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Another Mini Mantra

Has emerged from a recent post

The first was “Time Slice”

Which recited, recognizes

That a mistake or victory

Occurred in the past is “back there”

Making the only moment one has

Is the moment you are experiencing

“Right now” meaning “Right now”

The next one is “Mountain Top”

Slightly more complicated

Not because it has an extra syllable

Rather from the perspective that

You are controlling you “self”

From a mountain top

Through bilocation and can see

From an objective perspective

How one needs to conduct their self

Recognizing reciprocity in the big picture

A karmic kaleidoscope if you will

Most powerfully while understanding

Plus accepting the “Butterfly Effect”

“: a property of chaotic systems by which small changes in initial conditions can lead to large-scale and unpredictable variation in the future state of the system”


Now, if I had a personality and a penchant for persuading people, to change their ways so that I wouldn’t have to change mine. I could write a best selling book, go on a speaking tour with these two simple mantras. “Time Slice” and “Mountain Top”, develop a fanatical following to the point I’d have to go into hiding to write another best seller, with a new four syllable mantra. “Leave Me Alone”.

But, since I don’t have that and wouldn’t want that notoriety, I am publishing them here for free. What you choose to do with them or how one plans to implement them is entirely up to you. If neither work, in any way, at least no one is out of any money. Like those paying for a secret, they already secretly know. But feel compelled to engage in a ritual for the ritual’s sake.

“I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, ‘Where’s the self-help section?’ She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.”


“If you’re looking for self-help, why would you read a book written by somebody else?”

– George Carlin


A brave new word

In a cowardly old world

As a crude compound of

Normal plus tragedy

Equals normaldy since

Tragedies are the norm

With barely any measurable

Linear detectable separation

Particularly with gun deaths

Reaching the statistical

Probability of predicting

When the next one(s)

Will occur as detached as

Using an actuarial table

For race, religion, youth and

Sexuality gender preferences

With higher than average

Particular targeting for dying

Earlier than from natural causes

Like any new word

Thrown into the lexicon

It would be adopted

With little resistance

Accepted like normal tragedies

Because heaven forbid

Any one do anything about it

Like stop making targets

“Can you calm down on your rutting just for a couple of seconds, until we figure out this FOOD/AIR DEAL?”

– Bill Hicks

Along with trying to figure out why our long indoctrinated, eon exhausted, unconscious compression, that murder is just another problem solver, with deadly karmic consequences.

The Murder Channel

“Why not, they’ve got all golf. WTF”

– George Carlin

Its premise and production

Could be in the same vein

As the Weather Channel

To forecast the likelihood

Of hot and cold murders

Based on extensive data collection

Of local and regional gun sales

Pockets of severe racism

Adolescent angst and

Access to deadly weapons

Parental adherence to the cliche

It takes a village to raise a child

Decisions could be made

Whether or not to

Send children to school or to

Dress them in heavy bullet proof vests

Or just a good pair of running shoes

Same goes for work violence

Were there unforseen layoffs

Or a “disgruntled” worker

Posting vengeful rants on

Saturated social media

Seems possible right

If there are algorithmic calculations

Based on quip and quick searches

Of how lava lamps work and for

Three weeks show up in an

Advertising loop on your “feed”

The same technology could be used

To determine dodging death

As a palpable prediction

If you or your children

Will live to see another sunrise

For content during the wee hours

Just like the Weather Channel

There could be reruns of significant

Mass murders like Columbine

Sandy Hook or Mandalay Bay

The close connection between

The weather and murder is that

Everyone talks about them both

But no one does anything about either

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Where this should have stopped.


As long as music has become irrelevant for inspiring social change. The murder channel could adopt the acronym MTV. Murder TV.

“Murder For Nothing”

I want my—I want my MTV [4x]

Now look at them yo-yos,
That’s the way you do it
You shoot your AK47 on the MTV

That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Celebrity for nothin’, go on a shooting spree

Now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain’t dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We got to bury daughters and sons
Graveyards and cemeteries
Memorized repeated eulogies

We got to sell these W MD’s
We got to glue eyes to these TVs

With deep apologies to “Dire Straights”

No Money In Change

(A pre-ramble to The Murder Channel)

No money in change

Must be the biggest fear

In our own evolution

Against our better interests

That there is not any

Quick big immediate profit

In comprehensive change


1b : to make radically different : TRANSFORM

– M-W.COM)

