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
“Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.”
– Mark Twain
Weather Pride…
Is about as superficial as it gets
Recalling stories
Telling tales
Posting screen shots of
Weather temperatures or
Old newspaper articles
Of how cold it once was
Or how cold it was
While one was sleeping
Under an electric blanket
In one’s geographical location
Like a cold badge of courage
Popsicle prick waving
In a short of way
“I was once in a place where it was 52 degrees below zero.”
Really, were you saving kittens, or rescuing homeless veterans?
“No, I was probably inside playing video games, by the fire.”
Fantastic.
Maybe it is not pride, perhaps informational, but what use less useless trivia. Look and hear how cold it is where I’m at.
Ummm………MOVE
If that negative declaration, doesn’t get one beaming with pride, to warm the cockles of their ego. They can also throw in the “wind” “chill” factor.
Not only was it minus 25 degrees Fahrenheit, but with the wind chill, it surpassed absolute zero…….
“Cold! If the thermometer had been an inch longer we’d all have frozen to death.”
– Mark Twain
That might be a bit of an exaggeration, maybe it was a brain that froze, into a slushy gray smoothie. Freezing a rational evolutionary mind into a snowflake fragile attachment to a temperature that essentially did not affect anyone in the first place.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
For those having an
Identity crisis
By those
Isolating themselves
Identifying in a group
Within the larger whole
Of essentially
The same group
Let’s call them Beauties
Bipedal Earthling Artists
United To Include Every Skeleton
Which, just learned is a “backronym”
Annnnywaaaaay
If instead of the news reporting
That a white nationalist
(Disguised as a cop)
Shot an unarmed black man
(For being black)
It was reported that a BEA
Bipedal Earthling Artist
Shot another BEA
Bipedal Earthling Artist
There would be
No group’s side to cling to
Defend or attack
Just the whole of Beauties
Trying figure out how
To stop the violence
Since every Bipedal Earthling Artist
Would realize / consider
It is happening to them, by them
Same goes for that
Eastern Europe conflict
Going on between
Russia and Ukraine
Being backed by the US
Which examined through
An Orwellian literal lens
Sounds like Eastasia
Is warring with Eurasia
Backed by Oceania
That in a moments notice
Shorter than a two minute hate rally
Could change to Eurasia
Fighting Oceania backed by Eastasia
When instead if it
Was reported that
Beauties were killing Beauties
For oil territory
(Quite sure, that’s what it is)
(Kind of like when the US went to Somalia
To “feed” starving people. Hmmmmm.)
Enough Beauties
Would get together
To inform the
Warring Beauties
Which are attacking Beauties
And defending Beauties
That the resources
Belong to all the Beauties
And figure out sharing methods
To make this world beautiful
Trouble is
There is no corporate
Hoarding of wealth
For that solution
To not manipulate emotions
Keeping people separated
By trivial identifiers
“Cause that’s all you ever hear about in this country. It’s our differences. That’s all the media and the politicians are ever talking about–the things that separate us, things that make us different from one another.
That’s the way the ruling class operates in any society. They try to divide the rest of the people. They keep the lower and the middle classes fighting with each other so that they, the rich, can run off with all the fucking money!
Fairly simple thing. Happens to work. You know? Anything different–that’s what they’re gonna talk about–race, religion, ethnic and national background, jobs, income, education, social status, sexuality, anything they can do to keep us fighting with each other, so that they can keep going to the bank!”
– George Carlin
Such as which group of Beauties
Is waving a colorful cloth
Exaggerating geographical pride
To the point of eliminating Beauties
Waving a different rectangle cloth
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
“Territories”
“I see the Middle Kingdom
Between Heaven and Earth
Like the Chinese call
The country of their birth
We all figure that our homes
Are set above
Other people than the ones
We know and love
In every place with a name
They play the same territorial game
Hiding behind the lines
Sending up warning signs
The whole wide world
An endless universe
Yet we keep looking through
The eyeglass in reverse
Don’t feed the people
But we feed the machines
Can’t really feel
What international means
In different circles,
We keep holding our ground
Indifferent circles,
We keep spinning round and round
We see so many tribes
Overrun and undermined
While their invaders dream
Of lands they’ve left behind
Better people… better food…
And better beer…
Why move around the world
When Eden was so near?
