Daydream

(good for you)(good for me)=(good for all)(all art)(metaphysics)divided by(alchemy)+(entheogens)(ceremony)divided by(ritual)+(Gnosis)=infinity enclosed in 360 degrees of possibility.....it's called life infinite up and infinite down.

Do You Know

Moon & Shooting Snow 2:00 AM

Mystified by
mean ignorant minds
Do you know what corexit is
Do you know the Gulfstream is almost stopped
Do you know an ice age may be coming upon us
Do you know that tigers are almost extinct
Do you know all aspartame in drinks and whatever is deadly forever
Do you know who is bailing the banks
Do you know you lost all your rights
Do you know how many Iraqi's and Afghani citizens have died
Do you know how many soldiers have died for these lies
Do you know about Jenin
Do you know all wars are really for wealth never honor
Do you know about depleted uranium blown by the wind to the corners of the world
Ad infinitum the things you don't know

The Tubes

it must not matter you just acquiesce              
don't cry to me I already know
I'm not even going to soften the blow              
you say you never dwell in the negative
I hate to inform so rudely
you live in it

western religion absent of substance
not malice, or devious truth
rags and lies spewing fear, death and doubt
creation by assassins to take you out
Do you know who the real terrorists are
I am almost dead  feel like shit too                    
and yes am I attacking you
stand the fuck up

The Guts

surely said I                                                              
low lay the
Noble
Lie

 

The Weapon

                                                               
                                                 

Pink Snow Black Moon

                                                                                                            

Fun The Fun Popo

Momentarily
A tear
rested alone sadly
On my cheek
I smiled
At the Sun

This Banana Republic for Gaian tragedy
where our hearts beat.
There are things of beauty
darkened now by parsimonious cretins
pushing shiny colors and cheapness
Did you see the sky last night
the borealis came all the way to Dallas
In the boardroom they were going 24/7 insanity, didn't see it
never see it. A gift given rave review
said the wind to the tree who replied
You know
Despair, cuts deep
they like us that way, well done
it's easy to go dark
it sickens and wounds you
rages at what the fuck
and for whom.
Masochistic nirvana, I have arrived
I took some mushrooms as I trabajoed in the yard
shoving a red bucket around with my knees picking up pineal cones, laid down by rapture
The next day realness was a shocking see
We might  make what reality be
I am eating some flan would you like some madams, sir?
another kind of beauty, there are so many.
You out there, yea you! can you see me?
Then you must be awake..alright
millions of us, legions by legions
You painters singers dancers players
lost in thought and dreaming
maybe you could take my hand hook my mind
To the blind ones  fatuous..tits
thanks but no we won't obey
we have bitchen plans for the day

Black Armani Vicuna Coat

 

 

I gotta roscoe in the pocket of my Black Armani Vicuna Coat
I aint afraid to put a hole in it.

You stole my woman ate my gravy
What else you be taken
...Drive me crazy
...
I gotta roscoe in the pocket of my Black Armani Vicuna Coat

I aint afraid to put a hole in it.

Go ahead on walk away
Like I give a shit what you say
Go ahead on walk away
your still gonna fuckin pay

I gotta Roscoe in the pocket of my Black Armani Vicuna Coat

I aint afraid to put a hole in it.


I seen your pink Cadillac
Hiding roun the corner
Looked like a skeleton
My crew be on her

I gotta Roscoe in the pocket of my Black Armani Vicuna Coat


I aint afraid to put a hole in it.

You is gonna pay when I put a hole
in the pocket of my Black Armani Vicuna Coat

-Bad Ass Old Dude
Future blues song

SuperGlide

check my ride
It's a superglide
and yea it is all that
not all bad
for a hat
...or a ride
My screamin superglide

