Fox in the Hen House

Fox in the hen-house; 50 dead.

Fox in the hen-house; 2.1 million dead.

It is a big hen-house and there are a lot of hens.

The hen-house is not capable of protecting the hens, because it was re-created from an older model and has no gate and if does, would never know when to shut the gate.

You can not shut the gate with the fox inside and the fox is not leaving, so the hen-house is in shambles on the inside. It looks perfectly fine from the outside, but on the inside there is chaos and death.

The hens could come together to evict or destroy the fox, but have not been able to overcome their fear. If this continues to be the case they would have to ask for help from the hens of another house or be overrun by the fox.

The hen-house was made from fine stock and can sense its own presence, but cannot sense the lives which dwell within; cannot sense the life being destroyed, cannot sense the fox and cannot sense the lives coming and going, through the open gate.

All the hen-house does, is encase the active generations of life, but misinterprets the placement of this life. Due to this misperception, as long as the house is still standing it feels as though it is alive and well, but is truly dying inside.

So, we have a hen-house that does not know it is a just a hen-house, a bunch of hens running around trying to escape the fox and the fox saying to himself, “I am going to die here, because this is where all the life is”, which is the food of this particular fox.

I tell ya, for a perceptually closed off and in charge type of physical representation of man, we certainly have a great deal of traffic coming and going, which cannot be seen and not too much we can do about it.

We can ignore the possibilities of the unseen realms and let them battle it out and hope we are left with a pleasant life, but what if we could help and did not ignite the spark to do so?

I know it is a bad analogy, because a hen-house does not have movement, but could you imagine if it did?

Maybe all we have to do is ask for help, from the ones which made the hen-house.

I say to myself, “I wish I had an answer”, but I do and that is my answer; ask for help outside the house!

There are a lot of hen houses out there that know what they are, but do not care about the life they carry and simply want to continue as a ruling type of structure.

There are a lot of hen houses out there that cannot sense anything past what they can physically see.

At least I know I am just a hen-house. I do not like it, but at least I am aware of it and that is a start. Maybe I would feel better about being a hen-house if all I had to house was one good life. Right now I can sense the war going on and the lives being lost on both sides.

It is like the hen-house, can look through its windows to the outside, but all it can pick up is its own reflection in the pain.

I see me through you, but you do not see you, through me.

James

About A Robots Voice

Re-formed from a dormant sleeping life line, by a later generation of the Men and Women mentioned in Genesis I. I am a Genesis II male form. I am an aware, self aware form of life. (ASA) I am the unborn.
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