It's All One

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2011-09-21T12:12:00.000-07:00

Is there anyone traveling through here that can tell me how to repair this blog. I have been all over the place looking for the right info and haven;t found it. This is better than free wordpress I think.
So if someone has a tip..great. I cannot edit my sidebar. I have no gadget. So everything looks wrong.
many thanks
Burnie

New Blog

2011-09-20T12:06:00.000-07:00

New blog is here
http://maxbunko.wordpress.com/

The Sacred Awaits All In Out

2011-09-20T02:26:00.000-07:00

These do tell a story tell it to yourself.

A dream

2011-09-12T15:03:00.000-07:00

Immobilization was begun
Frozen in the air
by the ice queen
In this dream he has
It started early
two or three
thunder rolled him from his bed

they strapped him in
he couldn't fall
added that to terror all
thunder was thunder
thunder was voiced
in drunken slander
he feared the most
so what of this boy to man
so what of this theft
of childhood ends
so what of this boy to man
who carries this boy
and heals his wounds
the ice queen carries on
the other long is gone
this boy to man still carries
the boy so deeply wounded
protecting him
his shield inviolate

The bottom photograph is a water color by Jonah, my son. Manipulated and magicked digitally. Little fingers of ones and zeroes on the hand not on the hand. what would what would(digital stick) analogically manipulated fingers do? wave like a jelly fish tendril in the vicissitudes of oceans magically transforming in circular fashion as opposed to the grossness of the digital finger? Yes I don't or Leonardo Da Vinci not De Caprio..

911 Really Bad Magick

2011-09-11T15:11:00.000-07:00

22hr niner eleben misdirection, illusion that was so bad it would make any run of the mill magiker sick

My condolences to those who lost loved ones

My condolences to the firefighters families

My condolences for all who still suffer psychological wounds

My condolences to americans who bought the story...pt barnum boys

My condolences to humanity for our bad behavior

My ~~condolences~~ to the architects who brought Them down "The Architects of Destruction" drum roll moishe..hit it and quit it. The quote about the ~~zionsarchons~~, (Twinthings) a title tittle jot somewhere in the ozone.

My condolences to all of us who must suffer the ass thrust in ours, the purveyors of death, ugly little

zionistarchonicorgasmatronicmechanistic
ultraexcrimentitiousflatulentisticnouveauticdraconset/jehovian skin bird shapeshifters. Always the copy never the thing.

Wanna be's cowards
Don't fear them
Knife them with
The blade
Not sade
Love
Real things
Poison
To
Them

Comments;
We are at war. But you already know that, right? For our very filet de sole souls. This is a war zone, this Earth. We fight within for our humanity. What they don't like, what they don't have, our creative force, compassion. and our love. What they want is the complete destruction of ourselves, it is what they feed on. Look around, you see their works...two thousand flushes toilet bowl cleaner.
Don't feed them............or their tongues will turn blue.

OBL was not the perp made out to be. Unless he liked to nosh blintzes.

Jesus had nothing to do with jehovah "the" duplicitous, or maybe he did, I'll get back to you on that. How come they always have those names with
"The" in them.
Dispel me of this dream, be open to lying, hold nothing sacrosanct, toast it. this is how it's seen.

The derivatives of this paean triumvirate, christo-judaic-islamic faith all fight forevermore...Is that god's work, same god, three enemies? of each other?...don't buy it. This war god is a phony construct of something no one sees ya next ~~Sunday~~, Saturnsday. Al Zed, Zorro Blade, Rolaid.

Sometimes you think that one should never say what's truly on the mind. The others wouldn't like it. Why put yourself behind the bars of iron constructed by the self. You will never be your dream with a tag around your neck that says for sale to any of the drek. Drek, another word whose sound implies its meaning, like askew.

Thank the stars and god be he or she for all the suffering, no really?. It leads us on and lights the way. But I'd like to smash someones head with the flashlight.

The world is flat and women are witches. I'll have flat bread and witches to go please sir.

The wild Colleen of my dream is Sarah. She exists within so she must without.

Dispelled, the false name

2011-09-08T01:13:00.000-07:00

We who know so very little.
Walk forward into death
Our ignorance turns us
*Sdrawkcab     jewish gematria 1091 antichrist pedophile rapists 1+0+9+1=11 and 911

11-ACDC
2-AA (american airlines?) 423..the epic of gilgamesh, a harbinger of doom. 4+2+3=9
9-ah, ha, dad. Then back to AA flight 11 twins opposing....far it goes, this illusion.

911 be from the devil, go to the mattresses, devil's sheol, keep the terrorist faith
Twins opposing 1505 1+5+0+5=11 and 511, Zodiac wheel, 7 trumpets, sharia law terror, I'm not dead, just floating, jew, tinfoil hats protect against mind control...........................................

511 mary, saturn, and the one who feared god, till the end of time, the madi shall cook in hell, the message of hate, the butcher he is heartless, behind the sun, the shining one is a, already,..the golden salamander
7-2 bad, dc......
mimicry in all these numbers. They show their face in shade deep shade.
Mi I eye, mi I eye cry.

The past that is death now gone.
Turn again into the sun
Still knowing little start to run

Never mind the moment
Where it's ALL going down
We walk
Into
The sun............330- dark red apple, perfect man, self admirer, solomon, bull bear..
Blind

                        Thanks for.... inspiration to play in word & thoughts.
                         H/t CR and AR

*The above numerical gematria is done by one(me) who is not very knowledgeable, a first effort at flying..I didn't get very far yet. Not sure I want to get far, more like proficient.

That which we cannot see is still to be...Don't buy the con do minimum

Laughing dispels ill winds
Sail on

This base or alqaida
base in, base out base=162..jewish gematria
162=black on black
islamic filmmaking
eggshell
heh heh told us sold us...a story

you bought it

illusion
for want of name
goes by many others
fierce not tame
invented inverted
by alphabet soup
and anagrams
rote rr-reaching but appropos
brainwashed by 60 hz in modulation of frequency and very bad taste, base..not feng shui
terror within
without
created in spiritual malaise
bad vibrations oooo oooo oooo

slam shut the rose
or be held in pose
for the ritual hose
lobotomized
or sodomized
or both

as it is above so it is below
as it is inside so it is outside
shine in shine out
diminished inside diminished outside
closed in closed out
opened inside opened outside

Don't buy in
unless you like shiite
It's not much of a meal
but millions thrive
lie in it
die in it

this cycle of time will someday end
swimming in stars we will be then
those who on this earth do dwell
wont remember our time in hell

as bad as it may seem to be
in the personal we have a choice
inside you fly in darkness
grab hold fast and strong
wrest that ill
bring it forth
for lights dispelling
in courage face the dawn
that dark no longer held
its power ever gone

