in my petty small dreams i am here
in my most grandiose creations
i Am here
in the seemingly mundane
 i am the fabric of realities
in all this i am never absent
 merely
inexplicably
 all

http://www.awakening.net/Epiphany.html

i write in bursts

not because i Must but because i have to
if you can see the distinction ...please write


i know that what we will seem like hubris
 but i do know who you are
 and whats more i know "what" you are

i understand everything




and i accept visa,mastercard  and Amex... but not discover ..c'mon that would be a bit much wouldnt it?/

i just talked to my mother after a long long time
she says to call my brother
 its been a long long time

i don't know how she does it
 reminds me to be alive
 may be its her heart beat
 whose rhythm recalls mine
or the  harmony and cadence of her voice
 or maybe its her  breathe of life
that allows me to inhale
and exhale
all THIS !

so anyway .
I Am

u are(my brother)

most times i am only what you have allowed me
 and at other times  i am the denial of every great and wondrous thing i am because of your unending wondrous eye


trust that I am not ignoring this
 but actually cherishing this
trust that
in this self made hell
I have mined god
 not selfishly
 not wantonly
but dutifully

i have found myself at the dark end of a tunnel
 i have lost myself in desperation
yet found myself in the debris
hope littered and truth bound

I am not what I wanted to be by any account
I am what I needed to be
there is no evil in me

illuminate everything

have a little laughter
share a little gin
wink at the future
 bring all your friends  in

dance till dawn
  and wake at noon and think of nitelights
walk in the rain and call your exes
 tell them its all ok
and crack up with delight

break your heart
then break a leg
gamble on your future
 and short sell your past.

live in the moment
imagine your past
wonder what could happen
if this day was your last.

walk in confidence
only if you must
 the ingredients of an amazing life
are uncertainty
velocity
and being willing to feel the blast

but seriously
be willing to feel the BLAST


...............ECHOES OF AN UNHINGED MIND  PART 1

ive been given  a melody to my souls
 ive been given a key that lets loose control

i want to fly and cry out loud
 what it means to be bold
 yet tread i must  lightly and not break this marvelously fragile hold

i have sang in the dark
 lit fires from nothing but a spark
 and they are blazing fierce

and all is like tinder in their wake
 all is ashy fuel in its wake
 be here and be bold
 this story is yet to be told

in the midst of all this
bang your head against walls .
trying to get a handle on
what is going on
drifter you
hobo you
bang your head against the wall
 fell blood flows and feelings grow
light follows just below the speed of dark

hm

stop.
stop it all
stop this addiction of thought
you will always be
 the narcotic bliss of mind is only that.
Narcotic bliss

mind is a tool
use it
loose it and when in need  again  you will recreate it
what is does not require  you  As "you"
awarenes is like a whale that some times dives deep into the depths
and surfaces at times.
but its presence at any level DID NOT CREATE the ocean

all this IS
All things ARE
all is alive in ways that we delve in ,feed on  and enjoy embracing.
but ...
do not fall in love with your ways  of seeing . there are manybelieve that this way of seeing is the only way
they are myriad
they are all

and they are for you/we/us/them(all)-undefined devine

its been a blessing to be here -this place that is no place
 to be where the stars shine but have none to call then/m the light
 to be and be not
to be just flow of the all
 the wonder
the feeeling
 the way that is walked
 and the sound that is heard
 unnamed
unreported
 and unrecalled
 yet called from the deep


this is no
 me
 no
 you
 no distinction
 just everlasting presence
 just love allowing
 love being
 indulging
 creating
 frolicking in the mists
 a wonder is born each moment
  and you are the light through which this is seen

and at the speed of dark
 love rejoices and allows all


my thanks to Isness

culture is software

i was thinking that terrence mackenna was just being deep.....but look  WATCH AND SEE

dark dreams and angles

It is  my tale so I will tell it. 
It is one thing to observe and another to be and experience it. Either way you are changed.

 See,I was present to my hanging. The sentence once read, was carried out  with  pageantry and song, a happy masquerade by the denizens of this 'Verse.     

And being the guest of honour , It could not start without me .( it has been noted by those whose  art I am subject to that

 The hope best  and most pleasing to the crowd is the one shattered. And that

 the most ardent petitioner is always at the end of his rope. )

And so.. 

