Of our collective consciousness
Are made up as we go along with
The rules and parameters of our
Subjective unconsciousness
There is no “morality”
Only herd / heard of morality
Still, within the human herd
It is subjective and malleable
To individual whims and wishes
It is “wrong” to kill a “human” being
If it is swimming in a placenta pool
Though no soul may be in the vehicle
(There may be an engine, but no driver)*
Once it gets out of the celestial room
On to this dense dense dimension
Not nearly old enough to drink
Yet always old enough to die
Waving a flag defending some ism
Its corporate masters find them
To be acceptable fodder moving targets
Plenty expendable for their bottom line
“Conservatives want live babies, so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”
– George Carlin
The talking heads will close out
A sad segment of the latest
If it bleeds it leads story of school and
Other mass shootings with a call or
Shout out of thoughts and prayers
To the victims families….how nice
(Heaven forbid(s) rational gun control)
(Must be a shortage of harp players)
Yet in a subsequent segment
Will praise the policymakers
For sending guns, bombs and tanks
You know…. bigger devices
Paid for with public funds (taxes)
That kill more humans more quickly
Against some adversary, once an ally
Of humans long out of the pool
Thoughts and prayers for one side
But not the other side I suppose
Because……..f#@% them I guess
Not exactly what…….Jesus would do
“I don’t care how many push-ups you can do, put on a helmet, go wait in that fox hole. We’ll tell you when we need you to kill somebody.”
– Bill Hicks
All because Oceania is at war with
Eastasia…..or was it Eurasia
Sometimes it is hard to tell since
Our faux big brother wraps up a
Different two minutes hate then
Our littler (ratings) brother does
With a kinder more opaque way
To justify the casual corporate killing
Keep this in mind when the
Infiltration of your media mind
Turns into indoctrination of
The rules and parameters to
Which one unwittingly abides
“I write to exculpate the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
“All we are saying is give peace a chance”
– John Lennon
*
According to Helen Wambach’s hypnotic research experiment “Life Before Life” that not only do you pick “your” parents.
You decide when you get in the car…..before you leave the garage. (My words, not hers, but egotistically, a damn good analogy.)
Engine = heartbeat
Driver = soul
Vehicle / car = fetus
Placenta pool = womb
Let’s see, what else did I squeeze in there.
Oh yeah
Celestial room = heaven
Garage = vagina
If the NFL can stop a game
Because a player is hurt
Something to consider then….
WHAT IF humanity
Could stop a war, because
A soldier was killed?
Or a civilian
Or a pregnant mom
With other children
Which would seem to be
The most violent abortion
One could have and not survive
Just asking ????????
For 8 Billion friends
Playing the game of life
Ooopsie WHAT?
STOP A WAR
There’s no profit in that option
No military industrial complex
To waste Trillions of $$ on
Pitting humanity against itself
While earning and surviving
To keep up with the Joneses
Building stockpiling destroying
“People don’t want anything near ‘em… except military bases. They don’t mind that do they? They like that. Give ‘em an army base, give ‘em a navy base, makes ‘em happy, why? Jobs! Jobs! Self-interest! Even if the base is loaded with nuclear weapons, THEY DON’T GIVE A FUCK!!!
They say “well, I’ll take a little radiation if I can get a job!” Working people have been fucked over so long in this country, those are the kind of decisions they’re left to make.”
– George Carlin
“Football represents something we are –
We are Europe, Jr. When you get right down to it, we’re Europe, Jr. We play a Europe game.
What was the Europe game?
“Let’s take their land away from them! You’ll be the pink, on up; we’ll be blue, the red and the green!”
Ground acquisition. And that’s what football is, football’s a ground acquisition game. You knock the crap out of eleven guys and take their land away from them.
Of course, we only do it ten yards at a time.
That’s the way we did it with the Indians – we won it little by little. First down in Ohio – Midwest to go!
– George Carlin
We laugh, because it’s true. Because….
If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.
Oscar Wilde
But after the laughter. We are supposed to look in the mirror, address that which we don’t like what we see, fix it. Then next time we all look, we will all be more beautiful.
And, less likely to kill our collective self.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
“The reason I talk to myself is that I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”
– George Carlin
I know that, with my communication skill, most of my communications kill, any message, thought, idea, scenario, story, that I might attempt to convey.
