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...
Sunday, October 19, 2008
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.
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.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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 existence2 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
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
Friday, October 10, 2008
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.
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.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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.
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