The bosses get talking so tough
And if that wasn’t evil enough
We get the drunken and passionate pride
Of the citizens along for the ride
They shoot without shame
In the name of a piece of dirt
For a change of accent
Or the color of your shirt
Better the pride that resides
In a citizen of the world
Than the pride that divides
When a colorful rag is unfurled”
– Rush
The more passionate
One’s plea in an appeal
To make a perfect point
Is usually not meant
To persuade the person
One is arguing with
Or presenting information
It is rather to convince
The presenter themselves
Coercing their conscious
That they are correct
“We teach best what we need to learn most ourselves.”
– Richard Bach
Touchĕ to myself
(There’s ego for you)
To my own blog posts
In my correlations of
God being the Word(s)
“In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Preferably encompassing
The whole of all words
In any and every language
That God or a God energy
Is not an invisible man
Living in the sky but
Every thought ever thought
That manifests from
Essentially no/thing
To know thing(s)
Life, death, waves, particles, light, dark, chaos, control, peace, war, abundance, poverty, gluttony, starvation, love, hate, acceleration, stillness, etc., etcetera.
I have no proof of anything
To present this position
Save being aware that
It makes sense to me
Contemplating that
Solipsism is not just a theory
Which is both easy and hard
To wrap my head around
But I do not know
Who to have
That argument with
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Not just any word
Rather the word A
Also known as the
“A”* word
One of two letters
In the Alphabet
That are also words
I cannot think of
The other one right now
I am playing with A word
Are you picturing it as a letter
Or just hearing A as a sound?
Where is it? In your mind?
Or your mind’s ears
(The ears that hear without ears.
Scream A in your thoughts
No one else will hear A peep)
Are you seeing A with your mind’s eye?
Is it there, or could it be in your heart?
It is in the middle of heart
Also, near the middle of earth
Same goes for breath
Heart, earth, breath and all
You have to do is b(e)
Now that you are
Contemplating A at word point
You realize A is always there
Where you need it to be
Kind of like (this is a stretch)
A subatomic particle
Being observed through
A Hadron collider
It is only visible / audible when
A is being observed
Same goes for the word
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
It is just there floating around
Till this blog post
Made you recall it, also
By the time you finished reading it
Were giving it that sing song recitation
Of when you first heard it when
Dick Van Dyke and Julie Andrews
Sang it in Mary Poppins
This is just my own Hadron collider
Round about way (get it? Round… collider.)
Though I didn’t really intend it
Think Of A Word
Was heading in a different direction
Yet, fell into my well worn path
That the correlation between
God and word(s) The Word, always exists
Even the “A” word
“In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Eliminating the “beginning” part
Whilst trying to figure out
A linguistic way to express it
Without that story line narrative
Deeply imbedded in our
Collective un/sub/consciousness
Through religion and science
Via popular books and useless theories
That when everything always is, IS
The necessity of a demarcation
Divine or developed
Is counter evolutionary
To our own collective evolution
*
“A” word
Unlike the “N” word, used to distract adult children from facing a racist reality not actually addressed, due to the distraction.
“They’re only words. You can’t be afraid of words that speak the truth, even if it’s an unpleasant truth like the fact that there’s a bigot and a racist in every living room on every street corner in this country. I don’t like words that hide the truth. I don’t like words that conceal reality.”
– George Carlin
Seeing as how words make up reality, not to say, there wouldn’t be racists if there was no word for them. However, language is our reality and reality is our language.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Which is not really a beginning, rather a consciousness context changer.
“In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Hmmmmm
A follow-up to “Think Of A Word “
To get humanity out of its
Scientific / religious Ouroboros trap
The need to understand
There is no start
That does not have an inherent prequel
Starting with religion
Since assumably that is where
All of this nonsense started
Plus the “Holy” holey book
Has already been revised numerous times
Due to Kings, circumstances and whims
Interpretations and language translations
Hint: it wasn’t always in English, rather
Aramaic, Hebrew and Greek. Oopsie
I suspect one more time will not
Lose its lost purpose
Might even be worth another read
What if in either the book of
Genesis or John it is written as
“In the infinite the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.”
