That many are addicted to is
When you live in a VR world
Then you put on a VR headset
While distracting, it is still designed
To show the user how much better
The original VR / PR (perceived reality)
Is, and is as “real” as it gets
To have conversations worth having
Actual human inner interactions
With other bipedal earthling artists
Not yet quite fully deprogrammed
From their original divine programming
Hard wired in to their soft ware
“Welcome my son
Welcome to the machine
Where have you been?
It’s alright we know where you’ve been
//
Welcome my son
Welcome to the machine
What did you dream?
It’s alright we told you what to dream”
Pink Floyd
“Welcome To The Machine”
“The problem’s plain to see:
Too much technology
Machines to save our lives.
Machines dehumanize.”
Styx
“Mr. Roboto”
But only…….if we let them
“The people will not revolt. They will not look up from their screens long enough to notice what is happening.”
– George Orwell “1984”
Lest of course we start here
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.
There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first”
Jim Morrison
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
“Or a newer “head” set.”
– Angelo Devlin
.
.
“From A Distance”
From a distance
The world looks blue and green,
and the snow-capped mountains white.
From a distance
The ocean meets the stream,
and the eagle takes to flight.
From a distance, there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
It’s the voice of hope,
it’s the voice of peace,
it’s the voice of every man.
From a distance we all have enough,
And no one is in need.
And there are no guns, no bombs,
And no disease,
No hungry mouths to feed.
From a distance we are instruments
Marching in a common band.
Playing songs of hope,
Playing songs of peace.
They’re the songs of every man.
God is watching us. God is watching us.
God is watching us from a distance.
From a distance you look like my friend,
Even though we are at war.
From a distance
I just cannot comprehend
What all this fighting is for.
From a distance there is harmony,
And it echoes through the land.
And it’s the hope of hopes,
It’s the love of loves,
it’s the heart of every man.
It’s the hope of hopes,
Iit’s the love of loves.
This is the song of every man.
And God is watching us,
God is watching us,
God is watching us from a distance.
Oh, God is watching us, God is watching.
God is watching us………. from a distance”
– Better Midler
From a further distance
This gets a little trippy
Beyond the above perspective
Making no matter what you do
Most importantly insignificant
Perspective
“B: the capacity to view things in their
true relations or relative importance”
M-W.com
While the above seems spot on
Is absolutely a global view to see
My tendency is to go a bit further
(Because like Tommy Shaw
Of Styx sang, I’ve got way, way
“Too Much Time On My Hands”)
“When you change the way you look at things,
the things you look at change.”
– Dr Wayne Dyer
To the ridiculously sublime
By putting a long tethered
“You Are Here” icon above
Where you, me, they, are at
With that in mind, let’s go
To see things as they are
Beyond Bette Midler’s song
Looking from above or any
“Side” of the sphere will do
In any direction you choose
Assuming you are in your house
Staring at one of many screens
Thankfully reading this nonsense
(While wondering why one man
Is getting such endless “screen time”)
In the light or dark side of the earth
Rising above it all to see the neighborhood
With its streets and buildings
Cars parked or moving about
As it all gets smaller and smaller
Where you still “look like my friend”
Some milling anxiously about like
Ants on an ant farm seeking
Shelter, food and everything else
Above factories and fields for
Manufacturing consumables
And destroying beautiful land
Splattershot with various
Building offices and prisons
One in the same really
Hospitals and cemeteries
Airports and oceans
Snow capped mountains
Sprinkled in colorful
Coat covered corpses to
Seeing under the horizon
Russia and Ukraine
Setting off deadly fireworks
“Even though we are at war.
From a distance
I just cannot comprehend
What all this fighting is for.”
