Or Mercedes, Lexus and Jaguar, will you find a FJB, F**K Joe Biden, Let’s Go Brandon, a tRump 2024 or faded “Lock Her Up” bumper sticker.
Why?
Because, wealthy people who know how to make money, think for themselves and are above the fray of delusional, deceptive distractions, need not get into the minute of who is in office, as the only way their lives will improve.
Likewise, you will find similar larger hand painted FJB, F**K Joe Biden, Let’s Go Brandon signs, declaring the election was stolen on dilapidated houses with blue tarp roof patches, broken windows and torn siding amongst grass covered, wheel less, non-running rusty vehicles. Below the tattered flag, waving, day and unlit at night, silently shredding its symbolism, displayed by the “I’ll give up my gun, when they pry it from my cold dead hands”, “patriot”.
If 45, represents the wealthy, why are those signs not professionally painted and rising from the manicured lawns of the brick mansions, with three car garages. Flags properly displayed or taken down at night.
Why?
Because, wealthy people who know how to make money, think for themselves and are above the fray of delusional, deceptive distractions need not get into the minute of who is in office, as the only way their lives will improve.
“I loves the poorly educated, I do well with the poorly educated.”
– Donald Trump
“Of course he loves the poorly educated and of course he does well with the poorly educated.
How else do you explain, how a bragging narcissistic pathological billionaire, who is constantly telling you how much money he has, just throwing it in your face, ostentatious, I’m a billionaire, I’m worth billions. I have billions of dollars.”
//
And how else do you explain how a guy, a billionaire is able to get people who are suffering financially…to..give..him..money.
Of course he loves the poorly educated, a smart person wouldn’t do that.”
– David Cross
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Maybe……
“Out on the road today,
I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on a Cadillac”
(But…..)
A little voice inside my head said,
“Don’t look back.
You can never look back”
– Don Henley
“Boys Of Summer”
“As soon as you’re born, you’re dying..”
– Iron Maiden
Precious yet fleeting
Short but long
Stored in memories
Still lost in time
It comes in a flash
Leaves in a hurry
Held onto forever, goes
Missing without a trace
Whether the clock ticks
Or the calendar flips
What is perceived as time
Tracks single moments
One after another after…..
But never before a before
Like a car without reverse
Or sometimes headlights
Proceeds in one direction
Even though everything is
Happening all at once
“Time” still follows an arrow
No sense crying
Spilt milk won’t unspill
Your luck will not change
If a shattered mirror unshatters
There are no future memories
Only recollected experiences
Some as accurate or vague
As the holder wishes to remember
“There’s no time, we made it up. It’s a manmade invention, time. There are no numbers up in the sky. I’ve looked, they’re not there. We made this stuff up, when is it?
When the hell is it, when are we, I ask you, when are we? Sometimes we think we know where we are, but we don’t really know when we are. When the hell is it?
//
Give you an example, there’s a moment coming, it’s not here yet, it’s still on the way, it’s in the future, it hasn’t arrived, here it comes, here it is, oh, shit, it’s gone.
There’s no now, there’s no now, everything is the near future or the recent past. But there’s no present. Welcome to the present, whoosh, gone again. It’s just so imprecise.”
– George Carlin
So unbelievable, they are clung to like the next breath to both theologians and scientists alike.
Making up answer story theories where when none need to be. Entropic dissolution will not spontaneously occur if either or neither are bought sold and repackaged or owned.
In regards to creationism or the big bang. Unbelievable, improbable, illogical, unlikely, repetitive, regurgitated, recycled, referenced.
Both seem to be more provably baseless, by their own basis.
Creationism
Genesis 1 1-2
“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.”
If the entire void was void, where did the water come from, other than being a representative of consciousness. Hmmm?
Science
Albert Einstein announced his discovery of the equation E = mc2 and, as a consequence, the two laws above were merged into the Law of Conservation of Mass-Energy: the total amount of mass and energy in the universe is constant.
Energy cannot be created or destroyed. It can only be changed from one form to another.”
~~Albert Einstein
Even after that, science expects me to believe, that an infinite number of galaxies, black holes, super novas all emanated from a microscopic dot. Please. Do they have a bridge to sell too?
Both are merely prime examples of the “Grandma’s Ham”* parable. Where we blindly and sadly accept what has been indoctrinated…..because it has always been that way.
