“This is a place where gun store owners are given a list of stolen credit cards, but not a list of criminals and maniacs.
Now they are thinking of banning toy guns, and they are going to keep the f**king real ones..”
– George Carlin
Heightened Security
Deepened Ambiguity
Hype End Obliquity
Increased Obscurity
Deadened Reality
Blurring Sanity
Diminishing Humanity
Evolution Depravity
Perpetual Calamity
Existence Finality
Collective Responsibility
Paradigm Shift Ability
Awakening Spirituality
Demanding Accountability
Increasing Survivability
Karma Clarity
Existential Morality
Selfish Rationality
Oneness Achievablity
If It Is ?
An act of pure evil
Or act of terrorism
It depends on who is acting
or who is terrorising
If it is one against us
It is pure evil
If it them against us
It is an axis of evil
If it us against them
It is democracy
If it us against one
It is heroic
If is us against us
It is the right to bear arms
If it them against them
It is for religion
If it is themselves against them
It is civil unrest
If it ourselves against us
It is blue lives murder
If it is anyone for other’s resources
It is corporate imperialism
If it is never proven or declared
It is convenient justification
If it country against country
It is war
If it is countries against countries
It is world war
If it is dictator against “leader”
It is silly, dangerous and entertaining
If it continues
it is an eye for an eye
And the whole world is blind
It is isn’t it?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
“Who are you?”
The Who
Who are you?
I am Angelo Devlin
Who is that?
I am me
Hmmm
Who are you?
I am a person
Thought this
Would be easier
Who are you?
I am 51
I have a family
A house
A car
A dog
A job
Who are you? What is 51?
My age
What is age?
A measurement of how long I’ve lived
A measurement based on what?
Trips around the sun
Whew
Who are you?
I have a beautiful wife
A great life
I am a husband, a dad, a papa
I own a business
I drive a truck
I like music / enjoy comedians
I read / listen to books
All that, or I guess
I don’t understand the question
One more time
Who Are You?
Fine
I am a migratory speck of space dust, with an uncanny ability to experience my unknown whereabouts in the cosmos.
With fractional and fractured glimpses of a perceived reality tethered invisibly with other space particles. That through a mystical awareness can feel, think, feel observe, touch, hear, taste.
Experiencing life subjectively through a series of linear illusions that give surrender to memories, feelings and reason. For no point and no purpose, save any notion of narcissistic arrogance that beyond being anything more than a particle or a wave thinks itself special.
To the point, that itself “thinks” it can alter its consciousness, ability to be at peace, change its circumstances, how it interacts with encompassing illusions.
Simply by deluding its awareness and putting it’s fingers on a keyboard and transferring thoughts to a screen
Ok
Who are you?
I don’t know
Perfect, now we are getting somewhere.
Inspired by
Eckhart Tolle
“A New Earth”
A thousand screaming crickets
Perched inside of my right ear
Adjacent to tall grass and thickets.
Make it extremely difficult to hear
Huh, what, for which I’m given flack
It would be quieter at the airport
With the squeals heard on the tarmac
Another thing that makes temper short
A phenomenon anyone would dread
If could only be lifted like a morning fog
Is it crickets, or voices in my head
Then, might not have anything to blog
Splatter shot, connected non sequiturs.
Flag discerning
45 Shit stirring
Reality blurring
Liberties burning
“I hate patriotism, I can’t stand it man, it makes me fucking sick! It’s a round world the last time I checked, okay? Y’know what I mean?
In fact, that’s how we can stop patriotism, I think. Instead of putting stars and stripes on our flags, we should put pictures of our parents #ucking!”
– Bill Hicks
Rant in E-minor:
“A new flag (Patriotism)”
“Better the pride that resides
In the citizens of this world
Than the pride that divides
When a colorful rag is unfurled”
– Rush
“Territories”
It is not for debate, it is for distraction.
The healing debate would be determining the best method possible to rid individuals of their blind and oft dichotomous devotion to a symbol that to them, represents freedom, yet they don’t want it to.
BTW, these are the same people who want to have their cake and eat it too.
No one has died for a flag.
Save for what it mostly represents these days. Corporate imperialism, sabre rattling, bombastic bullying, blatant racism, religious intolerance, immigration scapegoating, Putin puppeteer placating. Deceptive distractions, criminal collusion.
Freedom seems to be one of those magical golden words, those diamond encrusted platinum words, that smell like roses, emanating heat and light, like the life force of the sun, giving rise to hope and wonder. Interpreted individually, elevated spiritually.