Rising up or sinking below the moon
Keeping time with the tides
Feeling the warmth of the sun
Observing the planets in our
Neck of the woods of the Milky Way
Continuing on the trajectory of
“Eternal blackness beyond the stars (that)
We think our wisdom will get that far”
“If Eternity Should Fail”
– Iron Maiden
Only to pass other galaxies
So far away that finally the tethered
“You Are Here” sign starts getting small too
Looking oddly like
Mary Poppins with an umbrella
You slow and pause to reflect
How miniscule and tiny
What once was the earth as a speck
Followed by the Milky Way as a point
Then the cluster of galaxies as a dot
You realize that the myths of
Creation and the BIG BANG are just that
Myths (2B : an unfounded or false notion) – M-W.com
(3A : a thing having only an imaginary or unverifiable existence)
God is not an invisible man residing in heaven
For you would have passed “heaven” a long “time” ago
Recalling that one biblical nugget that God is the Word
(All words, making the perception of “reality” possible)
“In the beginning the Word already existed.
The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
And with that tiny dot floating in front of you
The glow of the next galaxy behind your back
You gasp at the miracle of your next breath
Then realize you just inhaled all of existence
Of which you, me, we and they are a part of apart of
A Further Distance
“I think we’re part of a greater wisdom that we won’t ever understand, a higher order. Call it what you want. You know what I call it?
The big electron… the big electron. Woooohhhh, woooohhhh, woooohhhh. It doesn’t punish, it doesn’t reward, it doesn’t judge at all. It just is and so are we… for a little while”
– George Carlin
Also that Bill Hicks is right.
“It is just a ride”
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Over an event that occurred
Some 24 score years ago
With an enemy now an ally
Then just 9 years in the making
Which is when it should have stopped
Depending on each other again
Probably to shore up each other’s
Pathetic pink power of patriarchy
When was when way more than half of the
Population was yet independent enough
To vote or own property due to
Different reproduction parts
Epidermis hue and first residency
Still the Proletariat gets to
Celebrate “their” independence
Not because they are free, freewill directed
Bright individual sparks of the divine
Rather unconscious ambulatory corpses
Indoctrinated into believing they are “free”
“You were born free, you got fucked out of half of it, and you wave a flag celebrating it.”
– Doug Stanhope
“According to the American Pyrotechnics Association (APA), we spent $2.3 billion * on fireworks in 2022.
//
Last year alone, there were an estimated 11,500 emergency room visits for injuries related to fireworks, including 11 deaths. Here are the most commonly injured body parts:
• Eyes:16%
• Head, face, and ears: 19%
• Hands and fingers: 29%
• Trunk and other: 12%
• Legs: 19%
– http://www.fool.com
* (Of which over $ 900 million went to China, a country I’ve heard the US has a trade deficit with. Hmmmmm. Also that a war is always looming in the background for no apparent reason. Certainly not, when it is receiving such large sums on a single product, completely unnecessary in our spiritual evolution.)
Not me, I like my fingers, if for nothing else, then to write this useless nonsense, that keeps me independent and free.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Determined to be somewhere
Between conception and the
Demarcation of unintentional death
In its spiritual evolutionary path
As to when a child goes from being
Special, to being, not so “Special”
From a planted seed in a garden
To a rotting corpse in the ground
A microscopic dot multiplying cells
Into an esophagus to colon tube
Supported by a forming spine
Even after all of that miraculous stuff
It is okey dokey to dispose of that car
Right up until the engine starts running
Though no driver is even in the vehicle
Sometimes, right before it exits the building
“I’m against abortion, except like in cases of rape.
That’s like saying, yes, a fetus is a human being.
Unless his (or her) dad is an asshole.”
– Doug Stanhope
(Even that provision is losing traction
Otherwise, terminations would last a lifetime)
Just another car in the assembly line
In a fertile factory replicating itself
Regardless of quota or the environment
One would think that with all of the
Malignant medical manipulation and
All of the ludicrous legislative lunacy
Once the anticipated miracle arrived
It would receive similar treatment
Of love, protection, safety, laws and
Miracle type, alleged gift from God status
Nope…..
