Thursday, October 31, 2019


Rumour has it, that if you play certain Ghost songs backwards, you can actually hear them praising Jesus.

All part of the Masterplan. All will be revealed. Subverting from within (or) two can play at that game!

Seriously, Happy Halloween everybody everywhere!! Have a safe and fun one. 

And always remember, Mock the Devil and he will flee from thee.

Tuesday, October 29, 2019


“You may be State Trooper, you may be a young turk

May be the head of some big TV network,
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame,
Maybe livin in another country, under another name,
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
 You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well it may be the Devil or it may be the Lord, but you’re
Gonna have to serve somebody.”

“I was dreamin' when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray
But when I woke up this mornin', could've sworn it was Judgment Day
The sky was all purple, there were people runnin' everywhere
Tryin' to run from the destruction, you know I didn't even care
Say say two thousand zero zero party over, oops, out of time…”   
      1999, Prince (1983)

“We’re putting America first. And by the way, you know all the rhetoric you see, the Thousand Points of Light. What the hell was that by the way? Thousand points of Light. What did that mean? Does anyone know?...I never quite got that one. What the hell is that? Has anyone figured that one out?”    Donald Trump, Great Falls, Montana, July 5, 2018

“The thing’s hollow. It goes on forever, and…Oh my God, it’s full of stars!”         2001 novelization, Arthur C. Clarke    

“A brilliant diversity spread like stars…like a thousand points of light in a broad and peaceful sky.”    

“To keep America moving forward, always forward – for a better America, for an endless enduring dream and a thousand points of light.”      George H. W. Bush, Republican National Convention, New Orleans, 1988

“I have spoken of a thousand points of light, of all the community organizations that are spread like stars throughout the Nation, doing good. We will work hand in hand, encouraging, sometimes leading, sometimes being led, rewarding. We will work on this in the White House, in the Cabinet agencies. I will go to the people and the programs that are the brighter points of light, and I will ask every member of my government to become involved. The old ideas are new again because they are not old, they are timeless: duty, sacrifice, commitment, and a patriotism that finds its expression in taking part and pitching in.”       G H W Bush Inaugural address, January 20, 1989

“When President George H. W. Bush named Sandusky’s charity, The Second Mile, one of his Thousand Points of Light, Sandusky grabbed the microphone during the press conference and shouted ‘It’s about time, George!’”       
                 from Paterno, by Joe Posnanski, p. 248

For much more detailed testimony concerning the dome with 1,000 lights, check the above 2 links, which I’m sure our Prez would be more than happy for you to do, since this was his intention all along. Also, interestingly enough, Fritz Springmeier’s Bloodlines of the Illuminati has been found not only in the CIA’s database, but also in hard copy form in the bunker of one Osama bin Laden. (Maybe he borrowed the CIA’s copy when he was visiting as Tim Osman in the 80s or 90s, who knows…) Mind control slaves are historically bad at returning books.

Where does a nightmare begin? For them, at the same point our long national one appears to be on the verge of ending. Convergence is karma sometimes, or, I love it when a plan comes together.

Bill Gates implicated, Trudeau with the walls closing in despite being reinstalled, Twitter head Jack Dorsey vanishing in the night, Scientology honcho Miscavige being served in Hollywood in a major child trafficking lawsuit as Scientology appears to be the next megalithic domino to fall, Meghan Markle breaking down in public interviews; au contraire, instead of sputtering out the fuse of the entire Epstein affair is royally lit (heh heh) and set to explode; the entire Deep State is in the blender with the finger of the Great Awakeners poised over the puree setting – and that’s just the beginning of the stratospheric High Weirdness that’s engulfed the entire world over the last weeks heading into what’s looking like a haunted Halloween for the ages.

Documents are being released, whispers are exploding into shocking truth globally, the world’s largest “cheese pizza” marketplace was just taken down on the dark web; the Cabal isn’t just on its heels, it’s on the run in turbo-boosted, jet-powered Nikes. At this rate of disclosure takedown those scary ghost stories and tales of the glories at Christmastime are gonna be legendary this year. These truly are the first months of the rest of our lives. This Great Awakening stuff is getting serious, my roving band of psychonauts. So let’s continue with what we keep doing best, and steadily apply some more pressure to these midnight proceedings. 