Genesis 1 1-2
This might be a bit more tricky
In the infinite God/Word always exists. Neither Alpha or Omega, just IS. Now the earth was formless, just space dust coalescing into a habital planet. In what is known as the Goldilocks zone.
Briging rise to bipedal sentient beings formed out of a primordial ooze seeking consciousness of awareness and awareness of consciousness, that it may learn of words, to experience the whole through a subjective lens, while still being the whole.
Something like that
Science on the other hand
Is no better from a different direction
Trying to quantify a similar
Non existent beginning using God/Words
Like Big Bang Theory
While using a theory so indoctrinated
It gets confused with being a fact
When in reality it is a logical fallacy
By their own accounts
Firmly backing and proving E=mc2
E = mc2. It’s the world’s most famous equation, but what does it really mean? “Energy equals mass times the speed of light squared.” On the most basic level, the equation says that energy and mass (matter) are interchangeable; they are different forms of the same thing.
https://www.pbs.org › nova › einstein
So then, if everything exists always has
Merely changes shape via waves & particles
Why even bother with a contradictory theory
I am no scientist….. However
Their “proof” lies in absolutely no proof
Process would be a good God/Word
At no point is either energy or matter
Not in the God process of becoming the other
From growth comes decay and vice versa
From order to entropy and back again
Chickens come from eggs
Eggs come from chickens
Does it really matter Who’s On First?
After a decade of writing nonsense, non sequiturs, rhymes, poetry, observations, musings, sprinkled with the wit and wisdom of comedians, lyrics from lyricists, this blog is what it essential started out to be. A self help blog. In as much as the only person it has helped, is me, getting s#!+, out of my skull.
On to the decompressed screen in the form of words in content and context. So that I might truly decipher my surroundings in a coherent and rational perception. Prepped and prepared for arguments I will never have.
To the point that they makes sense for me. Gratisfacation comes not in likes or comments (though, they are appreciated) but rather in a clearer understanding of how the universe works, if it is working at all.
Certainly not at the “hands” of an invisible grand designer with no hands or design. There is not, an, if this happens, go here next divine flow chart of reason. There is no rationale, just chaos and consumption.
Have no horse in the race, no idea to sell, no money to be made. Just therapy in print, (grammar & punctuation are for real writers) putting me a little more at peace, every post.
Knowing strangely it helps me. Which may explain my atrocious reciprocity with other bloggers, who so kindly stop by for my observations.
Actually, this isn’t so much of a self help blog, as it is a digital equestrian cemetery for beating dichotomous dead horses. Finding new words, different scenarios and settings to beat the dead horses of abortion, war, politics, religion, etcetera etc.
All the while, driving in the dark, shining headlights on the walls of Plato’s cave, to show at least myself, the illusion of societal shadows cast, are not what they appear to be.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Whew, this is definitely a self help blog.
If you, my precious reader, find this helpful, and I mean this, in the nicest possible way, you may need help.
Thanks for stopping by.
What I did not know then
So I know better
Except……then….
Has always been now
Can only be……now
Habits are hard to break
Some things feel good
Good food tastes great
A cold beer is refreshing
Wine goes well with steak
Coffee is a stimulant
Depressingly a diuretic
Hindsight is what you make it
New paradigms are built
On top of old archetypes
Indoctrinations are as hard
As concrete foundations
It is what my faltering
Mental house is built on
That does not exist anyway
Save my perceptions
Of what is real and
What is a reality
I believe I experience
That allows me to know better
Yet also allows me to
Be too lazy to change
Happy New Year
Resolutions be damned
Revolutions are more my style
On an axis around the sun
Through the cosmos
Are but a few things
I know now
“Where would you rather be?
Anywhere but here
When will the time be right?
Anytime but now
On the edge of sleep,
I was drifting for half the night
Anxious and restless,
Pressed down by the darkness
Bound up and wound up so tight
So many decisions, a million revisions
Caught between darkness and light
Wilderness of mirrors
World of polished steel
Gears and iron chains
Turn the grinding wheel
I run between the shadows
Some are phantoms, some are real
Where would you rather be?