                                       The stage was set -

 The flames lit and  minds teased into breathless anticipation,by rumor and and nervous chatter.yet these would proove but pale shadows to the real.( i have been here before... watched joints pulled apart. when the bowels give over , and the strong appears week. when fair maidenns bubble and pop like candles.r own doom 
and their screeches remind you of you
 If they really wanted to be enthralled they needed to be in my chair.

Because Damned and Damning Hope, behind my blindfolded eyes was there  still. A rapid and flighty pulse in my chest, the thrill of anticipated reprieve or ultimate desecration. Hope at the precipice.

 The executioners tools were ready . gleaming in the stark unforgiving sunlight .Sentient and seductive, these blood thirsty metals ; laid on simple and workmanlike surfaces of wool, wood and steel.

 Seeing them . you cannot turn your eyes away. you feel a serpents cold lick on the underside of your breastbone . right above your heart.and sense of horrified wonder  even as your guts heave..you will wonder

For now you know what the true torture holds for you ,what the torturer wields

 the true tools of the trade are WHAT YOU BROUGHT WITH YOU!

 it is not the glinting metal all sharp and shiny . or the blunt and rusted, dirty brown blade.

 these are not the tools of your torturer. No, no no no no. Let me enlighten you.

 It is not the red hot pokers hot and dry breath that crackles your skin.

 Or the rough edged and intricate knives that will rip the squeals from your creature self.

 No.my friend. It is what you bring. Going away.Slowly. Surely. Bit by bit. In impossible and mesmerizing sequence.

 It is those things that you had always thought were essential to you being you. You bring these things to your own undoing.

 you are the torturers  greatest and most perfect tool .You are his instrument. Your perceived strength is his/her joy.

your sense of self is flayed from your soul

 Your ego gets ripped in parenthesis  and

 Your manhood ,your self hood...

 you loose this when the first scream leaks form your lips. Of course that had to go. Welcome to the poetry of pain. the time lapse subjective of the destroyed.

 everything gets reduced .and at the same time transformed into higher metaphor. all that you claimed was really authentically you..Your pride. your integrity. your fame. your skill .your ability to be that person who once bore your name.......are you enlightened yet??

 well let the screams begin . Let your weeping; that deep rooted biological reaction spawned by nature and nurture, to turn hearts and hands to your help, feed instead a disgust and contempt from those you held most dear. Let your sweet breathe that once was a much ignored but sweet spring of life . turn to  gasps of burning air that fuel your pain.

 My disgusted and contemptuous friend. 

 it is not what they bring to the table-  it is what you bring with you .there lies the true  torture.

 your pride . your ego . it all goes when your eyes swivel in impossible directions to try and NOT see what has just irrevocably and messily left the building . You will be present during the demolition of your edifice . You will be here and pray for madness. except that, that is the one blow that promises that you never were and never can be , 

 so do you see why i needed to say this?

 because i can never say this again.

get my stories back

i want my stories back

when did  i give them up?

my stories was exciting and riveting
 No one was more involved than
 me
 when did i start to drift ?

 I want my stories back

the Passion, in  the action
 all my senses were open  available to my needs
 i was not a thrall

 i want my stories back
 i was each and every archetype tuned to my joy
i was each and every moment  responding to my dreams
 i was each and every place made magickal and alive
 I was this place and that place I was these things s that words could not convey
but all was so alive

i know where i am and who I IS

i know where i am and who I IS

see below

warning

avoid
evade
.... the invasion

of any idea whose internal logic requires mass death
any "compassion " to or for   mass loss
Any way of being that leads to sadness and death
       even if it seems compassionate
  or "heartwarming"

 or like it is for a "GOOD CAUSE"




u must not give your energies to anything less than a joyful creation

you cannot allow any of your power to "leak" out!

there is going to be a mass transition



on one level it is going to be BAD
on another level its going to be gruesome .
 there is going to be a mass extinction
that is if your left


and your apocalyptic fantasies will be fulfilled


this is where love might lead you

or


if you find a place within you
that at story teller
 that lives
 alive and smiling
the one that journeys  wildly and widely
whose root are the stars
'

then you may find sorrow and joy in a quieter place
see that you were "cursed" with a better place

an oritronic  hologram
where the occasion and creation of you. balances out

what if u could change everything
what if you were the author of your being
 what if you looked around you in wonder
and found love in each and everything

what changes would you bring

here And now

I found the place .



the hidden ,the edge


The place from which I peek


I call it Here.