That would replace fear with love

Much better to be consistently

Scaring the bejeezus out of

An ignorant population through

Distraction, deception and dichotomies

Steeped like tea in hot fear

Against a quantum leap awareness

That we are all one consciousness

Experiencing our self, self’s, selves

Through projections and perceptions

Metaphorical mirrors reflecting us

Who are, instead of assuming an enemy

Outside of us is to be battled and killed

Is really showing who needs to be changed

But alas, there is no money in change

“Big Money”


Big money goes around the world
Big money underground
Big money got a mighty voice
Big money make no sound
Big money pull a million strings
Big money hold the prize
Big money weave a mighty web
Big money draw the flies

Sometimes pushing people around 
Sometimes pulling out the rug 
Sometimes pushing all the buttons 
Sometimes pulling out the plug 

It’s the power and the glory 
It’s a war in paradise 
A Cinderella story 
On a tumble of the dice

Big money goes around the world
Big money take a cruise
Big money leave a mighty wake
Big money leave a bruise
Big money make a million dreams
Big money spin big deals
Big money make a mighty head
Big money spin big wheels

Sometimes building ivory towers 
Sometimes knocking castles down 
Sometimes building you a stairway
Lock you underground 

It’s that old-time religion 
It’s the kingdom they would rule 
It’s the fool on television 
Getting paid to play the fool

It’s the power and the glory 
It’s a war in paradise 
A Cinderella story 
On a tumble of the dice

Big money goes around the world
Big money give and take
Big money done a power of good
Big money make mistakes
Big money got a heavy hand
Big money take control
Big money got a mean streak


Every Moment

Is a time slice

In the Space-Time loaf

On and on and on

Even the moments

Thinking of

Past moments or

Perceived future moments

Is still another

Slice in time

Trailing behind

An irreversible arrow

That never started and

Will never stop

“Can you dig it?”

George Carlin

Therefore the key

To know it all

Must be to know

In the moment

Each and every moment

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Inspired by Brian Greene’s audio book “The Fabric Of The Cosmos” Space, Time, and the Texture of Reality.

I guess since this posts posting landed on a holiday that has long since lost its original meaning and purpose. Is merely the eat and rest period before massive mindless mega consumption to satiate corporations main mantra.

“Keep it in the black, nevermind your soul, keep it in the black, in other words, business as usual” – George Carlin

Black Friday

May every moment be filled with thanks. So full with thanks, you have to give them away.

Happy Thanksgiving. Thanks for reading.

The Mountain Top

In a recent post was the following contemplation

“I am sure that somewhere on a cool dark mountaintop, there is a giant comfortable warm beanbag with my name on it.

Where I could engage in the dichotomous act of navel gazing and stargazing to contemplate infinity for infinity’s sake. Experience the pulse of the cosmos while breathing in the vacuum of space.”

Which does not necessarily fit in with my brain bumper sticker that reads “I am doing what I’d rather be doing.”

Kind of like “Do what you love, and the money will follow.” Both cosmically working out.

Therefore to satiate my narcissism and justify why I may not actually be on that mountaintop. Must consider that I might be there, having mastered the art of bilocation.

One, experiencing the pulse of the cosmos while breathing in the vacuum of space.

Two, projecting myself in this heliocentric hologram to have a subjective experience in order to make observations and share them with a small, but highly intelligent followers of this blog.

Let us see / hear, what it might sound like from the beanbag.

WOW AWESOME COOL (as if someone was around to hear)

Breathe in, Mmmm. Breathe out ahhhh.

Look at all those stars and planets, seemingly motionless, since most are moving at the same speed harmonious as one through the cosmos. With slight variations that unintentional collisions may occur following the universal constant that no two things can occupy the same place at the same time. What an out of this world light show.

Breathe in, Mmmm. Breathe out ahhhh.

Feeling the long slow rhythmic pulse. Like a faint clock tic toc on a nearby wall, undulating under the whooshing sounds of all the celestial bodies traveling through the cosmos.

Breathe in, Mmmm. Breathe out ahhhh.

Catching and sensing the constant solar explosions emanating life giving heat and light. In consistent intervals of dark and cool to stargaze, alternating with light and heat to engage in cloud busting.

Breathe in, Mmmm. Breathe out ahhhh.

