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In Another Universe


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







Weather Pride

“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

Identical Identifiers



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











In An Argument


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








Think Of A Word



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









A New Beginning

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?












Self Help Blog


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.



I Know Now


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


The Rabbit Hole


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.



Metaphorically Speaking


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








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