Don't Forget

BOB MARLEY INTERVIEW, BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA 18th APRIL 1979

Interviewer: In your music, you talk a lot about sex, politic, religion and ganja. Do you come into very much strife, very much pressure from the government about your attitude towards herb?

Bob: Well, my attitude you see can't get no pressure. Is only the police if you really foolish.

Interviewer: Peter Tosh had a lot of trouble last year from the authorities in Jamaica because he was advocating ganja very publicly, he was physically hurt. He was beat up I understand and he was in a lot of trouble. Is that true?

Bob: Yeah it was true, he had a problem with them.

Interviewer: Was he hurt badly?

Bob: Yeah, them hurt him.

Interviewer 2: The thing is you've come under a fair amount of pressure too. You even managed to get yourself shot at at some stage.

Bob: Yeah, you find people wicked some places. Really wicked.

Interviewer: So you don't fear for your personal safety in any situation, say, in Jamaica?

Bob: My safety is secure y'know. You see, words good but you have to have action! Any man can come out and run up him mouth and blah, blah, boom, boom. But we want to see the works. That mean, you might find one who a big and who aggresive, because him don't go through the danger that I go through. The amount of thing that I go through I can take it cool, because me been through it. When you figure you taking it cool, you taking it cool through the fire. It's not outside the fire you're taking it cool, it's in a the fire. You can not give away your life on ego, then all you was was a bag of argument and then you die. You have to have some action, then that mean it can have some meaning.

Interviewer: You say that when you smoke ganja, your conscience comes in front of your eyes. The stories and publicity say that you smoke one ounce of ganja per day. Is that true?

Bob: One ounce?

Interviewer: One ounce. It's a lot. What's the truth?

Bob: Sometimes smoke a good amount of herb if we want, and sometimes we don't smoke.

Interviewer: It's not nescessary that you take everyday, because this is what we've been told?

Bob: If you don't have it you don't have it, beacuse it's not everytime you have the right one. The right one you can't smoke a ounce of that!

Interviewer: Do you have a herbsman that comes with you to try your herbs before you do? Is this another publicity lie?

Bob: Try my herb? No man, no one try my herb.

Interviewer 2: Is smoking the herb an important part of your life, or is it just something you do for pleasure?

Bob: Smoking herb is freedom. If you want to be free, smoke herb.

Interviewer 2: How does it give you freedom?

Bob: Try it! (laughs)

Interviewer: Bob can we go back to politics? You're a very political man, so this is why I ask the question...

Bob: I would be glad if I was a political man.

Interviewer: You don't think you are?

Bob: No.

Interviewer 2: Could you ever see yourself becoming a political leader?

Bob: I don't see myself as a politician. I see myself as defending the right of His Majesty. I am a soldier in His Majesty army.

Interviewer 2: How did you feel when Haile Selassie died?

Bob: How did I feel when Haile Selassie live!

Interviewer 2: Wasn't he killed?

Bob: No. God cannot die. It's God! I mean when we say is God, it don't really mean we take a man like God. If him was not God we wouldn't say that because we are wise people. It is not true what they're saying, we don't bow to nothing. Because the gift of God is life. Him have to be a true and living God. To me a true and living God is the truth.

Interviewer: Where is the place in the bible that urges people to smoke ganja for Rastafarianism?

Bob: In the bible, God create man ...in Genesis you can find it. Plenty other places in the bible.

Interviewer: Bob, do you have a prediction for yourself and for reggae music in closing?

Bob: Well, I predict that I should never have a prediction! (laughs) But the things is I can't really predict a thing. We are saying that this is the generation that seek God. What we are saying is that... if I would be a hypocrite, I'll predict this thing, beacuse this is what have to happen. All the people on the pace of the Earth will know who Rastafari is through music. And is reggae music.

Dreams of Love

As the wintery air swirls through white snow
And the citizens of Earth stir waking below
Santa stomps the dust off his shoes

at his front steps
Awaiting Mrs Claus’s hug and the

love of his pets
Many children are starving, and

most have been given no gifts
Many celebrate other holidays,

or work a long cold day
The reindeer sniffle, and little elves

wipe their noses
As the sun lifts above
And the peoples minds say
Why didn’t I feel the love on this wonderful holiday?
I did, my christmas was white and beautiful
My family is healthy, and our tummy’s are full
We had a tall, green tree decorated so colorful
And there were presents underneath, and stockings stuffed

until they were chubby
Yet I know how lucky I am
To be blessed with this day, to be surrounded by warmth,
And I wish that one day soon all could experience this comfort,
Not only on Christmas but in each moment forward.

hey you

When I stare at your eyes
I see into, but not through
Young feelings are so true
as old feelings crumble
Your eyes are so humble
Mine are still staring
Seeing without caring
Is like tearing a bees stinger
From beneath the skin of a finger
When you stare at my eyes
I see no lies
Sparkles run up and down my arm
Electric shivers drip down my spine
And I thank god for creating this time
And for allowing your eyes to
Connect with mine

BrainWash TechKnowledgii

Suckin the desires out the people
According to plan, I been here for twenty, observed plenty

Gas go up everybody scream, gas go down scene becomes serene
Pulled into illusions 3d pleasure

false treasures on checkered screens
Chess games syncopated the leaders still smile
They messin wit me in many ways, who’s they?Everybody who ain’t on my team
Nowadays seems like I’m against the grain whichever way I roll good thing I’m a player like gary, ain’t worried bout nightmares dreams don’t scare me
Its reality that I worry about cuz no one seems to kare
People don’t care about livin

suicide numbers risin
No joy in skools many educators are just fools lookin for a meal ticket n shelter
Obama gets elected everybody celebratin helter skelter
Got drunk slapped hands now its back to the hating
And I’m an American in America
No tellin whats goin down east west north and south of here
Thru bbc filters I see the fear there too they scared too
As the rain steadily falls
And the Celtics continue to ball
My major, kinesiology
Bout to be voted out with no apologies
Even for the kids who be tryin real hard
In the country of freedom growth is retarded
First the arts and the music now the physical education
In the country of freedom love was departed
My people dyin from malnutrion and too much work
Like the navajo’s in the long walk we don’t know where we bein led
The food most eat ain’t much better than horse shit
Even worse brains meltin like ice cream

self esteem dropped a long while ago,

women get treated like animals in a zoo
Thank god alicia sang my boo
When the men get angry the men start fighting
When the boys see what men do the boys they follow you
Women are girls and babies are humans
And that woman she’ll do what she has too for love
Its all about the love, we take drugs to replace it

we can’t make it faking, the desire to be what I was born to be
Is what keeps my heart beating, we all know our own truth so
Let’s quit cheating and start being love
Sharing love
Seeing love in the young ones, live as one,

throw away the pills, y’all know the drill…

Scattered Brains

The sky is on fire, blue flames burst from in side
the mol ecu les of air, clouds are burning as boiling vapor
drizzles with raindrops dripping from acid skies,
reflecting sunlight into the seeds of the eyes
slithering through, illuminating all that it sees,
Into the earth and out the moon side
light particles glide effortlessly
Riding in circles
Tracing in dirt
Flirting with deaths edges
Catering to magnificent visions inside the head
Outside the head lie unimaginable treasures
Invisible to those whose woes contain them
Mind in relation to body is a
My people don’t know what we are, or what we are experiencing
My people don’t know reality
Reality is painful,
Reality is dreamland
I am
he know
I see through walls of crystal
He’s stalling as they call out to allah
Hassan I sabbah brainwash tactics
Crawling blind between corridors of spacetimes
Elastic fabric
Sublime vibrations emanate from
advanced technology
I’m still crying out for my soul amidst train wreck mists
Decked out in misery elated beyond belief
No matter where the sun shines memories are but shards
Of experience and grief the pieces of atmosphere
The assassin of fear, in this world there exists killers and healers
The former exploit’s the missing elements
The latter fills in the missing elements
Love can put me back together
Hate can tear my soul apart
A soldier in an incomplete world
Earth is not complete!
The creatures still compete
Replete of resources the globe wobbles onwards in cycles...