Sacred in its deep resonate tonal qualities that inspires one of the highest ideals possible, as the desire for peace and love.
Like the first breath of a newly born bipedal earthling artist (inhale) “freeeeee” all the nuances of this new world (exhale) “dom” settling in with their divinity fully intact, ready for the new adventure.
Freedom is the freedom to express, using whatever means necessary to bring life evolving change. If any one of our fellow space travelers is getting systematically hurt and killed based solely on their skin.
It would be in everyone’s best to take a knee, or perhaps two, as raised awareness might bring about necessary change.
So that when it comes around to anyone who has peachy pigment, baked bronzing, sanguine skin, eggshell epidermis, or jaundice jumpsuit, “state” power won’t come after your bag of bones.
Regardless the color of the container.
So that post natal abortion doctors driving around in a squad car, dont have to give the fully grown fetus the choice to live or die.
Simply because they were afraid, and they have carte blanch to do the states bidding as they see fit. With paid leaves, acquittal and exoneration.
I guess tazers are too unlethal.
“Torn flag”
– Pete Seegar
At midnight in a flaming angry town
I saw my country’s flag
lying torn upon the ground.
I ran in and dodged
among the crowd,
And scooped it up,
and scampered out to safety.
And then I took
this striped old piece of cloth
And tried my best
to wash the garbage off.
But I found it had been used
to wrapping lies.
It smelled and stank
and attracted all the flies.
While I was feverishly at my task,
I heard a husky voice that seemed to ask:
“Do you think you could change
me just a bit?
Betsy Ross did her best,
but she made a few mistakes.
My blue is good, the color of the sky.
The stars are good for ideals, oh, so high.
Seven stripes of red are strong
to meet all danger;
But those white stripes: they, they need some changing.
I need also some stripes
of deep, rich brown,
And some of tan and black,
then all around
A border of God’s gracious green
would look good there.
Maybe you should slant the stripes,
then I’d not be so square.”
I woke and said, “What a ridiculous story.
Don’t let anybody say I suggested tampering with Old Glory.”
But tonight it’s near midnight, and in another flaming town
Once again I hear my country’s flag lies torn upon the ground.
What is flags, football?
The jeopardy question, to the answer.
Two things society can absolutely live without.
Under the category “Idiotic Stuff” for $50.
I’m an atheist, but, not very strong in my faith. Catch myself praying in tight spots.
– Brett Erickson
How can faith supersede proof, using biblical references? That is not faith, that is conjecture. With the supposition being that it was translated with perfect accuracy from Hebrew, Aramaic and Greek. Written down years after they were originally orated, remembered and retold.
Then translated and revised, re-translated and re-re-revised. Depending on who was in “charge” or who wanted to be.
Consider it then, as a printed version of the “telephone” game. It is audacious to regard, that what remains in the hundreds of varied versions printed or audibly recorded, would garner anything but encryption as to what the “word” of God is.
“You know there is a living God that will talk directly to you – not through the pages of a Bible, that forgot to mention dinosaurs.”
– Bill Hicks
Faith has such an intrinsic essence, infused with all the energy of the cosmos. That the words of God, the reflections of the universe, resonate right past logic and reason, bypassing the brain and speaking directly to the heart.
Where this stopped and probably “should” have. Yet fingers kept going.
Having no religion, my “faith” tells me that no all powerful, all knowing, all loving God, drowned “his” first batch of kids.
Genesis 6:7
So the Lord said, “I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created—and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground—for I regret that I have made them.”
– New International Version (NIV)
Conclusion : God loves fish.
Nor did “he” “allow” filial-cide, as a tool of manipulation to “forgive” any bipedal earthling artist of their alleged transgressions.
Perception : The rewriter’s used that to control people to behave to their liking.
“If God is so pro life, why did he send his son here to DIE?”
Tom Simmons
Oddly enough, though one might not extrapolate it from reading this. Methinks that Jesus character existed, just not with the badly believable beginning or eerie awful ending.
Here’s a qualifier, give it the “heart” test.
Could either of the above ring true, if both are contradictory to thou shall not kill?
Strange advice coming from someone whose heart is, perhaps smaller than the Grinch’s. Where rationale, logic and incomprehensible selfishness reside.
Consider, God is the thought, before the thought is “assigned” a word.
“Words are all we have, really. We have thoughts, but thoughts are fluid.
Then we assign a word to a thought and we’re stuck with that word for that thought.
So be careful with words. I like to think that the same words that hurt can heal, it is a matter of how you pick them.”
