Who are you? Do you know?

Simple question really. Everyone mostly thinks they know who and what they are. And in this day-and-age, you can be most anything you want. You can be male, female, heck, you can be a tree, a dog… whatever you want… but, who are you? Do you know?

Humans love to cling to identities. Even if those identities are make believe such as, “Hi, my name is Bob, but actually, I’m Batman!”

Okay, so Bob knows he is Batman. That’s well and good unless Bob also happens to be the pilot of an airplane I’m flying on. I don’t trust Batman’s skill as also identifying as a pilot.

Pretty  boring what I’m writing about tonight, probably should as I identify as a writer. A boring writer true, but a writer. Thank goodness I’m not a pilot named Bob who is also Batman…

Lets see if you identify with the following: Druid, Witch, Warlock, Janitor, Dragon, Fairy, Troll, Ogre, Democrat, Communist, Christian, Frog, Rabbit… and yes, Batman. Are you any of those? Is this who you are? Do you know?

Interesting how many people look into a mirror and see an identity. A picture of who and what they are. Well, most people do. That one crazy woman who looked into a mirror and said, ” Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the most batshit crazy of them all…(or was it, beautiful of them all?)” It all gets a little crazy when you identify as Batman.

This is what is great about being what i am. Now what I am truly is mostly boring. What i really am is considered crazy by this World, but not in mine. No sir/ma’am/it, in my World it really is wonderful and everyone knows exactly what they are and what their purpose in ‘Life’ is. It truly is.

Now, just as Bob is a pilot who also thinks he is Batman, that is well and good for him and those around Bob who like him. But really, Bob is Bob. Maybe a good pilot, maybe a bad pilot but for sure Bob is no Batman. Batman is not real. It is make-believe.

Witches, are they real? Of course. I know Witches well just as everything in this World is so easy to identify and relate too, but in the realm of what is real and what the realm of wanting to be real… well, those are two very opposing items.

Dragons of course are real, only not in the way humans know. Human witches, human warlocks and all the rest of the fantasy world of humanity thinks they identify with, those are just costumes that some people embrace.

And here is where it gets dangerous. It gets dangerous when reality of magik  meets magic of man. When a wizard  thinks they are a Wizard. Or heck when gods think they are God.

A little knowledge is a bad thing to those who cannot and are not prepared to know. Give a child the ability to light a match and then hand them a can of gasoline without warning them of the power of exploding gasoline… You get the point.

i am glad humanity are the children fit for the world they were given. It is fun to see how they grow and struggle with their respective identities. It also is fun to see the reality of Magik )cor to ti so( and how it exists alongside, almost like adults dining next to the children’s table.

Who am i? i am a Monster, something you should be glad you cannot identify with nor ever desire to be like. i have no Master except One. But like I said, I’m a boring writer…

Now, who are you? What are you? Do you know? And the true answer for humanity is: Forgive them for they know not what they do.

Billions of billions with billions more; these past millions of years of life

A dinosaur once so tall and powerful, now forever strong outlined fossil of stone

Tree’s noble and forever petrified never again to feed a flame

Uncounted mountains that rose and fell

so much, so much indeed, beyond counting in numbers using 1-2-3…

It is easy to take in the whole, the big picture, this world called, home.

Yet

so very easy to forget and remember the smallest of things, the smallest of numbers.

Lost in ourselves, we with our pride and thoughts

Billions of us, these creatures called, human

yet again

so very easy to forget and remember the smallest of things, the smallest of numbers.

Talk again, as there is always talk.

Talk of abortion, of rights, of

I, me, we.

Talk of laws, of emotions, feelings; pictures huge and grand…

so very easy to forget and remember the smallest of things, the smallest of numbers.

The planet you call home, this ball of soil and water you call, Earth

filled with billions and billions and billions of so many forms of life

it is indeed, special

even more so when blessed with the ability to know

and yet again,

so very easy to forget, to forget what we are, what we all are…

the smallest of things, the smallest of numbers…

we all possess the fetal heartbeat, we all are special

as all life is truly special

from the smallest insect to the largest tree

and to truly make it special

is to simply take the time to remember

the smallest of things, the smallest of numbers

and give thanks.

It is not the pressures,  blackness keep

Creature comforts there where debris falls

shells of mollusk and fin

whales echo in stories and song

Strands of life green leaf glimmer as sirens sing

cacophony a bit with in tune

peaceful actually, looking at trying light

buried high as in phyr, a dare to melt those waxen wings

young girls, flowers rooting in hair

airy transcendence  of laughter

Unicorn dream with lightning crash

thundering representation

a meadow near wooded glade

in center, a circular

there as spiders cling

bladed grass to witness

portal to the Sea.

Laughter! Love laughter. Levity leaves lines sincere.

Now, inspired by O.

Today, a new corgi female puppy. Her name is Sobo. A spirit of such, and good as gold.

The winds howled as it was and birds flew against the windows, as they should.

And thus, a poem.

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Of the Mood

Off in worlds of peoples making, there unfolds

symmetry making over, and over, and over…

binary twice in offering where there for most are curtains and walls

Solid leaving though

Open for feel and sight

sounds of winds through cracks… OooooOwoooOwoooOOOOoooo

Walking without waver, with out there existing

Did you see the bridge above the new troll? Listen now…

It calls

Playful above the ground, resting down below

holding in the hands the warmth of feeling

as a puppy dreams of thundering storms

guarded by two other corgi’s

as in coming comes more to this world than any words of man can unfold.

Cheer on now, the rider; surfer of a wave cresting

foam

with marbled eye, spot of blue in liquid sea

and soft

oh, how soft the supple spine

spread out lantern light.

There over horizon, that special spot between the line

this black

this white

for inside a beating heart, beneath , beating

finding cool comfort to stamp the wildfire spark

and you know what?

it is worth it.