Anywhere but here
When will the time be right?
Anytime but now
The doubt and the fear
I know would all disappear
Anywhere but here
On the edge of sleep,
I heard voices behind the door
The known and the nameless,
Familiar and faceless
My angels and my demons at war
Which one will lose
Depends on what I choose
Or maybe which voice I ignore
Wilderness of mirrors
Streets of cold desire
My precious sense of honor
Just a shield of rusty wire
I hold against the chaos
And the cross of holy fire
Wilderness of mirrors
So easy to deceive
My precious sense of rightness
Is sometimes so naive
So that which I imagine
Is that which I believe
On the edge of sleep,
I awoke to a sun so bright
Rested and fearless,
Cheered by your nearness
I knew which direction was right
The case had been tried by the jury inside
The choice between darkness and light”
“Doubt Agent”
– Rush
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you’re going to fall
Tell ’em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small
//
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head
From “White Rabbit”
– Jefferson Airplane
(Now, try reading again that without giving it Grace Slick’s tempoed build up to a scream.)
The rabbit hole
That does not exist
Are the imaginary portholes
Of the Big Bang Theory
Or In The Beginning
(Yes, this dead horse is well beaten)
It is what scientists
And theologians cling to
Tethering humanity
Against true freedom
Shackled in chains
Attached to nothing
For the sake of illusion
That to have purpose
One must have a “start”
In order to finish
When nothing could be
Further from the truth
Simply because infinity
Is too real to grasp
So stories are made up and
Theories are proposed
To quell insatiable questioning
Where are the existentialists
To show us there are no
Rabbit holes
“Insignificant events can take on monumental proportions when your head is full of practically nothing.”
— Grace Slick.
Since, I am not very fond of Christmas, find myself breaking down the ritualistic phenomenon that has evolved into society as an unshakable indoctrination.
Imbued deeply into the fabric of various geographical locations as something other, than its original intent. Which, to my perception is celebrating the birth of an enlightened master / spiritual teacher.
Why not, who does not like a birthday party?
Except, the fellow’s birth day in question, being celebrated, has been dead for quite some time. (Despite, what billboards and bumper stickers will tell you.) Therefore he gets none of the presents.
Will get to the metaphors momentarily.
I could site various people in my life, whom would be considered “teachers”. Have no clue what their birth day is. My uncle, my first boss, and George Carlin to name a few. They are all dead also. Maybe not 2000 plus years, but dead nonetheless.
Their lessons live on through me in how to build, plumb and wire stuff. Real world questioning stuff, and using language to question everything. The latter two show up, through many of these blog posts.
Speaking of billboards, will start with biggest simplest message presented. Jesus Is Alive.
Well, yes and no. However, no different then my teachers.
As when I am turning wrenches or solving a plumbing or electrical problem, my uncle John’s memory rises to the surface and I subconsciously invoke his teachings to guide me to complete the task. WWJD? What Would (Uncle) John Do?
I celebrate my teachers, each time a recalled reference enters my thoughts.
Like Schrödinger’s cat being both dead and alive, depending on how the cat/Jesus is viewed.
Ought not that be the part, that an alleged “Christian” society be doing, each time someone is helped, housed or healed?
“Maybe they ought to check with that Jesus fella. They’re always talking about………. “What would Jesus do”?
They don’t want to know so they can do it, they just want to know so they can tell other people to do it.”
– George Carlin
Maybe if Jesus’s teachings were recalled each time a behavior was being replicated, the lessons would be repeated, exponentiated into “his” metaphorical return.
Because it would be a self-fulfilling prophecy that Jesus’s return had manifested globally.
Not much different than when I recall advice given to me by my first boss, which was not to inform the company on how things “should” be done, but rather do the right thing. Do the thing you want them to make changes on.
Then, they will tell you to keep doing what you are doing, implement it with others throughout the company by *”letting it be their idea.”
* – Ed
Find myself at work wondering WWED, What Would Ed Do?
If everyone started behaving like their chosen enlightened master, spiritual teacher, there would be a lot more peace in the world and a lot less, “give it to me it’s mine”* mindless consumption.
* – George Carlin
Metaphorically speaking it is…
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 