a festival called "Easter."
"Ishtar", which is pronounced "Easter" was a day that commemorated the resurrection of one of their gods that they called "Tammuz", who was believed to be the only begotten son of the moon-goddess and the sun-god.

In those ancient times, there was a man named Nimrod, who was the grandson of one of Noah's son named Ham.
Ham had a son named Cush who married a woman named Semiramis. Cush and Semiramis then had a son named him "Nimrod."
After the death of his father, Nimrod married his own mother and became a powerful King.
The Bible tells of this man, Nimrod, in Genesis 10:8-10 as follows: "And Cush begat Nimrod: he began to be a mighty one in the earth. He was a mighty hunter before the Lord: wherefore it is said, even as Nimrod the mighty hunter before the Lord. And the beginning of his kingdom was Babel, Erech, Accad and Calneh, in the land of Shinar."
Nimrod became a god-man to the people and Semiramis, his wife and mother, became the powerful Queen of ancient Babylon.
Nimrod was eventually killed by an enemy, and his body was cut in pieces and sent to various parts of his kingdom.

Semiramis had all of the parts gathered, except for one part that could not be found.
That missing part was his reproductive organ. Semiramis claimed that Nimrod could not come back to life without it and told the people of Babylon that Nimrod had ascended to the sun and was now to be called "Baal", the sun god.
Queen Semiramis also proclaimed that Baal would be present on earth in the form of a flame, whether candle or lamp, when used in worship.
Semiramis was creating a mystery religion, and with the help of Satan (ok?), she set herself up as a goddess.
Semiramis claimed that she was immaculately conceived.
She taught that the moon was a goddess that went through a 28 day cycle and ovulated when full.
She further claimed that she came down from the moon in a giant moon egg that fell into the Euphrates River.
This was to have happened at the time of the first full moon after the spring equinox.
Semiramis became known as "Ishtar" which is pronounced "Easter", and her moon egg became known as "Ishtar's" egg."
Ishtar soon became pregnant and claimed that it was the rays of the sun-god Baal that caused her to conceive.
The son that she brought forth was named Tammuz.

Tammuz was noted to be especially fond of rabbits, and they became sacred in the ancient religion, because Tammuz was believed to be the son of the sun-god, Baal. Tammuz, like his supposed father, became a hunter.
The day came when Tammuz was killed by a wild pig.
Queen Ishtar told the people that Tammuz was now ascended to his father, Baal, and that the two of them would be with the worshipers in the sacred candle or lamp flame as Father, Son and Spirit.
Ishtar, who was now worshiped as the "Mother of God and Queen of Heaven", continued to build her mystery religion.
The queen told the worshipers that when Tammuz was killed by the wild pig, some of his blood fell on the stump of an evergreen tree, and the stump grew into a full new tree overnight. This made the evergreen tree sacred by the blood of Tammuz.
She also proclaimed a forty day period of time of sorrow each year prior to the anniversary of the death of Tammuz.
During this time, no meat was to be eaten.
Worshipers were to meditate upon the sacred mysteries of Baal and Tammuz, and to make the sign of the "T" in front of their hearts as they worshiped.
They also ate sacred cakes with the marking of a "T" or cross on the top.
Every year, on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the spring equinox, a celebration was made.
It was Ishtar's Sunday and was celebrated with rabbits and eggs.
Ishtar also proclaimed that because Tammuz was killed by a pig, that a pig must be eaten on that Sunday.
By now, the readers of this tract should have made the connection that paganism has infiltrated the contemporary "Christian" churches, and further study indicates that this paganism came in by way of the Roman Catholic System.
The truth is that Easter has nothing whatsoever to do with the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
We also know that Easter can be as much as three weeks away from the Passover, because the pagan holiday is always set as the first Sunday after the first full moon after the spring equinox.
Some have wondered why the word "Easter" is in the King James Bible.
It is because Acts, chapter 12, tells us that it was the evil King Herod, who was planning to celebrate Easter, and not the Christians.
The true Passover and pagan Easter sometimes coincide, but in some years, they are a great distance apart.
We know that the Bible tells us in John 4:24, "God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth."
The truth is that the forty days of Lent, eggs, rabbits, hot cross buns and the Easter ham have everything to do with the ancient pagan religion of Mystery Babylon. These are all antichrist activities! (ok?)

