“So, how was your vacation last night Robin?” The parasite had woken early to start munching on a cheese log and appeared to be in a jolly mood.

It was beyond your wildest imagination. Three parts to the trip and lasting over five years. Very healing and much needed. There was the barn, the tours, the tractor on the highway, the dog, the pickup, the young girl, the man and of course the part this world will never know.

“So, in other words you’re full of shit, strange, and need mental help.” The parasite was making progress on the cheese log and the fruitcake looked to be next on the list of prey.

Whatever you think parasite, whatever you think. However, the trip was needed, anticipated, and appreciated, but that was last night today is Christmas Eve, a very important day for many people around the world, those people who have let a man named Jesus into their hearts.

“Jesus was an idiot just like you. Hey while you’re up pass me some mustard, this fruitcake is a bit dry.”

Ha, that’s last years fruitcake and no, Jesus is no idiot but you already know that…

“Yeah, I know, I just like getting struck by lightning,” (in the near world the swirl of a lightning tornado filled the heavens with light) “See, it worked…”

Yes, Jesus was born not too long ago, yesterday for a monster like me and only a few thousand years ago for people. Of course much has been written about the Man, and (as a reader you cannot understand fully what is being felt at the moment, what pictures are showing themself, and words… a boy wearing cloth not from market stall, paths crossed as a river lowered, a fish and flower.

“Robin, what’s wrong with your hands? Why are they blurry?”

(and now, time)

***

In a world owned by a dark Lord there was born the Light. The Light of the world in the form of one of the weakest forms of life of the world.

Darkness knew this child, knew this child very well and yet owning a Universe, a world, emboldens the powerful. The Lion devours the Ram, the Bull gores the hound, all life to submit to the power of darkness. The people to which the darkness reigned, followed the will of the world, of darkness, yet into a world owned by a dark Lord there was born the Light. The Light of the world in the form of one of the most vulnerable, the most weak, the most innocent forms of life the world had ever seen.

Babies: Hatched, birthed, brought into a world to struggle, grow, feed, die. All young exposed and for many, death comes early and quick. Seasons of Life and Death where death was King. For a human child, without help at birth would soon die as they truly are helpless against any world, any except the world of Light. And for the World of Light there was the King, a child now born.

The Lord of darkness would ply all manners of tricks to douse the Light. It would use death, horror, human weakness. It would go so far as to offer the Light a world of illusion, of death, but this was as it had to be.

Jesus was born as it had to be, and he grew. He was a joy to watch grow; infant to toddler to child to boy to man. For the Darkness, it was trivial, humorous, jovial as Darkness controlled not only worlds but time…It had time on its side. To do with as it pleases.

“It is time for you to sleep now son,” Mary smiled as she spoke to her two-year old son, Jesus.

The past two years had been hard on the family. They had to move as the dark forces controlling a world owned by dark forces had made them seek the safety of many places.

Jesus had spent this day being as busy as any two-year old male boy can be. He had played with some broken shards of a pottery bowl his mother had dropped on the earthen floor earlier in the morning. He had studied a spider spinning a web and he was in awe at how beautiful the webbing formed. Yes his time this day was one full of discovery and exploration. And now it was time for bed.

Outside, birds hopped and chirped as the day gave way to evening. Their sounds brought a smile to the face of the child, a child of Light whose eye lids grew heavy and soon he was asleep, leaving his mother to return to her evening tasks, one being to protect her child from the darkness.

***

Fun day today, strange people at the pool, even scared a woman who left…It’s all good though as monsters are supposed to scare people. This woman reminded me of a battleground where forces are very strong and very opposed. The rest of the people at the pool were  fun to study though.

Speaking of battlegrounds. Good. Evil. Heard of those two? Well, there are more, so many more.

Now light is supposed to be good, right? And right is usually looked at as good while sinister used to be ‘left’ handed…confused? Good. You’re right and probably left wondering what the hell is never going to be read by anyone.

Why will it not be read is because you and you and everyone else don’t really care unless it affects you or something dear to you.

Many souls share concern for the basic battles between Good and Evil, many more do not.

