The word: Seek.
Seek, search, seer, seen.
Already found it, alright.
Took a long time and found it.
Such the pile of gold
seen while falling from Mt. Everest
No?
You don’t believe it?
Well, I’ll have you know I once knew Sherlock Holmes. Personally. Even shook his hand.
And godzilla? Are you kidding me? We’re buds and drink beer!
You see?
I and i found it
a most wonderful adventure leaving my mind secure
to have found the joy of writing
and a plump full box of imagination
anon.
Written by: A Table cloth
To invite implies a motive for action.
Inviting those to dinner, and in this case, they have to come even if they do not want to.
Interesting…
Of course the corgi’s would be there as they run security, comedy, and are the cleanup crew.
An assortment of various creatures would be there both human and other. (their dietary needs are a bit wonky but pizza mixed with exotic combinations overcomes all)
God is always here. Always was/is/will be, so how to invite the perfect guest?
Mmm…
Ah yes. As the guest must come. There is no denial, no pretend, no excuse, nothing to cause the host to say, “I wonder where…”
Now, a bit strange here as to the reason of choice, but God always kicks my butt at poker. I did win one hand once, for reasons beyond logic/chaos/logic, but mostly I get a good lesson in one aspect or another.
The choice then would be, Satan. Now Satan is nothing more than one of many ‘names’ given to place a face on the body of evil.
Why Satan? Hah! For a very good reason. This is a world run and operated by such an energy where evil comes uninvited just as evil seems to ‘think’ evil can do whatever evil wants.
Satan is neither male or female. Energy is what energy is. White energy/Dark energy. Flowing to where the connections are available, and on Earth; perfect conductor. The entire picture is the perfect canvas where the canvas thinks it has more control over the Artist… Control over the chef… Control over the cook, table, world.
So, I would invite Satan to dinner with one simple caveat for everyone attending the dinner. Everything, everyone must ‘arm’ wrestle God.
Simple request.
A good workout that will would increase appetite.
It would build community and well being among the guests.
People there. Complete strangers i meet on the street would realize there actually is a God.
There would be tears of joy.
There would be celebration.
Enemies would become friends.
Friends would help others.
And. And. And. As for the main event, the feeling/look on the face of evil when reaching out to touch the Creators hand. To see in an instant that look/feeling of sadness and regret to have once thought there was more to power than God.
To realize what was missing in evils Life.
Love.
(and then of course, once the dark and white energy once more became what nothing of this reality can come close to understanding… there would be Universal Hope. Love. Life.)
and yes, the pizza would be fucking fantastic.
written by: The tide of a breeze
Ocean waters travel to different levels never seen while children play in sand at a beach
aware/unaware, the children dig and dream.
While a world rises and falls; ebb/flood/stall
the children grow and accept or deny reality.
*
In just a few short moments the dynamics, tricky as tricky can be
without announcement or fanfare
have yet again
changed.
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i am glad it is
this way.
i
am
a
wheeeee bit tippsy.//
a wittle high
and
fuck this wurld!
First, quail are cute.
Second, fuck this planet
Third, a recipe.
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Krakken Bloody Mix from Heaven
True or treu
I’m living proof the recipe is kick ass.
A good question. One answered by the murky mess of clarity.
Going to use some religious stuff now, ‘stuff’ with tested and true background far more real than the shit people ‘think’ they know.
First though, written for what audience? Humans? Rocks? Trees? Birds? Aliens? Angels? Demons?
How about written for everything. For some it will strike true for others just more mindless bullshit. Some will get mad. Some will get happy.
Jesus. Most humans know the name and some history behind it. On other worlds there are other names with history behind it.
When Jesus was ‘alive’ on Earth, he taught, he traveled, he changed the world. Even if you don’t ‘believe’ in Him you know him.
