My Last Earnest Cry For Help Before the Birds Carry The Letters

WHAT WOULD JESUS DO? JESUS WOULD JAM THIS BLOG OF SOLID PROOF
to the ends of the EARTH.

Please, it is important for PEOPLE. Not LEADERS AND PUNDITS, but PEOPLE. I need to TELL PEOPLE. It’s not crazy. It’s God. It’s yours. It’s mine.

It’s FOR PEOPLE…NOT GOVERNMENTS, NOT CHURCHES, NOT CORPORATIONS, PEOPLE…

Please TELL THE PEOPLE. NO VIOLENCE. ABSOLUTELY NOT. CALM AND REASONABLE…JUST THINK ABOUT THINGS…ABOUT WHAT YOU LOVE AND WHAT YOU COULD LIVE WITHOUT…ALL PEOPLE MUST BE TOLERATED EQUALLY…WE ALL HAVE GIFTS…We HAVE TO GET ALONG OR THIS PLACE IS TOAST WITHIN 2 GENERATIONS…

We have to change. It’s for the best. It’s easy. It’s free. And it’s the only way we can stand up for one another. By just sitting down. Perhaps having a glass of tea. Maybe reading the paper. NO TV FOR GOD. PRINT PRINT PRINT.

Thanks so much.

It’s all true. Crazy story, huh?

…and hold on tight when the questions fly. I really need your help, Canada. France! Please. India! You are there as elephants and headresses. The Native Americans are there…we are all there. It could fix everything AND NOBODY CARES!

“Um, knock knock…?”

“Who’s there?”

“Well, The Almighty was here, but I think you may have missed most of the show.”

(I’ve only been trying to tell you assholes for THREE AND 1/2 MONTHS!)

Just hold onto your hats there, buddies. I can explain everything. And I do. And it is beautiful and hopeful and I am terrified that I will be killed for “killing God” – I didn’t kill anything…I just figured out how to feel actual life again. It’s pretty great…you don’t want anything.

Which is probably why this God thing is going to be HUGE INCONVENIENCE FOR CORPORATIONS…you’ll see why. It’s okay – before we go into cheesy scattered rapture mode and jam the grocery aisles…well, what is the problem…I explain it the best I can. I haven’t had any help.

Before you let them scare you back into the aisles to stockpile…let me assure you, you are all okay – I think…but, there are some fairly serious issues that need addressing…in a peaceful and mindful FAIR way – that honors everything WE WERE SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF!

By the way – I have it on good authority that this oil in the Gulf issue is BAD NEWS. Please stop. I’ve been asking you to for a while…it is really a very bad idea. Totally unnecessary. Reckless even…

Ultimately you might be raping some component of the light we call The Holy Ghost…it appears in my rapturous video. It is distinctly white-blue. Really. I am so sorry you all missed it. I tried to tell a lot of people you’d think might be interested. You know, like St. Paul’s – wasn’t he the Apostle to the Nations? Did you all FAIL to write me back…yup. Lots.

THIS IS A TEST OF YOUR EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM…not an emergency unless you make it one. The chaos feeds itself and we lose focus…that’s why huge demonstrations are good for awareness, but for actual change… you need orchestrated and mindful, peaceful and reasonable action…

Like sitting on the front porch. That’s some good action to take. Or going swimming with your kids before it gets too cold. Or trying to figure out if you actually even know how to use your hands. I think everyone should just take a nice holiday…at least a few days…as an experiment…to see what would happen if instead of it running us ragged, what if we stopped it…and looked around.

Well, that’d be great. I wonder if they’d notice our absence. Probably if it was everybody in the wholeworld who wanted peace and sense in the world and we all agreed that this God issue is sorta huge (Allah and the Bee are in the sky. The picture is a couple posts back.) well – if we all just sort of took a few deep breaths, admitted that maybe we’d made a couple mistakes here and there, but that – really – we are all still good and hopeful and reverent, right? This isn’t going to cause a war is it? Please, let the world have sense.