Recently a visitor to my home ‘borrowed’ a time piece from me…why? The pocket watch is broken and has been so for close to 100 years. Oh the games, ever the games, but if the person really wanted to know what time is I would have gladly given them the watch plus a very personal ‘lesson’ in time.

Light battles Light, did you know that? And I’m not talking about Lucifer and such, no that’s to basic, too easy. Also, Darkness battles Darkness, weird huh? And you couldn’t understand that if you wanted too.

What happens when people gain knowledge? Oh, lets say some kind of ‘Tree of knowledge’ crap, sorta like the Garden of Eden.

“Horseshit. No God. No Adam. No Eve. If there were there would be incest, there would be…”

Knowledge? You speak from a mind filled with knowledge? And where did your thoughts come from? Exactly, you’re just another fucking human with a fat composed bio computer that actually for a biological specimen is pretty neat, and the gift of knowledge.

Did you know battles are beneficial for life? Of course you do. Viral mutations causing mass casualties causing strength causing…cause and effect.

“Robin, you’re even more daft tonight than normal.”

Daft? Learn a new old word parasite? Nobody uses the word daft anymore, it’s not cool, or awesome.

“Okay, how about retarded?”

Can’t use that word anymore parasite, it’s politically incorrect. See? There is always a battle. A battle of words. A battle of emotions. And let me tell you what parasite, I once allowed myself to feel emotions and battled with it but no sir, never again. There are more important battles to fight. Battles no one can understand, at least no one from this world.

Let me tell you something else that no one else will ever read. Tonight I get a pass to travel and travel I will and it won’t be on this world. Oh fuck no, there is a special place i’m going too and man/woman/whatever, is this trip ever needed.

Might draw a picture about it for this word ‘tomorrow’ or ‘yesterday’ or maybe ‘eternity’ it all gets a bit confusing after such a long time…

“Uh, okay man, whatever? Go to your happy place. Seriously though, don’t you need medical help or some kind of therapy? I know, take a mud bath and put cucumber slices over your eyes. Maybe go fuck a garden gnome, but seriously Robin, you’re sounding a bit  ‘off kilter’…”

Don’t worry parasite (it’s good that I know you could absolutely not give a shit about me) The clarity, the feelings, the moment never more vibrant than what it is now. And it’s only going to get better. (at least for this piece-of-shit shell)

It was once said, “To train a stubborn mule you have to hit it in the head with a board before the training begins,” interesting this concept of ‘stubborn’ interesting to see also what’s coming from the worlds… the outside, inside, and between.

Power Pulse Pleasure……………………..{)(}

it hit like always and nothing could sway.

‘Feeling’ the news. ‘Hearing’ the drums around the world, the drum of man made by man for man and hammered by lost souls.

Trains traveling in opposite directions. One traveling 100mph the other 100mph, both are an eternity apart, how long until the two meet: Answer. They already have.

You of course cannot feel or hear it because you are on the train sipping a beverage, lost in the comfort of your world. They of course cannot feel or hear it because they are the train sipping a beverage, lost in the comfort of your world.

The rails feel it all. The spikes hold tremor. The steel cold with expansion. Twin rails. Cain and Abel. Together now, the dance.

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Ikea to pay $50M to families of toddlers killed by dressers

(AP Photo/Mark Lennihan, File)  (The Associated Press)

Ikea has agreed to pay $50 million to the families of three toddlers who were killed when Ikea dressers and chests tipped over on them.

The tentative settlement was announced by the families’ lawyers, who said the money would be split evenly among the families of Curren Collas, Camden Ellis and Ted McGee, who were all two years old when they died.

Johanna Iritz, a spokeswoman for the leading Swedish home furnishings retailer, confirmed the settlement but refused to comment further, saying “it would be inappropriate to comment,” as the settlement was pending a U.S. court approval. She referred to its U.S. division for further questions.

More News…

• Swedish Ikea warns: Sleepover in stores equals trespassing

• Ikea’s dresser recall: 7 tips to prevent furniture injuries

• Ikea recalls 29 million dressers after 6 kids killed

According to the settlement, Ikea will also donate $50,000 to three children’s hospitals in the families’ home states, and $100,000 to Shane’s Foundation, a child safety charity.

