“I’m a visionary. I’m ahead of my time.
Trouble is, I’m only about an hour and a half ahead.
Here’s a good idea: a light bulb that only shines on things worth looking at.
Yeah, too idealistic, never make any money on a thing like that.”
– George Carlin
Lost In The Light
Illuminating our way
To where we can see
Everywhere we go
Yet still not know
Or have any clue of
Where we are at
By shining bright lights
On everything in sight
So easily led by fright
As humans become collateral damage
In the ongoing battle for brightness
Between incandescent & fluorescent
Never iridescent, yet hot as halogen
Or as cool as light emitting diodes under
The high pressure of sodium vapor
Aimed in no particular direction
So candescent it manifests reflection
Even off the darkest of surfaces
The bright ambient light
Bouncing back and forth
Off of the thin atmosphere
Obscures our vision, sense
Wonder and night dreaming
Of our place in the cosmos
Not by what we could see
But rather by what we can
No longer sense of our place
The place within ourselves
That mirrors the collective’s
Place in the infinite infinity
Which by comparison are both
Microscopic dots of the whole
You on earth & earth in infinity
Soon it will all be a myth anyway
As lights out-candle the views
Because we are afraid of the dark
Starry nights will go the way
Of dinosaurs becoming extinct and
Read about in museums
Our evolution
Is not looking
Too bright
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
This was un-inspired by my work travels, which takes me over a mountain pass between two sparsely populated states.
Where on a cool cloudless night one could stop at the summit, look up (or down)(we are on a spinning sphere, right) in the sky.
The closest thing, to being a kid 50 years ago, when you could lie on the grass in your back yard. Observe the stars and wonder. See the big and little dipper, the thicker band of star light.
To latter learn at The Griffith Observatory that earth, in relationship of this one galaxy called the Milky Way, is in that outer band of stars. Keeping our ego in self check that it is not the center of attention or the center of the universe.
Now, that view is diminishing by small cities, (populations under a thousand) just fifteen miles away, so lit up with lights shining on things not worth looking at, it bleeds into the ozone layer as a veil of ignorance.
I want my stars, we need the stars to show / sense our way, away from the narcissistic path of deity destruction.
I’ll close with some Iron Maiden lyrics.
“Fear Of The Dark”
I am a man who walks alone
And when I’m walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it’s dark.
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something’s always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone’s always there
Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you’re searching for the light?
Sometimes when you’re scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You’ve sensed that something’s watching you.
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something’s always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark.
I have a phobia that someone’s always there
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no-one’s there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you’re sure there’s someone there
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something’s always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark.
I have a phobia that someone’s always there
Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklore
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind.
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something’s always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone’s always there.
When I’m walking a dark road
I am a man who walks alone
“Fear Of The Dark”
Iron Maiden
Are you afraid of the dark? Everything is the same, only with the absence of light.
The Chain
Of communication is
Broken at every link
Needing to be forged
By the heat process of
Linking the information
From its intention to
An audience of one or
A multitude of minds
Each bringing their own
Perceptions saturated by
Heady indoctrinations or
Emotional attachments
None of which will match
The originating first link
Regardless of how well
It is taut or not taught
The Page
If it is not the broken chain,
Then it is trying to get
Everyone on the same page
When no one has
The same book
Let alone be in
The the right chapter
In a known language
That has both daft and
Definitive definitions
Gleaned from both
Content and context
The Clock
Any communication
Successful or otherwise
Is an outright outlier miracle
Inasmuch as everything is
Happening all at once then
Interpreted linearly to make
Sense of it literally or actually
Deciphering metaphorically
Rarely with any consistency
In a timely fashion
Where vocal transmitters
Broadcast instantly to
Audio receivers when not
Interrupted by competing
Voices in the brain
Ever have that experience when you hear somebody tell you something and though you believe you heard them with 100% accuracy, you discover you had no idea what they meant or said?
Or…..
You speak clearly, perhaps even having rehearsed what you just said, in a way thay you know is enunciated properly, that will convey an outcome that is understood by all, so you can move on to the next subject? And they…. have no idea what they meant or said?
Yeah, me too except that it happens all of the time. That’s what inspired this. Hope these words in print make sense.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
“Or hearing and speaking aides.”
