The Portrait of the Light Warrior as a Poet

Brad Barber, June 4, 2015

www.stankovuniversallaw.com

Dear Georgi,

I wanted to present to you some poems of mine from Volume II of Ponzi Poetry that I wrote in 2011.  I was a clean slate before this time and didn’t believe in anything but trying to be a decent person and help where I could, but yet I didn’t want to be like a lot of the “good” people I knew because I always felt something was wrong with them.  I drank too much and have done way too many drugs in the past.  I believed that higher power existed but never would have said a word to anyone because I wouldn’t know what to say.  I had been fighting years of pain from what the neurologists would call a pituitary tumor.  They removed it once with a hypophysectomy procedure and it just grew back years later.  Obviously, you would have something more intelligent to say about a hyperactive pituitary than they did.  I haven’t been back since but the pains have been severe.  Looking back, I think I had been experiencing aspects of LBP since I was quite young.

This was written just after the pain almost killed me in a parking lot and I cried for hours as I had no answer.  I completely short circuited.  I had also just come full face to face with what I knew was an epic fraud of humanity but I couldn’t explain it.  I knew that it wanted us all dead.  The combination of everything was overwhelming and I welcomed the end with open arms.  I had many psychic experiences at the time and was aided by several undefinable seen and unseen beings.  I was touched by an invisible being that said, “Don’t be afraid, we’re here.”, and experienced a touch with love as creation as the chakras all must have aligned as there is no other feeling than the soul orgasm that took place.  I knew then how powerful we are and how it was all an illusion.  I gave permission for my own death and I allowed some sort of walk-in experience.  I didn’t even know what the term higher self meant at the time and I surely never would have said God in any sentence except to curse something poor happening.

After I wrote this, I found you and knew every word you had written was true as it vibrated so purely.  I also knew because of what you wrote about the pituitary.  The walk-in I experienced obviously helped accelerate the process and made reading your material so refreshing.

I will probably write some new poems for fun but they would have a heavy Stankov feel to them now because it’s who I am and it’s the Law.  These are interesting to read because I was just plain channeling words as I experienced such intense emotions from this time and had really very little esoteric or “new age” influence.  Volume I is at my brother’s and he has said it’s one of his favorite books and it proudly sits next to the Tao of Pooh.  I’ll forward some of those poems when I get a chance.

Hopefully, some of these poems may help someone to process the emotions that I did at the time.  The only structure of them is what they are.

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The system that feeds me
is the same one that bleeds me
Sell the ego
Inflate the self
Make sure the parasite
has the most possible
surface area
Penetrate
Hoover out the life
through artificial dreams
Brave, brave man you aren’t
behind your desk
and piles of paper
Digital nonsense
to baffle the masses
Steer the herd
with colored lights
and computer screens
Eventually
the passengers on board
the cruise ship
with no destination
lose faith
as the endless buffet
runs out of food
Please tell the people
Tell them the truth
The cruise ship
with no destination
has not been equipped
with a single
life boat

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The dam is springing a leak
A city built below
sea level
seems destined to flood
Defying nature works
until it doesn’t
Deny it
Repress it
Ignore it
Suppress it
The might forest
aged for thousands of years
Burns to the ground
in minutes
That’s when life can truly begin
I pray that you
may be so lucky

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Follow the reward
The path is so simple
As finance goes
crime sure pays
As politics go
deceit sure pays
We attract the leaders
we deserve
What does that say for me
as the lunatics
are leasing
selling
owning
and charging
outrageous rents
for us
to be put in the asylum

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Taking back
the means of production
is such a momentous task
But now we’re ready
The rebellion’s at hand
The first hole is dug
but the shovel’s now dull
The first tree’s been fallen
but the axe has now a dent
The first screw’s been turned
but the driver’s now broken
I don’t think our forefathers
shopped at Home Depot

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Brilliant insight
from the fall of an apple
The path of mankind
altered
from just one bite
With only an apple
the doctor
is kept at bay
At a grand stage of conception
all life is seen
as an apple
The dollar
tells me
to cut the tree down
of such an amazing fruit
As on the lawns of commerce
it makes too big a mess

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The revolution had hope
as long
as there
were open spaces
Now there are none
If I breathe
the air
I think
this body needs
then hope is lost
for every belief of escape
that involves
self importance
is already sold at a store
Breathe in the life
of one another
you’ll happen to see
open space
is eternal

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Millions murdered
Centuries of devastation
All the while
the Holy Grail
sits
Inside of You

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More can be learned
while one is asleep
Giving credit for thought
is a trap
Do yourself a favor
Put your best self to work
and take about
a twenty minute nap