– George Carlin
Based on what you have read so far, is it hypocrisy of biblical proportion to keep referencing it?
John 1:1
In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.
Goin to stop here, before I gut future planned posts, unwritten ones or repeat too many previous ones.
Or go off on some wild tangent that might completely dilute this post.
Somewhat inspired by
– Eckhart Tolle
“A New Earth”
Although Eckhart Tolle, might think me completely insane.
Doesn’t it seem like Don and Kim are two obnoxious narcissists stupid drunk on their own power in the biosphere bar.
Causing a chaotic rabble ruckus enough to get the attention of the bouncer, that one might get kicked out so that both may save face?
Both being able to declare that if they were not separated, all hell would have broke loose and they could have beaten the other one senseless, had they the chance.
Except……….
There are no bouncers.
All the onlookers watch in amusement can see what is happening, with no one egging on, or chanting up either one.
Knowing full well, if they don’t solve it themselves, it will be paused with a stalemate while each get their brother (military, and weapons of annihilating destruction) to perpetuate the fight.
Unfortunately locking the bar doors in on everybody making sure all the patrons get hurt simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight.
Too cliché
Too weak
Star moving star warming
First star I see this morning
Appreciate the creative burning
To live the life that I am enjoying
“And immediately, I thought of the sun. Happened like that. Overnight I became a sun-worshipper. Well, not overnight, you can’t see the sun at night. But first thing the next morning, I became a sun-worshipper.
Several reasons. First of all, I can see the sun, okay? Unlike some other gods I could mention, I can actually see the sun. I’m big on that. If I can see something, I don’t know, it kind of helps the credibility along, you know?
So everyday I can see the sun, as it gives me everything I need; heat, light, food, flowers in the park, reflections on the lake, an occasional skin cancer, but hey.
At least there are no crucifixions, and we’re not setting people on fire simply because they don’t agree with us.
Sun worship is fairly simple. There’s no mystery, no miracles, no pageantry, no one asks for money, there are no songs to learn, and we don’t have a special building where we all gather once a week to compare clothing.
And the best thing about the sun, it never tells me I’m unworthy. Doesn’t tell me I’m a bad person who needs to be saved.
Hasn’t said an unkind word. Treats me fine. So, I worship the sun. But, I don’t pray to the sun. Know why? I wouldn’t presume on our friendship. It’s not polite.”
– George Carlin
“The Prisoner”
We want information
Information
Information
Who are you?
The new number 2
Who is number 1?
You are number 6
I am not a number!
I am a free man!
– Iron Maiden
– “The Prisoner” A late 60’s TV show
Could there be a more subtle global authoritarianism laid out in the simplicity of having to posses a piece of paper / plastic “stating” where you are from?
Declaring to a subordinate state system surrogate, stating where you are going. What “borders” you can “cross”. If you may return or not.
Where you belong, where you reside, who you pay your loyalties to (taxes), enabling you, your “privilege” to drive.
Whether or not, if you are found deceased if some one else can use your parts that in no way shape or form will you be able to use them.
With different pieces of paper or plastic to distinguish between whether or not you are able to qualify for medical help. Likewise the quality of that care, based on what “info” is printed or programmed onto such.
Simply because of the “value” of what you do in society is given a numerical assignment as to how many numbers you get with varying degrees of commas and a period deciding your “worth”.
Laid out on either paper or plasma screens, representing something that does not exist in the first place.
Strangeness that you can take all the way to the “bank”. Something to think about.
“The Prisoner”
We want information
Information
Information
Who are you?
The new number 2
Who is number 1?
You are number 6
I am not a number! I am a free man!
[Laughter]
I’m on the run, I kill to eat
I’m starving now, feeling dead on my feet
Going all the way, I’m natures beast
Do what I want and do as I please
Run – Fight – To breathe – It’s tough
Now you see me now you don’t
Break the walls I’m coming out
Not a prisoner I’m a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don’t care where the past was
I know where I’m going …out!
If you kill me it’s self defense
And if I kill ya’ then I call it vengeance
Spit in your eye I will defy
You’ll be afraid when I call out your name
Run – Fight – To breathe – It’s gonna be tough
Now you see me now you don’t
Break the walls I’m coming out
Not a prisoner I’m a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don’t care where the past was
I know where I’m going
I’m not a number I’m a free man
Live my life where I want to
You’d better scratch me
from your black book
Cause’ I’ll run rings around you
Looking at the world through a windshield. 