Once you are out, you are on your own
“No nothing. No neonatal care, no day care, no head start, no school lunch, no food stamps, no welfare, no nothing. If you’re preborn, you’re fine………; if you’re preschool, you’re fucked.”
– George Carlin
Which seems to be the first miraculous cut-off
Then, just to challenge those miracles
They are sent to schools where maybe they will be
Miracles again, if they survive a school shooting since
Nothing is done to stop the proliferation of WMD’S
Or who has random “legal” access to them
To defend themselves against a tyrannical government
(Giggle, guffaw, snort pause, goes right here)
Rapidly deployed bullets from weapons destroy mass
Proving the cliché, “guns don’t kill people”…. bullets do
Besides, if they successfully dodge those bullets
(Every lead filled, brass casing, penis projectile pun intended)
“Conservatives don’t give a shit about you, until you reach “military age”. Then they think you are just fine. Just what they’ve been looking for. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”
– George Carlin
A small percentage will be recruited to sign up
To be mercenaries for the government for training
In the “proper” use of the weapons of corporate
Coercion in the stealing of resources under
The ruse of defending and protecting “democracy”
Where post natal abortions are legally performed
Either side, doesn’t matter, just tools in the
Corporment toolbox of readily available profiteering
Enough so, that all miracles are tossed aside
As collateral damage buried in flag draped coffins
“Let’s just think about this for a minute”
– Bill Hicks
Roughly 25% of the taxes no one wants to pay anyway
Goes towards the military industrial complex
In the building of machines for the soul sole purpose
Of cutting off miracles in their purported prime
In the midst of doing everything possible to save
Every “miracle” planted by accident or rape
And never ever using tax dollars to do so
(Giggle, guffaw, snort pause, goes right here)
“Ever wonder why we’re #ucked up as a species?”
– Bill Hicks
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
In a fifty year
Blink of the eye
Las Vegas went
From a small corrupt
Gangster run
Gambling town to a
Corporation owned
Fantasy land where
A one armed bandit *
Will continue to rob
Its welcome visitors
Drawn by the lure of
Impossible easy money
A mini America
If you will **
A land raping
Environment be damned
Sprawling wasteland
Of desert degradation
Meant for lizards and
Corpse containers
“Bodies Pulled From Parched Lake Mead Stir Wise-Guy Ghosts of Las Vegas”
“As climate change fuels grim discoveries across the West, Las Vegas is awash in bets on the identity of a suspected murder victim dumped in a barrel.”
By Simon Romero
http://www.nytimes.com
• Published May 20, 2022
Constantly inventing
Newer sparkling ways
To empty open wallets
Not based on COGS
(Cost Of Goods Sold)
Rather WTMWB
(Whatever The Market Will Bear)
Throw the highest price
Sticker on it to see if it sells
If it moves off the shelf
Or if the lines are still long
Adjust upward and repeat
Discover no price is too high
To line the pockets of CEO’s
Making greedy policies
Permanent and perpetual
*
“One-Armed” because of its single lever depicting an arm and “bandit” because of its nature to collect an addicted player’s cash leaving him with nothing. The first generation of slot machines evolved from a novelty item to a more complex server-based gaming machine.”
– emeraldislandcasino.com
(Side note)
Gaming, what a useless euphemism. It’s a gambling machine. Life is a gamble. Investing in the stock market or real estate is gambling. Parents sending their children to school, gamble they will not be picking them up at the morgue, having bled out because politicians gamble with the second amendment that it will garner more votes then dead kids in their district. Obviously still a pretty safe bet. At the expense of the fetuses they saved to gamble with.
“I don’t like words that hide the truth. I don’t like words that conceal reality. I don’t like euphemisms or euphemistic language.
And American English is loaded with euphemisms, because Americans have a lot of trouble dealing with reality.
Americans have trouble facing the truth, so they invent the kind of a soft language to protect themselves from it. And it gets worse with every generation. For some reason it just keeps getting worse.”
