My age? not important.

neither young nor old am I

as fresh as a morning glory

what perceives but is not itself perceived

sees everything new in unspoiled glory

from the soul of my third eye

and an unseen wave flashes rhythms to the nameless unexplained for those awake who listen a stone shall call their name

and the lightening and the thunder accomplish all wars, all trials and tribulations, resolve the agony of more than a million witches, put away envy and ambition, unload boxcars of bad tradition, leaving simple people singin' from the soul of real gospel

bringin'...

toss all weapons in the ocean,

lean on Mother Nature's motion

you ain't afraid a nuttin';

wives remember tenderness,

husbands forget failures' bitterness,

no need to blame a pregnant wife no more, no more, and

a child shall lead them home…

come,

follow me

Just a kid, like me.

Who is that there you are trying so hard to shape, mold, preserve and control?

A 'nother perfect begotten soul cast from the mold of the Mightiest Craftsman?

What do you imagine there would be if you were to find it in your heart to let him be

as what he is?

What are you afraid of, really?

My God! Look into your self for just long enough you'll see the source of the fright in thee-

it's your self you've been so afraid to uncage, don't you see?

Jesus returns when no one's looking and you see one out of a billion more or less accidentally

as the orphan nobody cared to spend time with,

see what he is becoming, it's enough to make you see

who you and I could be... were we so left uncontrolled and free.

Who is that kid there, holding his breath, you are trying so hard to shape, mold, preserve and control to death?

He is your teacher, Silly!

photo by Bill Lancaster 2018

As Perfect

As perfect as the clockwork of some God

it shall happen to everyone living again tonight…

Darkness upon the Earth which is without form and Void.

Impossible is it to conceive of Evil or conceive of Good.

For all living beings Sweet Dreamless Peace prevails for so long as does it, hours, many hours of it. Was there no body? Unaware of such... was there a mind? Unaware of such. Not dead though. Aware of that. In stillness, I know I am.

Then At First Light Creation. Miracle of a New Day. Be fruitful. Multiply. Breathe. Conceive. Breathe. Conceive. Be fruitful. Multiply. Yet, I know if my body is well and free of pain I am unaware of it. Same is true of mind.

As perfect as Divine clockwork OneDay is my own as OnePresentMoment.

In mercy I tremble. Impossible to conceive of Good or Evil. All is Peace.

Been there. Done that.

I am.

Naming, grading, meddling, tampering, timing, weighing, measuring, separating, branding, testing, corralling, cajoling, threatening, serenading, beguiling, rewarding, scourging, breeding, detailing, preparing, rousting, alarming, forecasting, inviting, ejecting, housing, evicting, studying, picturing, recording, hammering, cursing, flattering, classifying, drugging, numbering, securing, arming, authorizing, stripping, searching, interviewing, coaching, disgracing, directing, coordinating, conducting, inducing, invading, vaccinating, judging, questioning, arresting, charging, convicting, manipulating, torturing, killing, raping, robbing, graduating, honoring, bestowing, withdrawing, praising, criticizing, hiring, drafting, firing, promoting, demoting, retiring, replacing, contacting, ignoring, applauding, booing, electing, impeaching, photographing, texting, emailing, including, excluding, eulogizing, burying, cremating.

What time do we start loving?

Stop The Human War

Asking the national governments to do something to stop the human war is like asking them to stop collecting taxes. Or planning. What else can a government do? But plan for you?

They want something. See. You say you do not. Then you do. How did it happen to you? Schemers all. We all live off the war. Hitler wanted to make the whole world German, I was told. British persons resisted, of course. Yet they are cousins. That don't make sense. Today Jews in Israel wear military uniforms, strut, and blow people away. That don't make any sense. That is absurd!

The very citizens who rail most loudly of their patriotism and are quick to point out a traitor are the same folks who tell we should all be willing to send our children to war at our country's call and yet they, themselves, begrudge the government each dime of their tax bill. They will send the kids to die and kill but are much less willing to part with dough. Now, remember it is also those most vocally patriotic who also in every culture that has ever existed manage to arrange through political channels or bribery, or both, safe passage for their own children to save those lives they hold more dear while living in the land where it is sworn to be so that all people are equal. That's absurd!