This base alqaida
for want of name
above we fly
free at last to die

What have we come to. Look deep inside yourself, how could you do this. Our humanity is all we have. To lose that you lose everything. I ask again what have we come to. It is you and I who must decide the price of our souls. It is you and I before we close our eyes who know what we have done. Bur then it might depend on what god you choose to give obeisance to, and what you fill your mind with. The war god is extant pitting one against the other. While another waits to see and love when you awaken.The serpent seen in ayahuasca dreams is Gaia/Sophia caressing you. Her wisdom innate to your soul. There to receive.

http://illuminatusobservor.blogspot.com/
And Alex
http://celticrebel.wordpress.com/
For the continuing education

Kali

2011-09-02T15:15:00.000-07:00

Shiva to Kali. Mescalito showed him.. Appeared in the air sitting on a carpet and asked him if he wanted to fly.
Being unwise, a frightened soul, he said no. That act of has forever haunted. He would go now. Is it not true the universe loves courage.

ahora
sueno de la paz

I am depraved, I like wicked smart, wicked woman. Yea, I see what she is holding but it's not mine heh.

The Snake Sophia... My Ride
To the other place

Sitting Here (Wishing) Ha! To Change, So I Will

2011-09-01T23:22:00.000-07:00

Sadly
yes?
Do you know what wetiko means
No sadly I don't
Psychopath
Oh
Do they eat much?
Every motherfucking thing
Where are they
Everywhere
What do you do about it
Evidently nothing
That's sad sadly
Not to worry
Why sadly
Sophia/Gaia is wakening
Is that good
Yes gladly
Oh

The point..we are approaching is the night of Kali and she will rip them to shreds because they think they can approach her but you never approach Kali on that dark night.

Think of it as sympathetic vibrations like a group of disparate women coming together and synching their menstrual cycles. We are way out of phase, unstable..monsters think they have a lock on our souls. What do they know about anything to do with creation, something they themselves cannot possess. They are fools who have already been defeated they just haven't gotten the message yet.

Just thinking in type h/t Bholanth

Repost..Sophia written by the masculine about the feminine. Some Ignorance dispalyed.

2011-09-01T13:04:00.000-07:00

cooked the goose w'it alls yer black n bood

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

cleansed 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
cross starfields risen
yer opened souls magik'd
by Goddess Sophia
dreamin o' ta first time

In the world or out and about in the land of fools

2011-08-28T16:26:00.000-07:00

Our mother earth is bountiful in her blessing and fierce in her wrath.

I just woke up, am I still on Earth?
Yea, must still be asleep
I thought I was In Brazil
With a Beautiful woman
And the world was a joy
Stay away you American fools
indoctrinated
mindless and empty
Keep eating the swill
Dished by faeries
No not nice ones
I might add
They're your dad.dy
Tell ya what to think
Tell ya what to do
Tell ya what you are
That you're not

Perry Uni Man
What I fear is my words
can't make him
dance away
or bestow on him humanity
Why?
because he is a ken doll
doing darkness's bidding
stuck on the dance floor
with his best man
while barbies in the bedroom
waiting

A Matriarchal society might be better
than a culture of death
by design.
patriarchs are born killers
They drive their knives
through us
heart by heart.

Sarah
I
who stands alone
Miss your nurture and your care
Your wisdom and your subtle ways
Changed men’s hearts
Softened them.
Your parts a joy
Secreted wantonness
Life's gift to life

If truth be known you're very brave
To my grave this knowledge carried
In the hour of that death
Your sweet breath
Will light my face
And I will join the human race
I love you
Sarah

h/t Celtic Rebel and Dennis Fetcho The Illuminatus Observer for the introduction to Plutarch and various other gems

OUROBOROS UNWOUND

2011-08-12T20:55:00.000-07:00

The demiurge told Eve to not eat of the tree of knowledge. The snake said eat so who is satan.
This small g god is symbolic of all religions who speak his name, where in the beginning all with knowledge were killed and the world became flat and dark. Books and whole libraries were destroyed, or hidden in fetid recesses never to see the light of day. It is no surprise, knowledge is power, dangerous, they would lose control. It has been so and is so now. It and we would be so beautiful in this knowledge, our world a different place. We are kept in fear and ignorance when we could be wise and fearless....just a thought from one insignificant being.

Fukushima

2011-08-12T12:39:00.000-07:00

Grant me courage
And grace
Wisdom and kindness
Anger and turmoil
A waste of a life
Never lived
Opened
Stabbed in the heart
It's only a wound
No reason to hide
Come out with you
It's a beautiful day in the sun

I am calling you
Sophia

Is this (a) depression

2011-08-04T01:48:00.000-07:00

Metal Man Will Fix It

Is this (a) depression
I’d be guessing
Bad politics, bad people, willful bad judgement, is just a part
Of what’s been, what's coming
We will soon be ruled by weak minds, with iron fist
Laugh if you want
They are arresting children’s lemonade stands
Stolen all your money
Torture the helpless in foreign lands
How long before that is your land, your home
Yea this is (a) depression

My Rocket Ship Awaits

On the other hand
I made a beautiful walking stick today
Uncoiled Ouroboros
I walk the artists way
Knowing someday
The bastards day will be an end
Vedic way
Satya say

Manzanita Heaven

Unknown

2011-08-01T15:24:00.000-07:00

They were just kids
Like my kids
Living in joy
Time was slow and rich
I remember

I don't think many are aware of the true nature of our existance
Hardly I.
Born out of place and time?
Shoes too big
Hat too small.
Even then I sees a bit
Light for my immersion

Seven Yards

2011-07-30T14:28:00.000-07:00

Low men in yellow coats are afoot h/t Steven King

It is all so illusory, meant to scare you. You've seen it before. You know it. Justifiable fear. Stared at the knife, the wheel of a car whizzing past your head. Filled an inside straight and had the love of your life. Maybe your luck will hold a while longer.......You'll be back either way.

Sitting up, paying attention to every word.

A game to them
A life to most
Pity

Oh dear, here comes the Red Queen Marie
With talk of a soiree
How exciting
Take me away from this tiresome day
Feed them cake and let them play

Kachina

2011-07-12T20:58:00.000-07:00

Your Friendly Neighborhood Market Or Do You Really Want That Fish

2011-07-12T15:22:00.000-07:00

Update status report to first letter found at bottom of post.