First though, going back in ‘time’ a bit to a perfect metaphor regarding knowledge and God. A place not of Earth called, Garden of Eden. Wonderful world. Life thrived. When Adam and Eve realized they were naked after eating the proverbial ‘forbidden’ fruit. The naked was not their bodies. It was their minds revealing to God that they thought they had the power to hide from God. (thus humor was born, nothing can hide from God) and so here we are today. Thinking and practicing what we think is ‘superior’ to God. Or at least better than those other species deemed inferior.
i can write much about this topic and others but for this bit I will merely point out a conflict with some certain groups competing against each other. A division. Folly foolish and just a fucking pain in the ass.
When Jesus was on Earth he traveled the planet. Various cultures knew this man and the physical appearance was not uniform. He was black, white, female, (yes, female) young, old. He did what was needed and that’s all you need to know about that.
(there is now a lot a technical ‘stuff’ that I could write about. Dimensions. Science. Technology. Time. Magic. Mechanical. But i will not because the world is not yet ready. And that’s for just this simple topic of Jesus assuming many identities. But to help you understand a little bit, when Jesus rose from the dead and walked among the people again even Thomas did not recognize Him. Try and figure out why…
Now, the reason for explaining this is in part to answer what was written yesterday. The world humans feel comfortable in does not exist. Time does not exist. Everything humans feel so secure in is nothing more than what God has deemed to be necessary so as to one day finally understand why nothing can be hidden.
A lot of people try to emulate Jesus. Some to try and make this ‘world’ better, some to use ‘knowledge’ to make this ‘world’ worse. Some to enrich themselves (how fucking foolish) Some to gain power over others, (even more retarded)
How would you like to look like a teenage black girl when you’re an old white woman? Or take on the appearance of being a snake? Sounds cool huh? Well, you can, once you ‘know’ how, but before you do go down that path…Why? What reason would entice you? Power over others so you can rob them? Power to enrich yourself? Or, to help others in ways beyond imagination?
Since I was born there have been battles raging around me. Those trying to seduce and sway. Those trying to gain, well, lets just say ‘something’. Personally i am getting sick of it all.
i can take care of myself very well as my personal boss/friend/trainer is none other than God. And it is g-0-o-d!
So in answer as to why i and I wrote ‘yesterday’/’today’/’tomorrow’/ is that this world is a place for humans to decide if they want to remain naked and try to hide from God or to become a very important part of God, faults and all. And to make it very clear, there is not one ‘thing’ from this illusion called Earth that is more important than the small part of Life residing in each and every human/visitor/dimensional energies/etc, etc. Not gold, diamonds, the moon, the stars, nothing…
As for you groups fucking around, and yes, i use words such as fuck, shit, damn, and more because i hide nothing from anyone and especially not God. Get your shit together. If you practice the ‘gifts’ without, and with emphasis the full love and honor of knowing what is but a teeny tiny minascule bit of ‘power’ ; of bending your will/knee/tentacle/being in full surrender to the Creator, than from ashes you came and to ashes you will return.
Finally for this moment, there are those groups that please me. They are trying. And strangely, out of this entire illusion called, Earth, only five have earned my total respect devotion, and Love. Those five are none of anyone’s concern, but out of billions you would think there would be more.
What strategy? Seriously? To make daily life…comfortable?
What the fuck is wrong with this planet? Comfort? Nice? Pleasant?
Does anyone seriously not know that this turd of dirt, water, air, gravity is nothing but one giant environment perfectly designed for death?
Yes, there are those delusional types that spout such things as, “This is a comfortable and beautiful place to live.” And they say other lies as the real truth of this dimension is pure fucking hell and shit.
And yes, you would be correct if you think I am bitter about this world…but i….am not.
You see, i live in a real world and I live in this shit turd ass fucked puss filled canker sore called, Earth.
For you religious zealots, ever ask the question why Jesus ascended into Heaven and did NOT choose to live here? Ha! Answer that.