This place from which I see


I call it Now


The place from which shamans speak

The cliff edge of my castle

the hallowed limits of my cage


it demands that


I do not speak of you anymore


you makers of dust


planners of vanishing acts


I speak of and to  the speechless


the silent unspeaking witness

The one we  share in our dream

the one on whose infinite shores we break

from whose unimaginable depths we flow

revelation space 


its the moment when all illusions are shattered 
And your heart is laid bare
  When all you ever wanted becomes like ashes 
And the ground shakes beneath you 
      and the walls of your house fall
When grimy tear streaked and trembling you emerge 
from the rubble .and ,,
    the most beautiful sky shows

the bright and the  blue 
the warm breeze
the place that was always your home 
shrugged off its  flea ego
that stuff that blocked the sun


and what you thought was your  last breath 
is  become your  first breathe





welcome eternal child

hate fear pain
take break gain
deserve
demand
refrain
of these ingredients
a whirlwind of a demon is made

blessed be

        blessed be

its what was said 

when  times seemed rough and the gods were unkind

       blessed be 

is what they said 

when a task that seemed impossible

was 

   when the child was born

        

                    when the  loved ones you had failed and were born away

when you sneezed 

when you met a true friend indeed

  when you were well met on your travels

when your enemy was civil and respected you enough 

to stop cursing you

          when the sun rose all golden and blurry 

when it stormed with startling fury

 blessed be

well it seems to me 

that this life

all of it 

is 

BLESSED BE 

my people die for lack of knowledge
i am drowning for lack of language
i am laughing at this comedy
of beingness

I'd invite you to join me
but you are already here
i would give you whatever you want to enlighten the party but
you are already here
'nuff said

i almost spoke .
i almost knew

missive from

we have tried over and over
to tell you
            to show you what life is worth

when it was wisdom
               we showed you (ignorance)
when it is dominion
                  we are(Gods)
when it is loss
            we traded in new algorythms of pain
an  underhand humour :) a chaotic Link to hurt
  we show you
      we show you
we show you:

how to cry

how to laugh

how to dance

how to make every step you take a dance

a harmonic tease

we speak in suggestive tongues

 not wanting to deny you of our own path.

..our ultimate gift?

!discovery!

we have tried over and over

to      tell you!

               TO
                       show you!


what life is .>>?worth?<<

In every place that needs birth , we are the midwives
In all places that need a ground for you to stand on we bury you deep
a place from which you felt uplifted we throw you down
we were
         simply----byzantine
          softly---- just

for each tale you needed told .We have borne it
 for we are the first story tellers
the Honest liars
we are what u have called" ----------------"

but truth be told
you behold our creations
and we are yours


you knew not then that what IS ..IS !
we stand here even as you choose to be there
for your tears
your pain and your suffering we are here

And when you need to grieve we inject those noxious poisons
  in your veins
we are the blood shed
the  haunting cries in the veldt
   your triumph over your humanity
and the crushing guilt
     of your success
we are the doormen in the club "Futility" and "pride"
and we clean up after you
and if only you could think
"STOP"
that would be  enough

if only you could describe less
and Ascribe more to yourselves

Be More seek less



then ..
and only then

thank you

this joy in my heart
thank you
this fear i feel
thank you
 this love that i feel
thank you
 that you re here with me always
thank you
 that nothing is
but you
thank you
that this story that is me
 thank you
that I am the love you feel
thank you
that i am the joy you give
thank you
 that you are the air I breathe
thank you
thank you
i am
you

hzt

so now we talk of power
\
everyone ..everything you perceive is your choice of being


i would rather you would know yourself- rather
 than choose power.
life


LIFE is spectrum. it is everyhting possible and shared .iy is a gift born of spirit ...a.k.a LOVE

POWER though
is Focus

you must use all you know for only one .thing,,,,AND this thing , IS ,POWER

Be one thing only and you are a blade brought into being

yoy will last for a moment
then


......game

























choose one way .AND only that way


 do not be temperate ,do not be logical , do not be clever////just live fort he end results ..and it will be done . no doubts right? your first lesson will be alienation..than "i am a fucking Idiot"

sky

this is the seed that grows
this is the winged beasts
in the wind that blows
this is my educated philosophy in platos cove
this is the  tour, the  declaration of your intelligence
as seen on the  wall and  against mine
this is my response.