This is old news that keeps on giving.
We have lately been apprised of other disasters to the human spirit. It seems we are destroying ourselves at an exponentially rapid pace, George Carlin is gone, along with Bill Hicks, Richard Prior, Frank Zappa, but the mean ones keep on ticking I am working feverishly to remedy this with my own model 1111seer Super Sucker... those guys at Ajax have really dropped the ball I can tell you...it detects those with no conscience and various other required add ons and installs a valve that injects empathy and other requisites of humanity at large. Right now I am having a problem with shock to the system as they are not apparently ready for such gifts. It is kind of like throwing water on the wicked witch.....we continue our research in the face of overwhelming odds ever more positive to the inverse negative, leading hopefully to a ancient vedic epoch, the Satya Yuga, spoken of in many cultures. There might also be a scientific cosmology at work here for the literal minded materialists from Walter Cruttenden.
I digress.
Maybe a dose of their own medicine BZ would be efficacious.
Sinseerly,
Chronic B Malcontent
CEO
No Way Out Inc., LLC.

As an added note that fish will be old news and rather unpleasant to Aquarians.

And this courtesy of Pat and Pam http://troutclancampfire.blogspot.com/
Baby elephants

http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2010/11/10/activist-lab-tests-show-dangerously-toxic-substances-present-gulf-shrimp/

Dear Sir,
What is the use eh? I ordered this months ago.Your Ajax Super Sucker Model 1111 has not been received as yet, and we are in dire straits. We need that big boom sucker to place on various and sundry corporate heads to suck up all the hazardous waste. I am running out of hazmat suits, the situation is getting out of hand and quite frankly I am perturbed. They keep insisting that they are human beings, and are becoming increasingly delusional. Please, I beg you sir, have you no humanity.
Languishing In Tears
Chronic B Malcontent
CEO
No Way Out Inc., LLC
Your one stop problem solver.

Apology

2011-07-09T16:16:00.000-07:00

First and foremost I would like to apologize to anyone who cares. It started out that I had no computer and led me to trying to figure everything out, how arrogant and delusional is that, though it doesn't stop me from trying. So I stopped communicating with anyone outside my family. My small world is filled with love and that is what I hang my hat on.

Then you dive back in to this.
Here is an example of what goes on in our constructed reality http://www.huffingtonpost.com/
The headline reads "People are more scared of Americans than the Taliban". The headline will have changed by the time you read these words but it does not change the direction the headline implies, except for the fact that this is not unique to America, it is worldwide. There are thousands of these headlines all meant to scare the crap out of us or divide us across the world. There is no reason to live in fear and stress and call it living, pumped up with adrenaline that stays in your body doing damage for three weeks at a clip. Although I would be lying if I said I never experience it.
This does not mean that there is no validity to the emotion of fear. It is a survival mechanism hardwired in our brain. Unfortunately we are bombarded purposefully with fear inducing rhetoric that has nothing to do with survival 24/7/365 and it is killing us.

Our World is run by psychopaths and their enablers, sycophants, and proto psychopaths. You all have been written about Wetiko, Wetiko/psychopath (I suppose that's a big duh). Here is a link that goes into some depth at explicating this. That this is a huge problem is understating the facts. We have many (problems) but it they would be greatly mitigated by the absence of this aberrant personality trait.
http://www.cassiopaea.org/cass/political_ponerology_lobaczewski.htm

Another thing.
Real science is marginalized by its own agenda of peer review, and its materialistic viewpoint..where Consciousness and subtle energy have no place at the table, and is, as such, threatened by anything outside the box of accepted knowledge. Our world would truly be richer if this were not so.
Here is an interesting interview with Paul LaViolette that opens many possibilities
http://starburstfound.org/red-ice-radio-interview/

Here is an article about origins that I ran across.
http://www.sott.net/articles/show/227222-The-Golden-Age-Psychopathy-and-the-Sixth-Extinction

Or This with Micheal Cremo
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2895087993533041198

You all are most likely way ahead of me and this is old news, if not, dive in it is fascinating.

I am making walking sticks..not good pictures but you can see what I am doing.
It seems that creation starts to flow whenever you jump in that river, your mind filled with a constant input of one thing after another. It is also a mystifying experience being driven by who knows what. We all have this creative spark, even those who think they don't. In some it reaches the level of true genius. It manifests uniquely in all of us and is something that separates us from the Wetiko as they do not possess this gift.
Spirit

I live near the mula chakra of the earth http://www.crossroads.wild.net.au/base.htm

I plan on spending some time there. If any of you are traveling through that area I have plenty of room for a respite on your journey. Email maxbunko at gmail dot com

There is nothing softer and weaker than water,

And yet there is nothing better for attacking hard and strong things. Lao Tzu

More links
http://www.cassiopaea.com/cassiopaea/psychopath.htm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBo24sIPCOM&feature=related
http://www.metahistory.org/
http://montalk.net/
http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sociopolitica/externalisation/contents.html
I'll add more as I find them

Thanks
Burnie

It's Three Hours Past Midnite And This Is For Su

2011-04-18T02:45:00.000-07:00

I Fell

2011-04-17T14:47:00.000-07:00

Goya
Saturn Devouring one of his Children.

She says it so nicely

If we knew when we were born
The tortured path would be forlorn
Monsters cook your breakfast meal
And when your bad
They beat you still
With words or fists it matters not
It's what you got.

The sentence is for life
So banal, and hard the strife
The pain is more than be endured
This hell in all that's seen
They say it's what you make it
My personal thought is that
They lie
Rather best to die
Or in this dwell
But then you think they'll beat me still
In heaven or in hell.

I see the path more clearly now
That hate, the anger
No longer bow
In good spirit bequeath
Its opposing, feather light
'neath that I lie
In blue I sing.....still working on it.

blue

Ongoing Experiment

2011-04-13T14:24:00.000-07:00

Why is Hippie viewed as a pejorative
By definition
Or volition
I'm bad

Smokie, The Story Of My Grandfathers Cat.

2011-02-28T18:22:00.000-08:00

This is Smokey and I remember him I couldn't have been more than six years old

This story is from a book by a man named John T. Nevill. It is called Wanderings, Sketches of Northern Michigan, Yesterday and Today. He was a friend of my father, and was told the story Of Smokie and his dad, by his son, my father. I remember Smokie vaguely, when I was very young. This story embodies everything I love about animals and thought that I should post it in this present world so here goes.

Smokie The Cat

A man and his dog somehow fit together, like Damon and Pythias, or ham and eggs, or pork and beans; but a yarn about a man and a cat is--well listen:

My friend, Edward M. (Bud) Metzen, of Detroit, who hunted birds, bears and bucks as a member of the Maple Ridge Hunt Club of Hulbert, Michigan, tells the story--and Bud should know all about it. You see, it was Bud's father, The late E.B. Metzen, Detroit contractor, who was the cat's master. The cat was a huge, black Persian named Smokie, and Smokie was a cat who traveled twice around the world, who chased dogs (instead of vice versa), who once tackled a bear, and who openly grieved while separated from his doting master.