Pools

Wake up
from a dream
borne again
into a dream
self esteem rising
help him see
she learned from me
i was taught by it
bit by bit
candles lit
sitting staring
relate earth to moon
lovingly comparing
Light to ligh ter
tight er vi bra tions
I lay down for the sun
fighting no one
confidence flows
light fill ed clouds glow
and i don't know a thing
falling asleep once again
playing games and thanking god
because I can never win....

Muscle Memory and Motor Learning in Golf

Golf and other sports require learning complex muscle movements in proper sequence for optimal performance. The greater the reproducibility of this motion, the better the chance of engraining it into muscle memory or motor learning.
Motor learning does not involve isolating one individual muscle but learning how to train, sequence and provide proper timing for the movement of these muscles and joints. The coordination of these muscles and joints will provide the motor task within the sporting activity.
The golf swing incorporates the use of muscles and a golf club to strike a ball. The golf club is left to individual choice. The muscle groups are the same for all golfers. These muscle groups are divided into two groups the first being the large and the second being the small. The large muscle groups include the trunk, back, hips, legs and shoulders. The small muscle groups are the feet, forearms, wrists, hands and fingers.
The coordination of these large and small muscle groups is quite complex to achieve a fluid motion where the contracting and relaxing of muscle groups is such that it does not interfere with acceleration.
Motor learning of multiple muscles and joints is quite complex and cannot be learned in one lesson. Success is greater achieved by breaking down the movements into less complicated sequences and phases.
The golf swing can be broken down into four phases.
1. The four phases are the preparation of physical and mental during the stance phase. This provides for correct stability with proper placement of the feet in relationship to the shoulders as well as flexing and straightening the knees, hips, spine and neck in order to create a firm center of balance.
2. The second phase is the back swing, which brings the club to its highest position in preparation for acceleration.
3. Phase three is the downswing or the force produced movement where angular velocity creates club head speed.
4. Phase four is impact, follow through and recovery. This phase is the outcome and deceleration of the golf swing. The deceleration helps the muscles achieve the state of relaxation with least potential of trauma by making an abrupt stop.
There are two separate mechanisms that are important in the golf swing. The first mechanism is postural control for balance during the arm swing and the weight shift. The second involves the sequential fluid movement of the arms and hands throughout the golf swing.
The brain is the control center of the body where all information is processed and coordination of movement is made. The brain provides sensory feedback from physical, visual, vestibular and touch during the stance phase and the movement phase. In the stance phase tone is regulated primarily in the lower limbs pelvis and torso during the swing process. In the swing phase of movement the brain provides sequential turning on and off of muscles of the arms, shoulder and hips. Any dis-coordination in this phase will result in deceleration and loss of momentum at impact.
The brain distinguishes and gives priority to more actively contracting muscles than postural muscles. Therefore the brain activity is more prevalent in the movement of the muscles of the arms, shoulders and hips than adjusting for balance in muscle tone and stance.
An important concept in motor learning is that we place to muscle memory which most emotionally charged. The reason for this is that anatomically and physiologically that part of your brain, which is also responsible for emotion, converts short-term memory to long-term.
This may explain why we remember things from our past that hold the greatest emotional charged events.
Incorporating this concept, one should become emotionally charged with positive outcomes of performance. Unfortunately, most players place the greatest emotional charge on their mis-hits, especially missed putts and tee shots. For golfers who become emotionally charged with bad shots they place them in their motor learning and are doomed to repeat the same mistakes again.
Researchers at the University of Chicago have been studying professional golfers and muscle memory. Professional golfers were connected to an EEG machine that mapped electrical activity of the brain. During a putting exercise, golfers showed that during the visualization phase the left side of the brain showed activity as noted by spiky alpha waves. After the golfer visualized the shot and proceeded with the actual swing of the putt, then the brain activity switched to the right side of the brain showing smaller wave activity.
Similarly, as any other complex movement that requires precision reproducibility, one needs to practice only proper mechanics. Practice should be based on improving proper muscle memory, not the quantity of balls hit. One loses the exactness of muscle memory with mis-hits and fatigue.

Should you have any further questions regarding this article, please direct your questions or comments to "Ask the Doctor" section.

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O My God she need a massage
cold as muther f'n ahmadinejad
back teeth gritting seething at the politicians
subjecting their own to hone raw dreams and wishes
im swimming with the fishes within some thick stuff
searching for riches seems to never be enough, taking no pitches
swinging for the fences I'm so relentless
never wreckless cus the hurdles are short like the right side
of the green monster watch out for the african monster
robert mugabe today I can say the things I need to say
your soul has paid, my soul has paid
why fade into oblivion like deion sanders
in the rearview my competition slippin
still tossin banana peels and if I keel over
jus borne again mental elf in a dripping forest
of magical four-leaf clovers
numerical rules and abstract logic
thoughts fast forward just to resolve it
fall asleep dream sit still and pause it
creating beautiful thoughts
in a clear thinking world I thought about dying
I've thunk about fear we think about freedom but
we still asleep drooling I think and I am an Descartes ain't
the man I dribble round rational thinkers like
Picasso/Iverson I rehearse like centers in the national
ba sidestepping 5o like starks past alonzo
steeping like green tea I meditate in ecstacy my soul
seeps into my body I parks the whip in smog snow
drive low to the ground screeching and scraping
cameras trained on me someone peeking and taping
nothin but lies leak out my digital pen offense before defense relax you're too tense

Maharoi

My Ha My Joy grows and grows
Oh children of Zimbabwe I know
none of your names, my media
whoa, they say you are starving
I read letters on screens that say you've
got no schools, teachers dying
Mugabe rules using all his tools
yet you are no fools
I send my love
Invisible waves spreading
to Africa today
please feel this love I have for your children of Zimbabwe
every day, struggling just to keep fighting
as I live with no shortage of lighting, I just don't know
how hard you've got it
Many in America suffering from habits fearful and dreading
well, you'd love to have the chance
I've never seen your faces but I hope to
So I can share my love that day with the beautiful children
of Zimbabwe

War Games

Those who say that Robert Mugabe(President of Zimbabwe, Africa) is an ape, an animal, fail to respect his intelligence, owning 7 degrees in various studies, and his motivation, imprisoned for 11 years and still grieving from the loss of his four-year-old son. The game is mind control however, a political game played by every political regime to some degree. Remember...he has supporters, and many are largely uneducated I'm sure, since nowadays hardly 20% of the children in Zimbabwe can even AFFORD to attend school. The United States as a majority is not so high and mighty in comparison, as most voters don't even understand
HOW government works, we just punch the holes in the card according to who's speeches
we liked the most, filtered through the mediators of course.