sweet!


 coz only in response is there communication
only in echoes are realities rebound
i do not decry your earnest endeavours
 I simply suggest that these endeavours are born of tides that you barely surf


it is your wave
it is your board
it is your yullulation
that breaks up the skies
and calls kindred spirits to the moment that you discover


......one more time


this is you.
 but what  you know as you ..
this 2.5   percent path.. is not all


i have no proof unless you want to see things that dont fit




yup ..its all hubris
 but you must have felt it too


the connection where there is none
 the cry in the wild that a few months  after seems to have been your own call home


the choices made for no reason except your gut , but from which your new found wisdom is built
not mathematics
no logics
 not "enlightment'
just unity with God/ess that IS




the distance made near
the things that you need made clear
the foolishness in your heart made into fear
and in burning fields ..after the dust has cleared
you find your sudden ,urgent path. into the clear fields
 and cough your lungs clear of all the bullshit that you thought was you


yes I HAVE SEEN THIS


and i know you have too

u

so...hmm.. i am really, really giddy. From where i stand everything is shaken and hangs loose . its like a
a convergence of belief and realities. and umm ..
and the only one i can tell is You

 so thank you for being there, i guess .
uhm
i wish i was more articulate  ..more ..elaborate.  I... wish I could express to you exactly what i feel. how exactly i view things . how my blood pumps so to speak :).i am made aware of how unique each creation is . How even the semblance of homogeneity is a staggering and majestic miracle .
That in All that Is . IN all infinities ,THERE IS A CHORD IN  HARMONY . The linguistics will recognize an accord in my words, the kabbalists will find GOD ,the mystics will know what is coming next  and the true souls will create it. and i guess the crazy people will say welcome home !!
 but i digress

i am wary of  any attempt to do that though

i am aware that once you see the light you can never unsee it. once you know it was always you and this explosion is nuclear enveloping the illusion of past and present Both. Each and every now is a rewrite of EVERYTHING. just to allow you to experience this particular NOW .
and humanity as a persistent drug
loved beyond all others
it is a culmination of events that redefines all others
it is the clearest echo
the only
THE only
only remaining echo of the oritronic orgasm
of that loudest and most singular sound. That cause and  first event and occasion. The Ecstasy

I AM

once you know anything you are "changed"

all knowledge is a seduction

and Sophia is the loveliest of whores

she will give anyone of herself

and once you have had a taste of her You are never the same

I want you to be you.( i know this sounds silly but i do . i don't care about your dreams and aspirations . i only care about this moment . for here is the seed that grows . here is the place where infinities are spawned ,dreams are born and all children call home. here is where everything you are IS . in kernel form . concentrated . and if i can embrace you now . Completely . without reservations or limitations. without any separation  i hold all of you. and you are an infinity of wonder .and where does my care stand . what place does it have in this wonderful and amazing presence it is like claiming to care about a galaxy OR a mountain when all you really do is stand in awe and appreciate that you were lucky and blessed enough to be present... Of course there are other angles . other perceptions present . both micro and macro. each and every one transcendent
 but this is only text. stop fucking with my bandwidth and give your ego a time out )

AND I WANT TO BE the one who accepts you !
unconditionally.
totally
so that  when we share stories
we will be able to laugh and shed authentic tears
because  we Know!
 exactly how it feels to be us
exactly what it takes to see in certain ways
and how excellent and perfect is that   being .


and when all is said  and done
we go back to the first cause
all father, mother, godess
the love that birthed us all and gave us name
Names before all names
And WORD before all words
sight before we could see
the love that is all and anything

our womb

transorm  tree,  exponentially built

Ygdrssl

branches everywhere

fractaly reaching and creating infinities

numbers and algorithms. in one orgasmic gasp.
and there was FIREWORKS!..ok ok Light!