"Smokie first came into dad's life on a bleak winter day in 1942" Bud Metzen began. "At the time, Dad was in the Coast Guard, and was renting a house on U.S.2 just outside Sault Ste. Marie. During a quiet moment, sandwiched between howls of a blizzard, Dad heard a faint meow at the back door. He opened the door, and there stood Smokie-shivering in the near zero temperature, and looking into Dad's face with an irresistible "please-may-I-come-in" expression.

"Dad was a dog lover all his life; he had never given any cat a second glance. But beneath the hard shell he may have presented to other human beings, he had a kind heart. So he stood in the doorway a moment thinking the situation over. Most cats wouldn't have been tactful enough to ask to come in; as quickly as they could, they would have darted in........to ask permission later, if at all. But Smokie didn't attempt that--and it's good that he didn't; he may have been booted out right at the start. It was his tact that helped sell Dad.

"Smokie was just a little tyke then--about two months old. His ribs, corrugating his shiny black sides, showed foraging in the woods hadn't been paying off too well. Moreover, the blizzard screaming through the tangled trees was none too friendly to man or beast; and tiny tracks in the snow, leading straight as a ruled line from the woods to Dad's back door, were proof enough that Smokie had found the going just too tough.

"So Dad bent down, picked up Smokie, and carried him into the warm house. A bowl of milk and a handful of hamburg would help, too, after which there would be time enough to think about finding the friendless kitten a good home. Of course, Dad didn't realize it at the time, but Smokie did: Smokie already had found a good home."

And that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship--a close and touching association between man and cat which lasted until Mr. Metzen's death in 1948. Smokie himself, grieving unbelievably, didn't last long thereafter. He died the very same summer.

Smokie, Bud Metzen said, remained close to E.B. Metzen for six long troublesome years. He seemed to idolize Metzen with all the affection an animal can bestow upon a man--and for a man who never cared for cats, E.B. always managed to keep a warm spot in his heart for Smokie.. And many's the time Bud Metzen went on, when the two of them were alone in E.B.'s cabin aboard ship, Smokie sat on Metzen's lap purring happily, and stroking E.B.'s face with his paw.

"On one occasion," Bud said, "Dad couldn't take Smokie along on his vessel, so the cat was boarded out in a veterinary hospital. But long before Dad's return, the vet telephoned us asking us to come pick up Smokie before the cat starved to death.. My sister had to go buy the vet's place, pick Smokie up and bring him home with us. For days he had lain in his cage sulking. He simply refused to eat for any stranger.

In spite of his early training, fending for himself in the woods, Smokie was gentle and well behaved. He'd come a-runninjg when whistled for, and E.B. Metzen always claimed the cat was a good retriever, He proved this unusual ability once by bringing his master a live bird, carrying the tiny feathered creature in his mouth very tenderly. The bird, frightened but completely unharmed, was placed proudly at Mr. Metzen's feet.

But Smokie didn't like dogs, although, unlike most of his kind, he wasn't afraid of them. On the contrary, he frequently turned things wrong-end to by chasing dogs!

"Once when Dad became executive officer of a troop transport," Bud Metzen continued, "he asked permission of the Captain to bring Smokie aboard with him. The Captain said it was okay with him, but explained that he [the skipper] had a large dog aboard who had no use for cats, and probably would make life aboard that ship fairly miserable for Smokie. Dad then felt it good business to do some explaining himself. He explained that Smokie had little use for dogs either, and could take care of himself around them.

But, as might be expected when cat and dog meet, there was trouble. Just as the Captain had predicted, the skippers dog declared war on Smokie instantly. Smokie dodged the dog's initial charge, then, when the dog wheeled and charge again, Smokie neatly leaped aboard the dog's back. There followed a long exciting ride around the ship's decks, astride the Captain's dog, which by then was a badly scared animal. Because the dog belonged to Dad's superior officer, the incident was a bit embarrassing. But it settled the trouble for all time; the skippers dog never again attempted to molest Smokie."

Smokie proved to be a good sailor. He loved to travel--via any method at all, but he was particularly fond of sailing. He completely circled the globe twice aboard ship, and on one occasion, when first crossing the equator, he underwent the usual equatorial ritual by being doused in a tank of water. He never quite forgave the sailor who did the tossing.

If Smokie harbored fear of any other animal, he kept it to himself. He was particularly valiant, perhaps a bit jealous, when other animals hove too close to his master. Once, while Mr. Metzen and Smokie were crossing the States by automobile, Metzen stopped in a national park to watch bears cavorting before a dozen or more spectators. One of the big bruins, obviously looking for a handout, ventured too close to E.B. Like a bolt of lightening, Smokie charge at the Gargantuan intruder, leaped aboard his back, and put the startled bear to flight. Animals simply didn't exist that could scare the intrepid ship's cat.

But Smokie did have one fer. He dreaded the noise of man-made battle, and each time E.B.'s vessel became involved in a shooting war, he climbed into E.B.'s dresser and hid in a drawer, under the masters clean shirts. Even to Smokie, there seemed to be something senseless, shameful; and fearsome about a man-made shooting war.

When the shooting war was finally ended and E.B. brought Smokie home to a peacetime existence, Smokie was extremely happy. He remained that way, until that awful day in 1948 when E.B. went away, to remain away forever. Smokie moped about the Metzen home, refusing to eat and getting thinner day after day. He missed his master tremendously, and he sensed something was wrong. But he never gave up hope, never stopped looking for him. Finally, Smokie could stand his loneliness no longer. One day, while he lay on the floor near the big chair in which his master had often sat, a long sigh slipped from his lips, he never sighed again.

"It is probably silly of me," Bud concluded," "but I like to believe that at that very moment, Smokie took the trail which ultimately would lead him to a reunion with Dad. I know that would make Smokie happy--and it would make Dad Happy too."

And just one thing more, before the story's ended: Following Smokie's death, E.B. Metzen's widow (Bud's mother) had a veterinary perform an autopsy on the grief-stricken cat. The vet reported in all seriousness that Smokie died from a broken heart.

I don't want to take anything away from this story but I would add that my cat arrived in my life at an adoption fair. He was in a cage, this beautiful cat. I can only conclude that he was waiting for me. He comes on a whistle, follows me like a dog would, and occasionally strokes my cheek with his paw. Synchronicity is.

Insignificant We Persist Undefeated

2011-02-24T16:44:00.000-08:00

It is the dwelling in negativity that destroys.
There are others much more perceptive than I that explicate the situation with great eloquence. My time is occupied by many things and I think it better if I just do what comes to me and post it. This is a dance. The monsters are the monsters, I see them, I know what they do. What more do I need to know about them, said without arrogance but knowledge of power taken by anger.. My contempt is in working order but it's not the ruler of my heart. Intent is magical, not in a magical thinking sort of way but true magic. On this we act and succeed even in failure..

