All humans intuit life.

                We understand it in this way.

                               Life is not a matter for reasoning, intuit!

Have you ever paused to consider seriously anything at all?

Have you ever paused to consider seriously what is the source of all the laws I subject myself to, which I commit the lives of my children to, and under which I serve in my work on earth? How are they made, for instance, and by whom made? Have they changed recently? Often do they change? Are there any laws which have stood the test of time? Are there still laws that have been around unaltered for over 50,000 years? Is a law true if it changes with time and circumstances? Or, is it a reflection and its source change itself? Is that reliable in your estimation? Who are you?

Are the laws that do not change an expression of unalterable truth? The law of water, maybe? Air? And dirt? Fire? The type of anarchy required to serve unaltered law is nonviolent. It is by no means political, nor philosophical. Opposing no one, simply bow before that which never changes. Then, for your self, decide, decide because you understand at last. Such a teaching is timeless, and it is so simple a child does it by its nature. And, marvelously, it cannot be interfered with by any power in the world, is untraceable. Can you sense an is without requiring a source for it?

Have you learned about a paradox that stops man from accepting completely any ultimate truths? It goes: if God is unstoppable and all powerful can God make a force that God cannot stop? Either way, God is shown to be not all powerful it is thought. So, again, can you accept a what that is neither existent nor is it non-existent?

Merely drop your bucket of learned words. Notice how nobody else will ever know you did that? Man finds a tool and it drives him crazy. Crazy people some of the time recover and are not the same people they were before they went crazy. They do not recover so much as they come home.

Who Thinks At Your Church?

Whether you believe it or not, what the books and magazines and now the internet is telling you if you read it is this-

let us think for you.

And, even if you think you go to a movie or a show for entertainment only, still, the message is

let us think for you.

People in the modern era (which will be ancient times before too long) worship books and art because it is where they received their thinking (if but second hand for most of us). People who study art write up what they think about it for readers, to swallow. Or, talkers, who study some art or another tell what it should mean to an audience of listeners.

Look for this one. If I tell you what I think and you react by strong disagreement I am controlling what you think as surely as the one who agrees with you.

Who among us refuses to tell us what to think? Who leaves a gap in every tale out of respect to allow the receiver to fill in the truth for himself? Who in other words, offers no solution? Who says every time, “You Know.” (A good comedian?) (Not if you only think it is funny.) (A good one also makes you cry.)

Another living creature senses my presence, and in that same moment I sense the presence in the other, therefore, I exist.

great music can be

a break from another awful day of sameness at the job

or a forceful reminder to the soul of what a free (wo)man knows

All The Tribes and Their Singularity

All the tribes left behind some stragglers who volunteered to live on reservations to uphold the impression that the white man has conquered the red ones and now dominates all America. End of story. This is far from true. Every galaxy of swirling star masses has at its soul a super massive black hole which affects the farthest star in the swirl with its powerful draw. All power in the galaxy is in the singularity at its core. The black hole is the powerful source which will not be denied and never, never is it mocked. When it moves so moves the galaxy. Creator and destroyer. And so it is within the souls of all people, all who have been, all who are now, and all who shall be.

The red ones followed the others who left before them in a timeless universe. Yet, they did not go anywhere. They stayed but at a different vibration and here and now co-exist with those who think themselves to be victors; the violent ones who only appeared to win. The red ones and the wildlife they cherish who left and all who left before them are unseen by the blind ones who know not of the exodus through a black hole they most dreadfully fear. But the ones who left see the ones who remain quite clearly since they have been in the place they left behind and know all about it.

Strangely, the volunteers who remained behind as stragglers have a job to do. They dwell among the lost and weary, as the most weary of all, as those who appear to be the banished, to arise from the scourge of awful misfortune as an encouragement to others to surrender to a greater good.

The blackest hole is not a dream but the source of all dreamers.

It Bothers Me

Thinking I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. Can I be certain I am clever? I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever.

When I stop thinking I know.

Then it bothers me to realize how the geniuses are dominated by so many buffoons. How can they be geniuses? How can I be certain? I am not even clever.

The geniuses are geniuses at one thing: they are good at making it seem that that one thing is all that matters. They do it with imagination, the pattern for the invisible internet believed to be real liable. Everyone is connected to something in that strange place, on that cloud, it appears so anyway. Always and forever what show you are watching is the only show that matters and everybody who knows you is there. Nothing else matters. The crooks are in charge of all the real stuff and all the geniuses work for them and are paid royalties which amount to only a pittance of the real cash flow.

Do you know how much dough the governments collect on selling lottery tickets for every dime they pay out to the very few big winners? The same government you have sworn to uphold with your lives and the lives of your loved ones? Ripping off the poor is a sorry way to go.

Thinking I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. Can I be certain I am clever? I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever. I am clever.

When I stop thinking I know.

What Title?

Like lottery tickets you want me to buy up your stocks and all greed's investment paper

and follow the crowds

who pretend real value is stored up inside imaginary clouds

made without vapor…

what?

A cloud with no vapor? Is life a prank or a caper?

I can't spend m' only life an epigone, an imitator.

Did you expect me to eat your classy menus for dinner as my bones, flesh, and organs grow weaker and thinner?