ok?
(freakin  prudes )



 like all of us
needing to be human
the definitions
give a sense of belonging
the ape sounds that spring from our lips
the eloquence of our ignorance
stamped and sealed
The stories we tell ourselves
because we are these creations
of "sense"
 chemical reactionaries
i am not slamming or taking "us " for granted

i just feel that "us " has had its day
and this is the apocalypse we have been 'wake' dreaming of.
We are about to meet the alien . that we need /must become
we have to find our gods.
all the souls that have ever been born are here right now .
our billions and billions are the raising of the dead

transition requires us to be present for our own annihilation
all must be made new
for we have exhausted this way of being
In infinities of dimensions we have been THIS
and now we will be ELSE

it is going to be the scariest and most exhilarating thing ever
          And we will be new creatures!!

of course this is bullshit
how else can i spout this

...Lol
your comprehension is not required
"presence is catalyst"
my propaganda has done its job

and if you are "here"
your choice was already made
the light takes no prisoners
what you know IS  YOU now
oops sorry
oops welcome
oops what was your name ?
..
Thats my name too
and we all share this frame
name
game
identity
body
universe
ID
Love
thought
light


but this is just a story too!
what elevates us is our reconnection into larger and larger wholes
what we are is a soul jamming musical chord that always reaches for the crazier note and new half of a half beat
that we haven't tasted touched or sang before

let there be 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tis love .

its this love that I am feeling!
....i am this love that is feeling


I am this trap of cold and dark matter . that allows a Refined and pure LOVE to shine like the morning star.
We call it venus 
we cal it the goddess of love 
We KNOW!!A
and hence we are 




the whole point is to have an "Awakening"
this is what is denied us by "darkness"
this is the Order we "feel" and know we must escape


this is why the wild and the crazy and the sublime  feels chaotic..
whale songs and dolphins in the deep
the unexpected note in Aria 
the space between a jazz beat
and the discord of the perfect chord
breadcrumbs all to our true desire
.passion is self 
the chaos is our infinite playground
And order BINDS




this is not discourse on evil 
or any label that encloses and imprisons




pay attention to the fact that destruction feels like glee and pleasant release..


its a discordant note of rebellion .
 an inner knowledge that demands you be free


an inner vision that says
 I need to be ME
and the limits are MINE only 
not bonds that can be thrown on me

smile. your on camera!

everything you SEE is your story ,your love  your most intimate self

everything that is .Is within you. It is your call into that
silence
your light in the darkness
your creation Is your heart

what is, is evidence of your passing

there is none greater Or more bountiful than you

so you see "evil"
So you see "god"
So You see" truth"
but all you really see is you!
a whole lot of you
in ways that defy description
in ways that beg"description"

This is the greatest love story ever told .
the paradox
the rings left behind your coffee cup
its nothing but evidence of your particular experience

Burn
Die
Kill
 is no more weightier that
empathy
Joy
compassion

its scary to know this
its also wonderful to "Know" this

everything is the the light within
everything is the love we bring
everything is intimately "US"
don't be shy about calling it "me!"
me is the only way to comprehend this
me  is the way . the truth
and a particular and unique light
"Me !" is a peculiar  amber moment captured in time.
 and when me is fully devoured
in Kali's insatiable glee

what is always left
Is a new ME!


so arguments.....
everything you know about conciousness IS wrong
YEt everything is true

Yes there is a God
as long as you need sustenance
yes, everything is subjective
Until you use "will" to be objective(ironic huh!)
existence is duality and polarity .And the degrees of the many !
Until you contain it all as the One
that; 'Life is a dream
 a pleasant fiction(?)'
.....now that is just daft...a semantic limitation

It is all chaos ....

                                   till you recognize cause

...then realize cause is a convenient fiction > and perceptions tool.

you Will never meet anything greater Than you . because meeting requires comprehension . and what you comprehend  defines and IS you . for as long as that moment lasts

all we Want Is light.
All we are is the limits we set on it
all we can be is everything

any more i write is wrong and vain and hubris..
all i am is LOVE ,loving itself into being. A selfish.honest Act of play.