Sophia

Painting by Tara Doherty-My fun with Camera

Oy lassies, lads, ta 'ttractor is coomin. Drag 'it
doon ya lit'le doves

the bang n thunderous, lightsen glow  wicked huge
b' coomin at yers soon enou

cooked the goose ye did w'it alls yer black n bood,
'nd fuckin' stinken are ye's

drag it doon ye lit'le fuckwits, lights is coomin soon enough bang n alls
it blasted
coomin back in wanton light
you'l never sees for dearth in sight

yer fucken eyeslits be put to blast n ye's wakened in the starlit
then ye ken 'nd knows it wot ye's did
to make such weight in stinken black

ye's tipped that shiten weight on  goddess mother, fierce
wots coomin back
ta bite yer soory blinded asses


cooked the goose w'it alls yer black n bood

spewed ye oot,  ta universes ended, righten stinken weights
wot's yer's dont know is lighten 'nd glow
but well ye's will soons enuo

cleans yerself ye's did 'nd opened eyeslits
see'n lighten glows
a balancin act tween alls 'at exits
'nd no more ta stinken shite

for awhiles we s'pose no mores
no mores o' ta black 'n ta bood.
'n ta stink

lit'le doves dreamin
arcos irised risen
yer opened souls magic'd
by Goddess Sophia
dreamin o' ta first time

Dr. Dark

Light speed to dark

What could have been now nevermore

She would say sorry for dark moods, lying to herself instead of you.
Twisted like a root
Impossible the straightening
This flowing stream
She looked for 'flected rose
Water paled feet appeared
In rich mud
Sick and white
Planted in moonlight glow
Held in darkness
The ebb of death forever flows
with life illumined 

Thoughts Inspired by others

We are not alone and separate in our thoughts, walking with death on our shoulders. He smiles and you smile back. But, you say; he is terror, trying to flee. No, he is a brother, bring him to me.






Minds bent on survival, we're running from the beasts, hell on earth, not in fear but disgust. Art, beauty, rapture, the sweet oblivion our true calling.  Improvisation is how to play it. Fluid. Pick the tempo, leave the key for others.

Feeling deeply the dark unnameable  perversion in a world of no sense to any but the truly sociopathic, change is the only constant. I just don't like agendas that have me or you classified as cannon fodder as the plan of the day. Some hang on to the status quo 'til their fingernails rip,no matter the reality. Bad idea and painful.

Looking through a different lens gets a different perspective in the artful curve of the sacred, like a bird swooping in for a landing. There before us is the road. How does one walk this road that has no signpost. One step at a time, she said, you are not really blind just unlit. These things turn many away, but even in their turning they walk the road. We all walk, with mindfulness or without, it makes no difference.

Opening the shell
The knife of our mind
Gives birth to
The infinite
Possibles

Thoughts Inspired By Others

Something I read brought these emotions to the fore. Darkness, I hold your hand in the east, a sputtering candle in the west, north and south unknown.

Reposed in terror
Calmly waiting
Thinking of  small ones
I put coffin
To the lid
While Black flowers sickly smell
infuses all that fell
As watchers see in woods and fen
This does truly ends to start anew


I won't be seeing you in all the old familiar places. Whatever rises from the ashes. Ill fortune be the same old lashes, best they not appear. For if they tell the speak of old, the game is rigged. Our evolution does not include those of these. Or it is not worth living. For what's the point of repeat this hell that they can spell.

Rock Spring Bird Never Flys Alone

We are one thing, hold it as priceless, as I hold you all.

What Can Happen Or Not

WAR................Fools of fools can not see. It is just vision ordinary to them.They don't look far beyond their girth. Not to mention the psychopaths, who are practically orgasmic, this is carnaval to them. They being the quintessential essence of meaningless evil all bling blinged. They blind you. This absurd dance is going down on the floor, and you better know the beat. Pray that that be true. Maybe many will die, but there will be those in history who tell great stories, of the death of the fools of fools.

Down below I said the first war is with ourselves.  It's a mighty battle. I have laid down some nasty words of late, and feasted on that bitter vile. You can feel the pulse of the insanity. A frightening thing if one has never felt it, and it's beating staccato,  it can suck you in, with sweet words of rage, justifiable of course, slam it. Then recoil at what just happened, knowing the junkies curse, in redemption sought you fight for the light, and creator of all things. In balance grasshopper, tough sleds ahead.