Satan is a master deceiver, and has filled the lives of well-meaning, professing Christians with idolatry.
These things bring the wrath of God upon children of disobedience, who try to make pagan customs of Baal worship Christian.
These customs of Easter honor Baal and is still worshipped as the "Rising Sun" and his house is the "House of the Rising Sun."
How many churches have "sunrise services" on Ishtar's day and face the rising sun in the East?
How many will use colored eggs and rabbit stories, as they did in ancient Babylon.
Excerpts from: lasttrumpetministries.org

I also found that the early church chose the time of celebrating religious holidays. Around the same time as pagan celebrations.

My view.

Believe what you want too believe. Believe it with all your heart.

Just don’t drag me into your beliefs.

Which is the worst?

I don’t know and I really don’t care.

Organized religions have been the bane of all humanity.

And they still are!

*https://www.reference.com

(It’s there just research it like I did)

In The Presences of My Mind

 
Diamonds falling from the sky,
I’ve seen rainbows in my eyes.
Landscapes swaying like a wave,
Colors saturates in the mind.

Swirling I drift through a cloud,
Pink, red, blue and orange abound.
Break free to rippling blue skies,
Sun is warmth to me as I fly by.

My mind floats on as a breeze,
Like many feathers aloft you see.
Meander along a windy course,
Colorful sights trail by and flow.

Best part of this trip has begun,
And gone as soon as it arrives.
My mind is taking me to places,
Where no one has been before.

Patterns of color upon the wall,
Only for me to see and smile at.
Swirling and shaping about into,
That which only my mind see’s.

My mind is something for myself,
No one can see inside but me.
It will take me almost anywhere,
Or simply leave me where I be.

Sheilah Say

Who Are You

You can be what you are.
       But cannot be what you are not.
Or... Be who you is.
Not who you is not.

Sheilah Say

Follow

To capture my body.
You must first capture my mind.
To capture my mind.
You will need to capture my heart.
When all three are possessed.
My soul will follow.

Sheilah

Pledge Allegiance

The Old

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United

States of America, and to the republic for

which it stands, one nation under God,

indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

The New

I pledge my allegiance to the United States Of

America and to the Bill Of Rights for which

they stand for. With equality, justice and liberty

for all.

Not just the few.

Some Good All Bad

Since my BFF had a heart attack just before Christmas. I have become empty, lonely and depressed. Crying for me is no option to my circumstances. Crying is my reality. Loneliness a constant companion. Emptiness and depression my reminders. Then there's reality. The reality that not hearing from my BFF for a long period of time. Would only lead to the reality of his passing. Which will most likely send me into a tail spin.

Sheilah Say

My Month

This is the first time in my entire life. That I feel so alone. I've dealt being by myself in the past but now it's different. One one and only friend, my BFF, has been in the hospital twice this month. Now he's home recovering.
This feeling of being alone comes from what I felt a couple of days ago. A feeling of dread. Of not seeing my BFF again.
I have resigned myself with growing old without a significant other. My boyfriend in 2007 passed away from a heart attack. I just couldn’t deal with losing my BFF.

My life is my own and will need to deal with this at a later date. When it comes is the time for me to deal with stuff in my life.

I just cannot shake this feeling.

Sheilah Say

Sprouts and Eggs

If I had a goose that laid golden eggs,
Or a tree sprouting hundred dollar bills.
I could have the wealth of a billionaire,
Funds aplenty in which to do as I cared.

The snap of fingers brings all my wants,
My needs attained by an others energy.
Mine towards more pleasurable pursuits,
Material possessions gracing every view.

Some could say, it so good having it all,
With a tree that grows and a golden goose.
All around would be so peaceful so serene,
To the eye, which doesn’t visualize at all.

As a blind eye turns away from the inside,
A place which money and gold cannot touch.
The need to secure necessary inner desires,
Longing for others who are of the same wants.