Guys, its God. It’s everywhere. I have proof. I am good. I have proof. I am good. Please don’t be mean to me. I am only trying to help people that are getting hurt…

I might be able to call them back. It has something, I think, to do with electricity and our bones and cerebral spinal fluid. I think. But, what do I know – I am just a high school drop out who hid underground in the back of her mind for about 22-25 years…because nobody knew what to do with a bright spark in my Old Mammalian Brain…and so they sort of ignored it, and that didn’t work out so well…seeing as how I am sitting in my house totally flipped out because my family is acting like a clan of callous robots and I am, literally, quite wounded. I need help. I have asked and begged a number of people. Nobody responded except a refugee from Senegal.

God isn’t as dumb as we like to think. In fact, I think God might be a little upset with you all for IGNORING THE MESSENGERS. Or imprisoning them or medicating them until they are cardboard…or driving them to diminish themselves until there is barely anything there.

Jerks. Think fast and hope hard. Don’t turn on the t.v. –

unplug it and go outside and think about what is important to you and all the people who were – unlike me – born yesterday…

My name is Faith Rachel Rhyne. I am named for my grandmothers. I am 34 years old and have two children. I live in the mountains but grew up on the coast and I think I have a really good idea of what went wrong and hopefully it’s not too late to start fixing it…it’s not the economy sillies…it’s our brains and our spines and the hormonal manipulation of our bodies in order to sell us a bunch of sexy violent shit we don’t even really want or need…

All we really want is to feel connected…and we are…but not like we used to be…fortunately we may be able to gain back some of the SENSE we have lost in this slap-dash experiment of the past few hundred years.

I have proof. My story is proof. Please, by all means…shall we jam it down their throats like they’ve jammed so much shit down ours. I am really ready for folks to start telling me some damn truth. There is A LOT of explaining to do!

Even if it’s some big weird ALIEN FORCE? and we’re a terrarium…who cares…we need to know how this world works…really…we are totally ruining it like a spoiled brat ruins the garden party. We are also ruining ourselves…and there are PLENTY of studies that prove how corporations prey on vulnerable populations. It’s not just a trick of the mind. It’s manipulation of hormonal response cycles in order to achieve the desired result…want…buy…small thrill…sex and violence make it better though…

They are exploiting our physiology in a way that is absolutely criminal. It could, in less time than we ‘d like to imagine…well, it could change our species…slowly atrophying the connected components and emphasizing the elements that have been tampered with by the media abuse of our children. Southern Poverty Law Center – by all means, shouldn’t someone sue the pants off these guys for sexually abusing our children with the use of lascivious and targeted stimuli. And the emotional abuse they sustain due to ultraviolence…well, sorry guys…it fucks us up pretty bad…

That’s why nobody is helping me. They don’t care. They “care” – but they don’t care in a way that moves them to actually negotiate their own fear on behalf of another person…even if that person has been proven herself to be real. I am real. Aren’t I?

I can’t believe I did this alone and I am not totally insane. This is nuts. I am scared.

I need help. We all do. I only want to help people. We need to care more. They are getting away with murder. And we are paying them.

They are killing our ability to connect in the ways that moved our ancestors so that they built pyramids and circles and erected big blocky sentinels on shore lines. These are places where the sky woke up…

It woke up here, too – I think. Or I woke up…

There was some AWAKENING. Really turn it off. Just STOP. Go outside and just sit there…when was the last time you actually looked around. You are missing so much. Is it all just a blur to you?

You don’t have to be so busy maintaining an economy that ultimately robs you. Really. Think about it.

NO VIOLENCE…NOT THIS TIME. JUST SENSE. ALL WE NEED IS TOLERANCE AND SENSE.

Didn’t work, guys. In fact, it’s a bloody disaster. The Actual Almighty is really not cool with the killing, given that it is…you know, LIFE. Not walking and talkingness, but life. And you can see it!