It’s so easy to be offensive. I know, because for me it comes natural. Suppose that that defensive is also easy.

Seems like no matter how one acts, someone gets offended, mad, sad, hurt. While others laugh and tell you to go fuck yourself, thus becoming offensive themselves.

As for defensive, same thing.

So. Breaking it down. We know we all are offensive and we all are defensive. That is, unless we live under a rock with no other people around, then we are just offensive and defensive to ourselves.

Sadly bullies exist. Though, so do kind people. Both sorts though are offensive and defensive. Bullies are offended by kind people and vice versa.

Why write this today? Suppose the question could just as well be, why not?

What I do know is this world of humanity is highly offensive to me yet at the same time, intriguing. Thus, with the offense comes the feeling of defense.

If humanity was such an offense then I suppose it logical to take the ultimate defense and have no contact at all, yet then one would miss that part of humanity which is not offensive; kind people who don’t throw rocks at such as i.

Interesting, at least in my mind.

It is easy for the various herd animals to gather together and find community. A common bond with each other. For humans, the offensive band together, the defensive gather together… Colors, language, religions, thoughts, actions… Like attract like.

Never ever have such as this shell, ever been in common bond with any other of the human species. Often thinking misanthrope is the closest group… and yet, finding comfort while being on the periphery of so many of the various herd animals.

Yes, interesting indeed.  Most wonderful defensive position. One where i don’t get hurt and yet get to learn so much about bullies and kind people.

At the end of this journey, much will have been learned. Much will have been experienced. There will be many offended by me, many defensive of me, and yet there will also be some kind people along the path, crazy, funny, strange, sincere, hateful… A whole pot full of simmering stew that make up the whole of humanity.

It is called, life.

It is.

Strangely, wonderful.

So easy to cruise through life

Steering the wheel as if automatic

Coasting through the curves

Climbing the hills

Gliding, sliding

all with only the energy of effort needed to survive

What happens when the wheels fall off, when the engine starts knocking

Smoke spewing from the exhaust

paint blistering from corrosion?

(silence)

Instead of driving, of being a passenger in a car owned and given by a world that does not care…

Breath.

Open your eyes, spread your arms, start to walk with your own feet

and then before you know it

fly

fly far and fast

and in such a trip

you will arrive to a World, such a wonderful World…

Freeeeeeee

She sat there, upon her stump

Preening and telling the tree’s to stand still

Laughing

Coal black eyes to match the mood

Taking a stand

Taking flight

Behind

Far behind, the Sun.

Imagine… living in a country blessed with the right to free speech…

Yet, people love to censor other peoples thoughts and words. And since no one reads the shit I write, it really does not matter and even if it did, I-have-the-Constitutional-right to express-with-words-whatever-the-fuck-I-want-to…

Now, imagine. I could write, “Oh, Facebook is the most inspirational and honest method of social media in the World!” and that would be acceptable. But for me, that would be PURE bullshit.

So. Facebook. Fuck you with all the sincerity available in a non-hostile, non-threatening manner.

As to why I say that Facebook can fall off the edge of World or go bankrupt? Because it is the Face of modern day censoring wearing the badge of ‘thought police’. Along with Google, bots, algorhthyms, and all the other ‘modern day’ electronic/political/social bullshit.

To be fair… Facebook does provide a nice, soft, service for those people who are of like mind. You know, people with babies, kittens, puppies, and stuff. But then so did Adolf Hitler have some nice, soft things for people… You know, VW bugs, jet propulsion, medical research… And you know what I say about Adolf Hitler? FUCK Hitler!

Think I’ll go pet a puppy now.

One of the great things being lost in the murky fog of the massed mass of humanity is… to think.

Everyone alive thinks. That includes all critters with something called, brain. What fun!

I know my dogs think of chasing other critters with brains, peeing on tires of vehicles driven by critters with brains, and they love milk bones.

So, thinking. Never stops does it… Well, some say when the brain dies while others say even after the blood stops flowing, the thinking goes on.

“In tune with Nature.” Now, that is a saying embraced in many ways and many types of critters with brains. I suppose there could be endless hours of just discussing “In tune with Nature.” There would be so many thoughts, opinions, facts, speculation, hypothesis… Why, it just boggles the brain!

“I think, therefore I am.” Yep, another ‘endless hours of discussing’.

“Why do I exist?” Damn. Another one.

“God does not exist.” Another one.

“God is Love.” Another one.

“Trust me!” Oh shit! Now that one sums up the human embracement of self-delusionment. (just a thought)

How wonderful in this age of ‘instant’ social media, news, gossip, study, history…(add any word you can think of)

For example: Republicans and Democrats. What a vortex of thoughts! Same species. Same genders. Same DNA. Same bizarre, endless morass of thoughts. Twisting and turning words to match the mood of thought.

Some critters with brains can make the meaning of ‘Good’ mean ‘Bad’ while taking the meaning of ‘Bad’ to mean ‘Good.’

Can human thought actually have the capability of understanding an absolute? A fact that in no way, manner, of form; change into anything other than what it is?

The answer is. In current form of what a human being is at this moment. A definite ‘NO’.

Ironic. A dog. A simple canine with a brain capable of thought has the capability of understanding an absolute while the ‘higher functioning’ human is just wonderful chaos unfolding.

Now, while some are thinking in disagreement while others agree while others are thinking about fucking or eating boogers… Why is it that a dog has such a capability along with thousands of other critters with brains…

Think about it.

The answer is obvious if you get ‘in tune with Nature’. If you ‘think’. When you ‘Trust me.’  For ‘God does not exist’. And, ‘God is Love’.

As for thinking, that is why i exist and with that you can trust me.