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“Faith in people…”

Pure.

Absolutely pure, bullshit.

People? As in humans? Faith? Seriously?

A spider or frog has my faith. I know what a spider will do. I know what a frog will do. I can hope that people will be kind/loving/considerate (and all the rest of the mumbo jumbo) though as for having ‘faith’ in such a horrible species…ABSOLUTELY NOT!

Humans kill and abuse their own children.

Humans kill all goodness.

Humans are so evil they killed their own God…

Only two good humans were ever ‘born’. Mary the mother of Jesus and Jesus. The rest are just playthings for evil.

Never.

EVER.

trust or have faith in living maggot food called, humans/people.

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Faith in people???

HaHAHAHA…HEEHEE..

HAAAHHAAA!

(gasping for air)

HAAAAHAHHAHEEHA!

(wheezing)

HAAAHAAA..(Giggle, snort, repeat endlessly)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The clothing.

Far into a ‘future’ from a place called home, technology in fashion changed.

No longer would one have to purchase cloth or clothing or food or, or, or.

Or what? What else could this mean?

What is knowledge? For Adam and Eve the knowledge that they were naked caused them to blush and realize the knowledge that has no place in paradise.

Imagine: Wearing the finest clothing fit for a king. Silks. Wools. Cottons. If today you could see you would be in awe and amazed!

While dressed in such fine attire while eating such wonderful food, and, and, and.

And what? Or is this what is meant?

You see…

Ah yes, you ‘see’. You feel, you touch, smell, and know what you see…Or do you? What? Do you really see?

In the future the knowledge will be there, the knowledge to be truly naked while standing tall wearing nothing but the body/spirit and knowing real peace.

To know you can look or taste or feel all while remaining serene,

and that most excellent ability/realization

To be alive and be whatever, wear whatever and lose yourself almost totally…

What? Almost? Totally!

You see, in the future of this will come real reality. To embrace the naked truth totally without ‘almost’ or ‘see’. To experience everything all while in a perfect paradise free of the serpent and slave master, free of a world enslaved.

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WARNING!

“The General Surgeon of the United States has deemed the consumption of kitchenware to be a serious health hazard. It is strongly recommended that all travelers avoid eating local dishes and instead stick with real food. Eating dishes has been proven to cause massive digestive damage and wreak holy hell on the rectum.”

This public service warning has been brought to you because there are many democrats that believe it is okay to eat dishes.

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A Wooden Stool

Items and objects; material in a non material means.

As a high class hoarder (genetic gift) I have traveled this world and admired/acquired many ‘things’. Things of normality and things of non-belief.

Items ranging from a kiss from God to a set a bull elk antlers found at a dumpsite. Items. Things. Memories.

What does this mean? A sickness? A disease? Dragons are known to collect and covet gold while in my laughter knowing they truly collect other things…

“What is it worth?” asked by those coming to my gallery and wondering. The reply, “Whatever it is one wants to pay.” Pay being a dollar or a curse, maybe a blessing or a sneeze. Value is whatever it means.

Lately I have been selling/casting away/throwing away things while attaining a deeper meaning and treasure from the experiences as the dust after years is blown away.

The pictures above are of a stool. A wooden stool of very little monetary value yet hold a story deep and rich as any item can be.

No, the stool is not the crown for the King of England nor a bit coin, which no one can see. It is a memory, a collection, a story. It is today and tomorrow and the next of next until it is yesterday; one of my favorite things.

The story: As an avid collector of anything NOT made of gold…(yuck, cosmic shit if anyone were to ask me) I bid on fifteen chairs being sold by a police department. The police in the small town had just buildt a new station with new cells, new windows, new carpet, new, new, new, so out with the old things.

Online auctions, a place where one can sit naked and sip whiskey while bidding on absolutely anything. Navy aircraft carrier screw shafts weighing more than a semi truck fully loaded. A submarine. A most wonderful and amusing distraction to enjoy while being hundreds of miles away.

On this auction of fifteen chairs, I won. My high bid was $10.00. 10.00 + 6% sales tax+ 10% commission (you do the earth math) and the chairs were mine.