– George Carlin
**
“It just seems to me, that only a really low IQ population could have taken this beautiful continent, this magnificent American landscape that we inherited.
Well actually we stole it from the Mexicans and the Indians, but hey, it was nice when we stole it. Looked pretty good, it was pristine. Paradise.
Have you seen it lately? Have you taken a good look at it lately? It’s fucking embarrasing. Only a nation of unenlightened half-wits could have taken this beautiful place and turned it into what it is today – a shopping mall.
A big fucking shopping mall. You know that, that’s all you’ve got here, folks. Mile after mile after mile of malls after malls. Many, many malls. Major malls and mini malls.
They put the mini malls in between the major malls, and in between the mini malls, they put the mini marts. And in between the mini marts, you got the car lots, gas stations, muffler shops, laundry mats, cheap motels, fast food joints, strip clubs and dirty bookstores.
America the beautiful. One big transcontinental commercial cesspool. And how do the people feel about all this? How do people feel about living in a coast to coast shopping mall? Well they think it’s JUST FUCKING DANDY!”
– George Carlin
“Life is worth losing”
Of human evolution
Has reached
Its stagnant peak
Teetering more towards
The slippery slope
Of devolution
Than further ascension
Probably because
We keep looking up
Losing one’s balance
Instead of within
Where there are
No frozen corpses
Just a warm heart
Radiating heat and light
Carrying the soul
Forever on its journeys
That knows no precipice
Of a calendar
While the clock strikes 13
As we approach 2024
40 years past
The dystopian projection
Of Orwell’s 1984
Written in 1948
The names have been changed
But not to protect the innocent
Rather to replicate the ignorance
If one listens to the noise
Emanating from the tele-screams
(what a useful typing error of tele-screens)
It is as clear as doublethink and
Twice as much as doubleplusungood
That a war….
Is in measurable distance from its end
“Attention,
Your attention, please
A newsflash has this moment
Arrived from the Malabar front
Our forces in South India
Have won a glorious victory
I am authorized to say
That the action
We are now reporting
May, well bring the war
Within measurable
Distance of its end
Here is the newsflash
Plusgood
Doubleplusgood”
“Doubleplusgood”
– Eurythmics “1984” Soundtrack
Based on George Orwell’s “1984”
Which, having recently listened to
Makes news interesting to watch
Regarding Russia and Ukraine
That the forces in charge were about
To turn on their alleged leader
As the talking head with a straight face
Reported (I swear I heard this) that the war
“Was in a measurable distance from its end”
Did they too, just listen to the same book?
Or was the talking head reading a teleprompter?
I am guessing it was the teleprompter.
Given that, if it was a “human” broadcaster
The “performance” * would come to a screeching halt
* (most “news” programs……are called…”shows”)
Then, breaking character, would speak up and
Point out the similarities that the “report”
Although unfortunately not “fake”
Must merely be information constantly used
To be a distraction for the hypnotized masses
Highlight, that if presented a different way
Might sound like the following….
Today, bipedal earthling artists, from this geographic area (shown on a map) are using weapons of mass destruction to murder and slaughter other bipedal earthling artists near this area of the map.
You, me, the bipedal earthling artists, attacking, defending, defending, attacking the “other” bipedal earthling artists, (pulling back the map, to reveal a globe)…. are all on this sphere, earth.
Mother Earth, who birthed out all the bipedal earthling artists from a Gaia consciousness, all hurling through the cosmos as one.
Therefore, our best chances at a continue-able evolution ought to recognize that and not play out our lives as hegemonic puppets and pawns, in a global chess game, between other hegemonies.
Oceania, Eastasia and Eurasia, with the prevailing perception that, he who dies with the most toys……wins. When the reality is, that he who dies with the most toys, is still dead and cannot play with the toys. All born out of generational indoctrination that wars are “winnable”, which is impossible, when war is continuous.
To feed the power hungry, who did not receive enough, if any nutritional love, from shitty parents and a sick society that is Hell bent on keeping bipedal earthling artists fighting amongst themselves.