News:
Chinese ship carries arms cargo to Mugabe regime
77-tonne load includes mortars, rockets and millions of ammunition rounds
David Beresford in Johannesburg
guardian.co.uk, Friday April 18 2008 00.29 BST
The Guardian, Friday April 18 2008
Article history

The An Yue Jiang is seen anchored outside Durban harbor, South Africa on April 17, 2008. Photograph: AP
A Chinese cargo ship believed to be carrying 77 tonnes of small arms, including more than 3m rounds of ammunition, AK47 assault rifles, mortars and rocket-propelled grenades, has docked in the South African port of Durban for transportation of the weapons to Zimbabwe, the South African government confirmed yesterday. It claimed it was powerless to intervene as long as the ship's papers were in order.
Copies of the documentation for the Chinese ship, the An Yue Jiang, show that the weapons were sent from Beijing to the ministry of defence in Harare. Headed "Dangerous goods description and container packing certificate", the document was issued on April 1, three days after Zimbabwe's election. It lists the consignment as including 3.5m rounds of ammunition for AK47 assault rifles and for small arms, 1,500 40mm rockets, 2,500 mortar shells of 60mm and 81mm calibre, as well as 93 cases of mortar tubes.
The carrier is listed as the Cosco shipping company in China.
South Africa's national conventional arms control committee issued a permit on Monday for the trans-shipment of the cargo from Durban to Harare. The head of government information in South Africa, Themba Maseko, said yesterday: "We are not in a position to act unilaterally and interfere in a trade deal between two countries." South Africa had to "tread very carefully", given the complexity of the situation in Zimbabwe, Maseko said.
South Africa was not encouraging the purchase of weapons by Zimbabwe, he said, pointing out that there was no UN trade embargo against that country.shipment of the cargo from Durban to Harare. The head of government information in South Africa, Themba Maseko, said yesterday: "We are not in a position to act unilaterally and interfere in a trade deal between two countries." South Africa had to "tread very carefully", given the complexity of the situation in Zimbabwe, Maseko said.
South Africa was not encouraging the purchase of weapons by Zimbabwe, he said, pointing out that there was no UN trade embargo against that country.
see the rest here...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/apr/18/china.armstrade

Sassy Thizz?

This plant is illegal.
Our government: "You can't chew the sassafrass root and make root beer with it like everyone used to, instead buy a pill from some shady dude with a backpack and then we'll really bust you."

I blame the governing bodies for whatever terrible afflictions our young people are doomed for if they continue to abuse MDMA(ecstacy). Why not let the kid drink a sassafrass soda, and tell him it'll get him high? Put a little vitamin B12 in there, make it nutritious at the same time. Make it cool, pay your rappers to rap about it. "Sassafrass gave me so much ass, cured my raspy throat
an its more fun than coke.."

The overbearing parent thing really doesn't work. Obviously...

Can u Sir?

No O2+Acid PH= Cancer

to Ferment:
“to be in a state of agitation or intense activity”

Obviously, cancer is in “a state of agitation or intense activity when it is replicating itself at lightening speeds. Cancer is probably not an evil entity sent to destroy humanity. It is more of a glitch in the cells own operation, as healthy cells reproduce new healthy cells and cancerous cells reproduce new unhealthy cells. But what does it mean to be unhealthy? It means that it, whether it be a cell or the entire body as a whole, is not functioning as it’s supposed to, due to a glitch in the blueprint. If I learn to play guitar correctly at the age of 2, and reproduce those blueprints every day for the rest of my playing career, I will not change the habit, but will get faster, better, and more efficient, improving the original manifestation of technique.
Likewise, if I get smacked in the face at the age of two for picking my butt, I will have an intense fear of picking my butt for the rest of my butt-picking career, and that habit will also get faster and more efficient, and by age 50 I will be so good at not picking my butt, that it will seem like it’s not even an option at all.
Cancer steadily improves its product, unlike ford motors.
So how do we convert cancer back to its original goodness?
How do I convince myself to stop being afraid of butt-picking?
These two problems have confounded some of the best minds in America,
and they may be related.
At the genesis of the problem, before the first impression, but after the stage of pluripotentiality, something happens. Before I got smacked, I felt good, and had no worries. When I got smacked, I experienced an intense rush of fear in the form of shock; lack of oxygen and nutrients in my body due to inadequete cardiac output, accompanied by low blood pressure, sweating, shrunk balls, an altered mental state and a weak, rapid pulse. So is it safe to assume that when a healthy cell gets smacked, it also experiences a lack of oxygen and nutrients due to an inadequete blood supply, a shock to the ‘brain’ of the cell reorganizing dna and rna like toxic waste? If so, then what would shock a single cell, and how would that happen?
As with stem cells, the possibility is alive that a cell can revert back to being pluripotent and then specialize into a different cell….so why can’t a cancerous cell be nursed back to being pluripotent, reorganizing its information acid’s into whatever combination renders them pluripotent, therefore ‘resetting’ the cell and setting it on the right track again?
The key to curing bad programming in cells and in the entire human must be Love. No more war on cancer. No more wars on depression, no more fighting. It is time for the opposite of war, the opposite of fighting to influence this little sphere. The opposite of evol war is raw love.

Emote

Sex, love, music and drugs,
as a baby all I ever needed was a hug
the sunshine falls down on my face from above
or so it seems yet in my dreams your face is the sun
and the shine is all over like the glow of the one.

Basics

Basics, you can’t fake this, becoming a god takes much patience
Fundamentals, oh they must be mastered
As above, so it is below, on earth there’s only one game, one way to go
Becoming a god, it’s everyone’s goal whether or not they know
Everywhere here, there’s the same elements man
The same basic vibrations from slow to fast
The futures present right around the past
Timing is different from slow to fast
The form is different from this to that
Different groups of elements forming material objects,
Grouped in different spaces, in different times,
And a god brings the energy, brings the rhyme
For we are the energy, manifesting in time, space, and matter
Can’t fake the basics, but patiently wait like the butter in the box
You master the basics survived the knocks, entered the game
Becoming a god, after you’ve mastered the
material basics, is not an
easy thing at all, makes me seasick

When I get to the point I’ll explain the rest
Basics, can’t fake this, becoming a god takes much patience
Fundamentals, oh they must be mastered
As above, so it is below, on earth there’s only one game, one way to go
Becoming a god, it’s everyone’s goal whether or not they know
Everywhere here, there’s the same elements man
The same basic vibrations from slow to fast
The futures present right around the past
Timing is different from slow to fast
The form is different from this to that
Different groups of elements forming material objects,
Grouped in different spaces, happening at different times,
And a god brings the energy
For we are the energy, manifesting in time, space, and matter
Can’t fake the basics, but when you got patience
You master the basics and you’ve entered the game
Becoming a god, after you’ve mastered the material basics, is not an easy thing at all.
When I get to that point I’ll explain the rest to myself, still realizing I know nothing, yet grasp onto something, invisible yet real, realer than any of the light particles around me that have already left their origin I too am a thing in motion like mac dre, off one or two, I am pink floyd’s machine, thank god they welcomed me into what we now call the game, who the fuck told you the brain in the skull is your only thinking membrane, in the body, your body, my body are cells enough to fit in the crevice of your finger, specialize and explore, the way of the natural world, emotions hidden behind
The layers of mind, I do what feels right, and a whole lot feels wrong, yet my expression,
A thought expressed, is monotone and my pencil, it feels rigid and stiff and if
I write much more than this, I may just pop a thizz like dre tv drives my brain waves crazy in the wrong ways, so does the colors and lines of myspace, but maybe its jus cuz of how I was raised up,
Yet through the colored curtain of senseful brilliance, when I write, that which raises my emotional feelings becomes super stimulated, and I wake up. The flow, it usually doesn’t even go through my mouth, and as we all know, us Earthlings, we have to hear something, see something, feel something, smell something, and taste something every few seconds….huh wuh wuh wooww this guy like mike I bike freestyling kite high why what silly question, why wouldn’t he mention the meaning of pension absent comprehension of alternative dimensions, shorty ten for that top hat relaxed in the rectus abdominus we means us its freedom for every one of us or we’ll be a revoltin, oh we’ll be a revolutin god is real oh it is real god is real oh it is real

Low

Cancer is an advanced species…
better at surviving than every other species releasing feces on Earth…
The year is 2223, humanity is daydreaming every day, thinking and speaking like life is free taking life for granted, emotions supplanted, silently being killed, killed by very small creatures inside us, scientists missed it many many times I spat many many rhymes they committed one or two crimes called it many, many names, including evil, yet it reveleddd in its element, a parasitic genious , absolute nutrient fiends, nothing natural is a pure machine, for malice and vengeance are not only traits not only indicative of the human being but traits
of a living gene expressed, traced, animated, expressing I imagination. Since thoughts are real physical things, microscopic drops of energy that creativity brings, they can, like lego building blocks and chocolate, combine to form something pure or something you can die from, as we learn from smoking, parts can be split to particles and return to the original shape, all due to how fast they’re vibrating,
Cancer is more advanced than the average human being, don’t believe me than look closer in what you’re seeing, the trends the obvious truth, that the cancer cell is a mutation that lives remarkably well. It kills nearly everything it inhabits. People kill nearly everything where they inhabit. But what happens to cancer after the person dies? That’s the real question. From here, we can see what the life purpose of cancer is, and from there draw a logical connection back to its origin of birth. We all know how to kill a human, just look at the people participating in the poorest economies on Earth. You starve them of nutrients, attention, and hope. Nutrients are obtained from the various plants and composts in the ground. Attention from others leads to recognition of self as different from others. Hope is stimulated by a purpose, such as hunting a deer. Hoping to win or hoping to feed.
Cancer receives nutrients from the cells around it. It receives thought energy, “negative” thought energy, from the person it inhabits, and it hopes it will grow as much as it can and gather as many nutrients as it can for itself and get as intelligent as possible, and then the body dies, and I can only assume that the cancer dies after the last of the nutrients have been scavenged from the soulless elemental machine.

