September 11, 2009 , The 8th Anniversary of the fall of the Twins

I quietly lament over the passing of the symbol of my Generation X, the Twin Towers. Like the twins I too am dead, H.I.V. medication just buys me extra time. So I tend to look upon the world now with a sort of detached reverence. I remember that " Time is the Fire in which we Burn ". That change is a part of time, change is the only consant in life. That by embracing change you are in tune with the pulse of eternity. God is eternal. Amen.

Maybe it's the city that I live in. Maybe it's because I simply think too much. However I feel at times that God is for the old. Perhaps because the old are more in touch with the notion of time than the young are. Perhaps it's because I now understand how secular the world is. How easily swayed by fads and propaganda. How rife the flock is amoungst the wolves. How few shepards there are to guard and lead them.

Rome is the mob. NYC is the mob. Keep the mob sedated is the prevailing political notion. God speaks to me though and says enlighten them. All is not lost. The mob is not lost, just turned this way and that within the maze of twisted notions. WWW should really stand for the world wild web for the confusion, but the technology is still young only forty years old. This being the information age ties right in with the new Aquarian Age and the concept of thinking. It's a call to elevate our collective conscious. Universal Consciousness the mission of Fabutron. My mission. I guess I am a leader, I wonder if it's by default. No accolades.

Twin Towers, I miss my youth. What I really mean is youths ignorance, it is bliss afterall. I'm still plenty young enough. Still vigorous, the fire of youth still burns at Forty. The fire though is used to forge. Forging a new business, forging new minds, forging new spirits, forging renewed faith. It's fatefull that this day the Eleventh is called the "Day of Dramatic Choice". How coincidental could it be that this atrocity was done on such a day with such a title. Divine portent. Divine action. Guardians Of Divinities Soul (GODS). That's how!! The days meditation basically says (L.M.A.O.) " laugh 'til it hurts- cry 'til you laugh".

We as a species stand on the precipice of the abyss of hope. The only way to cross the chasm is to be as light as a feather. To know the Art of Peace. Rest in Peace. God rests in Reason. God moves in Passion. Rest in Peace.