Has emerged from a recent post
The first was “Time Slice”
Which recited, recognizes
That a mistake or victory
Occurred in the past is “back there”
Making the only moment one has
Is the moment you are experiencing
“Right now” meaning “Right now”
The next one is “Mountain Top”
Slightly more complicated
Not because it has an extra syllable
Rather from the perspective that
You are controlling you “self”
From a mountain top
Through bilocation and can see
From an objective perspective
How one needs to conduct their self
Recognizing reciprocity in the big picture
A karmic kaleidoscope if you will
Most powerfully while understanding
Plus accepting the “Butterfly Effect”
“: a property of chaotic systems by which small changes in initial conditions can lead to large-scale and unpredictable variation in the future state of the system”
– M-W.com
Now, if I had a personality and a penchant for persuading people, to change their ways so that I wouldn’t have to change mine. I could write a best selling book, go on a speaking tour with these two simple mantras. “Time Slice” and “Mountain Top”, develop a fanatical following to the point I’d have to go into hiding to write another best seller, with a new four syllable mantra. “Leave Me Alone”.
But, since I don’t have that and wouldn’t want that notoriety, I am publishing them here for free. What you choose to do with them or how one plans to implement them is entirely up to you. If neither work, in any way, at least no one is out of any money. Like those paying for a secret, they already secretly know. But feel compelled to engage in a ritual for the ritual’s sake.
“I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, ‘Where’s the self-help section?’ She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.”
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“If you’re looking for self-help, why would you read a book written by somebody else?”
– George Carlin
A brave new word
In a cowardly old world
As a crude compound of
Normal plus tragedy
Equals normaldy since
Tragedies are the norm
With barely any measurable
Linear detectable separation
Particularly with gun deaths
Reaching the statistical
Probability of predicting
When the next one(s)
Will occur as detached as
Using an actuarial table
For race, religion, youth and
Sexuality gender preferences
With higher than average
Particular targeting for dying
Earlier than from natural causes
Like any new word
Thrown into the lexicon
It would be adopted
With little resistance
Accepted like normal tragedies
Because heaven forbid
Any one do anything about it
Like stop making targets
“Can you calm down on your rutting just for a couple of seconds, until we figure out this FOOD/AIR DEAL?”
– Bill Hicks
Along with trying to figure out why our long indoctrinated, eon exhausted, unconscious compression, that murder is just another problem solver, with deadly karmic consequences.
“Why not, they’ve got all golf. WTF”
– George Carlin
Its premise and production
Could be in the same vein
As the Weather Channel
To forecast the likelihood
Of hot and cold murders
Based on extensive data collection
Of local and regional gun sales
Pockets of severe racism
Adolescent angst and
Access to deadly weapons
Parental adherence to the cliche
It takes a village to raise a child
Decisions could be made
Whether or not to
Send children to school or to
Dress them in heavy bullet proof vests
Or just a good pair of running shoes
Same goes for work violence
Were there unforseen layoffs
Or a “disgruntled” worker
Posting vengeful rants on
Saturated social media
Seems possible right
If there are algorithmic calculations
Based on quip and quick searches
Of how lava lamps work and for
Three weeks show up in an
Advertising loop on your “feed”
The same technology could be used
To determine dodging death
As a palpable prediction
If you or your children
Will live to see another sunrise
For content during the wee hours
Just like the Weather Channel
There could be reruns of significant
Mass murders like Columbine
Sandy Hook or Mandalay Bay
The close connection between
The weather and murder is that
Everyone talks about them both
But no one does anything about either
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Where this should have stopped.
Nope.
As long as music has become irrelevant for inspiring social change. The murder channel could adopt the acronym MTV. Murder TV.