Very few can even come close to knowing what i and I am talking about. Most who would read this shit probably think I’m a bitter, nasty, chip-on-the shoulder kind of being…. Faaaaaar from that.
“Oh my, we’ll pray for you.” Said some illusion or another.
“Right on brother!” Said by another illusion swimming in shit.
Now, the scene is set: A world. My world. A real place and not an illusion. Not a dream. As real as God is. A place of peace. A Life. A flowing river where there is no time, no pain, nothing but Music. In my world there are no strategy needed to make the ‘day’ better or ‘night’. Neither of those exist.
The other scene: A baby deer is born and then shortly after gaining legs is devoured by a mountain lion while the mother is helpless to give comfort. A world swimming with a form of life, (not real Life, just an illusion called, life)
And for the finale: Life cannot be destroyed. Life is eternal. Life is real. Life is love. There is no discomfort with Life. For those thinking a good fuck and orgasm is Life…Ha! Enjoy your life of death.
As for life on planet turd, it’s merely an illusion. You will never find peace, comfort, joy…. But sure as fuck, you will find death.
can you hear the concerto?
a dog pretending to learn how to beg.
in the distance there is the flash of lightning
the sound of thunder
a teasing rain.
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in the background there swims a rivers pride.
a fan to keep cool.
so much to hear
inside…
outside…
everywhere.
Written by: A senile dragon named, Chocolate Pudding
Once upon…well, sometime, there was an ogre who prowled the land. As far as ogres go; not too bad. It once had a partner with another ogre and the partnership turned sour so both ogres went to start separate kingdoms. Each to their own.
The ogre in this story raised elephants, puppies, and had a taste for yellow M&M’s. The life in the ogres kingdom was pretty mellow and laid back. There were slaves to do the work and there were feasts. Oh my, there were feasts. Whole roasted bulls cooked to perfection over a roaring fire and attended by forest creatures such as centaurs, elves, fairies, and once, a rare Unicorn. Dragons however, were not allowed. The ogre detested dragons and the rumor has it that the ogre found the smell of dragons offensive.
I have to pause this story for a few seconds as being a, a, fuck…what am I again? A dragon? Really? Is there any pudding left? (the weird senile creature devoured roughly 600 pounds of pudding and then resumed the story)
Anyway… people respected the ogres kingdom, and for good reason. The ogre was not shy of devouring those who trespassed in the kingdom. Many a knight was added as a snack for the next scheduled feast.
Now, one day the ogre adopted a kitten. A cute little thing. I suppose the kitten may have even been tasty but dragons have better tastes such as pudding, pizza, and chocolate fountains. But for some reason the ogre found the kitten pleasant. The ogre took possession of the cat as if it was the ogres child.
The kitten grew into a wonderful cat and saw the world outside the kingdom was filled with many magical wonders. The cat even saw a dragon flying in search of an open all-you-can-eat buffet. It is common knowledge that owners of Chinese buffets run as fast as they can to turn out the lights and place the ‘closed’ sign on the door before they were literally eaten out of house and home.
Day by the day the cat explored the ogres kingdom and found beauty and wonder in the vast nature. There were owls and trees, magical stars and a talking moon. The very ground vibrated in Life. But, the cat started to feel like a prisoner. The cat wanted to escape the ogres clutch.
The ogre started to sense the cat was yearning for something else and as mentioned earlier, the ogre was not too bad as far as ogres go. However, the ogre would use all the power in her kingdom to keep the cat and all of the wonders of the kingdom intact and under control.
Some of the story is obscure as being a bunny…What? Not a bunny? A dragon? Well, being a dragon there are more important things to attend to then the fate of a cat trapped in an ogres kingdom. I did hear though that a herd of corgis ridden by warrior elves liberated not only the cat but also the one eyed cyclops living in the castle.
Of course…What? An all you can eat buffet just opened up in Portugal? I’m outa here… Oh, and yeah, they all lived happily ever after.
The end.
Robin Lipinski 