– Angelo Devlin
Usually happens by
The un-think-able
Having know awareness
By having no aware-ness
Making no connection to
Their known connections
Of what they say compared
To what they actually do
Such as wanting the gov’t
Not to have a say in their
Child’s lives regarding school
Masks and vaccine mandates
But don’t seem to mind warm
Comfortable class rooms
Providing at least one meal with
Underpaid teachers dutifully
Guiding their young-uns to
Barely read and write in-between
Competing with digital electronics
That have their rapt attention
Even before they leave the house
Or having crossing “guards” in
Reduced speed school zones
Oh yeah, protecting their young-uns
This was inspired by the Howard Stern show, playing bits and clips of alleged parents, ranting and raving at school board meetings.
Carrying on with various conspiracy theories, that the government and Hollywood are in cahoots to bring harm to children.
Quickly veering off the mask and vaccine topic, (since that is no fun) to unsubstantiated claims that 800,000 children are whisked away into human trafficking. Which, with minimal research is 700% off.
Still bad, but if that information (800,000) was actually believed by the parent, making a goofy name for themselves.
They would be, should be home guarding their child, homeschooling them, not indoctrinating them to live in fear, without wearing a mask.
Keeping all screens off, and away from detrimental influences. Oh wait, that is, the parents.
Near the bottom of my list of reasons for not reproducing any mini-me versions of me, was fear that a mini-me would be abducted and trafficked.
So I did what any responsible adult would do. Leave that soul safely in the spirit realm where no earthly earthling harm could come to them.
Which is exactly what Jesus did. And out of all of the insane projections transgressed upon the transformation of a spiritual teacher, from a healer and forgiver to a xenophobic misogynist. A breeder was not one of them.
If all the alleged Christians were more Christ like, they too would not have had any children to be abducted……..or wear masks.
That, for some reason, is unthinkable.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
In a cult like fashion of
Moths drawn to a flame
From around the state
To a regional football game
Dressed in specific colors
Emblazoned with some name
Worshipping at the alter
Of the temporarily insane
.
For it is zombie like they seem
Though they own nothing
But say it is “their” team
Claiming the touchdown
From the comfort of their seat
Whilst drinking beer
Repeat after repeat
.
Passing habits on to children
Developing many in adolescence
In the art of a social distraction
While glorifying paid for violence
A micro version of war
Which is really the pretense
.
“I don’t mind about the war, it’s one of the things I like to watch, if it is a war going on. ‘Cause then I know then, if our side is winning, if our side is losing.
.
Roger Waters
“What God Wants, part 1”
From “Amused To Death”
No chance society is going to
Mothball this activity as it needs
Sponsors and consumers to feed
Winners & losers of corporate greed
Domestic violence surges after a football match ends
Alcohol is a major player in the relationship between sport and abuse
– The Economist
July 9th, 2021
Enjoy the “game”.
After all, what good is a little violence?
If you can’t bring it home with you?
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Hypnotized Impotence
What happens when bipedal
Earthling artists are hypnotized
Into thinking feeling believing
That they have no power to
Affect or effect any change
Toward their own divine evolution
By means of dichotomous distraction
Through unaware competing sources
Hell bent on on inflating ego’s
Perceived as right and righteous
Unintentionally extinguishing
Sparks of divinity that could
Collectively shine as a beacon
Of light to get us out of this
Cyclical mess of fear greed
Consumption waste and hate
Not quite sure how well the following lyrics relate to the above, if at all, however they popped into my consciousness so, I’m leaving them here. Thanks for reading.
“My grandfather was a painter. He, uh, died at age eighty-eight. He illustrated Robert Frost’s first two books of poetry. And he was looking at me and he said, “Harry, there’s two kinds of tired. There’s good tired and there’s bad tired.”
He said, “Ironically enough, bad tired can be a day that you won. But you won other people’s battles, you lived other people’s days, other people’s agendas, other people’s dreams. And when it was all over there was very little you in there. And when you hit the hay at night, somehow you toss and turn – you don’t settle easy.”
He said, “Good tired, ironically enough, can be a day that you lost. But you don’t even have to tell yourself because you knew you fought your battles, you chased your dreams, you lived your days. And when you hit the hay at night, you settle easy, You sleep the sleep of the just and you can say, take me away.”
He said, “Harry, all my life I’ve wanted to be a painter. And I’ve painted. God, I would have loved to have been more successful. But I’ve painted, and I’ve painted, and I am good tired, and they can take me away.”
Now there is a process in your and my lives, in the insecurity that we have about a prior life or an afterlife. God, I hope there is a God, if He is – if He does exist He has a rather weird sense of humor, however.
But let’s just – but if there’s a process that will let us live our days, that will allow us that degree of equanimity towards the end, looking at that black implacable wall of death, to allow us that degree of peace, that degree of non-fear, I want in.”