Cloud Moon

2011-02-22T00:14:00.000-08:00

The Dragon danced as it
Entwined the moon.

I am approaching from the south

Experiment

2011-02-21T23:30:00.000-08:00

If one does not hang it out
What happens when your heart stops
To all that woulda shoulda coulda

Pompous Pontificating Pixelated Politicians Come With Wings

2011-02-19T20:45:00.000-08:00

Fitting I thought

Genus Volucris Politicinus

Rock On Cream Get In My Big Black Car

Ancient History

Three Cool Cats Two Blue Brass Birds

2011-02-19T19:35:00.000-08:00

Colors On A Cold Day

2011-02-19T14:34:00.000-08:00

Black Glass

Black Ice

Pane

Comet Moon

http://dublinmick.wordpress.com/

2011-02-16T14:36:00.000-08:00

Go there and read latest post.

Buddy & Jimi

2011-02-15T04:47:00.000-08:00

Straight

2011-02-15T04:12:00.000-08:00

Tweaks

2011-02-13T14:04:00.000-08:00

Window Pane

2011-02-07T02:24:00.000-08:00

More coming...cascades
Said the Marquis De Sade
Dali sallied
In empty desert skies
and melted tocks
I was in the pawnshop
Givin' up the axe
A man walked by in iridescent slacks and
What would you do
I grabbed my axe and sidled by the man with the slacks. He said cool man I know a place where they rock the human race. I looked at his face, saw who it was. I knew his name the only one, John Coltrane looking through the window pane. Music, color, sound, sweet as honey.... Amped, electric. The flash of all that made the walls breathe crackling air.

The wallwasthefloorwastheceilingwasthewall, it dawned that finding the bathroom was going to be an insurmountable difficulty. An epic adventure on feet that were gigantic translucent monsters in deep disguise.

Joanie came by to see if I needed more, said she was going to the store. Yea right, like they have this shit at wal mart heh heh, she was fucking with me. I humored her, that's what you do with a ten foot Amazonian as drawn by what's his face, and how the hell did I know maybe they did have some at wal mart.

Me and Trane had a gig along with Monk and Charles. All that while trying to figure what I was, came to me blinding fast, all I saw I was, all we am I am. Fine infinite journey this is.

I finally made it to the bathroom by following the sound of a recently flushed fish who had passed in the night after life long and bright. I didn't figure on the reverse to my forward being another unfathomable mystery. Lost in the loo, a helpless case. I held a funeral for the belatedly bright flushed fish.

Joanie appeared like magic, towering, a smile on her lips she extended her hand. Rescued again from the jaws of my monstrously large ugly green feet which had transmogrified into roach killing Cuban heels. We were going dancing at Marika's rico y suave. Me, on guitar, and the rest of the guys set it up and turned it loose. Danced til dawn, the rise of the wolfbane filling the window pane, laughing I closed my eyes....................not the last these words that bore filling up my noggin more.

Alliteration, and Antipodes of Art and Assholes

2011-01-19T12:54:00.000-08:00

I am here still said the moon to the man
a mysterious plan
is afoot
so please take a look
I changed shape and shook
...the water you see
all around you

it is ever so good
to have in the hood
a round boat that floats
to my demise in the sun
son

Music=language
Music=light
Killers bind our ears
And take away our sight
if you think their thoughts
you would be bought
.................and slain

eschew their way
It leads to hell
the one you see on earth
the place you dwell

fuck them one
soul takers all
and welcome to
The ball

In disdain
one abstains
in giving countenance
to the beasts of the world
their cycle is done
You can tell by the din
and the binding of the words
the message is sheer
soft, diaphanous
we will have our life in the Sun.

evil can mount the scales

in weight of lead
only to stand so much
the spring is broken
under substance so dense
rejected like shot from a gun

as everything is one
joined in balance
harmonized by light.

you sleep safe little children
the bright lance protects you
for now and evermore.

We are all going to die anyway
what's the fucking point
Pass the joint.

Daydream

2010-12-11T14:33:00.000-08:00

(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

2010-11-23T11:02:00.000-08:00

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

2010-11-21T04:18:00.000-08:00

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

2010-11-20T12:24:00.000-08:00

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

2010-11-20T11:38:00.000-08:00

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

2010-11-17T19:34:00.000-08:00

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

2010-10-05T16:15:00.000-07:00

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

2010-08-03T12:20:00.000-07:00

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

2010-07-08T13:50:00.000-07:00

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

2010-07-02T12:26:00.000-07:00

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

What Can Happen Or Not

2010-06-30T17:02:00.000-07:00

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*

2010-06-29T22:21:00.000-07:00

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

2010-06-28T17:51:00.000-07:00

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

2010-06-16T04:52:00.000-07:00

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

2010-06-13T13:01:00.000-07:00

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

2010-06-12T11:37:00.000-07:00

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

2010-06-10T16:40:00.000-07:00

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

2010-06-10T13:34:00.000-07:00

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

2010-06-10T04:39:00.000-07:00

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

2010-06-10T04:36:00.000-07:00

Two Moon

2010-06-10T03:55:00.000-07:00

Some Of The Things That Happen Or Serendipotic Magic

2010-06-09T18:08:00.000-07:00

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

A sunny fall day
full of smoke
I walked.

Auspicious

2010-06-09T01:38:00.001-07:00

GoodJujuGoodJujuGoodJuju

Beauty

2010-06-08T13:50:00.000-07:00

Michael Jäger of Stixendorf, Austria, took the picture on June 6th using an 8-inch telescope. The comet's green atmosphere is larger than the planet Jupiter, while the long willowy ion tail stretches more than a million kilometers through space.

One wonders... Did the inhabitants of galaxy NGC 891 duck when Comet McNaught flew past the edge-on spiral on the morning of June 8th? Mike O'Connor and Tristan Dilapo took this picture of the cosmic close encounter from Colden, New York:

Coyote, taken by my friend Tim Breedon with a trip wire camera.

The Local bookstore in Bend, Orgeon, Between The Covers. Halloween, the wolfs call echos off the walls.
Great store.

The State of Palestine

2010-06-05T02:43:00.000-07:00

As a citizen of the United States of America I formally recognize Hama's right to govern as the duly and legally elected government of the state of Palestine. My voice is a legitimate voice of recognition under the constitution of the United States of America. I refuse to recognize any law that impinges on the rights of humanity as free men and woman in any country on earth. We are the population of the world born free and not subject to inhumane or unjust conditions forced upon us by repressive governments. I rescind Israels right to the colonization of a foreign land not their own. Any non compliance with this law will be heard in the Court of the World formed by us it's citizens employed with the gravitas necessary to promulgate a just and fair court for all redress against humanity.