Still, the mere idea, that anything can be communicated at all, is absolutely miraculous. Given each individual’s subjective experience, like learning, knowing and using, a word such as miracle.
Miracle
2 : an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing or accomplishment
– M-W.com *
Which many like to attribute to *1: “divine” intervention, when merely having an idea with the compulsion to express it to another human being is *1: an extraordinary event.
Me writing this for instance. WHY??? (Save, some solipsistic amusement.) I have no idea.
Let alone, how chemical reactions occurring in my cranium, decide to trigger nerve endings through some (CPU) central processing unit. Which travel down my arms through my fingers to type words, instantaneously corresponding with what my eyes see. Guess what, it makes sense to me.
(I could not type this, without them being open…….. I’ve tried.)(Maybe, if I had a “real” keyboard, instead of an electronic one.)
In the vaguest of hopes, that someone else will read this and maybe make sense of it all, basically in a reverse process. Minus the arms and hands, although you may be holding a phone. Just eyes and brains.
It is a miracle. Considering also, that as this post was manifesting in my mind, in my body, through my fingers, onto a screen. The planet was rotating and hurling through space, so where it originated can not be found, because it happened……..back there. Thousands of miles away and who knows how many rotations, by time you read this, or even while I reread this to proofread what I wrote. Whew.
Which in a very odd way, leans towards the impossible proof of Einstein’s theory that everything is happening all at once.
Same goes for everything existing infinitely. It just changes shape, malleable, along with the misinterpretations of my communication/s/kill.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Unfortunately only
Just enough
Daily distractions
To disturb docility
But never enough to
Reinvigorate revolution
But there is no “They” to blame
Save to look into the mirror
Knowing one does not
Like what one sees
Decides to point a finger
At the imperfections
That “need” to be changed
When instantaneously
The other’s finger is
Pointing to the person
That really really needs
To be the one changing
The fingers go down
The fists get clenched
Faces get angrier
Arms start swinging
Connections never make
Like shadow boxing
Everyone in each mirror
Is worn the f@&k out
Exhausted falls asleep
Literally, physically
Metaphorically
Un / consciously
Because they have had
Enough
Nary to recognize
All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage”
– Rush
“I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could’ve been any clearer
If they wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at (my)self and then make a change”
– Michael Jackson
The language we use
To deceive ourselves
That something is
Other than what it is
Starting with electric cars
That do not actually start
They may run, however
There is no starter
They simply turn on
Likewise they are not
“Run” by electricity
(Lots of cords would get tangled)
Which is AC
An alternating current
They “run” by DC
A direct current
Or rather a draining current
From storage batteries
Charged, when connected
To…….electricity
But no one would want
To profess they drive
A battery powered vehicle
That is what kid’s toys and
Golf carts are powered by
(Nevermind, those are one in the same)
Instead of changing the language
To reflect what actually is
Electric vehicles sound
(Though, there isn’t much sound)
Much more magical than say
Battery (scoff) powered ones that have
Corrosive containers filled with
Toxic acid and heavy lead
Which, like petroleum products
Have to be extracted from
The earth in ecological
Devastating mining operations
Same goes for the coal used
To power the power plants
Generating electricity to
Charge the batteries or
Those power plants that
Utilize nuclear explosions
To heat water to turn turbines
Leaving behind radioactive waste
Ignoring its harmful effects, while
“Movin’ me down the highway
Rollin’ me down the highway
Movin’ ahead so life won’t pass me by”
– Jim Croce
“We Work The Black Seam”
“This place has changed for good
Your economic theory said it would
It’s hard for us to understand
We can’t give up our jobs the way we should
Our blood has stained the coal
We tunneled deep inside the nation’s soul
We matter more than pounds and pence
Your economic theory makes no sense
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can’t control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years
Is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together
The seam lies underground
Three million years of pressure
Packed it down
We walk through ancient forest lands
And light a thousand cities with our hands
Your dark satanic mills
Have made redundant all our mining skills
You can’t exchange a six inch band
For all the poisoned streams in Cumberland
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can’t control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years
Is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together
And should the children weep
The turning world will sing their souls to sleep
When you have sunk without a trace
The universe will suck me into place
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can’t control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years
Is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together”
– Sting
A follow-up to
No One Is Qualified
Though egos will never
Consider otherwise
To think that one man
Can not solve any problem
(Sorry ladies, you’ll get your chance
When hu”man”ity evoles)
Through we need you now
More than ever before
“The only person who can solve our problems is God, and She isn’t running this year “
RFK
The way things are going
The only way a “female” * will get into office
Is if a man transgenders to get there
Oopsie
* Would have used the term Broad
With no sexist intent
But rather to eliminate the
Gileadian language “of-men” ownership
Fe-male, wo-man and s-he all because
A bipedal earthling artist has a vagina
Who is linguistically not he-r own person
Shackled to words as a whole
Society is afraid to change
Because it has always been that way
Now, back to my previously scheduled rant
The office of President
Is arrogant by design
Just by the trappings of power alone
With that “Father Knows Best” complacency
Indoctrinated in society of
Someone who has never
Gotten their hands dirty
Fixing anything
Is somehow now expected
To rebuild an engine that has
Never run in the first place
Take immigration for example
This country was “built” by immigrants
After stealing it from its indigenous people
Now….someone decides to close the door
Why
It is not done being built yet
Look around there is lots of work to do
Roads, bridges, high speed rail
Houses to house the homeless,
Harvest food to feed the starving, etc.
