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Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (2 October 1869 – 30 January 1948) was the preeminent leader of Indian nationalism in British-ruled India. Employing nonviolent civil disobedience, Gandhi led India to independence from economic slavery imposed on India by British Imperialism and inspired movements for civil rights and freedom across the world, including Martin Luther King, the American Civil Rights Movement and other leaders of non-violent resistance to oppression.
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ONE DOES NOT DISCUSS ETHICS
WITH A SNAKE WHEN IT STRIKES.
ONE DOES NOT SEEK JUSTICE
IN THE JAWS OF A SHARK.
BANKERS, SOLDIERS, POLITICIANS,
AND PRIESTS WORK TOGETHER AS A TEAM.
POWER, CONTROL AND POSSESSION
ARE THEIR NATURAL SCHEME.
BEINGS OF GOOD WILL TREAT EACH OTHER
AS THEY WOULD BE TREATED THEMSELVES.
EVERY CREATURE SURVIVES
ACCORDING TO ITS KIND.
GOOD AND EVIL ARE SEEN THROUGH
THE EYES OF PREDATORS AND PREY.
SURVIVAL IS AVOIDING PAIN.
PLEASURE IS LOVE ETERNALLY.
ONE KNOWS THAT SURVIVAL IS A GAME
THAT IMMORTAL SPIRITS CANNOT PLAY
UNLESS THEY FORGET THAT THEY ARE THEY.
______________________________
Lawrence R. Spencer. 2013.
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of the ORDER OF OMEGA TIME TRAVEL CULT
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"ONCE UPON A LOVELY NIGHT I MADE STARS THAT TWINKLED BRIGHT IN A SPACE I CALLED MY OWN... WHERE I WAS PERFECTLY ALONE. I LOVE TO GO THERE IN MY SLEEP IT'S STILL THERE, MY HOME TO KEEP."
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I see clearly that I’m blind.
Memories drifting through my soul
reveal that Time is in my mind:
of living deaths and never growing old.
rhythmic songs of deeds long done beat deep inside My Soul.
I know I’ve drifted far from Home.
Psychedelic drugs and atom bombs
prove we’ve all lived lives before.
I remember, mirrored darkly, through the lies
Shapeless Shades of Nothingness,
without a cause to carry, no reasons why,
afloat in spaceless voids of aimlessness.
Images of energy, space and time
are illusions of Our Will: conjurings of Our Minds.
Stuck inside a fragile shell I have no wings to fly
except with those I unfold within My Self.
— Lawrence R. Spencer. 2017. —