Battle

Dance with those legs, kick and snap
Dance with those legs move around the trap
Dig into those knees, kick and snap
Dance with those toes, dance around the map
Hit em hard, don’t stop swingin
Even when they fall down don’t never be quittin
Dance away into the night
Dancing into the future with the past in sight
Dodging bullets as they whiz by
Hit em with the magic hollowpoint they all fall down
Like humpty dumpty I dance and fall like a clown
Laughing as I dodge their bullets like neo up and around

We owe a lot to the little bitty man
Inside the little bitty machine in the palm of the hand
Of the big man standing way up there
Who is held by the bigger men everywhere

So what does this love have to do with you girl
Love is the attraction that draws me to you

That little bitty man has never seen what love is
But he drain that coke like mean joe greene

And he see’s the light, through windows in the seam

And he drains that coke like mean joe greene

I guess I gotta show you what this love’s got to do with me

It’s coz I see the light, at the end of the tunnel, and I drain that coke like mean joe greene

Love

The only way to understand love is to experience love. Then you understand that you really don't know anything at all.

On becoming a god.

Basics, you can’t fake this, becoming a god takes much patience
Fundamentals oh, they must be mastered
As above, so it is below, on earth there’s only one game, one way to go
Becoming a god, it’s everyone’s goal whether or not they know, to expand their name
Everywhere here, there’s the same elements man
The same basic vibrations from slow to fast
The futures present right around the past
Timing is different from slow to fast
The form is different from this to that
Different groups of elements forming material objects,
Grouped in different spaces, growing at different times,
And a god brings the energy
For we are the energy, manifesting in time, space, and matter
Can’t fake the basics, but when you got patience
You master the basics and you’ve entered the game
Becoming a god, after you’ve mastered the material basics, is not an easy thing at all.
When I get to that point I’ll explain the rest to y’all.

Somber 0Ktober

Heart...broken...
Mind...lost...
Smile...fallen...
Motion...off...
Fears...heightened...
Best friend...heart broken...
Wandering with a lost mind...
Frowning as I continue falling...
Spinning alone in the middle of the ocean
fears out in the open...
the most beautiful girl...spirit fallen...
All tears dry...human men cry...
Every word out my mouth was not a lie
I meant to give you love cuz it was free
had not to buy you we were so compatible
noble yet against the people of the world
who keep us under i didn't have to try
to shed sodium liquid from my eyes
You was I, I was us
My soul must be single
Lonely... thinking...it wasn't lust...
Frusterated with taboo's and such I wish I could travel through space-time
and share all the energy in my material batteries
ethereal wishes...
You're far away...in another time...
Carving out your space...i'm exploring mine....
The longer something takes, the more space it takes up...
With space, comes time...more space, more time...
Thank you and Sorry....don't mean much
I Love you and I'll Miss...sound out of touch...
Nothing I can say expresses how I feel
Everything thing that I do is not everything I want to do
So I sit and play this guitar, and I do not regret the past year...

Suspended in a Clear Substance.

Here There In-be-tween
Don’t touch the crack fiend
Pardon her pissing
She don’t know better now
I am what I allow
A feeling of missing
Shocking nervous cells
Shivering cold nights
Mirrored in my mind
Heaven mixed with hell
Does the fish see the water it swims in
Does the human see the consciousness within
It relates, labels and molds pooled memories
Immediately conjured from the grasp of ciliated folds
Chemico-electrical energy firing through complex wires
There, here, in-between
The most meaningful things are rarely seen
By skipping, hurried, scanning eyes,
Panning skies slowly eye brows low I know and forget wet rubber handles sliding from taut to unraveled in my self I travel further in circles encircled by angels and visited by demons who have trouble landing.

Asking God (or Neale): About Realizing Imagination

I have established Laws in the universe that make it possible for you to create exactly what you choose. These Laws cannot be violated, nor can they be ignored. You are following these Laws right now, even as you read this. You cannot not follow the Law, for these are the way things work. You cannot step aside from this; you cannot operate outside of it.
Every minute of your life you have been operating inside of it- and everything you have ever experienced you have thusly created.
You are a three-fold being. You consist of past, present, and future. Space is likewise divided into three: here, there, and the space between. It is defining and describing this “space between” that becomes difficult, elusive. The moment you begin defining or describing, the space you describe becomes “here” or “there.” Yet we know this “space between” exists. It is what holds “here” and “there” in place-just as the eternal now holds “before and “after” in place.
These three aspects of you are actually three energies. You might call them thought, word, and action. All three put together produce a result-which in your language and understanding is called a feeling, or experience.
Your past is the sum total of every feeling you’ve ever created. Your awareness of some of these is called your memory. When you have a memory, you are said to re-member. That is, to put back together. To reassemble the parts. When you reassemble all of the parts of you, you will have remembered Who You Really Are.
The process of creation starts with thought- an idea, conception, visualization. Everything you say is a thought expressed. It is creative and sends forth creative energy into the universe. Words are more dynamic than thought, because words are a different level of vibration from thought. They alter the universe with greater impact.
Words are the second level of creation.
Next comes action.
Actions are words moving. Words are thoughts expressed. Thoughts are ideas formed. Ideas are energies come together. Energies are forces released. Forces are elements existent. Elements are particles of God, portions of all, the stuff of everything.
The beginning is God. The end is action. Action is God creating-or God experienced.

From M-W:
cre·ate
Pronunciation:
\krē-ˈāt, ˈkrē-ˌ\
Function:
verb
Inflected Form(s):
cre·at·ed; cre·at·ing
Etymology:
Middle English, from Latin creatus, past participle of creare; akin to Latin crescere to grow — more at crescent
Date:
14th century
transitive verb1: to bring into existence 2 a: to invest with a new form, office, or rank b: to produce or bring about by a course of action or behavior 3: cause , occasion 4 a: to produce through imaginative skill b: design intransitive verb1: to make or bring into existence something new2: to set up a scoring opportunity in basketball

Darwin was a White Man

Hurry over to Earth…a world where humans rule the land and poison the waters….and are steadily losing the game of mental evolution.
You see, here on this planet, “treasures” are bartered between certain classes of “homo erectus”, while masses of them cry and wail in desperation towards the clear skies, and the other species which have been slaughtered and ignored, the true slaves of the world, evolve in mind until they can read our thoughts, and when the octopus is telepathic as the dolphins already are, then it will crawl out of the sea, and adapt to breathing pure oxygen, and its offspring will advance the size of its myelin fibers, and life will continue to change for all creatures.
Already the Octopi have evolved into color changing beings, and some can crawl out of tanks and stealthily approach a tender human forehead rising and falling jaggedly within the starlights gaze.
A kind of picture show….many consecutive events, telling a story, or a naturally competitive universe, and on planet Earth there was a strange battle indeed.
While other planets around the way were uniting their troops and perfecting their environments, the self-named Earthling s take their sweet time handling the process of civilization construction.
Kit Crason, a young native north American child, was watching the humor of Larry David through a marihuana-filtered lens in a southern Californian condo. This new brand of humor, which was actually recycled shakspearean playwriting propagated through digital televisionary systems, was extremely popular amongst the young upper class, who made fun of the poor through animation musicals and acts performed on stage. But while these fools were exhibiting the same gimmicks over and over, outsmartingthe poor until the poor all attack them, other species evolved slower and steadier, for they knew that the mind game was all that really mattered, and some existed for two hundred and fifty million years, and each year was better…the slow and steady keep winning the race, and the race is not close to over…
Each year was better for some humans as well, in fact every 365 rotations of this planet there was a sort of competition between who could live the fanciest and who would die trying, and many died each year starving. But for those who won the carrot and the donkey prize of life, each moment was a frame in a game-like movie, and the con-man ruled.