“So that they, can keep going to the bank.”
– George Carlin
By calling all combatants bipedal earthling artists, it might just be a gentle tap on the shoulder to wake up the living dead, to recognize we are all bipedal earthling artists and are heretofore committing a protracted collective suicide.
“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
“Russians”
In Europe and America, there’s a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the SovietsMr. Krushchev Putin said we will bury you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too
How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer’s deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the President
There’s no such thing as a winnable war
It’s a lie we don’t believe anymoreMr. Reagan Zelenskyy says we will protect you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if the Russians love their children too
– Sting
Trying to occupy an archetype of individuality
By being like some aspect of everyone else
In an irrational unconscious desire to belong
Consider any group united by a vague doctrine
None of which are guided by a specific north star
Never questioning if the dim star being followed
Is going to lead them to conscious enlightenment
Huddled safely in a protective mass of comfort
Not because it is helpful but rather what they know
Incorporating what a person believes to be
The best of each absorbing into their own version
Of religious behavior, politics or sports
(All one in the same anyway)
Also guaranteeing that no two people have
The exact same interpretation of either or any
Just knowing their own opinion carries the most weight
Zombified
Recently noticed this behavior in a three story
Grocery / clothing / electronics / knickknack store
In a large metropolitan overpopulated coastal city
Un-smilling faces meandering around as if by rote
Atop functioning corpses reaching for products
Simply because they had arms and hands to do so
Loosely surrounded by (try this on for size)
Vest placarded “Armed” Security Guards who also
Seemed to be milling around the walking dead
(I wonder if they are really prepared to
Shoot someone for stealing a Twinkie)
But no one seemed to notice or seemed to care
Just another layer in the corporate redundancy to
Make a profit with jacked up prices covering expenses
“Zombified”
“The monsters aren’t living under your bed
‘Cause they are the voices in your head
Zombified by the lies they’ve said
We’ve become the walking dead
‘Cause everybody’s talking bitch
Oh no, they’ll never let go
Of something you said 10 years ago
They’re cancelling, cancelling you
And they won’t stop ’till everybody’s
Zombified (Zombified)
They’re pumping us with lies
Like it’s formaldehyde
They’re dead inside
It goes on and on
Let this go
When it stops we’ll never know
We’re hypnotized
And they won’t stop ’till you’re
Zombified
You better shut your mouth and bite your tongue
‘Cause you don’t wanna piss off anyone
We’re traumatized by the damage done
Welcome to America
‘Cause everybody’s talking bitch
Oh no, they’ll never let go
Of something you said 10 years ago
They’re cancelling, cancelling you
And they won’t stop ’till everybody’s
Zombified (Zombified)
They’re pumping us with lies
Like it’s formaldehyde
They’re dead inside
It goes on and on
Let this go
When it stops we’ll never know
We’re hypnotized
And they won’t stop ’till you’re
Zombified
Go (Hahahaha)
They’re feeding off your broken mind
They won’t die they multiply
We’ve become so fucking blind
They won’t stop ’till you’re
Zombified
Pick it up
Oh, oh
Now everybody’s zombified (Zombified)
They’re pumping us with lies
Like it’s formaldehyde
They’re dead inside
It goes on and on
Let this go
When it stops we’ll never know
We’re hypnotized
And they won’t stop ’till you’re
They won’t stop ’till I’m
They won’t stop ’till we are
Zombified”
– Falling In Reverse
Is what this country
Was founded on
Under the big tent with
Three rings of hypocrisy
Executive, Legislative
And tipable Judicial
So darkly blindfolded
She cannot see who
Is tipping the scale
In wealth’s favor
(Though lately, it seems to be nillionaires in support of an alleged billionaire, in the unlikely event, that they find themselves with such unearned monies, they too would like, the same white-collared, criminal, hands off, do anything disdainful privileges, that, what’s his name gets.)