We live in a chiaroscuro world these days and nights, a tumbledown aesthetic where everyone and everything exists in a semi-permanent state of imbalance. An Edward Hopper piece run wild, where hidden intrigue lurks in the everyday sequences of life around every corner. Nothing is what it seems in the largest spygame, with occult overtones, the world has ever known. Examine Hopper’s art; the wind in the trees (something Lynch would use to great extent in Twin Peaks also), the darkness in every nook and cranny, the hesitancy as people ponder and lurk around the far edges of apparent normalcy, and you will know the atmosphere taking wing in the world today as the night closes in even during the daylight hours.

We will again examine CERN calling down Saturn, and notice its strange links to Jeffrey Epstein; Saturn, that once stained the skies of earth purple with its glow so close was its passing in pre-Antediluvian times, (before even the before), that Golden Age that some again aspire to attaining thru magickal re-enactment protocols using hidden black tech. (“As it was in the days of Noah, so shall it be again in the days of the coming of the Son of Man.”) What’s the saying, there’s nothing new under the sun? You’d better believe it. And oh, those times have come.

Purple skies. Purple rain. Purple everything. Prince's death. CERN. Epstein. Dimensions. Transhumanism. Sacrifice. Ritual. Consciousness. The Media Entertainment Complex giving the game away. Even though month by month it seems I keep writing about different things, different explosions and expositions along the timeline, that’s all surface. Rank Politics. Because it’s really all the same thing, with lots of different guises, different synchronicities, different memes to dress it up. But the signal coming thru the noise is strong – strong enough to laser thru any divided circumstances or misunderstandings. It echoes down thru the years and manifests as a global war of, pardon the pun, Biblical proportions that’s playing out in the corridors of power in D.C. to the very street where you live – From the End of the World to Your Town to quote Captain Fantastic, another Elton alter ego transmitting from another lifetime that still echoes with strange resonance.  

For a little background into how long this has all been going on, and to how deep the rabbit hole goes, here’s this from the 1994 Washington Post, that was spinning even back then:

And it’s where we meet so many of our particulars that are still hanging today – names like Barr and Podesta and Clinton and Bush.

"It's Oliver North meets Oliver Stone," said White House spokesman John Podesta. "It's 8:30 on a Friday night and I'm sitting in the White House and you're asking me if he {Clinton} was in a bunker with Oliver North. It's a bad joke."

Calling the various stated conspiracies "a cumulative distraction," Podesta added, "You can only state over and over again the outrage that it is." 
 (speaking of Terry Reed’s  whistleblowing Compromised)  

This is, of course, the same pizzagate defense – only spoken in 1994 for the Iran-Contra/Mena court of public opinion. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Always the same “How dare you sir!”/”Why, I never!” levels of faux outrage elicited for the gullible to eagerly gobble so those names (Barr, Clinton, North, Bush) can scurry back into the woodwork only to appear at a later date to continue the perception management.

Meanwhile (and this is where our story begins to turn), the Big Bosses are busy arranging exit visas for the plains of Leng: 

And charting probable Large Hadron Collider locations by ley line intersections provides some curious results (at least for the North American continent) – an idiom of the natural/material world seeking to interact with the supernatural, which, after all, may be precisely the point:

So what does a castle in Belgium have to do with particle accelerators possibly concealed beneath the Texas prairie? (Other than one G H W Bush?) Both are means to an end. 

Both seek to open doorways to the infinite, and all, in their way, make no mistake, seek to further the quest, by the armies of the night, to kill God.  This is the Great Work, and the Great Secret, at large and on the loose in the world today, championed by every Left Hand path politico higher-up and Epstein-wannabe currently playing the game and initiating the current "Working." If you think politics and child rape blackmail in the corridors of power are the absolute bottom of all this, you’ve got another thing coming, and many more connections to work thru, grasshopper.

Which is where the unkillable Epstein network comes into play again, like some vampire rising from the coffin at sundown. For the ridiculously mind-melting scope of his range and influence, just take a peek at this – preferably after you’re thru reading me, or I might vanish down the memory hole meself: 

One of the most staggering things I’ve ever seen, and it deserves to be a mural in some modern art museum somewhere, displayed right alongside the works of Mark Lombardi.

The scary part is, there are some connections that aren’t even IN there – and does there exist in this world a federal or international concern pure enough, driven enough, to actually follow thru with some kind – any kind – of prosecutions from something like this? I mean, I can certainly hope, but it’s looking kind of doubtful. At this point divine intervention may be our best bet, where God just sends some angels to absolutely blow this whole town straight into the sea. 