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There were no trumpets
No angels that could
be seen
Should a parade have been expected?
Judgement Day is here
There is such grand fanfare
and universal applause
as the lives of the past
unite
The dead have truly risen
Impossible to see
however
as thoughts are all channeled
to a future
that may never take place
and cannot heal a past
that hides in the closet

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Face the fear
Love will appear

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As the feminine power
is healed
A grand balance
shall be restored
What an epic time
to be alive and witness
a man no longer rewarded
for being
a douchebag

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It’s all there within
Each element and its vibration
Today the copper tingles
and the zinc feels a bit brave
Manganese is pleased
but the iron is afraid
Quantum consciousness
Throughout
All of mankind
Sure makes it tough
to be original
as some guy in Namibia
writes this same poem

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Unbelievable knowledge
so simple to uncover
How does one know
where to look?
A quest through subjects
intentionally
not taught
could be a great place
to start

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Rent
Outrageously
Overvalued
In
Fantasyland

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Will somebody please
get it over with
Divulge
what they all
need to know
There’s alien life
all over this planet
it simply comes and goes
What happens to your thoughts
as you find out
one alien is probably you?

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The eyes
The ears
The tastes
They lie
The heart’s
the one
that knows
If I smoke another pack
or consume more
nutritionless garbage
Hopefully
I can kill the thing
so I don’t have to listen
anymore

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Here we all are
The Earth
A planet of free will
yet every possible decision
is planned out
and assisted
Some have been here
hundreds of times
Then come the newbies
It’s just their first try
Hopefully you don’t believe that
Otherwise
This place may just be
too amazing

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Do the Devil and Hell exist
Because they do?
or
Because you want them to?
or
Because you need them to?
Before you answer
Remember that
Judge Judy and Jerry Springer
are on TV
all day

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The pictures
that carry the energy
of suffering
from the Great Depression
only look worse
than those from today
because
they are in
black and white

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There’s no way
It can’t be possible
I am not an infinite being
of pure energy
that vibrates eternally
with the
imagination
of the Creator
I can’t be
I know because
I won $508
on the craps table
yesterday

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How many presents
do you really want to receive
for any consumerist holiday?
Every sunrise
Every single cloud
Every intrusive insect
Every word spoken to you
from loved one, friend and foe
Every slow driver
in the fast lane
Every perfect action
by every perfect thing
is all a gift to you
You greedy bastard

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(My personal favorite)
I hope you had fun
Keeping up with
the Joneses
All the way
to bankruptcy court

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What a horrific tragedy
Another twenty beautiful
children shot
So innocent and pure
Shouldn’t life be
their divine right
to be lived
to a satisfactory completion?
I did hear
120 factory workers died
in Bangladesh
Fortunately their lives lost
are not so tragic
’cause they made my shirt

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It doesn’t take too long
Not much time does
it take to see
How much blood
is dripping
from
your paycheck

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Industrial revolution
Robber barons
Roaring twenties
printed cash
True patriotism
second world war
prosperity and jobs
information suppression
liberation of all peoples
to expand the tax base
the fight for equality
used to pay everyone less
Forty years of false wealth
stored in the paper price of a house
So much being given
as its value is taken away
It is the time of prophecy
the game should
come to an end
None of it happened
Now it’s time to pretend
There is nothing to take
Remove Glass-Steagal
pump the internet
but companies make nothing
fortunes of paper
lost in an instance
the same paper printed
to prevent Y2K
First crash
Time for the ultimate plan
Keep the printer rolling
Let’s hide all the lies
Losing control
Must take away liberties
We own the world
so let’s train desperate people
Eighty virgins in heaven
for two buildings on fire
Threaten with further recession
fictional cash’s favorite season
The games before didn’t bring such pain
Your theft now hits at home
perfect time to remove
the last harbor
of decency
left for the common man
Time to naked short
Thanks George for making it legal
Second crash
Wow what a script
Pretend the system needs help
make us think we need it
We think the pain must go away
Please make it
Print
Steal
Give the labor of man to your buddies
Print more
Steal more
Believe the people need you
You believe it, don’t you?
The people need us
to steal from them
That’s the way it works
100 years of deceit
It didn’t end as you hoped
This time spent thieving
from the people
unacknowledged
Has given privilege and power
but not one single bit
of peace and happiness
Thank you for your service
Final crash
will soon follow

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With love and light,

Brad Barber

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Dear Brad,

amazing – why did not you come earlier with these poetic pearls. Of course I will publish them tomorrow but first of all I must read your poems several times as to let them sip into my mind. But I am impressed how you have chosen poetry to express your inner world. It has always been my conviction that poetry is the highest vibrating form of verbal expression of the higher realms and the creationary potential of the soul and therefore it is not at all surprising that you have chosen this literary form.