Lonely is a life filled with sprouts and eggs,
And no one touching the pleasures of inside.
Loneliness is snapped by an others presence,
Of laughter, the joy and companionship inside.

Sheilah Say

Who Are

You who are my heart, my life

and...

Always, my one my only thought.

Sheilah Say

Memories Hiss By

The sun shine's through my eyes,
See beam on a wall.

Sunshine right next to me,
Hear it hit the corner door.

Search light through the heart,
Suddenly I'm on a floor.

Words hiss through my memory,
Like a colonic BOOM!

Words hiss through my memory,
As wind whips at a tree.

A man stands in the corner,
But all I seen was light.

Stop the words they consume me,
Baby can't always be free.

People run around cell to an ear,
Me, still in a darkened room.

Mind don't stop seeing light,
There he is in the corner again.

Waves with words start a tremblin',
Hitting like a sonic tune.

Words and waves again tremble,
Within this blackened room.

Like a cold damp rag it'll kill you,
Soon or later turning into blue.

Hissin'. Hiss. Hiss. Hissing,
These ears always list.

If the noise don't get you soon,
Memories definitely shall.

RIDE-ON
    RIDE-ON

Right There in a closed off room.

BOOM!!!
    DOOM
BOOM!!!

Va-room to da moon,
    Alone with a tune in my room

Sheilah Say

 

A # 9 Dream

 Where am I? There are trees to the left and a steep grassy slope on my right. Ahead of me in the far distance, people? Not sure. As I walk in that direction. The trees give way to an expanse of flat open grassy plains. With a meandering of streams crisscrossing. Closer now. No people just a three high rail timber fence.
Seemingly everywhere. Some of it boxed into corals. While a zigzag of fence here and there but not across my path. Suddenly fences end and a grassy slope lays in front of me. Now I see people at the bottom and small groups spread about. Hop, skip and stumbling to the bottom I am greeted. A short statured man asks, what's up? Before I spoke a hand grabs the back of my collar. Spins me around and says, don't speak here.

**INTERMISSION** Woke up to pee.

Back in bed I settle in under a warm blanket and fell into sleep. Now I am in a jumble of wrecked houses. Looking for something or someone. A voice calls out to me, over here. I arrive at the area from where I was called. It's the short statured man. He is excitedly pointing to the ground. No pointing to a sign or print perhaps. Running off he gestures for me to follow. When I catch up to him we're both confronted by a huge block stone wall. Walking the perimeter I was searching a way inside. Out of nowhere a whirl wind lifted me of the ground. Though the whirling winds were fierce throwing debris all about.
Where I sat it was calm, almost tranquil. Gently the winds set me down atop the stone wall. When standing the whole of the vista stretch to the distance horizon. Beautiful low rolling knolls. With grasses in hues of light blue-green to dark forest green. A smattering of trees and shrubs only broken by lazily following streams. By contrast the sky overhead was overcast with dark blackened clouds. Then, again I was lifted gently into the air and carried forward. Set down in what looked like the middle of a ghost town. I scanned the two story buildings which were on three sides of me. I gave particular attention to the windows. Some had bars others a small balcony and where a window was opened. A rainbow of colored curtains were furling in the breeze. Outwardly floated the colors up and over into another window. The splendid display of these floating rainbows of colors. Had me beginning to float along with them. Just then there was a tap on my shoulder. Turning in that direction there was my friend the short statured man. Smiling he said, the town is closed for a holiday. Before I could speak he was gone. Replaced with a crowd of people from side to side of the street coming ‘round the corner. As they came within a few yards of me. I was swept off the street into a doorway. Then through the door. Now I stood on a shoreline of a crystal clear lake. At the far end was a waterfall. Not just your average falls but a waterfalls of multiple colors. The spillway was a sky blue flowing down into a darker blue to hues of sea green, teal, aqua and ending at the lake in a frothy white foam.