I have some great letters to cultural and media leaders kindly and amicably asking for help in figuring out why I have found so much in the clouds that I recognize from elsewhere. The clouds seem like old stories…told over and over again…and I don’t know which came first the story or the clouds…

THERE IS SO MUCH ON THIS SITE. PLEASE LET PEOPLE KNOW. IF THEY CAN FIND THE FACES, THEY NEED TO SHOW OTHERS…PLEASE, WATCH THE VIDEO AND KNOW THAT ANATOMY DIDN’T USED TO BE UGLY AND SHAMEFUL…IT’S JUST HOW WE’RE MADE…2 lines, a curved and a straight – just put together differently.

Watching the clouds was not a passive experience. It was old. I am, perhaps, a sentinel? Or perhaps – since nobody else is remotely aware of their instinctive role within the ecosystem…well, I got to do everything. Sentinel, Documentarian, Communicator. I did it all.

That’s why I have gotten thin. Because I have been working my ass off trying to make sense of why NOBODY CARES. Of course, nobody cares – this is a culture where wounded women are criticized for their vanity…

Please inform the world that a lonely girl who may be a strange sort of old genius, who is artful and fearful and just really wants everything to be okay…well, she figured out how to get to The Almighty…all you have to do is give up, weep, wait, and hope.

Eating, praying, and loving…that’s for placaters. The real people weep. Because they actually still hurt. I think our compassion mechanism is busted up bad folks, really really bad…if you don’t even give a shit about possible proof of a unifying and life giving benevolent but responsive force that connects us to our habitat…um, yeah – written in the clouds, it looks a lot like God.

It is a travesty that this has gone on so long. People – if you are missing the girl who figured out just how massive and mighty and BENEVOLENT he/it/the is…

Look for geometry, lines and spacing. It’s the composition that gives it away, the shading.

Okay this is not a joke or a literary experiment at this time…right now. My name is Faith Rhyne. I am a mother. An artist. A gardener. I am also really totally scared near to death because I don’t know how to manage the weirdness of all of it…

Are there even images in the clouds? I don’t even know. Nobody will tell me. I am wondering if this is a multi-level hallucination brought on by the fracture of myself because I am so tired of feeling defenseless and having you all – who claim so mightily to give a damn – continue to let me be ritually maligned by someone who is robbing his kids of the opportunity to have a smart and mindful, playful and wary, insightful and creative, empathetic and compassionate mother…

and choosing to give them…instead, the perception that their mother is somehow ill. That I am unwell. That I am unsafe. HOW DARE YOU!

I am going to break this story wide open and even if it is a multi-level hallucination brought on by grief and isolation and wistful imagination…well, isn’t it sad that someone can be so broken that she sees faces in the sky and writing that says in some unknown oldness, ‘life’ and ‘love’ and I am so scared that I am not crazy and that the world actually might not care about ANYTHING.

I am so scared that I am crazy and that nobody will tell me because you think it’s funny. I am so scared.

I think that people fail to recognize the me-ness of me…it’s like they have some sort of emotional impairment that keeps them from actually doing something about this issue. This issue of me BEGGING for someone to help me…just acknowledge me. Tell me I am real. Please I am terrified. Why won’t anyone help me? All they have to do is stop thinking I am crazy and realize that I care…

HELP. Please I want someone to come help me. I am alone. My family is letting me try to do this alone. I am not even trying to do anything. I just wanted to draw a picture everyday…

And then the springs all busted free and nobody seemed to notice or care. So I asked for help…and I will post the letters…

If they don’t care about MY STORY – what else are they leaving out? I mean…I am sort of onto something here. Man – I wonder if this blog is even public or if they tweaked it somehow when I started sounding ‘crazy’ –

I am not crazy. I am smart, I am wounded, I am desperate. Historically, not a good combination. I need help. I tried to get it in conventional ways and failed. And so I got a hand…poor dolphins. Lots of fish and dolphins and rays in the sky. Probably more than are in the ocean. I wonder how many have died. I wonder if we even know. I wonder if we care.

I sure hope so. Please. Sense.

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