Welcome to the dysfunctional dance of stimulus and receptor...

In a context of physicality, this game unravels as a fable because it has already happened, when one does something, one has created a historical moment because everything Is for the first time. It was for precisely this reason that Kit was obsessed with three things, musik, drugs, and sex…
Borne into the modern world from a far more humble land inside the conquered gates of civilization, and although amerika, the most powerful group of humans, the most powerful species on earth, was conquering all that stepped in its path for millions of years, physically, their collective-consciousness evolution was painstakingly slow. Individually, their kind possessed self-aware geniouses like a European named Beethoven and an inventor like tesla, and body masters, such as the athletes Muhammed Ali and Michael Jordan. But they also possessed idiots like Shia Labeuf and Billy Bob Thornton, and many people who ate pounds of fats and carbohydrates while zapping their brains with electrical stimuli. A few scattered humans constituted a group of hopefuls, people who may transform every human as a magnet changes polarity, but these ones were especially vulnerable to human destruction. As one of these hopefuls, Kit watched history through screens and read literature, and was just beginning to learn how to connect his mind to his body. Watching Ali while studying Human Anatomy, a northern Californian rapper leaking out of speakers, Kit saw that the best way to attack something is to perfect your biggest elements first, the muscles of the leg, and onward to the single neurons of your body. He was to become a fighting telepathic musician, through study, practice and meditation.
This basic step would take Kit beyond the other animals around him, those who could only operate in duality, reacting to stimulus mechanically and thinking about it afterwards. Very few Human s understand the laws of land.
And very few animals wasted time on land.

Land of the Free my ass

Fuck James Henry Carleton. Straight Murderer.

Fuck Christopher "Kit" Carson, even if his dad did get smashed by a tree. 34 marrying 14?

Fuck Daniel Boone. Cold-blooded killer.

Hybrid Clones of Social Capitalism

Splintered minds, lost tools invisible pools of
Waves penetrate heads bossing fools around screaming from newspaper tissues
Black tie getting pissed on, businessmen don’t listen
Simple deviant tricks led to compound financial issues
I was there
For it all
Sold the loans
Spent the cream
Moved it all
shifted ethereal puzzle pieces
while pawned away in chess games
Lost minds, splintered tools
Hybrid beings lithium/oxygen
Watertight fatties composing sealed lips
Hydrogen motors under led lights redrum
It only makes cents if the money is abundant
Henry Paulson cooks it in the kitchen with the crack and
World leaders breaking sweat cause revolution is imminent
Past due time for the poor to wake up
lacking popular opinion but the money ain’t the prize
Macking was cool ten years in the past but SURPRISE
Reality is on the rise and womankind needs our blessing
Mother Earth and Mother Theresa did more than Henry Ford and J.P. Morgan
Cuz the money ain’t the prize it’s material’s that’s important
woke up a bigger size today, sparkles replacing dollar signs within the darkness of my eyes
I meant what I said every moment that I spoke
I lent my precious time to the plants that I smoked
saw that meaning is key to defining how you livin
and defined my life from demise to the present aka the beginning.

Specifically, amidst the palms, Los Angeles, California, United States of America, North America, Mother Earth, Esteemed Solar system, Delicious Galaxy, Left coronary of the Universe, September 29th, 2008………

Part one: Reality Responses

an Invisible Transparency

Why does my Anatomy Textbook cost $170.00?

Top Textbook manufacturers of 2008: Prentice-Hall, McGraw-Hill, Wiley & Sons....
A case of Politics vs Education....
and Textbook Lobbyists and State Textbook Committees are the major players in the education game.
Who is on the State textbook committee? What is their philosophy? The answers to these questions will lead us to the big key of Earthly education.
Interpretation.
From the Bible to the truth about Stem Cells, the only way that I, as a 22-year-old Kinesiology student, can receive the truth about the world around me is through a medium. In the case of the past, I must rely on storytellers to relate the events to me. In the case of the present time, I must rely on my powers of observation, or others “more scientific” observations. In the case of stem cells, I need the tools and the money needed to create huge microscopes and snatch kidney cells from embryo’s, and it’s very difficult for an unqualified person to score embryo’s in America nowadays. Meanwhile, I sit here doodling microscopic abstracts of hair follicles and cell nucleus’s, wondering why my textbook costs $170.00, and why there is only one book that is qualified to relay the information to me.
Since I’m starving for an education like most young responsibility-seeking kids, I will do just about anything to learn more about the world I live in and the body I inhabit. According to Wikipedia: “Education encompasses both the teaching and learning of knowledge, proper conduct, and technical competency.”
Knowledge is defined as: “the fact or condition of knowing something with familiarity gained through experience or association”
Yes, I’m looking to know myself and my world through my experience of the world and my body.
But what has become evident about my world and my body are two disconcerting facts:
I need money to survive(bio-survival tickets as Robert Anton Wilson stated) and knowledge to succeed, and the Bureau of Engraving and Printing won’t give me money and the Board of Education won’t give me knowledge.
I have to earn it.
So I’m in school. I’m in debt.
And my countries administrators don’t give a shit.
Textbook publishers, I hope you choked on that beef a la bordelaise.
“To "encourage" the use of their books, book manufacturers often send the school boxes of free books. Sometimes professors then begin to sell these books on ebay for a tidy profit or to students at ‘slightly less than the new costs.” (Warnertoddhouston, online)
“When a student enters a classroom he is told which book he will use, not which ones he can choose from. Therefore there is no competition. The student has no choice and that being the case, the book manufacturer has no forces to oppose their high prices. No market forces guide prices and book manufacturers can charge whatever they like.
Then we get to the textbooks actually written by the professors that a university then adopts for that professor's class or his department. These, being specialty, small-run printing items are also exorbitantly high in price. And, once again, there are not market forces to put commons sense caps on pricing.”(Warnertoddhouston, online)
“As I understand it, (board members) are simply browbeating their textbook manufacturers to either putting things in or taking things out even though the law says they don't have the authority," said former Lt. Gov. Bill Ratliff, who drafted the state's current textbook legislation. The law, passed in 1995, sought to limit the board's ability to alter textbooks for ideological reasons.”
When I was born into the U.S., textbooks cost students $300 per year, and minimum wage was 3.35. Now with the wages at 7.00 an hour: “College students spend an average of $900 per year on textbooks. These prices increase six percent per year and have tripled from 1986 to 2004, according a report from the U.S. Government Accountability Office.”
The governor vetoed Senate Bill One, the California Development, Relief and Education for Alien Minors Act, or D.R.E.A.M. Act, and Senate Bill 832 - the College Textbook Affordability Act. However, he did sign Assembly Bill 1548, an alternative textbook bill which requires both university bookstores to release the textbook wholesale price and for publishers to print a list of revisions made to new editions. This alternative bill known as the College Textbook Transparency Act becomes effective in 2010.
The vetoed textbook bill, SB 832, which was sponsored by the California Student Public Interest Research Group, had similar requirements as the bill that did pass, but it would have also required publishers to issue an estimate as to how long each edition would remain unrevised. The vetoed bill also required university professors to provide this information to students and post lists online immediately.
The approved textbook bill, AB 1548[, which was supported by the Association of American Publishers, will offer information to faculty members regarding wholesale prices and edition changes, but only upon request.
Tessa Atkinson-Adams, a CalPIRG project coordinator for the textbook campaign, said she and the organization feel Schwarzenegger made the wrong choice. However, she also said CalPIRG will plan to tackle the problem in the future by creating projects that will offer textbooks online for free, among other things.
“We’re very disappointed in the governor’s decision,” Atkinson-Adams, a third-year political science and environmental studies major, said. “AB 1548 does nothing to correct the market imbalance. It just goes to show that the publishing companies really are making an effort to not disclose their prices and to continue to use unfair business practices.”
In his veto message, Schwarzenegger wrote that he signed AB 1548 because it dealt with not only the publishing industry, but bookstores and professors as well.
“This bill [SB 832] focuses strictly on textbook publisher policies and fails to recognize that the affordability of textbooks is a shared responsibility among publishers, college bookstores and faculty members,” Schwarzenegger wrote. “Many of the same concepts in SB 832 are included in AB 1548, but AB 1548 recognizes the shared responsibility and attempts to address the issue in a more comprehensive manner.”
Enough B.S. I’m getting involved.
Email these people for info on how you too can help to enhance our education:
tara@calpirgstudents.org
danny@calpirgstudents.org