The separate accidents took place in 2014 and 2016 with dressers from the MALM line.

In June, Ikea recalled some 8 million dressers and chests, and 21 million other similar models in the United States.

The Associated Press contributed to this report.

Furniture killing children?  Go figure. How about the millions murdered by abortion? But this is your world, I claim no part of it other than what this shell I inhabit needs for existence.

Speaking of children though, they and food are my two favorite things I like about your world. Sure, there is also art, science nature and blah, blah, blah, but narrowing it down for me it comes to children and food.

Why? (no one gives a shit but I do love talking to myself) The answer is children are the closest thing to innocence and God on this world… as for food, now food is just so damn tasty. The evolutionary process for human body did very well , the olfactory process evolved perfectly,working very well and for this body, very well indeed!

Now the two favorite places I enjoy to go to while serving my sentence are the Hot Springs and Costco. Today it was Costco and the treats they were serving were…scrumptious! (well, mostly, they did have some kind of bread goop covered with olives that made my still ill body quiver.) But, the mini pizza’s were worth eating, bought two boxes.

Sitting at the food court today I got to enjoy both food and children. It was the first time I smiled in days and it felt good. I did notice a large number of children of Italian heritage, it was most enjoyable. One little boy and girl in particular, wonderful little souls.

And then, it got fun. An elderly lady was sitting with her lady friend next to me and it was amazing to see her make such an ordeal out of eating a $1.50 hot dog. By this I mean she made a m-e-a-l out of it.

She did not eat the hot dog in the normal ‘shove it in your mouth’ way, no, she dissected it like a student in science class would dissect  dead frog. It was fully entertaining to see the small parts she cut using a plastic knife and fork, mixing them with ketchup, mustard, and relish with a little bread and sour kraut.

She did not realize she was being studied but for me a most enjoyable study indeed. The whole process had  began before I had sat down  and continued almost until it was time to leave.

She was my entertainment for the day as the children were my smile for the month. In short, two favorites were enjoyed today. Think I’ll play with an IKEA dresser now and see if I can kill myself and then come back and sue…should be good for at least $10.00

The power of words is amazing. For me it brings relaxation, peace, clarity…and all the opposites.

Words can hurt, they can bring joy, they can give and take. Words are a variable narrative to fit the moment; one minute full of a definite emotion the next, meaningless conjecture.

I have not been physically ill since 1997, the time my father passed away to another world and now after going through something very difficult, the sickness hits again. Soon it will pass though and this body will continue its journey.

***

The jeep was made in 1947  by a company named, Willy’s. Flat fender, flat hood, flat windshield…it was the representation of a flat world lost in simpler times.

World War II had run its course leaving a planet to heal and find new balance. This jeep was one of those representing the moment. It was simple, durable, and a survivor. So much a survivor that even leaping years into the future to the tumultuous times of 2016 it was still a 1947 jeep.

Near a town named Elk City the jeep now sat in a shed that was just about as old as the jeep, a shed filled with cracked windows, missing windows, old boards old smells, and filled with modern tools and ancient ideas.

“Does it still work?” a man asked the owner.

“Oh yes, runs great. Even the original capstan winch works,” came the reply by the smiling man. “Had it out a few days ago getting wood.”

Outside the shed was a fitting environment for the jeep. The hills were rugged and sharp covered with old logging roads perfect for the jeep to traverse. Next to the shed old shrubbery clung to the very rocky soil which in turn clung to a stubborn planet.

A small creek ran next to the shed as it had been running for hundreds of years before the jeep and shed were even a concept. Just a bit farther upstream the water cascaded over a sheer rock face, pooling at the bottom where steelhead tried to leap the falls during their spawning run but were unable.

The whole scene was peaceful. An old jeep still secure with its place in the world. An old shed still providing shelter. A creek running free and unencumbered. And to add spice to the whole scene, peacocks strutted as they had free range of the fallen oak leaves.

In a flat world, it was nice to see tranquility even if only for a moment.

Beautiful day outside, a clear blue sky, snow covered ground and the birds are truly entertaining this morning. Amazing how much they can eat.