“Murder For Nothing”
I want my—I want my MTV [4x]
Now look at them yo-yos,
That’s the way you do it
You shoot your AK47 on the MTV
That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Celebrity for nothin’, go on a shooting spree
Now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain’t dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We got to bury daughters and sons
Graveyards and cemeteries
Memorized repeated eulogies
We got to sell these W MD’s
We got to glue eyes to these TVs
With deep apologies to “Dire Straights”
(A pre-ramble to The Murder Channel)
No money in change
Must be the biggest fear
In our own evolution
Against our better interests
That there is not any
Quick big immediate profit
In comprehensive change
(Change
1b : to make radically different : TRANSFORM
– M-W.COM)
That would replace fear with love
Much better to be consistently
Scaring the bejeezus out of
An ignorant population through
Distraction, deception and dichotomies
Steeped like tea in hot fear
Against a quantum leap awareness
That we are all one consciousness
Experiencing our self, self’s, selves
Through projections and perceptions
Metaphorical mirrors reflecting us
Who are, instead of assuming an enemy
Outside of us is to be battled and killed
Is really showing who needs to be changed
But alas, there is no money in change
“Big Money”
Rush
Big money goes around the world
Big money underground
Big money got a mighty voice
Big money make no sound
Big money pull a million strings
Big money hold the prize
Big money weave a mighty web
Big money draw the flies
Sometimes pushing people around
Sometimes pulling out the rug
Sometimes pushing all the buttons
Sometimes pulling out the plug
It’s the power and the glory
It’s a war in paradise
A Cinderella story
On a tumble of the dice
Big money goes around the world
Big money take a cruise
Big money leave a mighty wake
Big money leave a bruise
Big money make a million dreams
Big money spin big deals
Big money make a mighty head
Big money spin big wheels
Sometimes building ivory towers
Sometimes knocking castles down
Sometimes building you a stairway
Lock you underground
It’s that old-time religion
It’s the kingdom they would rule
It’s the fool on television
Getting paid to play the fool
It’s the power and the glory
It’s a war in paradise
A Cinderella story
On a tumble of the dice
Big money goes around the world
Big money give and take
Big money done a power of good
Big money make mistakes
Big money got a heavy hand
Big money take control
Big money got a mean streak
BIG MONEY GOT NO SOUL
Is a time slice
In the Space-Time loaf
On and on and on
Even the moments
Thinking of
Past moments or
Perceived future moments
Is still another
Slice in time
Trailing behind
An irreversible arrow
That never started and
Will never stop
“Can you dig it?”
George Carlin
Therefore the key
To know it all
Must be to know
In the moment
Each and every moment
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Inspired by Brian Greene’s audio book “The Fabric Of The Cosmos” Space, Time, and the Texture of Reality.
I guess since this posts posting landed on a holiday that has long since lost its original meaning and purpose. Is merely the eat and rest period before massive mindless mega consumption to satiate corporations main mantra.
“Keep it in the black, nevermind your soul, keep it in the black, in other words, business as usual” – George Carlin
Black Friday
May every moment be filled with thanks. So full with thanks, you have to give them away.
Happy Thanksgiving. Thanks for reading.
In a recent post was the following contemplation
“I am sure that somewhere on a cool dark mountaintop, there is a giant comfortable warm beanbag with my name on it.
Where I could engage in the dichotomous act of navel gazing and stargazing to contemplate infinity for infinity’s sake. Experience the pulse of the cosmos while breathing in the vacuum of space.”
Which does not necessarily fit in with my brain bumper sticker that reads “I am doing what I’d rather be doing.”
Kind of like “Do what you love, and the money will follow.” Both cosmically working out.
Therefore to satiate my narcissism and justify why I may not actually be on that mountaintop. Must consider that I might be there, having mastered the art of bilocation.
One, experiencing the pulse of the cosmos while breathing in the vacuum of space.
Two, projecting myself in this heliocentric hologram to have a subjective experience in order to make observations and share them with a small, but highly intelligent followers of this blog.
Let us see / hear, what it might sound like from the beanbag.
WOW AWESOME COOL (as if someone was around to hear)
Breathe in, Mmmm. Breathe out ahhhh.
Look at all those stars and planets, seemingly motionless, since most are moving at the same speed harmonious as one through the cosmos. With slight variations that unintentional collisions may occur following the universal constant that no two things can occupy the same place at the same time. What an out of this world light show.
Breathe in, Mmmm. Breathe out ahhhh.
Feeling the long slow rhythmic pulse. Like a faint clock tic toc on a nearby wall, undulating under the whooshing sounds of all the celestial bodies traveling through the cosmos.
Breathe in, Mmmm. Breathe out ahhhh.
Catching and sensing the constant solar explosions emanating life giving heat and light. In consistent intervals of dark and cool to stargaze, alternating with light and heat to engage in cloud busting.
Breathe in, Mmmm. Breathe out ahhhh.