--------------------------
this life that we know
is but a thin skein. the surface tension on a deep ocean
the ripples we see and feel are born out of fathoms of "incomprehensible depth'
it allows us our lightness of being
. and our incomprehension . or disbelief does not make the grandeur and depth any less so
. It is but an artifact of our being..
every now and then
               we will notice the echoes  that ping form this vastness
                                                                                         . and we are moved 

I AM is discourse

learning the topology . the landscape . realizing that comprehension has very little to do with knowing ... until u realize that there are levels of comprehension.. existence and harmony ARE !


the way you see a thing has got nothing to do with the thing but has everything to do with you!
Perception is NOT truth
 it is  a way of being/feeling.
what is ..is all . ..this sounds trite . this sounds deep . this sounds like BS ... ...welcome to THAT!
your level of comprehension has nothing to do with reality . intelligence is Id's Choice...is relative . it is like your appreciation of " Blue" ,
We Is at this moment everything . and now we feel this way or that way.. or come to communion in a particular now .. from here we tell a story . causality is a joyful tool . it is an illusion that allows ways of non being---suspension of reality. of disbelief(?)


we all are slaves to affection. ultimate self..ness. ultimate self indulgence. we revel in the dark and our interpretations of shadow.


separation though limited allows us to play depth in a shallow pond . currency of description in place of true solid manifest ..Smoke(?)

musing

I am noticing an increased affinity to plants, trees flowers and grasses. I notice their vibrance and feel an extra layer or a greater intensity of colour freshness and life when I am among them or looking at them consciously or not. The colours seem to pop. The scents slow me in my tracks and their vibrance calls to me and makes me sway with them in the breeze.




This coincides with my silence.



A new born silence where even my own thoughts and musings can be an unwelcome intrusion. A lover who I would love to avoid for no reason other than the attraction of that space where nothing is me, mine, mined moaned or moved.



Probably coincidence, but do feel the flowers and the trees, breeze or no breeze. I feel them. I respect them I want to know what they know and for the few moments before I attempt to articulate, I feel that I do. Somehow I feel that place where no harm is done. Where all life is nurtured and giving in endless refrain. And before articulation there is no name for the type or size of 'Give' that is shown. It is a gracious welcoming, like a love splendid and fat with affection. A taste that is beyond taste because the thing savored is all selfness before it knows so.


The breeze caressing the slumbering form. The leaves drinking and basking as they exhale life on the earth itself .

dudue did i pop a vessel ?! hehe

That was a nice nap ..time to wake up

The decision to stop running interference with myself. To no longer fight with my self The surprising comment by xxxxx "that all this that has happened is for ...and because of you (i. e ME!)

The talk on pipelines and blocking the flow that is GOD

The Video on for giveness and Giving /Water Pipe / ego / human blocking the pipeline
The finding of Sonia Barrets conversation on the Game. The Matrix. The Technology of your body being here to experience your OWN grand designs. And you should be fluid enough to upload and download experiencing and allowing what you have created and intentionally choosing a different experience. Mastering Matter as you understand more and more of WHAT is. You are the source... you are exactly what you need to experience this moment. You are everything that is required to be THIS place. In for-Giveness and fluidity you should be aware and involved appreciating and giving feedback as per your preferred MOMENTS and frequencies. There is no final Dogma ...DOGMA is the problem. Fixity is the problem true BEING is flowing never stop responding to the moment never stop ascending. This is the EASIEST way to be as "BEING" because you are built for FLOW so that all is created through you. As both receiver and transmitter as Human. and Creator as the one Gifting you /man with the technology/matter of new energies and frequencies top experience filtered thru personality flesh blood and bone (energy forms still HEHEH)

This is living. This is the joy of ecstasy. This is breathing. The silent NOVAS of creation as your cells are consumed in light of Knowingness and new ones are revealed to experience the next moment ....sans the burdens of the Past. And eternal child is born over and over...
Nothing controls you. You only allow it to seem so. Nothing stands against Me I only created it to seem so within this matrix that challenged me by pitting my own might against me for a myriad of experiences .Including the fine Mastery of energies and knowing of this realm. This Game. This Matrix. this creation. This limitation that allows a certain finity of experience of moments Emotionally ... The purpose is not to gather knowledge but to experience this all ways  in as many ways as yourself... Till You get it .. then you move to a different range .. till you get it then you ....till you..

Get it?

For Give... Receive ...Love ...push ...question.. recieve .Flow...Flow Flow . Go Go Go ..Motivation ;)

Letting go of past patterns and growing beyond them. Inner peace, faith, and serenity.

Now is known pain and hardship and want
now is known desire laughter and love
without blemish Perfection lay fallow
Now is Known...

the joining ---ernest l. norman

Two thousand years ago, as men mark time,


There walked a Man among men, but different than all others For He was "joined" in spirit and kneweth of all things - of what spirit is.