I am neither a theologian, or a scientist but rather a thinker, reader, listener, observer and a truck driver. Passing through a linear mind field to observe what is most likely happening.
All that is, merely is, just changes its shape as a matter of course through exchanges of energy transformations. Gatherings and repulsions due to the phenomenon of gravity.
“Let’s just think about this for a minute”
– Bill Hicks
Think of the freedom and power one would have accepting that. Free from chasing or looking for a non existent source. That the miracle itself remains in the awareness and awe, of being a being of consciousness, that emanates from the whole, to experience what the entirety of infinity has to offer.
* “Grandma’s Ham”
A husband and his wife were in their kitchen. The husband was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper while his wife was preparing a ham for dinner. (Such a sexist parable, you can put in your characters.)
The husband watched the wife cut off about one inch from either end of the ham. He asked why she cut the end off, proclaiming “that’s a waste of good ham!”
She said “that’s the way my mom prepared the ham.” The husband asked “why did your mom cut the ends off?” The wife didn’t know.
Later, the wife called her mom to find out why she cut the ends of the ham off. Her mom said “because that was the way my mom prepared ham.”
The wife’s grandma passed away several years earlier, but her Grandpa was still living.
She called her Grandpa and asked “Grandpa, why did Grandma cut the ends off of the ham?”
He was silent as he thought for a moment. Then he replied, “so the ham could fit in the baking pan.”
Our collective consciousness expands with the Pan of Consciousness. Still, we keep trimming our awareness to what fits in comfortably of the small pan that used to be.
Like believing the moon was made of cheese or heavier-than-air flight was possible, etc.
“I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we’ll 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
I do not mean to be a contrarian, it is just emanates from my name. Angelo Devlin. Likewise angel and devil, it is all I’ve known.
From the cheap seats of my theoretical nonexistent existence. There is no easier perceive-able concept to cling to, than IS.
“Is: dialectal present tense plural of BE”
– M-W.com
Accepting that I am but a tiny infinitesimally small fractional inconsequential bit of the whole, while also being the whole, gigantic mega colossal infinite.
With absolutely zero, zip, zilch, nada, nothing of any sort of alpha and or omega evidence, that can heard, tasted, touched, seen or smelled.
If for nothing else, the bipedal earthling artist, that formed out of some gooey, thick, hot sticky primordial ooze.
Feels compelled to quantify its miraculous, not so miraculous future pull / pool of consciousness with a fantasy story that starts with, “Once upon a time”, “In the beginning”, or “KABOOM”
Knowing full / fool well, that when it gets to “The End”, new stories arise as sequels, prequels, retellings with different characters and wild extrapolations.
All based on being derivatives of the WORD*, into more words, more descriptions, clearer understandings, new definitions, better meanings.
Though none will ever be solid enough to hold on to forever like space, time, gravity, light, heat, smell, sound. Try it for yourself, put any one of those in your hand to hold.
“The Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Guess what, that makes…..you.
Do not believe me, follow it out to your own logical or illogical conclusion, linearly in either direction, rather any direction. Since it is always spinning all ways.
Through everything and nothing regardless of velocity or probable location. That will never be where it once was. If it was / is “there” at all.
Inspired in part by Brian Greene’s audio book “The Fabric Of The Cosmos” Space, Time, and the Texture of Reality.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
This also popped into my head.
“I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath
Before I start off again
Driven on
Without a moment to spend
To pass an evening
With a drink and a friend
I let my skin get too thin
I’d like to pause,
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim
Who learns to transcend
Learns to live
As if each step was the end
Time stand still
I’m not looking back
But I want to look around me now
Time stands still
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Time stands still
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away
Time stands still
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes
Let my defenses down
All those wounds
That I can’t get unwound
I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain
Whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide comes around
Time stand still
I’m not looking back
But I want to look around me now
Time stands still
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Make each impression
A little bit stronger
Freeze this motion
A little bit longer
The innocence slips away
The innocence slips away
Time stands still
Time stands still
I’m not looking back
But I want to look around me now
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Time stands still
Summer’s going fast
Nights growing colder
Children growing up
Old friends growing older
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away
The innocence slips away”
“Time Stand Still”
– Rush
My motoring muse has presented me with yet another muddled message to play with. In the form of a Pro-birth billboard. By Pro-birthers.
Who always seem to have fresh money to keep putting up crisp new graphically detailed brightly colored well lit passive income producers. Hmmm.