What kind of chairs come to mind when reading this? Office chairs? Metal chairs? Obviously the wooden stool must have been one.

Off with the invoice in my hand, a truck full of corgi’s and a wife rolling her eyes and wondering if maybe there might be a cure for my obsessions. (lucky there is no cure, only relief)

Arriving at the new police station the directions further given were to an old shipping dock located in another part of town.

Pulling up in the truck it was a new adventure trying to find the gnomes in charge of the multiple manmade caves holding all sorts of ‘things’, things to include my newly purchased chairs.

The head gnomes eyes gleamed and in true gnome fashion laughed when seeing me. His friend came in from the dark and he too, laughed. (Gnomes have a unique sense of fashion and humor)

With the formalities out of the way and the minor social verbal tests given and passed, the chairs were released. Chair after chair after chair. Ten, fifteen, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty. Fifty two chairs were now mine. Chairs of every sort and style. Years of abandoned chairs. One chair actually was covered in faux leopard skin.

The chairs completely filled a 24′ flatbed trailer and the truck pulling it. The wife had eyes either filling with tears of joy or tears of sorrow. The corgi’s were just excited there were some gnomes to torture instead of the usual elves.

Fifty two chairs. A full load. A lot of strange looks driving back home. And once back at home there were calls to friends to be made. A LOT of chairs needed new homes.

Currently as I type this I’m sitting in a very large office chair that was a part of the goods. A wonderful chair and very comfortable and also fireproof. It had to be as I left it next to the heater and instead of bursting into flames, it just melted a little.

And now, the stool. As soon as i saw this stool i fell in love with it. And why? An old, ancient device a man once spent years sitting upon?

Look closely and see for yourself. The screws were of the old guild as were the square nuts. The wood from a tree long ago important and still sporting that importance today.

Look at the vibrant colors heralding the owner of the stool. Notice the scars of life given and taken during the duration of the legs sitting firmly upon stability while chaos unfolded around it.

Yes, there is definitely more to this story. Maybe one day i will write more of this little stool, a stool worth more than money or words, a stool that will always make me smile.

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Therupy

Written by: A turnip farmer

Once upon a time there was a dirt clod separator agoing by the name, Cletus. Now Cletus was what you might call, a turnip sodbuster. Meaning he’d be one of those folk that turns the sod over by using a mule and a plow. Single shank shiny sodbusting machine a straight out of Sears and Roebuck cateelog.

Now Cletus was a definitely not a fancy dandy. There was no automobile, no lectricty, and no telivision.

It might sound strange but turnip sodbusters wor funny clothies. They had to cuz there weren’t much money to be made by selling turnips. Most nips ended up as hog slop, or in Cletus cause, his still. See, turnips made some nice alkehol.

I’m telling this story as Cletus wuz my cousin who worried about nuthin, well, almost nuthin cept talkin to women folk.

Cletus was a bigun, stood about three axes high with black wiry hair strong enough to slick a tick. Sometimes the mule he used to sodbust got cranky and tire so many days old Cletus had to take the leather straps n pull that single shank shiny plow hisself, whistling and going gangbusters.

One day Cletus saw a woman standing on the road next to a automobile spewing black smoke. This worried Cletus as he was alway fideting and sweating when his body was near a female, specially them ones that were not sporting a beard or sipping from a jug while not having any teeth.

This here woman was a looker, weighing in bout ten stone, the heavy kind. The kind where a man could have her help pull a cord of wood, split it, and still have enough spark to plow twenty acres.

Cletus tried to avert his gaze and while the plowing was hard work, he started sweating a pool of stink and his gut felt like a skunk crawled up inside to nest.

A strong whistle came ringing down and plumb slammed Cletus in the head. He had no choice but ta check the source, source being of course, the lady astanding next to the dead automobile.

With a tremble said to the mule, “Yahooo…” Which in mule language means, “Stop.”

Wiping the dirt from his hands Cletus ambled on over to talk to this woman.

“Uh, howdy miss, need any help?” Cletus now was truly sweating up a storm and the skunk in his gut sought higher ground inside his head.