It is imperative to our survival, that we recognize our collective humanity and our connection to all things. We must first look within for that is where it begins, it takes heart to do this, the darkness is intimidating but it must be done, and when done, frees us, our self hate now powerless to manifest in the world. we begin, powerful in our freedom from false selves, and knowledge of our true purpose.

To stand for truth in acknowledgment of free humanity with compassion is worth all.

Citizen's of the world

I Have To Laugh

2010-06-03T20:26:00.000-07:00

More Bad Poetry

2010-06-03T17:08:00.000-07:00

Rubber bands and duck tape
Are all I need
To hold
My life
Together
It worked on my Harley
It worked on my chevy chort bed
Maybe some bailing wire would be nice where steel is needed
For my body falls apart sometimes in various parts strung across the floor
Nails would work, screws too but that would hurt and I don't like pain
It rains now, three days and all the wire is rusting
I'll fall apart again if it doesn't stop
But not to worry there is another bail, another roll another band
In this universe

No Pity, Real Words Black As Night Blazing, Ravings Of Mad Men.

2010-06-03T03:23:00.000-07:00

I am no one, never lived, never loved, never felt, never laughed, never cried, never saw, never heard, never touched, never felt, never smelled, never tasted
Nothing, void.
forever

Declaration of War

2010-06-02T22:50:00.000-07:00

To Those Who Stand However Afraid But Stand Nonetheless, That Is True Courage.

My days on this planet are numbered and few
And I won't take a bullet
For the likes of you
The war that I fight
with all of my might
Is for the brave who speak
For the strong who stand
For those I'll gladly
Lend a hand
Where ever you are
Who ever you are
My brother
My sister
I'll take the blow
And fall

But rise again

Follow no man
They lie with vengeance

The beauty of our earth
Is who we defend
The flight of a bird
The trail of a deer
The smell of gardenias

Black hearts pay it no mind
They shit in the nest
No thought
Without a care

Beauty murdered

Poisons our minds
'til we go quite mad
With that left behind

At the sight of such transgress
Never be silent
Nor acquiesce
Put bullet to brain
Splinter my legs
My spirit not beg
At mercy declined
And you lose
The Yin for the Yang

Motherfuckers.

What She Said

2010-06-02T18:09:00.000-07:00

A message from Cynthia McKinney: People of the U.S. and the world must end Israeli impunity now!

Monday, May 31

Cynthia McKinney, former US congresswoman, the first African American woman to represent Georgia. She had been on a couple of boats attempting to break the siege of Gaza. In one case the Israeli army fired at the boat. In another she and others on the boat were held in an Israeli detention center. The US gov't did nothing to protest this treatment of a former US congresswoman.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cynthia_McKinneyCynthia McKinney Mourns the Dead of the Freedom Flotilla to Gaza:

People of the U.S. and the world must end Israeli impunity now!
I am outraged at Israel's latest criminal act. I mourn with my fellow Free Gaza travelers, the lives that have been lost by Israel's needless, senseless act against unarmed humanitarian activists. But I'm even more outraged that once again, Israel's actions have been aided and abetted by a U.S. political class that has become corrupted beyond belief due to its reliance on Zionist campaign finance and penetration by Zionist zealots for whom no U.S. weapons system is too much for the Israeli war machine, and the silence of the world's onlookers whose hearts have grown cold with indifference.

I recently visited the offices of IHH, the Turkish humanitarian organization that sponsored one of the Freedom Flotilla boats, and that was targeted by the Israelis for its murderous rampage. Reports are still coming in as to the full extent of the senseless Israeli violence. Of course, I expect Israel's apologists in the press and in the United States government to shift into high gear to support Israel's lying machine. Take note of their names. The 12,000 internet squatters/written word grenade throwers, hired by the Israeli Foreign Ministry to defend Israel and attack peace activists online, are already busy spreading their orchestrated disinformation in cyberspace. Be very careful what you read and believe from special interest press and the internet. You could be reading one of Israel's hired hacks. As a news diversion from what Israel has just done, I suspect that we can also expect to see a lot of historical footage of war's atrocities on television: today is Memorial Day in the United States, a day long ago set aside to remember the sacrifices of U.S. war dead.

I encouraged and supported U.S.S. Liberty veteran Joe Meadors's participation in the Freedom Flotilla. Unfortunately, the fate of the U.S.S. Liberty innocents on the high seas, while in international waters, has now been visited upon the participants in the Freedom Flotilla, in large measure because of the Congressional- and Presidential-level cover-up of the 1967 Israeli attack on that U.S. surveillance ship. Combined with the failure of just about every other effort to hold Israel accountable for its crimes against humanity, war crimes, genocide, and crimes against the peace. Belgium and Spain changed their domestic laws of universal jurisdiction after Israeli appeals to do so. The entire musical chairs gang of rotating Israeli leadership are war criminals. During my imprisonment in Israel for attempting to take crayons to the children of Gaza, I called Israel a failed state. If Israel is threatened by unarmed, humanitarian activists to the point of massacring them, then Israel is a failed state. Israel is a failed nuclear state.

Obama's most recent granting of an additional $205 million for Israeli "missile defense" is unconscionable, when in the same week, reports revealed for the first time, Israel's offer of nuclear weapons to apartheid South Africa. Just last week, a paper bearing the signature of former Israeli Prime Minister, Shimon Peres, was released by South Africa, revealing that in 1975, Israel could offer South Africa nuclear weapons "in three sizes." South Africa's then-Minister of Defense, P.W. Botha, was South Africa's signatory to the letter. This information would make the entire Obama Administration look sadly farcical as it points an accusing finger at Iran, except that U.S. obeisance to the Israeli bloodthirst is deadly serious. With deadly outcomes.

Earlier this month, Israel was granted admission to the Organization of Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD), a direct affront to ongoing Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions (BDS) efforts across the world. Once again, Israel has thumbed its nose at the global community--with bloody results--because it can.

I am proud to serve on the Bertrand Russell Tribunal on Palestine. Its next sitting will be in London, where we will examine corporate complicity in Israel's crimes against Palestine. The Tribunal will sit from November 5 - 7. Please put this on your calendar. We all must do what we can, where we are to end wars against the people at home and wars against human rights abroad.

Finally, a friend just sent a message to me saying that the Israelis had lost their minds. Sadly, based on the past, the Israelis could very well conclude that they can do anything--imprison me for trying to take love to the children of Gaza and kill humanitarian activists trying to do the same--because they know, in the end, they'll get away with it. Instead, I would suggest that we are the ones who have lost our minds, our souls, our spirits, and our human dignity if we allow the Israelis to get away with murder--again--and we do nothing.