And He spoke of many strange things and with His hands, doeth many wondrous miracles.


So much so, there were those who feared Him and that the hypocrisies of their lives would be uncovered.


And so they contrived to destroy Him.






And there were others who believed this Man, each in his own way but of the world and of the way in which the world thinketh.


And so it came to pass, in the many centuries which followed, there were countless men,


Each, in his own way, contrived to say what this Man had said.


And they sayeth His words in their own words so that they add or that they taketh away.






Even so, each of these speaketh of this Man as one of them, as an earth man, who is not "joined" in spirit, understanding not of His "joining".






And so, of this day and of this hour, countless numbers live in a great hypocrisy, a great idolatry in which they have hung the effigy of this Man in mute mockery and testimonial of the savage barbarism which is in their hearts against things which they do not understand.






They have contrived, among themselves, to eulogize His words and they sayeth as He said, "If thou believest in Me, thou will have eternal life".


So they worship Him, even in the bloody effigy of their own making, knowing not that as He spoke, that as He said, "in Me", knowing as He did that he was "joined" in spirit and was, in spirit, all things.


That if any man should know of Him and His "joining" and what He was, what He believed, and all the other essences of spirit,


Then, truly this man would indeed have immortal life.


For surely, if he understood all that this strange Man was, Of the spirit and the "joining",


Each believer and each man who knows thusly of all this, would be likewise joined as was this Man.


And, by the essences of all this knowing and joining, Surely, then, immortality and life forever was the heritage.






Yet, as of this day, men bow their heads in a great idolatry.


Worshipping words contrived in their own minds which have been divested of spiritual virtues.






They have created a monstrosity of their own divulgences to the exclusion of sanity and reason or logic in the ever expanding, creative universe which is about them.


They have abandoned sanity in the pressure of this symbolized madness.






For surely, how can this great hypocrisy exist and become as of spirit?


For in this hypocrisy, man has created, unto himself, his own citadel.


And, if he persists in its constant erection,


That he makes it his domicile, his habitation in this and other lives,


Then he will in time, become entombed.






If a man be "joined" in spirit, he must, in all things, be creatively minded.


He cannot think thusly, that it is of his world, or that he and others like him have interpreted these things within their worlds and correctly, each according to himself.






Rather, they should feel that, within themselves,


And they should know that, within themselves,


Is the divine spark of intelligent reason which can be


fanned into an immortal flame by the desire, within every heart to be creative,


To be intelligent,


To be ever conscious of this, "The Kingdom of Heaven Which is Within".






So, each man cometh unto his time and place where he must choose between the world of his own making.


The denominators of his own experiences can become as millstones around his neck if he does not turn them into the Essenic substances of spiritual manifestation.






If he cannot see creative logic and reason, the infinite resources which expand his consciousness, then he is indeed lost.






For, even as I am joined, so that you, too, must also be joined,


That we may live in the House of the Lord, forever.

there is something that's growing quiet and bright and strong like a flower between concrete  slabs like  a splash of green in mountain scree

dead center in my vision
an ancient ferocious warrior  stood.
 Muscular with long woolly hair
he is clad in animal skin and brandishes a long spear
that connects heaven to earth .

for a long time he just stood there 

watching me,waiting.

Now I am beginning to see through his eyes 

as he now paces to and fro

impatiently gazing places 

Now I am beginning to see through his eyes 

as he now paces to and fro 

billowy clouds 

thundery skies ( thunder at sunrise)!

I flex my muscle and stamp my spear.

I spit on earth and bend down to and make paste with my fingers 

and anoint my feet ,hands and face as i rise . I am that warrior .