You are brilliant and something wants you to be dull, it's safer they report. Safer for whom? Our gods have become the rigid, inflexible patterns of past behavior created, praised, and reinforced as unquestionably enduring to the glory of mankind to be continually celebrated. Run by professionals each is reverently called by its name; names such as religion, politics, national defense, education, medicine, economics, mathematics, music, art, culture, and all the rest of it. All of it known by every citizen to be wasteful, inefficient, unreliable, inflexible, unfair, cruel and quite limited in application. Do it we must! That has become its most loud ordination. It is absurd to think what is ordained by trepidation, dread, and terror is to be lauded as trustworthy nor is it liable to bring forth good fruit.

I have learnt an important secret now to be communicated. The thing is that all those who become greedy or needy and deceitful are automatically moving forward with a plan to do something that means harm to someone else. They believe it necessary. Necessary for whom? But anyone who remains brilliant is going to see right through them, no problem, and stop them in their tracks. It so happens that anything done to further a false interest separate from the whole becomes obvious to a brilliant being who has no agenda at all and never shall have such. On that plane it is clear when an agenda is near. Truth is brilliant. Deceit or darkness has a weakness and it is light. So, inevitably, the movement on behalf of a nation or a group of nations actually must leave clues, fingerprints, footprints, and a money trail for examples, and all these clues truth will use to bring down the movement like a melting snowman being undone by the Sun. The importance of this cannot be overstated.

In summary, once you are clear that you have been drafted into an absurd world by the mere chance of birth, you will be given an opportunity, a merciful gift, really, to take an even more absurd stance than those who call themselves your fellow man have taken and by so doing leave it yet remain. Yes. Remain anywhere you happen to be yet exist outside the absurd world. That's really absurd!

The way I see it, now, there is a brilliant light within us that is unaffected by outside circumstances. It is often spoken of as hidden but it seems hidden because we never look where it happens to be in a place so obvious and so available it resides on fair and equal terms inside every living being. Nothing need be done to have it! It is actually unimaginable. (Pause.) There exists an unimaginable goodness in each one of us. And therein lies the fairness, equality, justice, excellence, peace, and harmony to the delight overflowing of all people who intuitively seek. In the wrong palace we worship seeking what we have already. We seek and seek and seek. Never do we find. It is absurd to keep on striving in the same hopeless manner! And so sad. From the outside world of imagination it is not going to materialize. How could it? We have it! Stand boldly for this most absurd reality for a change. The change referred to is the one you always hoped for but never realized. Stand for your own brilliance! Be amazed! Then light another candle!

Note: The more absurd stance referenced in the paragraph immediately above is an individual one that cannot be done for you nor can it be done as a group or team. One takes the step alone.

2

Many Mansions

A Song To Sing As Your Work

When Nothing Interests You

The Search:

In A Song I have friends, know I'm not the only freak completely lost all alone

but it gets harder and harder these days to lose sight of what we never could hold onto

as our own;

and anyway it's not ever only been that we search to be the first one

to find that elusive philosopher's stone; and in my heart

I know if the happy day should come

the first thing will matter to the lucky one

is to share all the great and wonderful yet to be discovered

properties of that stone;

and my friends I just found it, did you notice and also find the stone?

find what was unknown?

knowing with me we are nevermore gonna be only an imaginary, lonesome person

pretendin' gold at the end of the rainbow 'til the angel of death takes him home?

The Work

My friends, we can build around us many mansions but none can ever feel like home.

My wife and I having it were homeless and each had to leave it to roam.

Weary of roaming found nothing's enough in a sigh of relief each sang, I'm home,

in A Song where we are one with all freaks completely lost all alone pretending to have lost what we search for we find nothing's enough in a sigh of relief sing, I'm home.

Then know again what matters is to share with everyone

all the great and wonderful yet to be discovered properties

of that philosopher's famous stone;

and my friends I just found it, did you notice and singin' the Blues find the stone?

find what was unknown?

knowing with me we are nevermore gonna be only an imaginary, lonesome person

pretendin' gold at the end of the rainbow 'til the angel of death takes him home?

My friends, we can build around us many mansions but none can ever feel like home.

