Unlike the well worn cliche
History will not judge us
If you can picture killing someone
While committing suicide or
Planting a seed while
Birthing a baby
You will understand Einstein’s theory
That everything is happening all at once
Making history what it is
A word the collective made up
Like all of the other words
Good, bad, God, Satan and orange
Threw that in since orange
Doesn’t rhyme with anything
Which we really could if we wanted to
Like the numbers we made up also
Just inquire with a search engine
Something like when did zero (0) appear
History is one of those words
That was made up to placate
Our sensations that somehow
Everything occurs linearly
Fortifying the fantasy that there
Was a beginning therefore an end
When deep in your soul
You know that is not true
Yet it allows us to play the game
On the journey each has chosen
In a useless parameter in infinity to
Maybe modify some current behavior
I wish I knew where this stuff
Comes from or if it makes sense
To anyone anywhere at all
I guess History will be the judge
Nevermind
Where this should have stopped.
Ahh Scheisse
Now I remember where it came from
An alleged news broadcast where
Info is used by distract not inform
I heard some commentator make a
Loose lipped crazy comment that history
Will judge us if we don’t save democracy
Really. Really. I am now so afraid of how
History will judge us to save something
That we made up which doesn’t work
Like its purported purpose is supposed to
Wouldn’t we be much better off if we contemplated the miracle that we are all made up of atoms and molecules that somehow coagulate into the appearance of humanoids and somehow we can communicate with each other to make all this stuff up in the first place. While traveling through the cosmos on a relatively comfortable green blue spaceship.
That might be historic.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
It is music to my ears
Even Christmas music
Except……
It regurgitates an already
Indoctrinated message
By a wide array of artists
In various genres
Of celebrating the birth
Of a teacher
Instead of his teachings
Of peace and forgiveness
Helping the poor
Healing the sick
Comforting the infirmed
Slipping in that “that” baby
In-different circles would
Be considered a bastard
Was a king or lord that
Will somehow reign
Forever and ever
Where though….oh yeah
On that invisible throne
Somewhere in the clouds
But…only if you believe
I believe that is called
The Tinkerbell effect
All because some book
That was written long ago
With inaccuracies and
Misinformation edited
By kings for convenience
And you guessed it… control
Teachers don’t rule
They guide
With the humility such
That properly taught
The students will
Carry on the lessons
Ooopsie….nope
The choir is too busy
Singing incantations
Of sacrificing one’s divinity
For and from an impossible birth
Forget the alleged miracle part
Of immaculate conception
I’m talking about being born
As a white Caucasian from
A place where there were
How can I put this
………………No Caucasians
Ooopsie
Also………
Initiating a child’s
First disassociaton
Of parental rules to
Be kind respectful but
Wary of strangers into
Go sit on that man’s lap
Tell him your consumption
Of electronics and plastic
Landfill fill fatal fantasies
Who is supposedly adhering
To some morality clause by
Seeking behavior modification
Towards good yet merely control
Under an ever watching eye
When in reality we know he
Delivers more of that garbage
To rich kids then poor kids
Regardless their behavior
Not sure if that is what
Christ would do????
“Ever wonder why we are
Fucked up as a race?”
– Bill Hicks
Enjoy the music
At the airport
If a thief stole your
Murse or purse
If you shouted
There’s a bomb
In there
Who would get
In more trouble?
Nevermind… that is
A rhetorical question
To lead this post
As that would be an
Untestable theory
Any way in anyway
Flying in and of itself is fun
When you realize you are
Voluntarily stepping in to
A large aluminum tube
Crammed with other people
Breathing the same
Clean *cough sniffle* air
That is about to be
Suspended in the atmosphere
At either side of 600 mph
Amongst the clouds
Over a spinning sphere
Hurling through the cosmos
At over one million MPH
Before slowing down quickly
To land miraculously safe
Looking smugly down at
Big and little boxes around
Gray lines filled with toy cars
While self testing your
Geographical knowledge
Planning and packing is good
Wondering what you will forget
Getting up early is the best part
Driving to the airport whilst
Constantly calculating time as
Check-ins are getting easier
Now largely void of humans
Even waiting as you eat the
Most expensive breakfast
You’ll ever eat is okay too
Be damned the captive consumer
Then…
“First thing on my list tonight… airport security. Tired of this shit. There’s too much of it; there’s too much security at the airport.
//
Haven’t found anything yet! Haven’t found one bomb in one bag! And don’t tell me “well, the terrorists know their bags are gonna be searched so now they’re leaving their bombs at home.” There are no bombs.
The whole thing is f*cking pointless! And it’s completely without logic! There’s no logic at all!
They’ll take away a gun, but let you keep a knife! Well what the f*ck is that? In fact, there’s a whole list of lethal objects they will allow you to take on board.
