Life is not sacred
Words are
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Words will be here
Long after we are gone
Like brighter sparks
Of the divine
Illuminating the mind
The alpha and omega of thought
Word = God
God = Word
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John 1:1
In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.
So as not to repeat myself too much
Further extrapolations can be found
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The sacredness of words
Therefore come into play
As somehow always existing
Well before the shortest word
We know today being the word ( i )
Leading to the shortest sentence
And most powerful one ( I am. )
Still even that only lasts a short while
So perhaps I am wrong
Like…..That’s never happened before
That maybe….life is sacred
Just need to use those
God/words like they are intended
With peace and love
Existing infinitely
Is it any wonder
We can not see
Where we’re going
Our path is
Illuminated with
A black light
Absorbing all
Of our colors
Till one day
It may only reflect
White
“Because it’s a great big white world
And we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves,
We used to love one another
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In a world so white what else could I say?”
“Marilyn Manson”
Save that this perpetual distraction
Did not start with 3000 body bags
After a manipulated election
Dismissing overwhelmingly
“Alleged” proof that 911 “attacks”
Were perhaps an inside job
That jet fuel doesn’t burn
Hot enough to melt steel
Or that a building (7) collapses
As if by magical “fires” and debris
There’s a pattern developing here
Republicans pretend to make a mess
Democrats pretend to clean it up
Meanwhile it is all for show keeping
Audiences at the edge of their seats
Eviscerated of their personal power
As an acceptable par for the course
Because of millennium long
Successive generation indoctrination
Conforming citizens to consume
Instead of healing people & a planet
Oh yeah, there’s no money in that
As divinity is discarded to the dump
How the heck would we exist
If we didn’t buy redundant shit to live
Or hyperbolized fantasy products
That can deliver nothing more than
Cash from your account to theirs
How many more beds or sheets
Do you need before you realize
Why you are not getting any sleep
Will you get any more excercise
On a $3000 coat rack then you would
Walking around the block twice
Or buy that “good habit” toothbrush
To clean the same teeth the same way
For $ 40. when the $ 4. one worked
Just asking since I know no difference
Isn’t it a little strange
For 45’s supporters
To unsell Bernie to
Their masses
Because there is
Nothing to sell of 45
Accepting abuse of power
A cyclical economy
Regardless WH occupant
Which is fine
I’m not looking
For Bernie either
It’s just a strange
Sales pitch
This car is
In worse shape
Than what you’re driving
Better stick
With what you’ve got
One must ask themselves
What it is they are
Experiencing
Is it reality
Is it a lesson
Is it a test
If so
Can it be altered
Who’s administering it
Is one passing
Does it lead to another
Reality, lesson or test
We’ve got to
Make something up
This Jesus Christ
He walks on water
Not literally mind you
Or in actuality
Rather his thoughts and words
Are so pure
He floats above the fray
That is the stream
Of human consciousness
Trusting in the universe
That all will be okay
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Here’s how this came about
Saw the following as a meme on fb
Just don’t know how to put it here
So here it is transcribed
Seems a worthy resolution
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“This year, I want to be more like Jesus
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– Hang out with sinners
– Upset religious people
– Tell stories that make people think
– Choose unpopular friends
– Be kind, loving and merciful
– Take naps on boats
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And it got me to thinking
With a vague peripheral awareness
Mostly understanding the first five
With no clue where to find
In a bible the reference for
Jesus taking a nap on a boat
Then remembered
I can access my Google’d brain
Found this in the NIV
Mathew 8, 23-26
23Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him. 24Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping.
25The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”
26He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.
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Since that whole book is open to infinite interpretation, (here’s mine.)
“Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.”
Taken literally that sounds too magical. My guess, with JC being a teacher, merely used the situation of the winds and the waves, to teach.
That no matter what difficulties frighten or scare us, one’s that rock our boat (world) if we trust in the universe, everything will be alright.
There is a saying, alternately attributed to Buddha Siddhartha Guatama Shakyamuni and the Theosophists, that goes:
When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.
Likewise the reverse must be true
If the students are not ready, the teacher will disappear.
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Which I suspect more to be the case
For the historians to write that the teacher was martyred instead of disappearing.
Much more convenient to shirk responsibility that way, than admit that no one was following the teacher’s guidance.
Like be kind and love your neighbor.
Which has lead us to WWJD
“What would Jesus do?” They don’t wanna know so they can do it – they just wanna know so they can tell other people to do it!