Along with today being  beautiful it is the ‘darkest’ day of the year. An important day for Pagans, Christian’s, fruit loops and  assorted other characters. It is also the first day of winter, though the snow outside has made a point of showing winter to have been around for awhile.

Christmas is in a few days to celebrate the birth of Jesus. Though Jesus was born it was not on the day picked in a few days, that day was picked because of humans anal attentive process to heavenly events. Druids for example: They love the moon the sun they are nothing more than…human. The same for all the other groups; all caught up in whatever herd mentality they all so gleefully embrace.

Truth, so very important yet so very much ignored. Cult secrets. Family secrets. And what are secrets? Basically they are to hide the truth. Simple.

The great thing about being a monster is to be able to see all sides of the equation. To see the games humans play, games so obvious it is like stepping off a cliff. Around me for the entire time this shell has existed – games, deception; puppet being pulled by puppet and who is the puppet master? For sure, you, and you, and you…Everyone a puppet master, all answering to higher masters. In my case, God.

What happens when a puppet master does not get their way? Easy to see in any two-year old child who has a tantrum in a store when told they can’t have candy. The little puppet masters try and control the larger puppet masters… Who wins? It depends on the will of the master.

This shell is a lousy puppet master as the rules that must be followed are  rigid, truth being one of them. No matter how hard it is tried, I have to embrace truth, no matter who or what it hurts.

If your puppet master is human then you can lie, cheat, steal and embrace it totally. If your puppet master is whatever word you pick for evil -Satan, demons, democrats (gotta have a little humor, plus it’s true…abortion embraced as a truth? fucking lunacy (lunacy:pertaining to lunar activity- ever the embrace of anal attentiveness for what happens ‘up there’) Then you can do whatever it is you desire!

All humans have opinions on higher Powers…God, Devil, and everything in between. It is fun to study such activity. “Proof!”  “Show me!” “I don’t believe it unless I see it!”

Power. To see what others cannot. To be what others cannot be.

Later it will be written about the beliefs on other worlds and how they tie in with this one. Other dimensions and worlds have puppet masters also just as they have God and Evil and more things than your chubby little fat brain can ever come close to imagining. That is for later, today it is a beautiful day, a sunny day, and the winter solstice.

***

Moon half full half empty

Sun to  shine

Seasons half between death and plenty

Half , a lazy word for indecision

Tomorrow the minutes start the teeter-totter of return.

Music, it is so wonderful to have music. Music is such a part of all worlds, your world, my worlds, all worlds. Ever hear angels sing? Most wonderful but so too, a two year old little human child.

Hearing a demon sing is not bad either though the tempo,vibe, and feeling are geared towards a different ending.

It is fun to note that in your travels throughout your world you will always find music. Everywhere. Every culture. It is a common language of life as even the animals of lesser means have music – birds, whales, insects. Heck, even the nature of wind, of ocean waves, earthquakes, volcano’s…all to sing for the worlds to enjoy.

For those experiencing the loss of hearing or having been born without the blessing of hearing, even they/you have the gift of music as music transcends mortality…

Even in the silence of your moment, in your head the music exists. Proof of this is the smile the frown, the tears, the laughter. Without music there would be no other emotions.

(burp) “Uh, Robin? Don’t you have work to do today? Fuck music, especially this crap – Louis Armstrong – you’re listening to. Damn, it hurts my ears. Why don’t you listen to Rob Zombie instead.”

I listen to it all parasite. Ha, I even listen to you sing while you’re in the shower. Must say, keep your day job…

“Later man, I can’t stand some dead black guys ‘blah blah blah’…”

Why don’t you go play with the two mountain lions that have been killing deer outside the house parasite? It will do you some good as you do need a little exercise.

*

Lately I’ve been teaching myself to play a stringed instrument. Must say the progress is slow but damn, it is fun!

Do you play instruments? Do you sing? Of course you do, even if it’s in your mind. All life sings. All life listens.

Today is a good day to live. Today is a good day to sing. Today is a good day to listen.

I’m enjoying this new forum. No stress, no editors, no limits, no worries, no expectations, just a site to spill words, to be what I like to be and fuck the rest of this world.