You know, stuff…..Jesus would do
That those here do not want to do
Because complaining and pointing fingers
Is an unpaid job too many people hold
People ought be thrilled that
America is still a country worth coming to
Because if it wasn’t
Things would be really bad
It is still not a problem
Any one person can solve
Here’s a metaphorical stretch
So put your thinking caps on
Immigration could be like
The oxygen mask on an airplane
That appears due to turbulence
Where people are advised
To put on their mask first
(Utilize the immigrants who are here)
Breath…fix the immediate problem
Then when the mask (society’s problems)
Are fixed here, we can safely assist
The immigrants put on their mask
Fix the problems of why they left
Their country in the first place
Which would be about the time
We would realize
Society would not want them to leave
We are all on this airplane together
Flying through the cosmos
And if we don’t take care
Of all the passengers
Regardless who is the captain
(Though it seems to be on autopilot)
We are all going to crash
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
“There isn’t a way things should be. There’s just what happens, and what we do.”
Terry Pratchett
That being said…..
No one is qualified
To do an alleged job
No one “should” want
To do in the first place
By campaigning to
Everyone they can that
They themselves can do it
Having, for the most part
Never done it before
Exemplifying the Peter principle
Rising to the one’s level
Of incompetence and staying there
For four years at at a time
To singularly guide
A nation of consumers
Into consuming more
“It’s the economy, stupid.”
– James Carville
By satiating a fragile ego
Weakened by an inferiority complex
That they will soon occupy
The most powerful office
In the world and sit smugly
Behind a resolute desk
To wield their whims and wishes
When not being puppeted by the
Puppeteers who got them in there
“If voting made any difference they wouldn’t let us do it.”
― Mark Twain
Just for shits and giggles, suppose someone was elected US President who was morally and ethically squeaky clean. No skeletons in any closet, all waiting to jump out on inauguration day. Confusing expectations of the American consumer.
As soon as some corporation needed a resource in another region of the globe and needed some military “assistance” to depopulate the area, with guns and bombs.
Usual under the guise of defeating some “ism” form of government, that is not democracy. Or under the illusion of feeding starving people.
They would immediately become an untouchable mob boss with blood dripping from their hands after sending in soldiers to do the dirty work. Try as they might, to find a peaceful solution.
“I have this feeling man, ’cause you know, it’s just a handful of people who run everything, you know … that’s true, it’s provable. It’s not … I’m not a fucking conspiracy nut, it’s provable.
A handful, a very small elite, run and own these corporations, which include the mainstream media.
“I have this feeling that whoever is elected president, like Clinton was, no matter what you promise on the campaign trail – blah, blah, blah – when you win, you go into this smoke-filled room with the twelve industrialist capitalist scum-fucks who got you in there.
And you’re in this smoky room, and this little film screen comes down … and a big guy with a cigar goes, “Roll the film.”
And it’s a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you’ve never seen before … that looks suspiciously like it’s from the grassy knoll.
And then the screen goes up and the lights come up, and they go to the new president,
“Any questions?”