Theoretically, you could take… a knife, an ice pick, a hatchet, a straight razor, a pair of scissors, a chainsaw, 6 knitting needles, and a broken whiskey bottle, and the only thing they’re gonna say to you is “that bag has to fit all the way under the seat in front of you.”
//
Airport security is a stupid idea, it’s a waste of money, and it’s only there for one reason, to make white people feel safe. That’s all. The illusion, the feeling and illusion of safety cause the authorities know they can’t make an airplane completely safe; too many people have access.”
– George Carlin
“Airport Security”
Performed prior to “9/11”
Though it is absolutely relevant today.
Regardless of what color anyone’s epidermis is, I am not sure how any individual can feel safe, when they have essentially been forced to remove their shoes and belt.
Marched through a full body screening device with almost bare feet planted on specific markings as you are told to raise your arms into a pseudo torture position, hoping your unbelted pants don’t fall off.
At the same time you are separated from your identity… *keys, wallet and phone. Being rolled and conveyed through its own routine** screening.
*
Keys – protecting “things” you “borrow” & love
Wallet – holding ID & money to keep traveling
Phone – showing your only “boarding” “pass”
As you won’t be able to keep an eye on it or run after it. So safe and secure. Where is the psyche safety in that?? A commonplace violation is still a violation.
Compelled chronologically by artificial necessity to be at a location that you might otherwise travel to another way.
**
Routine, as how could anyone possibly stay alert after watching various shades of gray on a screen for hours on end while mindlessly chit-chating with coworkers who would obviously rather be anywhere else.
Other than having found a government job that has been layered into the economy so people have things to do to feed their family.
Which will always continue to add layers upon layers because people keep adding people to the economy as a matter of routine. Even though their spawn may wind up in careers of guiding their fellow cattle through a series of fences and conveyer belts.
For the brief sensation of flying in an aluminum tube.
Please put your tray tables up and your setback forward.
Thank you for traveling Convoluted Air
Hope you enjoyed this flight.
Knowing what we know now
How do we unknow
What no longer
Not only
Does not serve all
Bipedal earthling artists
But rather is detrimental
To our divine evolution
The bondage of human suffering
Begins with the bondage
Of human beliefs
Where different sections
Of different sects
Varied by geography
Or imaginary borders
Lay literal claim
To an invisible force
“An energy field created by all living things.It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together.”
– Obi-Wan Kenobi
Into that of invisible men
That were fabricated
Eons ago to explain
The seemingly unexplainable
With variations on a theme
Of how to behave peaceably
Get along together with
The humility of understanding
Everyone’s differences
Lest of course they differ
……….Slightly………
“Personally, I think it’s a bunch of shit. Well I mean, life is sacred? Who said so? God?
Hey if you read history, you realize that God is one of the leading causes of death.
Has been for thousands of years. Hindus, Muslims, Jews, Christians, all taking turns killing each other because God told them it was a good idea.
The sword of God, the blood of the lamb, vengeance is mine, millions of dead motherfuckers, all because they gave the wrong answer to the God question.
‘You believe in God?’
‘No.’
*BANG* Dead.
‘You believe in God?’
‘Yes.’
‘You believe in my God?’
‘No.’
*Bang* Dead.
‘My God has a bigger dick than your God!’
That’s how it is, isn’t it?
Thousands of years, and all the best wars too, the bloodiest, most brutal wars fought all based on religious hatred, which is fine with me.
Anytime a bunch of holy people want to kill each other, I’m a happy guy.”
– George Carlin
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So now that we know that
Literally metaphorically
Actually and comedically
How do we unknown that
To free the collective
From their suffering
Both pointed and perceived
That we may accomplish
True freedom and peace
Maybe we need
To invent
A global sized
Men In Black
Flashy thing
To eradicate
From our minds
All of the biblical
Mistaken indoctrinations
Like a root program
Imbedded in our
Hard drive of
Illogical beginnings
An irrational flooding
By a supreme being
Guilty of globalcide
Letting the survivors
Divide themselves into
Made up hierarchies
Tribes with violent leaders
Who fought over
Not water or food
But rather because
God would help them win
If they followed “his” laws
Which did not apply to “him”
Guilty once again of murder
Known as filial-cide
After “sending” his son
To teach and guide by example
When that didn’t work
He “allowed” him to be killed
“Thanks dad”
– Jesus Christ
Scapegoating society’s sins
As the bizarre justification
“I don’t even understand the connection with ‘died for your sins’. He died for your sin, well, how does one affect the other? ‘I hit myself in the foot with a shovel for your mortgage’…
– Doug Stanhope
BS like that and all the rest
Has befallen our collective psyche
Causing a whole lot of
Mistrust and suspicion
Simply because someone
Doesn’t look like you
Or sound like you
Too many conjuring up
Similar images of
Omniscient bogeyman
When in reality
All were spawned
From the same
Mother
Earth
How do we not
Know that?
