: a person destitute of means except such as are derived from charity.

Oswald Chambers on this today names, deeper than happy ones and irrespective of material wealth, those who are (the ministry of the) unnoticed.

Poor and hidden, the antithesis of all this world aspires and values. How a million pounds, vs shelter in the woods and simple food, a likely disadvantage. We talk of ruinous money but in God's view it devastates the right attitude regardless of the amount. Comforts and stimulants, so who needs...

In God needed is God received.

Play a song, jingly-jangly, not exactly my kind of hip pop but has the words to utter and right-directing passion... needs must. Words are determining.

If needs are needed, they must or would be expressed, in sounds and cries about freedom. Get us out the grime and slush of this sick, self-satisfied yet disconcerting, artificial media fused psy-op. Something like dat. That which screws us into believing 'the news' aren't conduits for the brutal oppressors behind their shiny facade.

Fed with lies. The antidote is shout about and to God. Summer 17 is going down as the season for media conglomerate censorship. In the West, since the dawn of mass media, never have we known such insidious onslaughts. The book 1984 is ever present in my mind. Next and coming, unless... is Brave New World. Symbolically we sit between these two and the hope, an uprising in among a necessary to wake-us, proper downturn.

Behind the three or four publicly stated media owners is one cartel. Boiling away all but those yelping, are gently cooking to death. The pretend-not-so mentality are riches keeping us forgetful. All I keep reading, with different examples used to illustrate, is Martin Niemöller's; 'first they came for...'

YouTube content makers: The front-line.

Back to blessed poverty (and close). We're missing the jumbo-juggernaut in the room? The illusion swamping us, is we're not so materially poor. Yet in reality we're captured-with and the prison-walls are being constructing around us . Movie, The Exterminating Angel and the posh stuck in a dinner-party speaks.

Speaking of speak. Sing:

I am strong and full of life
I am steadfast, no compromise
I lift my sails to the sky
I’m gonna catch the wind, I’m gonna catch the wind

I am bold, no fear inside
Spread my wings, open my life
Like an eagle, whose home is the sky
I’m gonna catch the wind, I’m gonna catch the wind

Your faithfulness will never let me down
I’m confident I’ll see Your goodness now
I know You hear my heart, I’m singing out
There’s nothing that can stop Your goodness now

Like standing on the edge of a mountainside
I can feel the wind stirring, lifting me up high
I was born into freedom, I was made to fly

I am strong and full of life
I am steadfast, no compromise
I lift my sails to the sky
I’m gonna catch the wind