Message to the Money-Makers

If you don't make the dope I won't smoke the dope
If you don't cook the food then I won't eat the food
If you don't make the money then I won't have any money
If you don't build the house then I won't live in a house
If you don't film the porn then I won't watch it
If you don't produce the gun then I won't shoot it
If you don't produce the movie then I won't act it out
If you don't make the rule then I won't break it
If you don't build the prison cell then I won't rot in it
Don't condemn the little man zoom out from your current focus
why arrest the 17-year-old kid who spends six bucks on cigarettes
when the real criminal is the seller because cigarettes have no value
what happened to ethics, you must sell something of value in exchange
for currency
my money is paper and my food is cardboard
my car is plastic and my clothes are cotton
It's all about production, distribution and cycles.
Make the thing first then create the need and start a cycle.
First its just inhalation, first its just a little sniff
if the kid ain't lucky he'll dedicate his life to inhaling one more time,
just one more sniff
don't get trapped in the doldrums, hypnotized by illusions
yes this world is mentally challenging but you choose your experience of reality
so lets produce value, and make lots of it
and fill in the holes that already exist and start some cycles that will never be missed.

World's richest 1% own 40% of all wealth, UN report discovers

· First ever study of global household assets· 50% of world's adults own just 1% of the wealth

James Randerson, science correspondent, and what is wealth?

http://www.guardian.co.uk/money/2006/dec/06/business.internationalnews

I'm always right, and left.

Angels+Demons=

An other dark night is fin ally over time passed
I’m fin ally so ber at last gas ping past
I real ized with my cloud y eyes that I
had a bad dream baby and I didn ’t know why
Why those dem ons were still wild ly cha sing me
I’m so sor ry My ang els I was play
ing At ari with my thumbs You were host ing
my par ty But I was numb…..and I didn’t
be lieve in you
You know I used to be
ad dict ed That must have been when I was
aff lict ed That de mon had a face but
that face was not the de mon it was shock
down to my cells I guess I just need ed
rea sons
I’m so sor ry My ang els I
was play ing A tari with my thumbs You were
host ing my par ty But I was numb….and
I didn’t be lieve in you
An other dark night
is just be coming If I want to grow I’ve
got to stop run ning I am be com ing
what I know I am Deep in my mind be
neath the laugh ing clowns of my imag in ary
ghost town there lives I
I grows I's
and the
crop is dim ming
as the
dark night
is fin
ally beg inn ing
death is rest
god bless less

Biblical

And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying,

speak unto the children of Israel, and say unto them,

If any man’s wife go aside, and commit a trespass against him, and a man lie with her carnally, and it be hid from the eyes of her husband, and be kept close, and she be defiled, and there be no witness against her, neither she be taken with the manner; And the spirit of jealousy come upon him, and he be jealous of his wife, and she be defiled: or if the spirit of jealousy come upon him, and he be jealous of his wife, and she be not defiled:

Then shall the man bring his wife unto the priest,

and he shall bring her offering for her,

the tenth part of an ephah of barley meal;

he shall pour no oil upon it, nor put frankincense thereon; for it is an offering of jealousy,

an offering of memorial, bringing iniquity to remembrance. And the priest shall bring her near, and set her before the LORD: And the priest shall take holy water in an earthen vessel; and of the dust that is in the floor of the tabernacle the priest shall take, and put it into the water: And the priest shall set the woman before the LORD, and uncover the woman’s head, and put the offering of memorial in her hands, which is the jealousy offering: and the priest shall have in his hand the bitter water that causeth the curse: And the priest shall charge her by an oath, and say unto the woman,

If no man have lain with thee, and if thou hast not gone aside to uncleanness with another instead of thy husband, be thou free from this bitter water that causeth the curse:

But if thou hast gone aside to another instead of thy husband, and if thou be

defiled,

and some man have lain with thee beside thine husband:

Then the priest shall charge the woman with an oath of cursing,

and the priest shall say unto the woman, The LORD make thee a curse and an oath among thy people, when the LORD doth make thy thigh to rot, and

thy belly to swell;

And this water that causeth the curse shall go

into thy bowels, to make thy belly to swell, and thy thigh to rot: And the woman shall say, Amen, amen. And the priest shall write these curses in a book, and he shall blot them out with the bitter water: And he shall cause the woman to drink the bitter water that causeth the curse: and the water that causeth the curse shall enter into her, and become bitter. Then the priest shall take the jealousy offering out of the woman’s hand, and shall wave the offering before the LORD, and offer it upon the altar: And the priest shall take an handful of the offering, even the memorial thereof, and burn it upon the altar, and afterward shall cause the woman to drink the water. And when he hath made her to drink the water, then it shall come to pass, that, if she be defiled, and have done trespass against her husband, that the water that causeth the curse shall enter into her, and become bitter, and her belly shall swell, and her thigh shall rot: and the woman shall be a curse among her people. And if the woman be not defiled, but be clean; then she shall be free, and shall conceive seed. This is the law of jealousies, when a wife goeth aside to another instead of her husband, and is defiled; Or when the spirit of jealousy cometh upon him, and he be jealous over his wife, and shall set the woman before the LORD, and the priest shall execute upon her all this law. Then shall the man be guiltless from iniquity, and this woman shall bear her iniquity.

“Ask all the questions that have never been answered and
Answer all the questions that have never been asked.”

Anatomy 1

My cold beating heart is superior to the puffy brown liver, wth a quiet quiver my midsection materializes
The stomach is inferior to the lungs of whos actual size is impressive once you realize
My brain pours love out to the people through peepholes
My brain is anterior to the posterior of my skull
Split the blunt in two, the guts are medial to the swisher
When the smoke clears lateral to my body,
My knowledge base is intermediate between genious and beginner
My thoughts are ipsilateral to my homies thoughts
Anybody who says cronie ain’t my homie
My thoughts are contralateral to mitt Romney he’s a fool
Right now my bare feet are proximal to the wave pool

My wrist is distal to my shoulder,
As I’m three minutes older
Skin veins prickle, they are superficial to my cold beating heart
And my cold, beating heart is deep to the skin of my warm chest that
I’m beating.

Welcome to my Diary.