From Clif High-Urban Survival
World War 3 is here. This war has already begun, at least the propaganda part intended to drive the emotions of the populace to support the ‘terrible choice’ that our ‘leaders’ will say they are forced to make to ‘safe guard our homeland’.
One of the ways that They plan on levering the planet into war begins with an Israeli attack on Iran. Within our work here at Halfpasthuman, we had thought that the attack by the zionist war machine on Iran would be a mistake. That opinion has now changed. The Israeli attack will be a planned ‘sacrifice’ of the ‘nation of israel’ in order to draw the larger nations into a global thermonuclear war. Of course, the Israeli’s don’t recognize that they are to be the sacrifice to Molock, Baphotep, and the other masonic (vatican/reptilian) gods of war.
World War 3 is here, and will most likely begin, according to one interpretation of the emotional tension sums that we have in our data, on November 8th, very early in the pre-dawn. That is when israel, the sacrifice, will be ‘led’ by its zionist ‘leaders’ to launch an attack on Iran. Within minutes of the launch, everything (for the israeli residents and silent backers of the zionist killing machines) will go wrong. The retaliation will be both swift and unexpected, though of course, the zionist ‘leaders’ of the sacrificial sheep of israel will be knowledgeable enough to not be in israel when they launch the attack.
As dawn on November 8th moves around the planet, so will the progression of the Global Thermonuclear War. Within minutes of the launch of the attack, death will rain on israel from a number of sides. As their killing machine streaks toward Iran, the zionist minions will already be fleeing as they know that retaliation will be swift. It is all part of the plan.
As the people in israel are dying of flames and gas and explosions, the propagandists here in the USofA will be parroting the ‘official line’, as promulgated by Wolf and Other Blitzers, that the ‘poor oppressed jews are being slaughtered by the hundreds of thousands and WE need to act now! The propaganda machine of the TPTB will of course have built up the hate and suspicion language around Iran for months prior to the actual attack. They will have used subliminal messages, repetitious themes endlessly repeated, and carefully crafted word imagery to get YOU ready to respond to their cry to ‘help save poor israel’.
The mental pathways prepared by the press minions of ThePowersThatBe will be most intense here in the USofA as we are the pin that holds the whole war machine together. As the mind controlled residents of the USofA rise to go work for their hidden slave masters on November 8th, they will be greeted with images of a world gone mad. That is until they turn on the sound, and tune into the messages of ThePowersThatBe pouring out from the prisoner press on mainstream media. Wolf and the Other Blitzers will weep on the screen accompanied by images of the horror of the poor israeli innocents unjustly killed by the evil-doers for no good reason at all. The propagandists will wail and cry, and bring your favorite celebrities to also wail and cry “poor israel, oh poor israel, done so low for merely launching a nuclear attack against Iran”….and other ‘woe to us poor zionists” language that is exactly calculated to support the rallying stance from the ‘leaders’ of the USofA as they shout “rise up christians, and go to battle to avenge the poor sacrificed israel”. Then they will cite individual lives within the millions of dead and soon to die merely for launching a nuclear attack against Iran, and cry ‘foul evil doers must be stopped’. Wolf and the Other Blitzers will confer with earnest and thoughtful criminals from congress, pedophiles from the vatican, cabalists from the CFR (council on foreign relations) and other parts of the control structure, who will all play their scripted part in releasing the triggers for prepared pathways in your mind.
The flaming eyes intensity of the Other Blitzers at the official channel of the opposition, Fox, will ratchet up several notches as the news readers begin to feel the blood engorging their pindars in anticipation of the beautiful horrors awaiting their lust for death and religious confrontation. Their shining eyes will seem to seek out viewers through the 1080 HD screens as they too shout the rallying cry of ‘rise up evangelical and fundamentalist christians! Rise up! Killing time is here! Be ready to die for our beloved israel!’
The reptilian ‘leaders’ of the americans, both visible and hidden, will also be tugging on their rigid penises, eyes and hearts flashing hot, and dense, as they too anticipate the sacrifice of israel and the coming orgy of blood. Their eyes blink rapidly, their jaws clench in rhythmic spasms as their tongues dart between quivering lips. They can already taste the coming ‘feeding’ upon humanity, and it smells good to their darting tongues even as it is brought so faintly on the future winds drifting into the now.
World War 3 is here. The aware observer sees the evidence as Wolf and the Other Blitzers carefully seed the linguistics of the propaganda channels here in the reptile owned anglo-american empire. They plant these seeds on orders of their masters such that we will all respond appropriately at the appointed time to act out our part in planned grand death ritual, World War 3.
World War 3 is here. The reptiles are even now planning the details of your death in their ritual sacrifice and feeding frenzy. Deny it, or accept it, your choice. A terrible choice, either way, with repercussions long lasting, and dread. A terrible choice, to acknowledge that omnihumanity is marching along to obediently yet-again to orders that will result in the deaths of billions in very short order, or to deny that such a possibility exists, to put to rest all the nagging worries that something is decidedly wrong, and to surrender to the mind-control, fully supporting the version of reality fostered on you by your ‘betters’.
A terrible choice, to own your position as one of very few aware and thus a member of the ‘insane conspiracy theory fringe’, or one of the masses, fully swallowing the lies and hoping that ‘this time is different’.
So, you are here now, watch Wolf and the Other Blitzers over the coming months noting their use of language and war symbols. Note who they speak with, and whom is ignored. See what subjects are brought up how often, and especially watch for what is not shown. Follow with conscious awareness as they attempt to lead your mind to death in their ritual wars. The aware observer will grasp the language changes over these coming months as they begin to introduce the plan to the unprotected minds of humans all around you. The new War Season starts May 6th….stay tuned.
As Wolf and the Other Blitzers’ slogans say, ‘watch, then decide’. It is, after all, their lies, and your terrible choice.