Those marketing mavens are clever sonsabitches aren’t they, always manipulating a message to generate profit.
The latest one depicts a picture of an airbrushed glowing pink pixilated fresh fetus.
(They must be able to afford expensive hi-tech cameras, all the ones I have ever seen are black and white and very grainy).
Anyway, that large fetus (not actual size) picture is next to another (not actual size) picture of a diamond. With the statement and a question:
Both have the same weight, which has more value?
Hmmm? Must be a trick question. Because of soooooo maaaany variables not presented on the billboard. Am going to have to put my thinking cap on.
FYI (so you might keep reading) I am all in favor of making sure every fetus, makes it out of the womb safely. Every one, all over the earth, to experience what this dense dimension has to offer. Methinks that they just not need to be planted in the first place.
“Too many people
causing too many
problems, not enough
love to go around.”
– Genesis
“Land of Confusion”
Quite frankly, am all for not murdering any human beings, regardless of the euphemistic language used to conceal the truth.
“The CIA doesn’t kill anybody anymore, they neutralize people…or they depopulate the area.”
– George Carlin
Having an abortion, sounds like you tried the Avocado Bacon Onion Radish Taco at the new delicatessen across the street.
Now back to the value question. Since the comparison is to that of a diamond 💎. It must be the diamond.
After all, for example, it takes many adolescents to teenagers working in prison / slave like conditions to mine the diamonds in Africa. All because people have been indoctrinated to believe that a shiny rock, cut creatively is worth doing that kind of stuff to human beings for.
For further consideration, diamonds are transported in small vehicles with armed guards. Students are driven in old busses by poorly paid drivers.
Diamonds are kept in a cool environment, well lit with individual attention to make sure they shine. Students are often packed in cramped quarters in excessive heat, overseen by an underpaid individual responsible for their outcome, with competing rules and difficult parents.
Every billboard is built, and used by whoever wishes to generate or increase income, no matter what. Hotels, gas stations, banks, radio stations, websites, etc. All for more money.
The billboard you will not see, is the one rented by the construction company, (again, used to create future revenue on solicited projects) thanking the Pro-birthers for using company x to build the new foster home’s children center and day care.
Why spend that billboard generated income on putting money where their mouth is, when it is easier to tug at the heart strings of the congregation to kick in for yet another billboard? To justify where a tiny portion of the donations go, the rest going to the bank. Or pockets of the pastors and priests.
With some weightless trick question. Fooling themselves, they are actually doing something.
Maybe, and I doubt this is true, but will consider it. Maybe I am just jealous, that all my clever use of words doesn’t generate $#@t.
But then again, this would be unreadable on a billboard going by at 80 mph.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Like the entirety of this blog. Pointless.
Oddly claimable, out of context
Psalm 33 12
12 Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord; and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.
Saw this, not on a bumper sticker, rather, a covering half the truck tailgate sticker. The other half was covered with some MAGA megalomaniac message.
Are egos so fragile, that in order for an individual to scrape and claw for their perception and scraps of their own divinity, they feel compelled to purchase adhesive based vinyl placarding with printed wavy flag backgrounds, to express something that was never intended for the occupiers of this country in the first place?
Coercing the occupants in following vehicles to consider that the driver of the truck ahead of them is so special he is to be considered a beneficiary of God’s own inheritance?
Why would anyone do that, or express that to everyone, let alone, believe it is true?
When further minimal research reveals the context to include everybody on the planet.
Psalm 33 13-14
13 The Lord looketh from heaven; he beholdeth all the sons of men. 14 From the place of his habitation he looketh upon all the inhabitants of the earth.
“Let me tell you something folks, God Does not give a flying fuck about America, ok? He doesn’t care. He never cared about this country. He never has. He never will. He doesn’t care about this country any more than he cares about Mongolia, Transylvania, Pittsburgh, the Suez Canal or the North Pole. He simply doesn’t care, ok.
Listen, there are 200 countries in the world, do these people honestly think God is sitting around picking out his favorites?
Why would he do that?
Why would God have a favorite country? And why would it be America of all the countries? Because we have the most money? Because he likes our national anthem? Maybe it’s because he heard we have 18 delicious flavours of classic Rice-O-Ronie?
It’s Delusional Thinking.