Not sure who would want to read that everyday and stick around. Perhaps best, that observations continue to be made from behind the windshield sprinkling them with semi memorized comedian’s bits and song lyrics. That interject themselves into the cranium conversation going on inside my head as it all gets transcribed here.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Certainly in this dense dimension I’ve castigated my other self to.

The World Is….

Stepping back

The world is

The way

The world is


The world is

The way we want it


The world would be

The way

The world would be

If the collective

Wanted that more

A strange supposition indeed


Must be some crazy

Yin and yang

If we didn’t have a

Belly that was empty

We wouldn’t have a

Belly to fill

If we didn’t have a

Homeless person

We wouldn’t have a

House to build

If we didn’t have a

War to fight

We wouldn’t have a

War to stop

If we didn’t have a

Planet to destroy

We wouldn’t have a

Planet to save

Certainly I’d have

Nothing to write about

The way

The world is…..

If the world

Was the way

Of peace, harmony

Sharing, compassion

Love and understanding


I’m okay with that

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

I am sure that somewhere on a cool dark mountaintop, there is a giant comfortable warm beanbag with my name on it.

Where I could engage in the dichotomous act of navel gazing and stargazing to contemplate infinity for infinity’s sake. Experience the pulse of the cosmos while breathing in the vacuum of space.

The Bright Side

When it is

20 degrees Fahrenheit

Below zero

Which is

52 degrees Fahrenheit

Below freezing

It is too cold

To snow

Pro = For….Right?

A political ad by Miss Representing

(Not actual name, on the billboard)

The trouble with ads that one sees over and over again, like on billboards is questioning their intent versus their implication.

Here is one, a candidate had up for waaay too long. A short but savvy sweet message.

Pro Family

Pro Choice

Pro Privacy

Elect Miss Representing to district zero

In an exponential excremental exposition of hyperbolic hypocrisy this ad was a poster in contradiction.

I too am for family, choice* and privacy, who wouldn’t be. I am just not running for office.

A picture is worth a thousand words. The picture on the billboard was probably worth two thousand words. Promise I won’t make it that long.

It was a BIG picture of a big family of five, (more than 3, is big in my estimation)

“It’s irresponsible to have more than one child. Have one. Have one child, replacement value for yourself, that’s all. Don’t even replace your husband. Don’t replace your husband. No. He’s done enough fucking damage as it is.”

– George Carlin

Besides, the words on the billboard and the picture, should convey and backup the same message to be really effective……right?

While it is cute to be, for family and for choice*.

For one, those cancel each other out. Two, no one in the picture was holding a jar of a fetus in formaldehyde. Making the message a misrepresentation of marketing.

Three, if you are for family and for privacy, you would not have exposed the identity of your family’s identities for political gain, by plastering their likenesses on the side of the highway for every schmuck to be able to identify.

*Just to be clear, I am all for every human being having the right to live to their fullest divine potential, no matter how small they start out to be or how old they get.

Where this should have stopped.

However, if soldiers and police have the legal loophole of qualified immunity to kill who they are told to, (because their Uncle Sam ordered them to) or feel like, due their self hatred disguised as racism. Then half the population should have the same loophole.

Their body, their choice = qualified immunity.

Making murder illegal by suggesting it is immoral is merely a power play by those in power as an arbitrary ambiguous line to cross if it fills their pocketbooks.

Murder is wrong, unless power needs a resource it is willing to sacrifice soldiers against Sovereign citizens to acquire more power.

Thou shalt not kill, seems only to apply to the womb because……”Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”

– George Carlin

Maybe if society stops killing out of the womb fetuses, a paradigm shift will occur and no more will need to be planted as replacements.

Ones that aren’t wanted, to grow up with that sensation, unintentionally forcing them to join a government gang to feel like they belong there. Albeit to kill people, but at least with a sense of belonging.

Only conscious acts of conscientious parents fully equipped and qualified to be guides to divine sparks ought to be reproducing.

“We have to have a beautiful world where children can come to, okay?”

– Bill Hicks

I am pro a beautiful world.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

“Time Slice”

Is becoming

My mini mantra

To put things

In perspective

Of what happened

“Back” there in the

Space-Time loaf

Whether it be

A moment ago

Or what seems like

A millennia ago

Dwelling on either

Only steal from the

Moment I ought / am to

Be experiencing now

Inspired by Brian Greene’s audio book “The Fabric Of The Cosmos” Space, Time, and the Texture of Reality.

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