Sheilah Say

A Special Day

March 10th is a special day. On this day in 1987 Sammy a Golden Retriever was born. From Megan and Rambo two champion canines. Sammy and his sister Josephine, also a champion, were the only two reds of a litter of ten. The rest, four males and four females were all blondes.
Sammy had an understanding vocabulary of 1,000+ words. He also knew when I was using profanity. Whether it was to him or someone else. He would just give several low soft growls. Sammy and I would go every where together. The front passenger seat, designated "shot gun" was his seat. When he was regulated to the rear seat. He'd voice a disapproval when laying down by letting a loud breathy grunt.
Otherwise his head be happily rested in my lap while I drove. Sammy and I did have a occasional problem to who was driving. He always entered the car from the right front door. Before I could get in to the drivers side. There he be sitting in the drivers seat. Chin resting atop the steering wheel looking towards the hood. Refusing to give the seat up. Sometimes a brief discussion issued. expounding the necessity of a valid license plus insurance. He'd acquiesce and seat shot gun. Though every once in awhile refuse to budget and start arguing with me. When push came to shove and me putting my shoulder into him. Then and sometimes not. Plop over to his side. With that low breathy grunt just as he laid down. Showing me disapproval.
Sammy has a lover of children especially those 5 and under. He instinctively knew these children needed him. And would gladly suffer poke, prods, pulls and pinches just to be with the children. Also big favorites was socks, rocks,swimming, swimming while chasing ducks, walking in the rain and through ever puddle. When no rain puddles were around. He'd find water from irrigation, car washing and other run-off. Being sure each paw had an equal amount of wetness on them. Than Sammy was happier and always look back to see if I'd be watching.

Sammy passed away December 18, 2000. He was, 13 years, 9 months and 8 days old when drawing his last breath.
I will Post a photo of Sammy soon.

Miss you Bones.

Sheilah Say 

To Life

 

We don’t know why people do what they do.

Or corporations pollute with impunity.

We don’t know why governments have war.

Or why the ozone hole gets wider as it has.

We don’t know why the loss of so much ice.

Or even an answer to the warming sky.

We wondered why some have so much wealth.

While multitudes stave for morsels of bread.

We don’t know when all of time shall end.

Or when and if it will begin once again.

Does it really matter when the end time comes.

Or does it seem the time is already here.

Should we believe nothing matters anymore?

Or would we care when all matter just dies.

It doesn’t matter why the universe is here.

It only matters to me that I came to be.

What matters is you have come into my life.

Or will only matter when finally we meet.

Then perhaps life will have meaning again.

Sheilah Say

A Contention of Words

 

Is it cheating to steal a kiss,

Or only me to feel like this.

What of loves fleeting flight,

Soar to an ever higher height.

 

In life people can be so cruel,

True to form just remain cool.

Although some think it rude,

Do not become someone’s fool.

 

Words are words said in haste,

Not to be taken as such debase.

Only turning a blind ear away,

Then will they carry no sway.

 

Be as a kiss so tender and warm,

Or a butterfly resting on a thorn.

When crudeness comes as a storm,

Always remain true to form, cool.

Sheilah Say

What Is In a Soul

The following may be of interest to no one, someone or just one.

    First what exactly is a soul. Is it nothing or something of substance. An entity on to itself. Or just religious hocus-pocus. Do only humans have a soul? Well since we are the winners of evolution. We write history according to the winner then the answer is yes. Then again . . .

    The make-up of a soul can be anything we want. Spiritual, philosophical, physical or nonexistent. I’m sure some down through history and even today some believe it to be nonexistent. Especially those whom are in politics. As to the spiritual ask any into religion.

    Now my thoughts on the subject.

    What is in a soul, is what is in our heads.

    Simple huh.

    Here’s how.

    As we are the only creatures on this planet that have FREE WILL. Along with the knowledge of truth and evil. Have the necessary compulsion to act on, or not, our thoughts. Ergo as we are decision capable. We decide what in our own soul.

    If you can successfully fill in any of the blanks below. With between 1 to 5 words. You will know just what is in a soul.

Fill In the Blank

It doesn’t matter why _______ It doesn’t matter because _______

It doesn’t matter what _______ It doesn’t matter how _______

It doesn’t matter which _______It doesn’t matter but _______

It doesn’t matter who _______   It doesn’t matter if _______

It doesn’t matter where _______ It doesn’t matter until _______

It doesn’t matter when _______  It doesn’t matter in _______

Sheilah Say