I mean, that graph, just LOOK at that. WTAF. The sheer evil and numbers represented there is probably the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen. And in a timeline that stretches from NASA and JPL (and Parsons and Crowley) to NXIVM to Disney to the Catholic Church to what seems like the entirety of the US Government and on and on. A ridiculous RIDICULOUS indictment of our entire world taking place over our entire lifespans. And that’s to say nothing about some holes where Iran-Contra, 9/11, and CERN should be (although BCCI, the CFR and Trilat Commission may cover those…heck, Bill Barr could cover Iran-Contra, Mena, and 9/11 all under his heading alone. But I digress…)

Epstein’s connections to CERN alone are voluminous and coming to light. They lead to the British public service provider SERCO, (which leads directly to CERN), and other links like the Santa Fe Institute.

I personally started connecting Epstein to the now highly-scrutinized MIT Media Lab as early as May 2018, where the focus was all about teaching children and toddlers the intricacies of computer programming (which was then followed up on by places like NXIVM, which were only taking over from concerns like the Finders…):

Speaking of which, the FBI, of all places, just carried out, on Oct 25th, a major document drop from their vaults concerning said FINDERS organization, which can be found at this link:

The frightening, and depressing part, of the drop (and the real bombshell) is the fact that it also contains verification, and validation, of the confirmation of tunnels underneath the McMartin preschool – complete with excavation diagrams, blueprints, and paperwork. These were the very same tunnels which were claimed in the seminal national court case against the child molesters NOT TO exist. Tunnels used for transportation and hiding which were verified by testimony of all the child victims. The “debunking” of which was used to paint all the charges against the perps as fabrications and a carefully crafted hoax…and voila, “Satanic Panic” was born.

So let’s get this straight and in no uncertain terms, shall we? Original accusations against the McMartin preschool came in 1983:

Original complaints were filed by mother Judy Johnson, who happened to die mysteriously by the way:

For a bit of backstory, let’s examine just the first few paragraphs here from the stellar Alex Constantine, to see how this story began years before the major 1983 break, and with many ominous notes sounding:

“McMartin Preschool Revisited by Alex Constantine 1996 (in Virtual Government – CIA Mind Control Operations in America – Alex Constantine (Feral House Pub. 1997 ISBN 0-922915-45-8)

Welcome to Manhattan Beach

Paul Bynum graduated from college in 1972 and joined the Hermosa Beach police department a year later. At 31 he was promoted to the rank of chief detective. Bynum was not a traditional investigator. One fellow detective often thought he was “too bright to be a cop.” Off duty, he drove an MG and mixed with the ’60s survivors at the Sweetwater CafĂ©.

In 1976 Bynum was assigned the investigation of the Karen Klaas murder. Klaas was the divorced wife of Bill Medley, a vocalist for the Righteous Brothers. She was raped and murdered one morning about an hour after dropping her five-year-old son off at the McMartin preschool in Manhattan Beach.

Neighbors told police they’d been alarmed at the sight of a menacing stranger before the murder wandering through the neighborhood. Police later entertained speculation that Klaas had been stalked. Throughout the week her body was found, this same stranger had popped up several times on her corner. A neighbor phoned Karen to warn her. She didn’t answer. When friends entered the back door of the house, concerned for her safety, they found a Caucasian male with a beard, about 5’7″, 28 years old, dressed in a long olive green coat with a tunic collar and boots. He was leaving through the front door. Klaas was found naked and unconscious. She died five days later. Nothing was stolen. Police had no indication that Klaas knew the man who assaulted her.

In 1984, shortly after indictments were handed to defendants in the McMartin child molestation case, Gerald Klaas, her husband, drove off a cliff in Oregon and was killed. Children alleged in a grand jury hearing that teachers at the preschool had threatened to kill family members if they talked about abuse, It was rumored around town that the Klaas deaths and the McMartin case may have been related. But police said no. “We have no leads, no suspects and we’re not coordinating with Manhattan Beach,” Hermosa Beach Lt. Mike Lavin told reporters.”

Spooky enough for you yet, friends? The full story, and I mean full, here:

So, once again, let’s recap; this whole ball gets rolling when the ex-wife of one of the Righteous Brothers gets offed (somebody get Dave McGowan on the psycho-phone, will ya?) after just leaving McMartin.