Sing, sing, sing, it out-we can build around us many mansions but none can ever feel like home. A superior craftsman has done for us what we cannot do on our own.

I. M. A. Nonymouse

After the Beginning, when man had been around on Earth awhile, Man and God had a meeting under a tree.

Man: God, ummhh, Sir, Lord, that is, I have a plan to present on behalf of all men and women.

God: Oh? What is it?

Man: We are practically unanimous in our belief we want a world we can call our own.

God: The one made does not suit you?

Man: Well, it is fine for all the others, but, for humans it is stifling.

God: You have been forced to be free and it stifles?

Man: We do not experience it that way. We do not even exist is how we feel about it. So many choices. So much uncertainty. Turn left, turn right. We are stuck. We need something we can count on. We need orders. Rules. A Plan. We really need examples to follow. 

God: Umm. Go on then.

Man: Lord, we drew up such a Plan and I have it here. Now it is complex and lengthy and if were to undertake to spell it all out for you I would have to talk for my whole lifetime and not be finished and I do not wish to spend my life that way and you are so wise and I believe if I tell you some of its parts you will see it all quickly enough and be able to give us your blessing and we can begin. Is that in accord with your will. Lord?

God: Proceed.

Man: Thank you, a thousand thanks.

God: A simple thanks will do.

Man: We begin by making it abundantly clear the Plan is always to be administered under your ultimate authority and in accord with Divine Will. No question.

Next, we want to install human authority directly under your command and wishes and provide that all such authority flows directly from you and is to be obeyed as Your Will on Earth. That idea will be repeated and repeated so often it cannot escape the attention of all You have equipped with some slight even power of intelligence and the rest will be made to follow as lambs follow a shepherd. In this way we guarantee all humans will love and adore and serve you above all else.

God: That is about the silliest thing you guys have come with so far and the saddest thing ever spoken is to hear you tell that you think a human exists who is not fully equipped for the task of following its nature to do its part in a play of wonder and delight. But continue and get to the essence soon. I have business.

Man: Naturally, Lord. As we see it, only by establishing strong rule by certain qualified, properly instructed humans over the rest can we assure You that You Are In Charge. It's like this. We'll kick 'em in the ass but as clearly as possible with the understanding it is Your Holy Foot they are receiving. We plan to add it hurts us more than the victim. And statements that amount to: hey, this is not my idea, it is the Will of God Almighty!

For example, Lord, we are to have family units, comprised of two parents and their legitimate children as defined by law. Parents will dominate the children with a firm hand but only along with a frequent reminder in clear and hefty terminology that the head of the household serves God and is to be treated that way by his children. Surely that will show them.

God: That's absurd! My young children, who know me, legitimate or not, will make fools of you. It is clear to me already you have no idea who you are nor to whom you are addressing these complaints. Am I correct? Never mind. Continue.

Man: We are counting on many techniques, clever and slick ones, like flags, school songs, parades, saluting, bowing, allowances, manners, career ladders, drafts, polls, advertising, gimmicks, prizes, diseases, school holidays, threats, meetings, drills. Many, many others. Parents will share, not equally mind you, but share in complex systems of power and control over all that the kids will be made to desire. It will work. Give us a chance, won't you?

God: A chance? You propose to me an absurd world that is bound to drive every child insane. I told you that in My World, (stop capitalizing my name!) in my world (that's better) all are made to be free. There is no gift so grand as that of freedom. You make the absurd proclamation that all authority rests with me ultimately so why in heaven's name do you insult me with a concocted set of symbolic gestures and games and unintelligent ritualistic hogwash to ensure me a palace above it all? I bet you have hidden somewhere in that plan of yours some silly pointy hats. Do you believe you can mock me? Should you defy me and create the world you have outlined to me it is promised here and now i will have nothing to do with it. You, who experience pure freedom as non-existence! Get out of my sight to open your own eyes to see. It has been so ordered.

Man: But, Lord, I am... I am... I am...

God: Do you perceive me?

Man: Certainly, Lord.

God: Who then perceives a god? Is it not more than the perceived? Go! Trash your Plans. Take a lantern of intuitive faith. Find the unperceived. It is so ordered!

Faithfully written as it was heard spoken,

Alberto Swan