Main Entry:
di·a·ry
Pronunciation:
\ˈdī-(ə-)rē\
Function:
noun
Inflected Form(s):
plural di·a·ries
Etymology:
Latin diarium, from dies day — more at deity
Date:
1581
1: a record of events, transactions, or observations kept daily or at frequent intervals : journal; especially : a daily record of personal activities, reflections, or feelings2: a book intended or used for a diary


My largest problem has been my inability to shift my focus into the "material" level of life…half in a dream state, half out...I couldn’t achieve greatness then because perfection requires a deep understanding of the basics, the lowest level, the elemental stages….I didn’t go to elementary skool!! I skipped the structure stage and went straight to the mind….yet I didn’t know that I was running a race with no shoes, until now.
In fact, I was great at building lego sets and putting toys together…but I always had instructions…you know, directions from the manufacturer…
The creator of the toys always wrote down directions for building a certain scene and included it with the lego’s…
So I just followed the “easy-to-read” instructions, which included images...and numbers…and I always built it right….
Then I knew how to build certain things, and I could modify those however I wanted, putting my twist on the design…
I’m really good at designing, modifying, and enhancing….
I haven’t been so good with the basic element, which my mind doesn’t know right now because it hasn’t been focused there.
So now I know.

Q&A

From Time Magazine, 2007: “The Hard Problem, on the other hand, is why it feels like something to have a conscious process going on in one's head--why there is first-person, subjective experience. Not only does a green thing look different from a red thing, remind us of other green things and inspire us to say, "That's green" (the Easy Problem), but it also actually looks green: it produces an experience of sheer greenness that isn't reducible to anything else. As Louis Armstrong said in response to a request to define jazz, "When you got to ask what it is, you never get to know."
The Hard Problem is explaining how subjective experience arises from neural computation. The problem is hard because no one knows what a solution might look like or even whether it is a genuine scientific problem in the first place. And not surprisingly, everyone agrees that the hard problem (if it is a problem) remains a mystery."

-RESPONSE-

Here the author is obviously using his “I” to answer the question, and all his I knows is what it knows, which in this case, is not shit. Louis Armstrong was a genious. If you got to ask what consciousness is, then you’ll never get to know, cuz getting to know requires that you experience what you want to know. Aside from the obsessively extensive mechanical mapping of the entire human body by millions of humans, it has become evident to even these crackheads that there is driver, an invisible part of us, who controls the brain, programming the body. This part in us is using the “nerve Center” to direct and order the appendages and reflexes.
This part, the mind, is an energy-structuring processing unifier, blindingly fast, working quickly to process each bit of information, splitting the waves into two and reconnecting them. Science does not like to admit that there is a brain, and there is a mind. They don’t want to discuss the fact that maybe nothing is created in the brain at all, maybe the information packages are sent to a “cosmic” antennae, in our heads, where the brain unfolds or processes it, and the consciousness gets to experience the information through the body.
If this is somewhat true, than here is a big missing link in the average Human Intelligence.
For those millions of people trapped drowning in cesspools of the Sense-Brain “World”, and those millions of others driven by the unconscious Mind-Memory intelligence function, the World can be a terrible, scary place.
99% of the entertainment, sports, business, war, prison, drug lord, health politics and science venues of today will become obsolete because of one simple variable.
Humans have, for centuries, abandoned their true nature.
As consciousness experiencing the sense-brain universe through the mind-memory interface,
We forgot who we were!
We were trapped on one thought planet in our mental universe, crying on earth when the whole galaxy is waiting expectantly with jewels of light.

You know what you are?

You are one of many.
You are a part of a whole.
You are energy experiencing energy.
You are consciousness experiencing form.
You are pure love, bitter hate, and passionate desire.
You are either in your body's reality, which is real,
or you are in your minds reality, which is not "real",
or you are in your consciousness reality,
and you have access to every solution for every formula,
every key to every lock
every answer to every question.



Your Welcome....If you'd like to inquire about donations then please e-mail me at the1miles@gmail.com.....

Moving Pictures

Each Moment is A Mystery.
Color the Air with your Attitude.
Escape the sewers of the Mind.
Join in Mother God's Dance.
Breathe her Essence.
Construct fresh formula's.
The last moment is history
The next moment is predictable.
Robots are predictable and programmed
fbi spies feed the media images
straight down from the top
corporate rain, gem games, lawyer lyrics
formed by capitalistic creations,
traced from the mind, copied from conception
to immaculate deception, election on the go monkey
masters erections grow frustrations shrink
shrunken heads electronic
robotic wave robots driven by the autonomic
systematic acrobatic sentence structure filling holes
avoiding trouble like lepracy, the first impression is
what leads to a legacy....

afterPath

Fear is a feeling
It happens where love
does, in your stomach
And it spreads like
Love does, when I’m scared
I don’t know it, I’m too good
At not showing it
Why should I ever be afraid,
I introspect, but I am now more than ever
Fear is a feeling
Face twisted, shoved in concrete
Skin flakes off, lost to the soles
Of people walking by the next day,
The night before, on that very same street
A young man was arrested and brutally beaten
Yet no one knows what sticks to their souls
Fear is a feeling
Deep in the pit
Quick as a rattlesnake
But with far less warning
Morning evening, pre-cognitive
While breathing
Fear is a feeling
It drives me crazy
I know I’m afraid
Yet I can’t see me
I know what scares me
Yet I can’t believe it
I know what scares you
Because you don’t want me see it.

2

I'm within myself, yet
I am two parts
Left middle right perfectly
centered, equal forces feeling
outwards sequence data peeling
forwards one image two
eyes I stare through
twin bubbles simultaeneously contemptoraneous
Two legs, one direction
My legs are as
seperated hovercrafts, force pressure
Two ears, one sound
My ears are as
drums mind gagging, purging
Everything is found within
itself observer of observed
the eternal conundrum Yin-
Yang of the light
darkened night, two hands
dancing amidst black and white
The keys unlock melodies
as my spine remains tingling
In the midst hydrogen
bound to oxygen, vitally
combined, the alchemist may be
sublime elixers mixed with
a melting motion
One
Plus
One
Out of two a birth
of something new
I am this reality, Yet I am
that reality
everywhere at once
Yet nowhere at all
It doesn’t make sense
Because sense is already made
feminine and masculine,
blade of a knife up and down,
waves
particles
Inhibitors which kill and hide
life Exciters instigating
breath from birth to death my temple
has a secret,
The secret is clear
the answer
to your temple is two
And love is not to fear

Reality, the Gatekeeper, and my Bubble

Vividly imagining
dodging the onset in a flash!
A brisk wind mind filtering the
energy it flows past
the flaming gatekeeper each cell
reacting instantly interacting, whoosh,
the clear wind ripples like a basketball net
against antennae skin deep
affecting but a stray eyelash
that had drifted onto my
shoulder The Great Wind,
colder now, maneuvers its collection
of scents and fears
onward into the East, greedily
speeding towards my enemy,
and I sigh…
with relief.
Air opens up
as if the energy was
enveloped desire revealing
information
hoped to be refreshing
fresh note, vivid color
new scent original path a new perspective
jewel communication convert to math
plucked ripe
from the vine bathed
fermented, filtered and I’m drunk
off shapes latex strolling
down the nape of your
neck we expect
respect as if we were already great,
which we seem to be
Y'all immobilized
by basic technology we
in a whole new millennium
and still the majority be
asking who am I and
why does I have
to die?
The game
is simple,
breeding complexity players on
my team be seers right next to me
and hunt in the present
rearranging the past
I peer into dark mirrors
nothing but a self-made mask
let loose
a primevil scream deep into the Moonscape
canines far removed
baring spectators scared so
they retreat from glaring
still I stare, on and on,
until perfection materializes,
the civilized hunter
plays new games
traversing
dreams and galaxies in
search of
energetic weaponry.