“I like your attitude Robin, finally you’re starting to see things my way.”

No parasite, I see a whole lot more than you could ever dream, but I do like your attitude, it has helped me through some tough shit.

“Does that mean I get ice cream and potato chips now?”

Nope. You just get to be a part of my life as only you know what I am.

“Oh lucky me, what about your ‘love’ and Margareta, and, and, and…”

Shut up parasite. Monsters are not allowed to embrace love or hate.

“What are they supposed to be then, robots? In that case Robin you’re the perfect ‘tool’. Ha Ha Ha!”

Let me tell you parasite. A monster such as what i am only answers to God and God will not allow the monster to experience love or hate. It can only smell, taste, feel the extremes, never be a part of them. To cry at the simplest of children’s actions all the way to destroy an entire planet if ordered too, without remorse/hate/ or any feelings at all. I am a monster and know full well the understanding of what is. It sucks because this shell is human in composition and shadows of emotions draw me to this world. What an enigma…i dislike it immensely. This world is so backwards, so primitive, so hostile, yet God favors it so it must be what it is. I must say though, i will be very happy when my assignment is over, there are much better places, much better worlds to live in as a monster. Much better than this moment.

“Robin, you need to get laid, get drunk, maybe go buy some weed. You’re talking weird shit…”

No. Sex is meaningless. Getting drunk only satisfies the body not a monsters mind, and weed only makes me hungry. No parasite, what I need to do is work, watch, study, learn, and follow the Will of God. It is nice I’m allowed to write and draw but i have no choice in that.

“What, no ‘free will’ no freedom?”

Free will is for humans, as for freedom,  freedom i have plenty of as long as i obey God.

“Oh boy, you’re fucking fruit loops Robin. All this God crap. Let me guess, you’ve seen God? Talked with God? Whooee, you’re one strange asshole…”

There is  a lot that cannot be written as this world is not ready for such but it can be said that yes, God and i talk. For example: Last night a drawing was made, one fully understood. The language used is a very old language, the pictures full of meaning.

“Oh man, you seriously need help. When they come in the paddy wagon and put your ass in a straight jacket I’ll be sure to tell them you talk to God, unicorns, and believe the world is flat.”

Good for you parasite, you do that. Now, a picture that means much to me, and a poem.

***

Wind

Walking; pushed; pulled

Sitting to feel grounded, feeling pulse of heaven and earth.

Lines spinning – length to eternity, pointed dot, centered

My friend, the spirit of the wind, ever around, again-again-again…

Thanks for coming when needed.

Amen.

In wired captivity, bound in cage , holding seed to  entice

Sunflower, nuts, grain…feathery feast.

White terrain not based on racial tension, no political apprehension; frozen land of winter

Hunger being the feeling of those taming sky with wing.

Barren cherry tree to provide seat, wooden boards providing protection from talons speed

They came.

Bird after bird to feed, cornucopia set hanging from the greenhouse eve

Scattered so, so many seeds that even the mice will eat.

A smile upon  my face as they try to pretend, to hide, as if they did not need

Flittering a short distance as if aloof, full, without care for  was left hanging.

So went this day,  a cold day filled with life, with birds, with seed

and when i turned to find warmth of the home the ear could hear

the sound of seed being picked by ever more the hungry beak.

God.

Religion.

Humanity.

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Three parts, all of which drive people crazy. Each tribe vying to control each part to varying degree’s.

I laugh at the ignorance of two parts of the equation – Religion and Humanity as it is well padded with ignorance, only the part of God holds it all together and needed, needed as much as the air breathed.

What is this ‘God’ so many believe in? For me a very good friend, a very wonderful Creator, the ultimate scientist, and my Master. I and i fear absolutely nothing on this world or others, only God has the power to destroy me. Only God can truly love me and guide me; religion and humanity try their best but are much like bacteria grown in a lab petri dish – they have a long way to evolve, a very long path indeed.

Being a Monster has it’s perks and reasons as only God truly knows. Even as this is written the pictures in this shells mind dance vividly and memories needed flood every cell of this body. Sadly though being a Monster has it’s downfalls…Unable to enjoy this world as it see’s it for what it really is thus for humanity the term, ‘ignorance is bliss’ is so very true.