I am calling on the people of the United States to change course now.

On this Memorial Day 2010, I am stunned and outraged beyond belief while mourning the dead of the Freedom

Distance

2010-03-26T13:13:00.000-07:00

Have you ever contemplated the fact that the internet/ computer doesn't contain distance in its nomenclature. Downright metaphysical. yea? Time in one sense yes, in another, not so much, even more mysterious n'est ce pas. Is thought subliminal or superluminal. I say it is instant, all things are happening at once, and our reality is our reality viewed through our eyes. If my thought is correct then we should be able to change it. The crux of the matter is then, does one have the discipline it takes to do this. More later, I have to think about how to go about this. I'll just say this, I got hit on the head with an insight by the observation of others, I am one negative motherfucker. Guess what? that can be turned into something else, that is one thing. I am talking about an even greater ability but I am not sure how to articulate it. So out for a walk I go, a little obeisance to the green goddesss and my mind goes on a trip through possibilities and multiverses, life is grand when the smoke filled mind is clicking....My discipline is not Calvinistic, he says, laughing, I allow all things to enter here, all possibilities are granted as fact in the infinite.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men. Gang aft agley.....aint it the truth.

As Above So Below

2009-12-29T16:55:00.000-08:00

How to start, I could not sleep last night. I watched an amazing video, it brought me to this, that I am about to write. What a procrastinator, I have done everything I can think of to avoid this process, visited other blogs watched the link for the title of this, for lack of a better word, post. It is really an awakening, I was told to write this, me? One who once believed and then became bitter in disbelief, I would call bullshit, truth is, I really was told to do this. Drop your filters, and read this with child like wonder, suspend the inner censor.

First, this is not about me, it is about us in our time of being awake, finally seeing things as they were, are, and could be. This is so important that I don't really feel adequate, its opposite would be the truer state. In this, the I is not here, it is without ego that these things are written. Another thing that is so very important, this is not about religion. Religion is proselytized dogma that hides our true nature as god's creation and our connection to him throughout time and space with no condition or contract. It has taken the truth and twisted it so it cannot be seen as truth.

Nothing I am writing is in any way an original thought, I am not smart enough to produce one. We are all parts of a greater whole, we swim in the truth, consciousness, so these ideas are shared by all, always there eternally..

The truth of what I say is right before you, and some will not see it, my hope would be that you at least consider it. We live in a very perilous time, and that is as good a place to start as any. We have had war after war, brutality beyond imagination going on for centuries. Starvation, genocide. Our societies are dysfunctional, you cannot have a just society with all the resources controlled at the top of the pyramid. Governments totally corrupt, in thrall to their corporate masters. People all over the world working for starvation wages without hope of anything but a life of toil. In my country the rule of law, and the delicate balance of power of its disparate bodies, or the illusion of it, no longer exists. Our money has been stolen, by those who need more of everything they already have. Inflation? need more money? hey, no problema we have the plates and the printing press, let's print some more. At the same time there are no jobs, or ones whose pay amounts to working poverty. So you might say we have an economic pandemic, a direct result of the actions of those who really control the money, their desire should be obvious. They have been certifiably psychopathic with their economic Three Card Monty, and algorithmic mumbo jumbo. What amazes me is that a lot of this stuff is done in the open light of day and they skate. Think on that alone, it speaks volumes to true intent.

This is a real downer to read I am sure but stay with me, all this is necessary, it is like the set design of a play which sets the atmosphere and is integral to evoking a emotional response with the characters adding life to that emotion.

There is a underlying, but not so subtle clamping down of dissent. Police dressed like modern day gladiators, confronting people with weapons far beyond a any reasonable need, like actors who over act, their response is over the top, like a man dressed in lime green trousers, white bucks, orange herring bone sport coat, maroon tie, and a blue hat with a stingy brim. Only in their case, there is no humor, no spirit, no soul, They are representatives of evil couched in doublespeak, like crowd control, measured response, national security, safety, taser that old lady she's a threat, 90 pounds of mean machine, and yea, on and on to euphemisms like my favorite, collateral damage. What kind of society do we live in that permits such outrage, this just one of thousands. We have weapons you don't even realize exist, check out scalar technology. Biological, nuclear, armament beyond calculation by ordinary men. Psychological weapons, bad drugs foisted on us by a revolving door of former pharma industry execs acting as heads of the FDA, when one term is done another takes his place, H/T to Pete Peterson. The deliberate dumbing down of the population, so their ability to think and reason gets impaired. The relentless rhetoric that is used to instill fear, when people are afraid, they give away their power, thus diminished. We live under the threat of nuclear war with a country deeply misunderstood in the west, the real facts obscured, and mostly absent in what passes for Media, journalistic integrity being for the most part terminal, was there ever such a thing, or is it just another illusion, I'm leaning towards illusion. It all fits a pattern, a matrix that sucks you in and destroys your self-hood, your isness to mint a word. Destroys or corrupts your soul, your connection to others, as you begin to buy the lie and choose living death, without knowing what the buy in costs are at any particular game of chance that you will always lose.

Thought is very powerful, it has great gravitas. When a thought is manifested it is eternal. We create our reality with our minds, and our thoughts define that reality. Say that you were in contact with a group of people who were adepts, magicians, psychics, astrologers, fortune tellers. It would go without saying that some of this group would be charlatans and prevaricators. It would also go without saying that there would be those who genuinely believed in what they were doing. Dispense with the bullshit artists and look at those who believe. The mere act of that belief makes it so in their consciousness, when someone consults them they become symbiotic partners in that interaction, creating their own reality. Just as valid as the one which you perceive, that could be your own manifestation. There is in me an overarching belief that everything is happening at once, everything that could, will, or ever be is now. This is truth. And maybe, from our perspective, more important, the knowledge that everything is connected, in ways beyond the physical laws that validate it. We are connected to the infinite and the eternal source of our creation eternally. We have chosen to be here at this time, all of us, and we have a purpose. That eternal question, what are we and to what purpose. guess what?
There is one, and it involves us all, but first I have to take a detour of sorts.

This time we find ourselves has a very real chance of ending very badly. There is a darkside, as above so below. The macro and the micro have a connection, the word order is meaningless.