Perhaps because
That is not
What is
Known
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
If we could only
“Imagine”
Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…. Aha-ah…
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one
– John Lennon
Every single time
I see one of those
Don’t Tread On Me
Vanity license plate
Where the lessor of
Those license plates
Pays an extra fee
To the government
To express that they
Hate the government
Definitely symbolism
Over substance
True rebellion over
Tyranny and oppression
Would be to neither
Register or license
The vehicle in the first place
Of course (Written with
heavy sarcasm)
The uniformed gestapo
Would be constantly
Pulling them over
Assessing fines
Then they’d have to go
To court to fight it and
You know the cliché
Can’t fight city hall
So yeah now I get it
Their token symbolism
Is much cheaper
Making their point
Pointless
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Now
Perhaps……
The miraculous technology is obviously very cool, from megapixels to terabytes. Self driving cars, interconnected satellites for GPS and instant planetary communication.
Likewise the creation of creature comforts is incredible. Food production, waste removal, half day intercontinental travel.
All fascinatingly amazing……..
However, it has become largely routine, to the point where some bean counter is sitting at an actuarial table calculating detailed spreadsheets. Birth and death rates, starvation and obesity statistics, glaciers melting vs. sea levels rising. Compiling more and more data on more and more metadata. Etcetera etc.
Or then say……
During the Miocene Epoch
Being one of the first hominids, making use of its evolutionary opposable thumbs. Free as all get out, granted, alive enough to wonder whether you are going to eat or be eaten. But very much alive. I can feel my heart beat rise thinking about it.
Very much connected to both life forces of mother earth and father sky. The pulsing oceans of underground internal heat matched in balance by the external heat and cool breezes.
“So here is the soul of a man
When the world was virgin
Before the coming of men
Just a solar witness
The beginning of the end
From a world of magma
To a cold rock face
The ascent of madness
And a human race”
//
“If Eternity Should Fail”
– Iron Maiden
Being very much alive…..in the……
“Superunknown”
“If this isn’t what you see
It doesn’t make you blind
Yea, if this doesn’t make you feel
It doesn’t mean you’ve died
//
If you don’t want to be seen
Well you don’t have to hide
And if you don’t want to believe
Well you don’t have to try to feel alive, yea
//
If this doesn’t make you free
It doesn’t mean you’re tied
If this doesn’t take you down
It doesn’t mean you’re high
If this doesn’t make you smile
Yea, you don’t have to cry
If this isn’t making sense
Yea, it doesn’t make it lies, oh
//
Get yourself afraid
Get yourself alone
Get yourself contained
Get yourself control, control
Yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, oh
First it steals your mind and then it steals your
First it steals your mind and then it steals your
First it steals your mind and then it steals your soul.”
– Soundgarden
Free, alive and naked too. Not adorned in some moronic loin cloth, artists like to depict early bipedal earthlings. To satiate some silly notion of either shame or modesty. Pooping and peeing in healthy balance with nature after eating and drinking. Now that is living.
Returning to the earth, what came from the earth, to be cycled like everything else. Not like trying to recycle plastic which will never get broken down to its original oil.
“The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we’re gone, and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself, ’cause that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed. And if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new paradigm: the earth plus plastic.
The earth doesn’t share our prejudice toward plastic. Plastic came out of the earth. The earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the earth allowed us to be spawned from it in the first place. It wanted plastic for itself. Didn’t know how to make it. Needed us. Could be the answer to our age-old egocentric philosophical question, “Why are we here?”
Plastic… asshole.”
– George Carlin
Back to the freedom of the experience of being alive during the Miocene Epoch.
Which many conservatives believe only comes at the end of the barrel of a gun.
No mortgages, no bank account, no legislative governing body, no keys, no doors to lock, no appointments to keep, no places to be, no clock to watch, no watch to keep track of your steps, no car to crash in, no toilet paper therefore no toilet paper shortage.
Dare I say it..No religion to tell you to hate your fellow primates, spawned from the same mother…..Earth. Why? Because gods or God had not been “invented” yet. Think about that.
That you are simply very much alive due to an evolutionary process, formed out of the primordial ooze on a planet in the Goldilocks zone. In an outer band of stars of just one of many billions and trillions of other galaxies.
Alive with wonder and no distractions, just raw trust in your abilities and instinct to live.
“For millions of years
Mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happenend
Which unleashed the power
Of our imagination
We learned to talk”
– Stephen Hawking
Maybe, there in LIES the problem.