But enough about me or what you only think you understand… Today, a story about a young boy named Jesus. A Human as it can be at full potential. A Human that showed this world Hope that is real not the imaginary hope that so many humans now cling too.

Most people on this primitive yet wonderful planet created by God know of Jesus and understand a lot as Jesus made it easier for the minds of humans to understand a basic tenet of what God is. Basically Jesus showed this world the potential of humanity with the simple act of being human while at the same time showing the world what God is.

Yes Jesus is a great man, a wonderful Human, and for your understanding – the Son of God, yet there is much more than just the title of Father or Son, so much more…

***

The day was a sunny albeit chilly day as the young boy named Jesus was playing outside the town. His father was busy working at his trade of carpenter while his mother was busy preparing figs for a coming wedding ceremony.

This day the air smelled sweet, memories of the cool night lingered to mix with warming smells of day; rocks shimmered as the sunlight hit them and the wind provided a bit of chill to the air with the promise of warmth.

Playing with a stick and carrying his favorite feather he grabbed out of the air many days earlier – a feather coming from two chickens that were fighting outside his home- he hummed as he enjoyed the day.

Day after day the sun rose on one side of the world and set on the other. Year after year the seasons changed from the seasons of birth, growth, harvest, and death. Time flowed. Mankind grew, and today Jesus caught sight of a small rabbit laying motionless under a tree barren of leaves, a tree long past leaf and life.

Walking over to the tree and kneeling in the shadow, the young boy placed his feather on the ground along with the stick he was playing with. Reaching down he picked up the immobile rabbit and stroked its fur.

To be alive on this world is to know death. For Jesus he had already experienced death as animals were killed for food, people died with age, disease, and accident. For him he already knew death and that this rabbit had died at a young age, an age when the rabbits mother and siblings had already been consumed by the creatures of the world for food. This young rabbit would have already been consumed by the hawk if it had not been for another hawk fighting the successful hunter for its bounty, causing the grip on the body to soften and to fall in the shadow of the long-dead tree.

As the young man stroked the fur no words were spoken, the only sound was the wind whispering through the dead branches of the tree overhead.

Do you understand the mind of a child? What do you feel when you see the young smile and laugh? What is the emotion when spying a child sleeping soundly, their little lips pursed in dream? Or in the case of sadness, how do the tears of a crying child affect you?

Jesus had tears in his young eyes as those eyes saw more than death, more than this world, they saw the other worlds that exist. For him it was hurtful to see this young creature laying to be consumed by maggot or beast in this world.

A drop fell from the right eye of the boy, falling onto the fur while the little hands held and stroked. At this moment there was a gust of wind that caused the old rigid tree to shiver and quake.

The small rabbit opened its eyes and looked into the eyes of Jesus. It was not the look of a wild animal in the rabbits eyes, rather it was the look of peace. Still, Jesus held the small rabbit and stroked the now vibrant fur as the small rabbit enjoyed the touch.

On this world, your world, there is life and death. While life is a blessing, death is a necessary mechanism meant to fit the current evolutionary status. It is unavoidable for death to be denied, unless one is ready to deny death.

This small rabbit had been brought into the world in the normal way, it died in the normal way and now by the small boys hand had been brought to a new level of life, one very incompatible to this moment. No longer could the rabbit exist in the normal way as this world would soon consume such innocence. This rabbit would be ravaged and destroyed as this world is not ready for such Life. Jesus knew this and thus holding the rabbit over his head he handed the rabbit to the hawk that had been circling ever since Jesus had knelt before the once lifeless body.

Swooping down the hawk gently grabbed the rabbit and the two communicated great peace, both last seen flying higher and higher towards the sun until there was nothing left to see as nothing of this world can truly glimpse the other worlds. Rest assured though, both the hawk and rabbit were now living Life.

As Jesus stood he once more had his feather and stick in his hands and humming, proceeded down the path to explore more of the world. Behind him the wind still blew through the tree’s branches only now they were no longer dead as new buds had formed on some of the branches, next Spring they would blossom and show new life.