Things proceed apace, throw in a plethora of mysterious deaths surrounding this whole thing, “Satanic Panic” becomes a cool talking point for people that don’t know anything, and everybody goes home scot free – end of story. Except we know now that wasn’t the end.

We know now that the False Memory Syndrome Foundation was a complete and total sham created by the Deep State (CIA) and the pedos themselves expressly for the “Trial of the Century” to run cover for and disavow all pedophile actions, painting them as merely “wrong” memories in the minds of the victims.

The “Satanic Panic”  the 80s wasn’t hysteria, wasn’t a witch hunt or the second coming of the Salem trials, it was normal people speaking truth to power & trying to protect their children from some of the vilest people on the globe. And what did they get for their trouble? Being called tin foil hattery nutters and confabulists by monsters that got away with everything; all sanctioned by Feds and a compliant co-conspirator media who knew the truth all along as it turns out and said nothing

We finally learn the real truth of all this – and the confirmation of the “tunnels that weren’t,” in FEDERAL DOCUMENTATION no less -- 35 years after the fact. Thanks for nothing – and I mean nothing. We need to burn this down. All of it. Smoke on the water, baby. JFK wasn’t joking. It all needs to be splintered into a thousand pieces and cast to the winds. 

And since Michael Aquino (Iran-Contra bagman, Temple of Set founder, Mena cover-upperer, Franklin Scandal pointman, Johnny Gosch kidnapper, Oliver North pal, NSA insider, Presidio Daycare abuser) figures extremely large in all this – and yes, that’s including McMartin – who is to say the then-growing Epstein network didn’t touch this vile offshoot also? 

Because although this was mainly abuse of the satanic ritual variety going on here, there are (and always have been) whispers that for as long as McMartin was a going concern, things like trafficking, indoctrination, and mind control were ALSO part of the mix and part of the plan. Just like the NXIVM Rainbow Culture Garden schools – just like the MIT Media Lab kid courses – just like the Finders. The designations shift, morph, and change, but the goals remain the same. Along with those names. Epstein. Bronfman. Rothschild. Rockefeller. Clinton. Bush. It’s business as usual within the Black Nobility in what appears, for all intents and purposes, to be an Operation Treadstone run completely amok, for those of you well versed in the Jason Bourne language (which appears now as only more Revelation of the Method...) 

Oh, and just so you know, looking too closely into this stuff can also get you a one-way ticket ride to swimming in the black goo end of the pool, even after all this time:

And just to square the circle in these investigations some more, the Finders were also, in that above FBI vault drop, said to be engaging in certain breeding experiments also: “The instructions included the impregnation of female members of the community known as Finders, purchasing children, trading, and kidnapping.” Sounds a lot like organized breeding programs.

All in all, this was an early (1987) accidental uncovering of the global child trafficking and ritual abuse program with continues to this day. After all, what was Epstein dreaming of launching down at the Zorro Ranch? Breeding programs.

And if this also sounds an awful lot like Scientology (Finders founder Marion Pettie was OSS just like L. Ron Hubbard), consider too this recent headline that ties things up even more tightly:

“The Sea Org, in large part, functions by way of human trafficking, including the trafficking of children,” the filing read.

The more things change, the more they stay the same, eh? But where do we go from here? All paths seem to be converging in one huge Trafficking, Transhumanistic, Quantum Mechanics manipulating, Mind Control snowball gathering momentum. All of these function as arms on the same endgame monster, tentacles on that fabled octopus of World Control. A Spectre that haunts all of our dreams that’s looking to kill off God so it can reign in His stead. It seeks openings, weaknesses, both in the veils separating worlds and also in each of our individual minds. Ego is a weakness. The Id is a weakness. And language planting seeds in our subconscious creates weaknesses – thin points in the structure. Which is why 1,000 Points of Light becomes more than just words, especially when heavy doses of black magick tech are applied.

We have previously here examined in detail the intersections of CERN-DWAVE-and the planet Saturn and what that alignment means for a core of “believers” here, installed in stations of earthly position and power.

Long before pizzagate was whispered, Anthony Patch put me on a trail of AI, transhumanism, quantum computing, CRISPR, and a dark agenda playing out in Geneva that portended the most sinister of outcomes for us all. Unbelievably, it is a trail that continues to be confirmed in multiple ways. The intense interest of folks like Epstein in artificial life and consciousness transfer being only one.

I only recently found this headline from 2015, where the CERN facility actually waited for the orbit of Saturn to align at its closest point with Earth before engaging:

Some might say mere coincidence, but I don’t believe in coincidence, and especially not in these heavily interlinked matters.