“My Grandfather”
– Harry Chapin
If people thought
Covid-19 was
Communicable
Through the chin
If they would use
A mask to cover
Their mouth and nose?
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Does Jesus save lives
Or is it………. seatbelts
An inquiring mind
Wants to know
I saw both “signs” today
However, the seatbelt one
Looked more “official”
Plus it makes more sense
Perhaps Jesus is
A brand of seatbelt
If this wasn’t an inquiry
It would be borderline blasphemous
I just want to know how?
Is Jesus a doctor or a back up plan
If you forget your seatbelt?
With my limited knowledge
Yet best understanding
Jesus is / was an Ascended Master
Not sure what that is, however
It sounds better than some
Schmuck with a GED
Still doesn’t answer the question though.
How does Jesus save lives?
Is it the belief in the name?
The imagined personification of a deity.
Running around saving lives, but
Perhaps……..only if you……believe.
Isn’t he well known for already having
“Died” for people’s “sins”*
If it is forgiveness for your “sins”
Skip the middleman. Forgive yourself.
He’s busy. Has to be, saving lives.
Just like the billboard messages say.
Maaaaaybeeeee, forgiving yourself
Is the first step on the path
To becoming an Ascended Master
*
“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’…
//
“Why would you die for someone’s sins? Your sins are the only thing interesting about you, you dreary, bleak motherf!@#$ers.”
– Doug Stanhope
I am not suggesting or insinuating there is not a Jesus. I can fully accept that there is an Ascended Master spiritual teacher named Jesus. Likewise Buddha and Mohammad. Plus all the other alphabetical Ascended Masters we never hear about.
To my best perceived earthbound human capacity ability to understand, it is within our divine right and reach to achieve as well.
I just think Jesus’s alleged beginning, end and race are quite contrived to serve a different agenda. One that doesn’t align with his teachings. Such as forgiveness, helping the poor, feeding the hungry and healing the sick.
Due to some super/artificial book transferred from tall tales passed on in millennia, finally transcribed originally in three different languages. None of which were English.
Rewritten reworded recontextualized by those who reigned in power at each time of its writing to “serve” that “time”.
Apparently at this time, forgiveness, helping the poor, feeding the hungry and healing the sick, (although still in the book describing his teachings) his most notable modus operandi are relegated as discarded information.
As now simple minds, through oratory retellings, graven brass and wooden images using caucasian features, that Jesus is a white (pink) republican gun-toting flag waving, xenophobic, racist, homophobic, misogynistic, merikkkan capitalist.
Whose only mission is…. saving themselves.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Geez, that is a long way from seatbelts, must have been looking through my binoculars.
Of anything exists anywhere
Therefore it all comes down to belief
Which is based on even less then proof
Otherwise there would not be people
Who identify as “flat earthers”…right
To “prove” my point can only use words
That will interact from this screen
To many screens or no screens at all
Through eyes into minds to cogitate
Over the proof less proof so to speak
Technically speaking I have no idea
If the earth is spherical or flat, however
Thrice I jumped out of a perfectly
Good airplane, where the Jump Master
Advised me to look at the horizon
To see the curvature of the earth
Upon seeing this looked all around
To observe that it was indeed round
Yet question the power of suggestion
Is 12,500 ft above sea level …..proof
Knowing my eyes have deceived before
Through mirages and imaginations
Vividly poor recollection and mind tricks
I assume that there must be enough of a collective rationale to accept the premise.
That, seems to be at the core of how the human mind operates……tricky.
Hearing or reading words describing near impossible plausibiliies, such as a flat earth. Clinging to them desperately to satiate a smug sense of self-satisfaction of control, when in reality there is no proof.
Except that you read it somewhere with attached flat pictures of a circular earth, or you heard it from someone you thought you trusted. Other than that, where’s the proof?
When you could look and feel deep within side yourself, the part that is connected and interconnected to everyone and all that is. To still not have proof, yet a tiny grasp of a wee bit of understanding how most perceived celestial objects, planets, moon, stars, black holes are spherical.
Therefore making the concept of arguing, counter arguing, over the shape of the earth, a dopey distraction. Impeding our evolution toward the enlightenment of all divine beings.
Which might be a worthy purpose, even without………proof.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
It is strange how well
We can recognize stuff
Within us
That is outside of us
That we don’t like
Except when
We look in the mirror
Fixable problems
That won’t get fixed
Are not broken
They are “fixed”
Looking at the world through a windshield. 