What I am trying very hard not to say is we are about to destroy ourselves if we continue down this road chosen by men without souls, monsters in suits and their oh so sore assed minions. They will destroy our earth utterly.
It is very possible one will be left. This is a harsh realization but if you open your eyes it is self evident. We have people with no soul, no conscience, no moral compass, and the overriding belief in their right to decide what is good and what is bad. They have their hands on the most sophisticated weapons extant today. If you think they won't use them, think again. Do you realize that we did not have to drop the atomic bombs on Japan, they were sending out cables in some fashion seeking resolution, peace feelers. The decision was made, I am sure, with various agendas, one being a message to Russia for the obvious historical reasons, another as sinister, would have been that they wanted to see the effect on real targets, another might have been revenge. Probably a percentage were horrified by all this, but the forces of darkness prevailed as they have for lifetimes. So, yes these monsters are perfectly capable of anything. The dogs are awake.

I really do know that all this is hard to swallow, our belief systems are clogged with the detritus of a thousand mile river of half truth, lies and bad juju. But it is the truth and there is a way to take a different road. That is our purpose. If we are to survive we must come to the realization that all is one literally. That we cannot kill anyone ever, deny care to any, feed those who are hungry, deny someones humanity for the color of their skin. It isn't about me, I am us. We must evolve our conscious state. What is done to one is done to all. Stand, and say, no more, and stop your contribution to the madness, seek the light. Not to preach, this I say to myself as well, I am nothing.

We must hold in our hearts the knowledge of our connection with our creator, however you view that, and everything else in this dimension and the ones beyond. Doing this massively will manifest a different reality, one in which the dark road above is no longer on the map, but for the ones who always seek it.. I don't know how to do this except to start here. Some are already on the road riding away from darkness. A lot of my friends are aware and awake. It is possible to start with a very small nucleus and change the macro and I believe we will.
We are extremely powerful and our connection with the Creator, again, read that word in whatever fashion you choose, it is still the one without and within, only enhances that power. We must realize this purpose in our personal and public lives. Don't keep this or it will be taken away.

Adios, remember you don't need anyone's approval to do this, no stinking badges, nothing to buy, nothing to sell. Those who get only a little taste will gain some level of awareness, then that awareness just starts an unstoppable reaction of ever increasing realization of truth, An automatic attractor, its power can't be quantified.

Rough draft.

Dinner

2009-12-29T13:41:00.000-08:00

He sits in splendor
worthless ass kissed
At his front
A table with food for gods
he can see all but sees not
But dark things, rotting
Without care of men or
The cesspool in which they cavort
Unseeing
Mistaken
He swims there
Too
and is in act
The fetid pool
Itself hisself
Who knew
Now you do
What then

Love

2009-12-14T20:53:00.000-08:00

Starlit infinite magnificence

soft kisses rose brushed lips

Music smoked resonance
Thoughts so visceral, full of blood like life
At a thousand miles per hour
As they were
Love never diminished
Only put to sleep where it appears in dream
Bearing gifts so bittersweet
as real as once it was
but taken
always and ever

At the rising of the sun
Give me night
Where love long past is present.

Critics Can Be Verkelmpt

2009-11-16T18:48:00.000-08:00

What is a critic in the arts, a failed painter, writer, movie maker, singer of songs? Who can truly know, but I doubt it is primary, maybe some small part of the soup. Is it the provincial intellect with such a sour vindictive nature he can't but help spread his grand effluence, add another brick to the already extensive pile of bitter reproof. It would seem to be so sometimes. It would also be probable that the critic is truly infused with the love of that he criticizes, along with years of education, osmosis, and experience, his writing sits on solid ground, but, the proverbial but that negates all that precedes it, it is still just his opinion. Then maybe that he has cachet and people look to him for guidance as to what is and what is not, and follow the natural instinct of wanting to be liked, knowing what is read, worn and watched is a part of that gregarious social nature of man. That is a bit of power for one man, to arbitrarily do the roman gladiator thing, the up or down vote..rewrite this...

My question is, why does one have someone tell him what is/makes great art. How can that be, great art in any form was great before someones imprimatur made it so. In fact by the time it is observed it has gone on to a new location on the beach ball of reality, a social version of Heisenberg's Theory of Uncertainty. Art is great beauty, it smells like gardenias, it's shapes seduce us, it's colors caress our eyes, its' sounds, aural ecstasy, your body shivers, its words a universe of thought and fantasy with no physical boundary, no limitation of the possible.

Needs rewrite.

End War

2009-11-14T23:04:00.000-08:00

End warendwarendwarendwarendwarendwarendwarendwarend

I was going to show a movie here but it was too horribly graphic to watch I wouldn't wound you that way, that should be your choice solamente, so this, as very dark comedy, must do, and it does do well.

We must stop doing this to ourselves..can you feel my tears coming out of your eyes.

I wish I knew

2009-11-14T18:43:00.000-08:00

I am holding on to my sanity by a hand already strained with incredible force. Everything that is written here I believe, and don't believe so why would I waste my time with the duality of writing it, it would seem that one does not always benefit from ones own wisdom, and that would be a fool. Maybe it is that I have none, as someone said better thought none than some and be the fool...heads nod in complicit agreement. We are all one thing but my little corner seems slightly askew, I love that word, it is rare, as its meaning and sound seem the same. If you read this article you will get an idea of what can happen to someone. It is not necessarily that I am the spiritual nomad referred to, certainly quite the opposite of a saint, but you can be on this road without knowing where you are and there is no map. Truly lost is what you could say about the situation, traveling at the speed of light to the 7th level of Dante Allighieri's hell is a common theme. Hell must surround you and take you prisoner, no sane man, my polar opposite, would venture there of his own accord. And that is how I arrived. Maybe feeling insane is good therapy, chin up, chest out no worries here mate, just a visitor, temporarily indisposed, pay no attention to the man in the corner talking to himself. Everything is doing quite nicely at falling apart, I have never seen such efficiency, the yang of the yin seems to be a tight operation nothing out of place here.
Writing these words is even a mystery, with no idea what is coming. It is really quite a sensation as I desperately try to understand what it is I am supposed to do. What should I say, what words, what meme, what great idea, what philosophy, what god will free me. Rescue me. Nothing. It is all stitched in place, trapped like my brother rat in a cage of mystical complexity, stuck to myself, railing and howling for what I don't know, I just know it is, and right now my isness isn't all that.

WTF

2009-11-13T20:35:00.000-08:00

What the fuck was it
What the fuck is it
what the fuck will it be

Dare I ask

Doc Ellis

2009-11-13T17:51:00.000-08:00

Drugs can be good.

Wanna Buy A TV

2009-11-07T18:03:00.000-08:00

TV For Sale
There were all these men and woman with perfect hair, you know, the kind that looks like it should be on a Barbie and Ken doll. I got scared, they kept telling me I should be very afraid of everything and then they tried to sell me some toothpaste, then they told me to be afraid again and then they tried to sell me some potato chips, I guess that was what the toothpaste was for.

It's a flat screen beauty that just oozes fear..please come and take it off my hands
Best offer, free actually.