That these interests of Epstein and his forces would cross-correlate with the CERN agenda is nothing surprising. And it appears a few folks may have tumbled even closer to some ultimate, paradigm-altering truths. On October 12th the body of 33-year old tech businesswoman Erin Valenti was found by police in a neighborhood just south of San Jose, Almaden CA. She disappeared on October 7 under mysterious circumstances after a series of alarming, and baffling, phone calls wherein she sounded under extreme duress and was stating “everything is a game. A thought experiment. We live in the matrix.” She had no previous history of mental illness.

The excellent frankreport has uncovered a few more interesting data nodes to add to the mix:

It appears some parts of our reality are coming apart at the seams, making it easier for some of us to “see the strings” in this ongoing puppet show we are all ambered in. If the CERN-based transhumanistic agenda is proceeding apace, as it certainly appears, we are going to encounter more and more of these seemingly standalone, anomalous events popping up with increasing regularity the farther down this rabbit hole we tumble.

And these type of events are buttressed by others, just as strange, that only point to further unraveling, or preparing.

None other than Hillary Clinton was just caught on audio, in a sit-down radio interview, uttering this statement (which should be of EXTREME interest to all of us looking for clues). Is this something contrived, premeditated? An extremely telling Freudian slip? You be the judge:

In the latest turns of events, Clinton is now blaming her 2016 election loss on this. “I think it’s going to be the same as 2016,” Clinton said. “I’m going to show you in these flashing videos that appear and then disappear and they’re on the dark web and nobody can find them, but you’re going to see them and you’re going to see that person doing these horrible things.”

Er, what?

Combine this statement, which can only seem to be alluding to her long-rumored “Frazzledrip” vid, where she and aide Huma Abedin supposedly snuff a young girl but not before actually carving off her face, and, while she’s still alive, dance around the room wearing it, threatening, terrorizing her. Also after death the child’s blood and flesh are consumed in ritualistic fashion. Think cannibalism. Think adrenochrome consumption.

This was all outlined, by the way, in Q drop 854 of March 6 2018.

Hint: “+++ + +++++” = eat a child. All on raw vid.  

This is also the video which landed in the NYPD’s possession (off of the Weiner laptop “insurance” file) and which caused so many hardened detectives to seek psychological counseling. Also allegedly, all of the recent NYPD mysterious “suicides” (10 so far and counting in 2019 alone) all consist of members of the force that had seen that specific vid, along with other contents of the aforesaid laptop.

Purpose? It appears HRC might be engaging in some form of damage control-before-the-fact. Combine weird statements like this with the mass media barrage of “deep fakes” technology pieces in recent months, and it appears they all know that it is becoming increasingly untenable to keep this information, especially in video form, from escaping into wider public circulation. BUT, she can now play the “see, I told you so” card along with the ultimate misdirection of exclaiming, “sure, that might look like me, but it’s faked. That technology exists. Someone’s engaging in a smear campaign against me!” Our job is not to fall for it, since all of this denial is laughably transparent at best. It’s all perception management, at which they think they rule. They don’t. It’s far too late for that now against the awakened backdrop.

And speaking of perception management, look who’s just come out to seemingly confirm (YAY!?) the entire “Q” platform: none other than Fox News’ Paul Vallely.

But let’s all beware of Trojan Horses bearing gifts of confirmation bias and infiltrating movements, boys and girls, and telling us things we want to hear, and all the while seeking to get on the inside to damage, because this is the very SAME Vallely that co-authored one of the premiere mind control tomes that set the stage for all this:

Still aligned with Aquino? Ya think? Being a Satanist is much like being in the CIA: once a Satanist, always a Satanist. And now he’s trumpeting “Q” in open platforms? I may not know a lot, but I know that if there is one person that the entire “Q” ethos would wish to wipe off the face of this planet as Public Enemy No.1 in the war to take back humanity, that person would be Aquino. And anyone and anything affiliated with him, even peripherally, should be regarded with the utmost caution, if not an outright scorched earth policy. Kill it with fire.

Sorry for the long link, it appears the original post has been removed from Rigorous Intuition, and quite recently, in fact. Strange, that.