If these people believe in God, they must have heard that God Loves Everyone, and he loves them equally. So why would these people ask God to do something that goes against his own teaching? 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
Or perhaps a better title
“The Devil You Know”
Relax
This is just a thought experiment
So grab your society scope
Focus what is under the slimy slide
Here is what you’ll see
Self squished together
With all of their FJB Flags and
Let’s go Brandon Stickers
Plus 45 is our president sentiments
Now rest your weary eyes and close them
Pictures it is 2024 during the primaries
For the Republican nomination
It is 45 against……… Jesus Christ
Who has finally returned to
Make his home planet great again
Since like his opponent he has no money
He plays off his notoriety to be
Followed relentlessly by the media
Makes no promises just does what he does
Feeding the hungry
Caring for the indigent
Healing the sick
Regardless of skin color
Social status or possessions
Multitudes of people
Whatever faith or none
Teaches his way to the light
Duplicated by the healed and satiated
45 is losing ground quickly
So he cries FAKER NEWS even louder
Going into the election
It is a sad but true close race……
Guess who “wins”
Yep, 45 because it is better to go with
The devil you know
Than an enlightened
Master of Wisdom
Spiritual teacher
With a track record
Of provable behavior and kindness
Who has no obligation
To the gun lobby, oil corporations
Or the pharmaceutical industry
Who after a gracious loss
Continues to do what he does
No popularity contest for ego
Has been signed
The waiver released
For your participation
On this wild ride
In this bizarre reality
Miraculously maintained
Everything works
The way it is supposed to
Glitches notwithstanding
The house of mirrors
Is the trickiest
Sometimes considered
The most dangerous
Reflecting mostly
What is inside
The liability is all yours
For how you choose
To interact with the
Waves and particles
Changing at moments
So fast you won’t notice
Feel emotions you can’t touch
See things that aren’t there
Remaining in this dimension
Till such a time you select
Transferring to another reality
Where is that agreement
To be signed?
Must be at the home office
“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. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured 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 begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, 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 a lot 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.”
Just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice 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 and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, 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 that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”
– Bill Hicks
Money can not buy faith, but faith can buy money.
If someone offered you a billion dollars to believe something you did not believe, you could not do it. You might be able to say you believe it, for the money. Yet, if the ability to spend it is, contingent on believing the paid for “belief”, you would have anything extra to spend.
Because, you would know, you didn’t believe something unbelievable to you.
Therefore, money can not buy faith.
However, the “money” you do have in the bank is non existent. It is represented by ink on paper, or digits displayed on a screen. Still, your “faith”, can “buy” that you “have” money.
Faith:
2 b (1) : firm belief in something for which there is no proof
M-W.com
“Pretty neat deal, huh? You know how we got it? We made the whole fucking thing up!”
– George Carlin
Seems a tad ironic, that the “money”, you do have, you don’t. That the money you could have, you can’t. Which, either real reality, is…….based on faith. Still, am quite sure, you can take that……..to the bank.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Since my faith, tells me, I am wearing glasses in the first place.
Inspired by the last post, regarding money’s existence and listening to Brian Greene’s audio book “The Fabric Of The Cosmos” Space, Time, and the Texture of Reality.
To which, I’ve only started listening to. Or already know all the information inside, and am just listening to it as a reminder.
That’s another post, for another “time”, linearly speaking.
A follow-up to Money, Faith, Reality.
Having gleaned everything so far in this dense dimension, and I do mean dense. It is my clearest or vaguest perception. That all that is, is. Always has been, always will be.
Like God and words, malleable and ever changing depending on the subjective view of a divine being’s coagulation of cells.
Miraculously formed into an artist as a bi-pedal oxygen breathing, monoxide exhaling, red-blooded, skeleton supported, solar powered, carbon-based, large brained, earth inhabitant omnivore.
Anything to the contrary, such as an invisible dude floating in the ether was bored and “made” everything for his deadly amusement.
Or, that it all came from a big bang of an exploding baseball, are both distractions keeping everyone separate from knowing that we are all one consciousness, and could behave accordingly.
“No tree has branches so foolish
as to fight amongst themselves.”
~ Native American Proverb
No theologian or scientist is likely or unlikely to convince me otherwise with their nonexistent proof.
No matter (ha) how close Michelangeloian hand of man to God close anyone gets to explaining away a beginning, there is always a prior existence of the existence of nothing. Which in and of itself is something.
It all comes down to what one believes.
“Now, believe is a word that I have a serious problem with, right, because it has a “Lie” in the middle.
“DNA” Descendant Now Ancestor
– John Trudell
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 