Trash talking and making s#!+ up to make unaware beings of Gaia consciousness into believing an invisible man in the sky made all this by himself. Nevermind…..
“All we need to do is make sure we keep talking.”
– Stephen Hawking /
Pink Floyd’s “Keep Talking”
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
“The program for this evening is not new
You’ve seen this entertainment
Through and through
You’ve seen your birth your life and death
You might recall all of the rest
Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?”
“The Movie” by
“The Doors”
The only thing
Keeping me alive
Is that I have
Nothing to live for
As in an implausible
Heaven which
Doesn’t exist
Save in the mind
Or
The one thing
Keeping me alive
Is that I have
Nothing to die for
As in an implausible
Heaven which
Doesn’t exist
Save in the mind
Deep s@&t
Where this should have stopped.
Nope…..
Living as long as possible
For either death by decay
“As soon as you’re born
You are dying”
– Iron Maiden
Or death by expedition
By one’s own hands and
Will, freewill or won’t will
One way or the other
There is a knowing
That there is no end
Just by following a
Process of elimination
Pondering possibilities
There is no death
Rather only transference
Through dimensions
After all that is how
You came into being
On this plane as it were
Why else would it be
Referred to as a child
Being a new arrival
Hmmmmmmmmm?
Likewise when you
Become dead, you are
Now the departed
If it were a “matter” *
Of only being a seed
Planted in a garden
That “matter”
Is already here
Manifesting a vehicle
For the soul to travel
Around in this dimension
At this temporary moment
To live life
To its fullest
Or its diminishment
Either way
The choice is yours
Or mine or whatever
“We teach best what we need to learn most ourselves.”
– Richard Bach
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
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There is no matter
Only the perception of
Observing interchangeable
Waves and particles
Interchanging as
Waves and particles
In an endless flow of
Energy altering between
Kinetic and stored
For our amusement
Never control
Just entertainment
“It’s just a ride”
– Bill Hicks
“You know what I mean”
.
When I hear that, my head
Wants to head for the hills
Dragging my self with it
You know what I mean
After giving it the easiest
Response which is…..yeah.
To quickly satiate their ego
With a communication reward
“Yeah” or more positive “Yes”
That somehow they have
Expressed useless information
In a meaningful way that a
Fellow human being understands.
Meanwhile a fitting response
Would be …. I have no clue
For from that empty question
I am preoccupied with the
Awareness of the miracle
Of the supposed communication
In the first place, either by
A person standing near me
In a reasonable audio range
That they can open their mouth
Instantaneously convert
Thoughts into words that express
An idea or point they are making
From a membrane in the throat
Exiting moving lips having been
Manipulated in a moist mouth
By tongue teeth and breath then
Pass invisibly through the air
To be received into my ear
Where 2 sets of hammers
Anvils and stirrups are whirring away
Processing that sound into data
To go into my brain to respond
Yes, I know what you mean
To be kind and complimentary
Better still to consider when
That line is heard through a
Cellular and Bluetooth dialog
Miles and or hours apart
Most likely moving in
Different directions and speed
Then the miracle is being
Aware that the thoughts
From the brain to the throat
Are still occurring yet now
It is being transferred via
Bluetooth to a cellular device
Transmitted to a nearby tower
Then through the atmosphere
To a random roving satellite
Back down to a different tower
Connect to a cellular phone
Through a tiny Bluetooth device
To complete the whole voice
Brain throat tongue mouth ear
Information transfer thingy
Damn near instantaneously
And apparently invisibly
All the while someone concerns
Themselves whether or not if
I know what they mean. Whew!!!
You know what I mean?
.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Where this should have stopped.
.
Since all that happens
Instantly and invisibly
Don’t you think humans
Would have the capacity
If they had something
Important to say to someone
They could think the thought
Then transfer it to the recipient
Without the monthly cell service
You know what I mean? Ooops.
My biggest accomplishment
Took the least amount of effort
Which was not planting seeds
In any fertile garden, knowing of
The biological, psychological
Social structure and planetary
(There’s narcissistic ego for you)
Damage I would have caused…….
I can rest easy amongst the dead
Knowing any unwitting participants
Stayed safely in the spirit realm
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Knowing what you know
Is not so much about
Knowing what is known
Rather recalling what has been
Taught and indoctrinated
As focused distractions
Knowing this now is owning
What you don’t know (known)
Such as infinity is infinite
Therefore there is absolutely
Neither a beginning or an end
Let alone purpose or reason
Though that is difficult
To wrap your head around
But not at all for your heart
Leading to a deep meditation
That momentarily brings
Everything in to and out of focus
At least as far as I know
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
“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
“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.”
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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 defenses 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.”
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– Bill Hicks
Looking at the world through a windshield. 