“Half penny, two penny, ashes to dust
All almighty dollar says in God we trust
Justice for money how much more can I pay
We all know……… it’s the American Way”
“Half Penny Two Penny”
– Styx
“Think of how it all started:
America was founded by slave owners who informed us, “All men are created equal.” All “men,” except Indians, *iggers, and women.
Remember, the founders were a small group of unelected, white, male, land-holding slave owners who also, by the way, suggested their class be the only one allowed to vote.
To my mind, that is what’s known as being stunningly–and embarrassingly–full of shit.”
George Carlin
So instead of engaging
In a collective paradigm shift
Where bipedal earthling artists
Leap to the evolutionary
Awareness that all are one
Experiencing the joy of
Love, laughter and truth
We find ourselves on the
Bleachers in the big tent
Ooohing and aaaahing at
The jugglers and magicians
Distracting our attention away
From the donkeys and elephants
That are shitting and stomping
Splattering their feces
On the unsuspecting audience
So easily distracted
Like a cat with a laser pointer
Pausing for a moment
On perpetual easy targets of
Guns, flags and immigration
For each group to pounce on…..
Then move the pointer on to
Abortions, crime, sports, media
Voting “rights”, sexuality, education
Drugs, violence and homelessness
Which, even from the cheap seats
Are each collectively solvable
Without a doubt, if we wanted to
Yet, we are so amused
No one has noticed that most of
The animals have gone
And the tent is on fire……
So next time you hear that this country operates under the Rule of Law, replace Law with Circus, and it will make a lot more sense.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
A perspective
From a quote
In the last post
Safe from ego
(Its not mine)
Though I wish
I had written it,
It can maybe be
A game changer
Altering reality
At a given moment
Each moment
Since the last one
Is now gone
Here it is now
From the
Cryptonaturalist
* “The Universe is an ongoing explosion.
That’s where you live.”
Therefore…..
From a scientific view
Of an alleged “BIG BANG”
It would be true
“We live in an explosion”
Try holding on
To an opinion
Or an emotion
After repeating
“We live in an explosion”
To see if it has
Any validity
Worth clinging to
……..Nope
It will shake
One’s consciousness
As much as
Any EXPLOSION
Obliterating an antecedent
Generating, say anger
Or fear, love or hate
All gone, when considering
“We live in an explosion”
*
“The Universe is an ongoing explosion.
That’s where you live.
In an explosion.
Also, we absolutely don’t know what living is.
Sometimes atoms arranged in a certain way, just get very haunted.
That’s us.
When an explosion explodes hard enough, dust wakes up and thinks about itself.
And then writes about it.”
– The Cryptonaturalist
Just to balance the scales
In case we don’t live in an explosion
From a religious view
That an invisible man
Coming out of no where
Arbitrarily made “us”
And our surroundings
Some twelve thousand years ago
Genocidally murdering
Most of the first batch
By drowning
Why is he not apologizing
By repenting and making sure
The leftovers are fed and housed
…….because none of that, rings true
WHY?
Because
“We live in an explosion”
Must needs to be the dust that stays awake to enjoy **the ride.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
**
“The World is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real, because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round, and it has thrills and chills and is very brightly colored, and it’s very loud. And it’s fun, for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they’ve begun to question, ‘Is this real, or is this just a ride?’, and other people have remembered, and they’ve come back to us and they say ‘Hey, don’t worry. Don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.’ and we kill THOSE PEOPLE.
“Shut him up! We have alot invested in this ride! SHUT HIM UP! Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account, and my family. This just has to be real.”
It’s just a ride.
But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that. You ever noticed that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter, because … It’s just a ride.
And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear wants you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead see all of us as one.
Here’s what we can do to change the world right now, to a better ride:
Take all that money we spent on weapons and defense each year and instead spend it feeding, clothing, and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and WE CAN EXPLORE SPACE, TOGETHER, BOTH INNER AND OUTER, forever … in peace.”
— Bill Hicks
Looking at the world through a windshield. 