“Er, just what my agenda is.”
“First we bomb Baghdad.”
“You got it …”
– Bill Hicks
As a hypothetical situation, if everything was absolutely transparent and honest. If the council of the twelve industrialist capitalist scum-fucks, held a press conference to declare, that gasoline will be $14.00 a gallon (that’s $13.999 to you and me) unless a war is started, people will get killed. Innocent lives will be lost, would there really have been any more protests? Probably not.
Because looking back at either Iraq wars, or the alleged attempt to feed starving people in Somalia, that is essentially what happened by oil family Bush businesses. With a little help from their friends, like Haliburton, Blackwater, etc.
“Blood On The World’s Hands”
“Sometimes it makes me wonder
Sometimes it makes me question
Sometimes it makes me saddened
Always it makes me angry but…
When you can see it happening
The madness that’s all around you
Nobody seems to worry
The world seems so powerless to act…
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
Each day a new toll
Another assassination
The same day a new creation
But what are they coming into
Security of a world that brings…
One day another killing
Somewhere there’s someone starving
Another a savage raping
Meanwhile there’s someone
Laughing at us
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
Each day it goes on
Brutality and aggression
Tomorrow another lesson
Expecting another air raid
Praying for a ceasefire
They say things are getting better
No need to be complacent
There’s chaos across the border
And one day it could be happening to us
It’s out of control
Blood on the world’s hands
It’s our epitaph
It’s out of control
Someone should know
Blood on the world’s hands
Someone Should”
– Iron Maiden
Someone “should” run for office
Though no one is qualified.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Is being dangled while
The economic indicators
Are riding the train
Like a dead drumbeat
Ominous warnings and
Foreboding forecasts
Permeate the media
As to the “potential” collapse
Of one’s current livelihood
Is imminently approaching
If not already predetermined
Meanwhile, not sure if this is true
Yet, what I learned long ago is
That if the trains are running
Carrying cars and cargo
The most obvious is lumber
Since it can be seen
Everything is just fine
So why dangle
The fear carrot
Because that is how
Everything is just fine
Fear motivates
People to consume
Which is what our economic
House of cards is built on
And not the timber
Riding the trains
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
According to the rules of making up words, which is a rule I just made up, is that one can make up a new word. As long as the new word is given a definition, in the content and context in which it is derived.
Beception : a belief / perception gives the user of the word, as they are using the word in the “now” “real-time” moment, a chance to question their beliefs as information is presented.
Having a beception gives the orator or writer an instant to question, while explaining their understanding, of the message they are attempting to convey.
Consider the following.
It is my beception (belief/ perception) that the earth is round.
Since somehow, this notion has entered the unconscious of some earthling inhabitants, that it might be flat. Usually stated with emphatic conviction, never assuming it could be otherwise.
The listener or reader, could then also question the validity or “provability” of the statement. Since it doesn’t state specifically, the earth is round, or present an opinion that the earth is flat. Though, almost every near and far celestial bodies and stars are spherical in shape. As far as I am aware, give or take, science, observations, logic, gravity and telescopes.
The slight trouble with the word beception is that it reads and sounds too much like deception. Which is also what happens when people are deceived by their beliefs and not questioning whether or not what they believe, is real, or indoctrinated imagination.
Who knows, perhaps it was all those school displays and spherical suspended mobiles, that lead me to that beception.
Have I been to the moon? No. Have I been to Mars? No. Have I been to the sun? Definitely not!
Have I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane to observe what I was informed is the curvature of the earth, at 12,500 feet above the earth? Yes.
Could I be wearing a virtual reality headset, since birth to see an artificial reality, programmed to keep me distracted from knowing my true self and identity?
Probably not, but that is as good of a beception that the earth is flat.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Parallel or otherwise
Hanging by a thread
Held together by string theory
Is the possibility of a
Dimension of no distraction
Just plenty of the best
Cooperation and sharing
Balance with evolution
Competing to out kind ourselves
In a win-win free for all
No groups to join
No hats or armbands to wear
No flags to wave
No religion to adhere to
No invisible borders to separate
The haves from the have less
The wants from the want more
How to enter that realm
Is through the door
Of the mind’s eye
Knowing it is there
All one has to do
Is look within
To experience that
Other universe
Attached within…..
This one
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 