When did your current soul came as walk-in in your body? So that I can better assess the whole process of your individual evolution with respect to the whole ascension process.

I will comment tomorrow one more time.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart now for sharing this treasure trove with me and the PAT and as they say, “better late than never”.

With love and light

George

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Dear Georgi,

Your response is as impressive as always and I am honored to even have read it. My mother is a very accomplished writer, but a very young soul, and she only recommends poetry lessons when I let her read my work. Like there must be a hazing to be accepted by the fraud first. The old brotherhood of the fraud military and familial karmic BS. I told her to take a hike because there ain’t no form in Ponzi poetry. There would be no poetry worthy of existence if acceptance came first. That is my opinion of course.

I have no ability to truly describe what happened to me in 2011, but pure panic temporarily set in from years of personal pain as well as the understanding of the true nature of the fraud setting in after intimately watching the financial system fold in on itself in 2010 and 2011 again after the revival attempt. All logic left the dock at that time and has been pure BS ever since. Then intervention and acceptance came immediately of the grand process to calm my fears and stop the path of hoarding and survival and accept eternal and infinite life as energy in early 2011. Then inspiration set in. Then I was guided with multiple miracles to remove myself from all areas of business and belief in which I was involved. The phones called and answered themselves. Then I was guided to release everything I was attached to and to release myself from everyone around me. I cried violently for two straight days giving my children to the process as I thought I was about to die. I knew at that time that all was in other hands and my idea of control was nothing. I laid down and died one night and allowed some walk-in process to occur around March or April of 2011. I honestly thought and took my last breath for the second time in three months after the occurrence of the pituitary short-circuit two months earlier.

After all this, I read every single metaphysical book possible and found my way to you where I knew I was home. I awoke each day with knowledge that was unattainable in any way linearly for months.  I walked into work one day and told my dad that I worked for God and I wept tears of unbelievable understanding every time a Dr. Martin Luther King speech crossed my desk. I hadn’t said the word God in any way productive in my whole life.

I was told that God wanted me to expect a miracle by a random woman who drove by me on the streets of Denver right after I experienced the soul orgasm. I was told to expect a miracle when the systems finally let go. It’s been two years stuck in the void. None more can be given to prevent what must be done. If I have to unleash more poetry, I will, but I will not be held responsible for its content.

I can no longer contain the love I have for this whole thing.  It’s just sometimes not the love people are used to.

I’m late with the poetry because for some reason I was guided to be. Nothing logical about it. You two are rock stars.

With love and light,

Brad Barber

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Dear Brad,

this is probably one of the most impressive, honest and compassionate personal report I have ever read and I have read many on this website and they were all as honest as yours to the point of unbearable pain.

The invariable characteristics of the light warrior is his profound loneliness and insatiable longing for home, where our souls come from. That is why the incarnated soul of the light warrior is bleeding all the time and the only blood transfusion that is available on this earth is poetry and music that bridge this hell with the eternal paradise we decided to leave in free will. If it were not for our indomitable knowledge that we are invincible light warriors, the decision to come here is the most moronic one.

Poetry is the safety net of the incarnated soul and when I entered my life crisis with 21 in 1972 with full force, that is to say, when my alter ego died and my soul fully descended into my physical body – during a prolong catharsis that was worst than death as you so beautifully describe – the only thing that saved me was writing poetry, where my bleeding heart could infuse its sorrow and mitigate it a bit. This all holds true for you to an even greater extent.

The “Ponzi Poetry” is, by all measure, great lyrics, better than any thoughtful philosophic or economic disquisitions on the malaise of this End Time because it connects topics and elements of life that seem at first glance to have nothing in common.

Poetry is therefore transcendental – like loose dreams created by the unlimited freedom of our imagination – because verses are carried forward by an invisible cognitive power that transforms the original narrow meaning of the words into myriad possible connotations – a constant changing kaleidoscope of life, where horror, human brutality, hatred and contempt for life exist side by side with bliss, sacrifice for others, love beyond human expression and the inexplicable joy of eternal life that melts this material prison and expands it infinitely.

I would love to read more of your poetry – this prosaic, stripped of any lyrics, gruesome world needs now poetry more than ever. Its revival can ultimately only occurs through arts in cahoots with true science, which can be true poetry when it is axiomatically derived from the primary term of our infinite consciousness. Poetry is the dual soul of Axiomatics.

Dear Brad, today is a great day for the arts, a day to celebrate the invincible light warriors of the first and the last hour.

With love and light

George

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