it is time to move 

One day ,its barely morning

the warrior is awoken by a shaking in the skies,

a thousand small suns stream thru the 

i am learning to love

see in your imperfect , heartbreaking world , the fundamental wholeness , from the place of pure being .
Stand in the place of lovers Ecstasy
and cry out in gratitude "no more, no more , no more '

from the place beyond life and death
Love



....no its not trite , escape your Romanticism , escape your chemical hallucinations , escape your love affair with intellect . it all exists because of love
 a love that allows
 a love that is curious
 a love that creates
 a love that is
 you
 a love that is me
 a love that is a green flowered tree branch
 a love that is dirt and soil
 blood red
 and joy coloured
 painful Ecstasy of free will
 and remembrance of rose  moist womb
and star colored wallpaper

so long as I let the spirit reign , so long as i am not vain
so long as love rains  so long as i stay in stark raving sanity
I am happy
and i am free 

love is not in what we seek , it is who we are
strength is not what we make it is what we discover
 like most things it is within
 sought outwards
 but revealed inwards
Your Gods grant your wishes only because they were with you always
 the devil disputes only in the space of doubt
 and simply to reveal

the greatest lovestory is life itself ;allowing , giving, satisfying and entertaining your illusions
the greatest lover is your soul
and it will never end

blessed!

thoughts

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIDjwGChFo4
Full circle

we leave what we know in search of what we are
and eventually when we close the loop we find we have come back home
seeking the the place of wonder and innocence
trying to recapture the rapture that is new born life
 we wander and seek wonder
then we come back home

this is god
this is love
this is dharma
this is Ecstasy
this is life lived

when you are done trying and doing and willing and all the little games that ego plays
when you think you are done and there is no death
when you truly see the meaninglessness and in true laughter find that  first cause
 and its been looking at you all this time
the shadow that skips and prances when you  are not looking
the reflection in the mirror that gives you a sly wink
the song that says exactly what you are thinking when you are thinking it
the prayer that seems to answer your own

yes you are home
its ok to rebel
its ok to seek out your path
everything is made new when you wish it
every road is virgin
and all the stars are the chronicle of you

then you come back home
done wondering and  for wander this vast place
this place of many mansions
is home

perception is eloquence
perception is understanding
perception is individual
perception is all
perception is deception
love gifts all

                    and when you are done you come home

food for food!

'You Goddamn Ziggurat !' I cursed the guy.

"Why did u say that ?"

Well, I like playing with words almost as much as I like effin with people

It pleased me to imagine the person upset by a string of nonsense,
insulted by nothing...hehe!

Sometimes I hit the jackpot, and the  guy is an 'over thinker', probably thinking "What a Retard , doesn't even know what a ziggurat means  ...the idiot."

And if  I am  really lucky the guy is an 'over -over thinker' and having done with telling himself I am an idiot,  has to spend a few more minutes thinking why the hell is he still upset over a "non-insult" levied by an idiot ! Ha !

Then if they are on 'over-over-over thinker' they have to wonder what language really means when a nonsensical statement can still convey insult and evoke hurt feelings and anger...in a sense have power over them.

Then if my diabolical plan really Hits the jackpot ,dude starts to wonder how much of what he considers his bonafide self is subject to adjustment and control by things/aspects  and inputs that are beneath perception ,conception or comprehension. And how much of what is considered genuine interaction is basically a crap fest of unseen inflection and subversion of a body of sense and energy that dude barely surfs yet confidently calls "ME"

Thats  an ugabuga of a buga bugah huh!

It is All Here For & Because Of You!!

          Everything!!

It(everything) is all here For and because Of You!! Be aware be thankfulbe kind

One time only Deal . lifetimes warranty

an intense and loving moment
a truthfull and wordless epiphany
a laughter that swells from deep inside
an 'Ahh' moment
that perfect insanity that you are, made clear and dazzling in one delirious moment of ecstasy
an understanding
A breach thru your walls into the eternal One . The solid Total Oneness revealed. the Real revealed in it wonderful technicolor splendor. That intense Love. that quiet nook,that gentle touch.the sweetest song  The Double rainbow!!


brought to you by all you have ever been, seen and done
every mountain climbed.and all the tears shed
every backstabbin Mofo
and everyone who treated you well
and the smell of all the good feelings and good things and good beings coloured in almighty good vibes.that made sure that you turned out just the way that you do To be that unique soul that can contain all this just..like.. this..

All have conspired to create this unique moment for your total enjoyment in a one time only deal
subject to soulfull and unconditional approval of yourself .Right now!
Yes Right Now!!

Giving Credit to all selves accepted
Call now and now and now . This is an unlimited time offer.  Your process is standing by(closer than you think)
Brought to you by the Everlovin Chorus and the Self Eulogizing Wonder Peeps
Caution: you may find no more reason to be unhappy