– George Carlin
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You were right from the beginning
As for a good storyline
Let’s start with he walks on water
Then work on it from both directions
See what we can conjure up to control people
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If this offends anyone you must know
These thoughts entered my head
Then exited out my fingers
I apologize, I am merely the conduit
Wait, scratch that I take fool
Full responsibility, I pressed publish
(Going highbrow now)
Opinions are like farts
To the actual “owner”
They smell like roses
Therefore feel compelled
To share with everyone
When in reality most are like
The cat box emanations of
A nine cat household that
Hasn’t been cleaned for weeks
Good thing most times
You are just a “click” away
Or at least a “scroll” past from
The nauseating stench emanating
From various sized screens
Usually without foul air revenge
Which is typically where most exhibit
Their balloon bowel bravery or worse
Join in with their crevice chorus
The rest you encounter are the ones
Near the water cooler in the breakroom to
Where you’re “trapped” like in an elevator
And can not escape or hold your nose
That’s not even……….. an option
All you can do is extend exhaling with
Face scrunched until the doors open
Or can finish your break quick
When instead one should be
Wafting their hand inquiring
Not so much as what who ate, rather
What disinformation they consumed
At which restaurant of rhetoric
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Well this already lasted longer than planned
So to sum up with all of the bad air
Realize all of the either non essential
Products or hyperbolized promotion
Sponsoring the talking heads nightly
Getting paid a boat load of money
People are essentially inviting these
Noxious gasses into their homes
Through one big screen and
Essentially passing down wind
More foulness through smaller screens
And paying for it themselves
(“I was dreamin’ when I wrote this
Forgive me if it goes astray”)
– Prince
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If Bernie wins
The democratic nomination
45 will get reelected
Without help from either
Russia or Ukraine or
A guy on his couch
Or ghina if they’re listening
It will rest on the complacency
Condemnation turned courting
Then capitulation of corruption
By the reticent Republicans
Pleading for petulant power
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The drumbeat build up has begun
For the next two minutes hate chant
Screaming the “evils” of socialism
Instead of for the walls of seperation
Besides
Trading Republican socialism
For Democratic socialism
Is still socialism except that
Republican socialism aka
The military industrial complex
Corporate welfare and
Privatized prison farms
So ingrained in the culture
Will also remain funded
Turning a debtor nation
Financially and morally
Into a bankrupt one
Not to mention
The women who would vote for 45
Must be so self loathing to their sisterhood
As to sacrifice their collective body
To the malignant mandate of men
Just a few more unbalanced
“Supreme” court nominees to go
In my perception any self respecting bipedal earthling artist wth a vagina and functioning reproductive organs might as well buy a one way ticket to Canada now to escape the upcoming Gilead.
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That or find a really nice stable kept warm by the burning of the constitution and the fading embers of Roe v. Wade to be legislated into brood mares for the state.
It doesn’t matter if any one votes
Remember:
“If voting made any difference they wouldn’t let us do it.”
― Mark Twain
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Therefore the outcome is predicated
On the collective constitution of the
Combined individual’s heart & being
Obviously it is what got us here now
All the paper ballots with hanging chads
Secure hackproof voting machines
To allow “free and fair elections”
Add up to zip zilch nada nothing if
Everyone is experiencing fear of
Their fellow space travelers as directed
Sacrificing their own powers to
A projection of an individual
Whom they think will “lead” them
“Democracy is the worst kind, I am sorry, but it is. We get to pick our leaders..well…
What if I don’t want a leader? Where does that vote go? I do good on my own, I don’t want to be “led”. Is that freedom?”
– Doug Stanhope
To lead such a diverse nation
Certainly not the likes of me
I spend my time leading myself
With no followers to guide
As a contrarian individualist
Who pooh-poohs the rules by
Conforming to the axiom
If you don’t do anything wrong
You can not get caught
Inciting peaceful anarchy
A silent revolutionary rebel
Dropping hints of meritocracy
Subtly without subterfuge
Hoping it will catch on as
A means to go forward
Taking experts in various fields
Of different religions races genders
Perhaps fifteen to twenty one
Willing to work together to evolve
All space travelers on the earth ship
So that no “one” advances one agenda
Progressively dismantle the
State run flawed rule of law
Replace w/ compassionate guidance
Starting off with making sure
Everyone on the ship is fed
Has clean livable quarters and
Free to move around the sphere
As it is everybody’s mobile home
Hurling through the cosmos
Realizing there is no separation
From the bloated belly baby
Starving to death of no nutrition
Nor clean water or decent shelter
While some capitalist dines on a
Gold flaked steak and blood red wine
In an ivory tower guarded 24/7
As all become aware no one is qualified
Finally shake the status quo
That never drains the swamp just
Changes the names of the creatures
Followed by an (r) or a (d)
“Can you calm down on your rutting just for a couple of seconds, until we figure out this FOOD/AIR DEAL?”
– Bill Hicks
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For the longest time
I believed
A person
Any person
All persons
Could only hold
One thought at a time
Why did I believe this
Because years ago
I heard someone
Mention it on the radio
There’s credibility for you
Someone nameless and faceless
Uttering his perception
Or strengthening an agenda
To limit expanding consciousness
For what occurred
To change this perception
Is realizing that you can
Love adore and cherish
Your children and grandchildren
Biological or non-biological
Whilst simultaneously
Holding the thought
That there are
Too many people
On this planet
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“Have you pictured what this planet is going to be like in 40 to 50 years? It’s going to be a big smoking ball of shit, a big, smoking, flaming, stinking ball of gaseous shit.”
– George Carlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 