The hand falls with a crash to the ground floor, still much too slow for
the fly quivering in mid-flight

sensing the vibrations emanating from creations
nerves juiced up for turbo mode, nowhere to go

but this way and that, reverberating with a desperate fear

that drives the quickness thoughts power the jukes,

pushing against the thick clear air as a page flutters open in a dusty old book
the fly follows a speed ripple, accelerating and buzzing faster forgetting what came before the aftershock, narrowly dodging a rolled up sock, cutting shapes in the sky leaving the echo’s behind
The little wings energized, it flies out the house and soaks in the golden black sunrise.

#100

one man's trash is another man's treasure
one woman's Itch is another woman's pleasure....all dance but few do smoothly
reverberating, frantic, reacting in a panic, so many words for death
and so few for love
one jaw below and one poised above
quick as thought, surprisingly sustaining
spirit speaks through our skulls and from deep in the sky,
the satellite pulls at human tainted energies stalking, talking, electronic-thought beings
all jabbering and backstabbing and flapping lips releasing quivering quips
Don't trip, or do, Konsciousness settles in control of the panoramic view, the intelligent, thinking, simulation interface
somewhere within my inner face or enveloping the earth
Violet light, brighter than the shimmering blue beneath, all
encased in the white clarity of an angels sparkle
Neither Heaven nor Hell
exist as fate or spell
Magic allows what already is, and will continue to be
flooding the barriers of your reality defenders
oh how we pretended to relate
tenderly avoiding the gaps and holes
UnKonsciously allowing the robot to take hold of the steering
mechanism, car crashes, meltdowns and short circuiting
the circuits of the mind, you were taught to read
but you forgot to redefine the meanings meaning that
every moment your ancient intellect is leading the process,
yes,
this life is a process and I am a prophet and
all that I say is irrelevent, yet if I shut up for even an instant
the truth rushes through me until I translate and ruin it,
I'm confused and unorganized, random and problematic
one Woman's Chatter is another Woman's Epiphany
one Man's Clatter is another Man's Symphony.

Invisible Navigation

This Land is Land I
crafted with my hands
Molding matter into my open lair, floating upon
The grace of Mother Ocean
Surrounded, confounded by the greatness of space
The abundance of water, the immense proportions of stars
And air, and aware that this body of mine is also water and air and the elements of the stars which had seemed so rare.
Konsciousness reaches a sun bathed hand full of fingers down into
The refreshing pool of life, feeling for nutrients to supplement the air and water she has given the body so freely
My mind is clear, allowing pure thought
The energy, the navigation of this....energy is most
compelling to say the least, past released
My mast relaxed body flows wherever the invisible mind goes
Yes, eternal play but no,
It is not this way or that way,
Neti, Neti, I does not know.





Inspired by this article on Ancient Navigation:
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/easter/civilization/navigation.html

This guy is an Inspiration...just listen to his music, and the way he played his guitar?! Amazing...His Energy is off on another adventure....

Canadian guitarist Jeff Healey has died in Toronto Sunday after a battle with cancer. He was 41. Following a lengthy struggle with cancer, Healey passes away on the eve of the release of a new blues rock album.

Canwest News Service Blind guitar wizard Jeff Healey of Toronto died Sunday of cancer. He was 41. Norman Jeffrey Healey was one of Canada's premier blues and jazz musicians who is perhaps best known for his 1988 album See The Light, which included the hit single Angel Eyes. He was also nominated for a Grammy for the song Hideaway and in 1990, was awarded a Juno in the Entertainer of the Year category. Other Healey hits have included How Long Can a Man Be Strong and a cover of The Beatles' While My Guitar Gently Weeps. Healey lost his vision as a baby to a rare form of retinal cancer and he battled the disease throughout this life. His website said Sunday that he died with his wife, Cristie, at his bedside in Toronto's St. Joseph's Hospital. As a toddler, Healey picked up a guitar and, setting it on his knees, developed a distinct sound and playing style. By the time he was a teenager, Healey had formed a four-piece band called the Blue Direction and was playing in clubs throughout the Toronto area. His best known work came when he formed the Jeff Healey Band several years later with bassist Joe Rockman and drummer Tom Stephen. The Jeff Healey Band was a sellout act across Canada and sold over a million albums in the U.S. market.During the course of his musical career, he shared the stage with such music titans as Stevie Ray Vaughan, George Harrison and B.B. King.But Healey's passion was not always in rock music and later in his career branched into jazz, especially from the golden years of the genre in the 1920s and '30s. He released several jazz CDs and had a collection of some 25,000 78 rpm jazz records.Until recently, he had a show on a Toronto jazz station CJRT-FM.At the time of his death, Healey was about to unveil his first rock/blues CD_in eight years. Mess of Blues is scheduled to be released in Europe in March and in Canada on April 22. Healey had a long fight with cancer. In 2007, he underwent surgery to remove cancerous growths from his lungs. He had earlier had two sarcomas removed from his legs.

Once You Dwell in the Physical...

The Sea…Oh the city by the Water
High above the earthen cliff small and petite when
Mentally contrasted to the tallest peak
Somberly speaking in colorful murmurs to who else
But the meandering clouds
The city dwelled too long!
For the early prophets studied the stars above and
Below their naked feet, allowing consciousness to
Flow pure as the rivers were unimpeded and pure
As the air coated oxygen that was once free to roam
Into receptive lungs,
This past history, accessible only through the timelessness
Of memories, warned of waste, pointing a bony finger
Towards the truth whispering slippery secrets through the
Portals
Far below the tallest peak but perched above the earthen cliff
tumbled a great torrent future-bound with its origins in the past,
A past which was seen by those in touch with the entire scene,
those who dared to reach beyond what seemed to see.

InfoEnergy.

In search of Value.

The most valuable elements on earth are often combined and often seperated, and it just so happens that hydrogen and oxygen are in great abundance.

So what is Energy?

What is Focus?

What is Relaxation?

And what is Electricity?

Gravity?

Light?

Matter?

And what is it that a Drug does?

What is Time?

What is Space?

What is I?

What does it mean, to trace the image on the mental screen and become the image in every d e t a i l ?

Mother Theresa's Levitation Skills...

Though rapture brings us delight, the weakness of our nature at first makes us afraid of it, and we need to be resolute and courageous in soul... Occasionally I have been able to make some resistance but at the cost of great exhaustion, for I would feel weary afterwards as though I had been fighting with a powerful giant. At other times, resistance has been impossible: my soul has been borne away, ad indeed as a rule my head also, without my being able to prevent it; sometimes my whole body has been affected to the point of being raised up from the ground."
Saint Teresa described her efforts to resist such ecstasies and their physical effects:
"It seemed when I tried to make some resistance, as if a great force beneath my feet lifted me up. I confess that it threw me into great fear, very great indeed at first; for in seeing one's body thus lifted up from the earth, though the spirit draws it upwards after itself (and that with great sweetness, if unresisted), the senses are not lost; at least I was so much myself as to be able to see that I was being lifted up ... After the rapture was over, I have to say that my body seemed frequently to be buoyant(emphasis mine), as if all weight had departed from it, so much so that now and then I scarcely knew that my feet touched the ground."
Several witnesses said that they saw Teresa rise from the ground. In a deposition during the saint's beatification proceedings, for example, Sister Anne of the Incarnation stated that:
"I was in the choir waiting for the bell to ring when our holy Mother entered and knelt down ... As I was looking on, she was raised about half a yard from the ground without her feet touching it. At this I was terrified and she, for her part, was trembling all over. So I moved to where she was and I put my hands under her feet, over which I remained weeping for something like half an hour while the ecstasy lasted. Then suddenly she sank down and rested on her feet and turning her head round to me she asked me who I was and whether I had been there all the while. I said yes, and then she ordered me under obedience to say nothing of what I had seen, and I have in fact said nothing until the present moment."

From deeptrancenow.com

Absolute Brilliance, if you're an intelligent human then you've got to read these novels.

http://www.scribd.com/doc/639123/Penetration-Ingo-Swann