clif high

I'm Guru Turu TunotSomuch*

Grasshoppers listen up, junior grade in training guru's should be looked upon with a smile. They are enthusiastic and caring they just can't land there flying carpets yet. Ah

Heyoka h/t Dublin Mick

Aboriginal 

Native American Lakota Honoring Song

War, the battle for lightness of being is a purpose, and since I read Red Elk-Thanks Mick, and know who I am, that equates to peace, the price is dear, the first war is with ourselves. Forget about the second for it is outside of us, the first is all there is. We are free, can you dig it, humanity, we are free.







*Disclaimer-My wisdom such as it is could fit on the business end of a pin

Fuck the Right, Da Left, Da Middle While I Fiddle

We live in a land of fools
Really no more than that
Gorging on their handlers shit
Fatted nipples hard with lust
Grease covered lips
And K wide asses

Riven by the monsters thrusts

While we in wide eyed awe
Listen to Pete Seegers's saw
That is shit
This is shinola
Eh Hoser

This is two beings in
Concert
My only defense

Against monsters

Experiments

Mi Casa Collage Es Su Casa Viva Vida

Experimenting with photography from a cellphone.

I can almost get it, Monet
I see like this would make a
Smile, that one as I
Would laugh

Laugh Oalilljaa

Or practice, a Russian derivative of A French(? yo no se) word, in this case not in The pejorative, Dofenism,
A Russian way of seeing h/t Dmitri Orlov
Loosely translated
"I don't give a rats ass"
Laugh with your partners in crime
Lights on wax out
JesusMaryandJoseph
An 'nd Inanna Aton
'Ave a laugh

Artwork Done By My Friend Penelope

I am liable to write or do anything on this blog. Part of the intent is to show what others are doing and share some of my friends art and endeavors.

Da Boss Man Zeq

Zeq looks like an innocent little cat, well, don't be fooled. He hides in the canebrakes stalking his arch nemesis a cat known in these here parts as Bunny. The battles are fierce but the wounds are few, you'd think the world had ended, for the whine and pewl. Would you believe that reddish egg is all that is left of Mr. Negative Zeq all squishcombobulated.

Turbulence Spring Sky

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear."                                ---Mark Twain

I Love to take pictures in the negative, the results are almost mystical
Colors and shapes and sounds 
My world bound never
I play my guitar looking
For vibration resonance
the spectrum of all things.

There is an Avatar In Here You Have But To Look

Was way down in the black, and started laughing, all twisted up purchasing what they had to sell to make this world a living hell. They had me fooled, people can't really be that bad I thought. The rent was free to them not me, my mind was full of others space. Jesus that's a crazy  giving  away, obliterating the beautiful me.

High Desert

Two Moon

Some Of The Things That Happen Or Serendipotic Magic

The ghost in the guitar
beautiful gato
Beautiful music
Vibration in circles.
All things













A sunny fall day
full of smoke
I walked.