So this is where we stand Halloween ’19. At an amazing intersection of all things celestial, where the inter- and extra-dimensional are being given away on a daily basis…all of that occult, esoteric, and secret school knowledge no longer under the purview of kompromatted operators like Epstein, and Clinton, and Podesta. The spell is broken, and the white hats of humanity have finally seized control of the reins/reigns, if you’ll pardon the wordman byplay.

We are now in a race with principalities and powers seeking to open gates, some even wider than are presently ajar, and that is a race we most assuredly cannot afford to lose. Here is the full text of Aquino’s MindWar – written in 1980 mind you.

Where does a nightmare end? So much of their ultimate plan for a literal hell on earth has come to fruition – everything from implants to frequency mind control to brainwave entrainment to chemtrails and genetic manipulation. Transhumanistically speaking, it’s an Epstein playground out there, couched in seemingly noble scientific endeavours like the Human Genome Project, HAARP, and CERN. We cannot afford to let the final pieces of their plan – their “Great Work” –  fall into place. The door right now is still only ajar. We need to slam it shut, and in that reclaiming, reclaim our rightful humanity before it is stripped from us never to return. The fightback begins here. The fightback begins now.

CERN is currently offline until late 2020, early 2021, when the transmissions, and the ceremonies, begin again. When the stars are right and the ley lines are thrumming. 

Tuesday, October 15, 2019


“It does not take a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brushfires of freedom in the minds of men.” – Samuel Adams

“I love a great mystery. And I’m fascinated by the greatest unsolved mystery. Do we see reality as it is? If I close my eyes I can imagine that everything we experience, everything we see, think, and do, is unfolding simultaneously in a parallel universe. And if so, how many copies of our cells exist? And might our mental states be conjoined?”    
                                        MR. ROBOT, Season 3, ep 1

Some very timely thoughts in this placeholder while working on the next entry… About freedom, why we’re all here, what we’re fighting for, and how wishing for someone’s freedom, always, is the very best way to tell them you love them. Thanks to Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, and Jackson Browne, respectively, for the very important words, which only seem to grow in importance, and a strange pertinence, as we barrel down all these twisting quantum routes together as life unfolds. As it should. As it’s supposed to.

We are all lovers in dangerous times now, my friends, to borrow from the celestial Bruce Cockburn. But love abides. 

"Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugee on the unarmed road of flight
And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
 We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden here while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the wild bells of lightning

Yeah, tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned and forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
 We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
And the poet and the painter far beyond behind his rightful time
 We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All written down in taken-for-granted situations

Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chained and cheated by pursuit
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
As the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
And for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Starry-eyed and laughing, I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hang suspended
As we listened one last time and we watched with one last look
Spellbound and swallowed as the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones and worse
And for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
 We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing…..

We met out on open streets when we had no place to go
I remember how my heart beat when you said I love you so
Then little by little we choked out all the life that our love could hold
Oh no

It's like we had a noose and baby without check
We pulled until it grew tighter around our necks
Each one waiting for the other, darlin', to say when
Well baby you can meet me tonight on the loose end

We didn't count tomorrows, as we took what we could and baby we ran
There was no time for sorrow, every place we went I held your hand
And when the night closed in I was sure your kisses told me all I had to know
But oh no

It's like we held a noose and baby without check
We pulled until it grew tighter around our necks
Each one waiting for the other, darlin', to say when
Well baby you can meet me tonight on the loose end

Our love has fallen around us like we said it never could
We saw it happen to all the others but to us it never would
Well how could something so bad, darling, come from something that was so good
I don't know

It's like we held a noose and baby without check
We pulled until it grew tighter around our necks
Each one waiting for the other, darlin', to say when
Well baby you can meet me tonight on the loose end…….

Time will come when we know what happened here
Change will come in time and make it clear
We learn one thing if we learn at all
In the secret wars we call our lives
Anything can happen

We watch the days, we make our plans
We change in ways a life demands
But whatever pleasure this life may allow
I'll give you the love I have for you now

Because anything can happen
In a world so full of fear
Dreams are whispered in the dead of night
And people disappear
But you hear my heart and you know I'm still here
Although you know and I know you know
While I swear I'll never let you go
Anything can happen

Yeah, if this love can happen here
Anything can

We watch the days we make our plans
We change in ways a life demands
I'll always remember this time, this place
The hope in your voice, the light on your face

Because anything can happen
In a world so full of pain
People give their lives to making war
And we call those people sane
But I love you where your dreams remain
Though you never say it anymore
One day there'll be an end to this war
And who knows
We may see what we're here for
Anything can happen."