Not sure who would want to read that everyday and stick around. Perhaps best, that observations continue to be made from behind the windshield sprinkling them with semi memorized comedian’s bits and song lyrics. That interject themselves into the cranium conversation going on inside my head as it all gets transcribed here.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Certainly in this dense dimension I’ve castigated my other self to.
Stepping back
The world is
The way
The world is
Because
The world is
The way we want it
Otherwise
The world would be
The way
The world would be
If the collective
Wanted that more
A strange supposition indeed
However
Must be some crazy
Yin and yang
If we didn’t have a
Belly that was empty
We wouldn’t have a
Belly to fill
If we didn’t have a
Homeless person
We wouldn’t have a
House to build
If we didn’t have a
War to fight
We wouldn’t have a
War to stop
If we didn’t have a
Planet to destroy
We wouldn’t have a
Planet to save
Certainly I’d have
Nothing to write about
The way
The world is…..
If the world
Was the way
Of peace, harmony
Sharing, compassion
Love and understanding
And
I’m okay with that
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
I am sure that somewhere on a cool dark mountaintop, there is a giant comfortable warm beanbag with my name on it.
Where I could engage in the dichotomous act of navel gazing and stargazing to contemplate infinity for infinity’s sake. Experience the pulse of the cosmos while breathing in the vacuum of space.
When it is
20 degrees Fahrenheit
Below zero
Which is
52 degrees Fahrenheit
Below freezing
It is too cold
To snow
A political ad by Miss Representing
(Not actual name, on the billboard)
The trouble with ads that one sees over and over again, like on billboards is questioning their intent versus their implication.
Here is one, a candidate had up for waaay too long. A short but savvy sweet message.
Pro Family
Pro Choice
Pro Privacy
Elect Miss Representing to district zero
In an exponential excremental exposition of hyperbolic hypocrisy this ad was a poster in contradiction.
I too am for family, choice* and privacy, who wouldn’t be. I am just not running for office.
A picture is worth a thousand words. The picture on the billboard was probably worth two thousand words. Promise I won’t make it that long.
It was a BIG picture of a big family of five, (more than 3, is big in my estimation)
“It’s irresponsible to have more than one child. Have one. Have one child, replacement value for yourself, that’s all. Don’t even replace your husband. Don’t replace your husband. No. He’s done enough fucking damage as it is.”
– George Carlin
Besides, the words on the billboard and the picture, should convey and backup the same message to be really effective……right?
While it is cute to be, for family and for choice*.
For one, those cancel each other out. Two, no one in the picture was holding a jar of a fetus in formaldehyde. Making the message a misrepresentation of marketing.
Three, if you are for family and for privacy, you would not have exposed the identity of your family’s identities for political gain, by plastering their likenesses on the side of the highway for every schmuck to be able to identify.
*Just to be clear, I am all for every human being having the right to live to their fullest divine potential, no matter how small they start out to be or how old they get.
Where this should have stopped.
However, if soldiers and police have the legal loophole of qualified immunity to kill who they are told to, (because their Uncle Sam ordered them to) or feel like, due their self hatred disguised as racism. Then half the population should have the same loophole.
Their body, their choice = qualified immunity.
Making murder illegal by suggesting it is immoral is merely a power play by those in power as an arbitrary ambiguous line to cross if it fills their pocketbooks.
Murder is wrong, unless power needs a resource it is willing to sacrifice soldiers against Sovereign citizens to acquire more power.
Thou shalt not kill, seems only to apply to the womb because……”Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”
– George Carlin
Maybe if society stops killing out of the womb fetuses, a paradigm shift will occur and no more will need to be planted as replacements.
Ones that aren’t wanted, to grow up with that sensation, unintentionally forcing them to join a government gang to feel like they belong there. Albeit to kill people, but at least with a sense of belonging.
Only conscious acts of conscientious parents fully equipped and qualified to be guides to divine sparks ought to be reproducing.
“We have to have a beautiful world where children can come to, okay?”
– Bill Hicks
I am pro a beautiful world.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Is becoming
My mini mantra
To put things
In perspective
Of what happened
“Back” there in the
Space-Time loaf
Whether it be
A moment ago
Or what seems like
A millennia ago
Dwelling on either
Only steal from the
Moment I ought / am to
Be experiencing now
Inspired by Brian Greene’s audio book “The Fabric Of The Cosmos” Space, Time, and the Texture of Reality.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 