“Yes indeed sir. Seems my car here is not feeling well.”

Now, Cletus could talk mule, he could talk plow, heck he could even talk to squirells, dogs, and wildcats. Women folk without beards and had most of their teeth were a might hard to even evoke a whisper.

Pausing for a spell, Cletus told this fine lady, “I don’t know much bout automobiles. Nothing at all.” And with that he turned and lumbered off.

He lumbered off a mumbling an giggling. Lumbered past his mule and plow. Lumbered past the turnip patch. Lumbered past his shack. Heck, he lumbered so long he go tired and lay down to take a nap.

When Cletus woke up he found himself naked, surrounded by fried possum, fried grizzly grease. He was shocked as he stood up and saw a lake with giant trout jumping up and laughing at him daring him to catch them. Cletus realized he was in heaven an what a wonderful heaven. No turnips, no mules, no plows, no cousins, no women with or without beards.

“Yehaa!” Cletus said as he reached down to pluck a ripe watermelon. Yessir, heaven it was indeed. An not a worry in the world.

Daily writing prompt
What’s something you used to worry about but don’t anymore?
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YaY!

Hey parasite, I love it!

“Whatever, and so what. Did you expect anything other?”

Nope. It never gets old, never ever never.

“Do you need your diaper changed?”

Don’t need one. And what do you think of the smoke? Good day to start smoking unfiltered cigarettes. Poor bastards in Spokane though. A lot of people lost their homes.

“So numbnuts, why are you bothering me today? And why write more shit.when you are a big pile of shit?”

Because I can. Because shit is needed to fertilize flowers. And because I can.

“Gotta give it to you though, being a freak and all does indeed have its benefits.”

***

Spain and Allah

Allah is allah is the perfect plate fit for the dish of corruption.

Islam pride hand in hand with perverted sexuality

Invade. Induce. Implode. Impossible for any real peace. Explosion.

“We need job, woman stay home.”

A guttural sound of displacement.

Somolia Muslims hate Christians, and that’s not just in Spain, it’s also in Minnesota.

Plan of action: Mohammad spoke with Satan and Satan tempted Jesus, Jesus died for love and Mohammad killed Jewish tribes for perceived broken treaties and for personal justice based on hate and future motions.

Crusades brought out the worst in humanity thinking they were on the side of peaceful intentions and as we all know, the path to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Mecca is the perfect prostitution of lunar influence and gods hailing from cosmic clouds while in a chapel in a cave a poor woman prays the rosary to try and bring hope to a soul trying to be torn asunder.

Ever wonder why God allows this? The One true God, a God that is so pure and so faaaaaaaaaaaaaar above imagination?

Simple really, because God can…

Cancer and Creation

War and Peace

Islam and Christianity

Choice of discussion, choice of decision, all with so many ramifications/questions/answers.

If God says, “Thou shalt not kill,” and you are a Christian man whose woman is getting raped by a Muslim? Do you kill in response? Do you cry? Do you curse God, or do you find the love of God’s passion?

In this world it is all so obvious. So easy to see how good and bad become convoluted and twisted.

You see human, God has created a place for his children who rebelled. This world, this dimension. It does not belong to allah or buddha or thor, zeuss, or any god as they are incapable of Creation. All the players, the characters, the plants, atoms, molecules…ALL and everything your eyes can see are nothing more than a chance to explore accept or ignore God’s explanation.

For those of you who say, “Repent, the end is near,” or “Hey you can fuck me in the ass for ten dollars and I’ll pretend I’m a nun,” or throw the head of a pig in a mosque out of hatred, do you think God will allow such in the Kingdom?

Jesus said when questioned, of when He will return… and do you want the real answer to His answer? The answer of, “”But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father”

Because YOU have the power the gift of free will, YOU are the factor in decision. Time as you know it does not exist in immortal realms of the home of the Kingdom.

God knew you before you were born and knows your bodies termination. Providing you with every means to explore and make horrible and wonderful decisions.

Jesus has returned the very ‘second’ He left; in this world as it stands is not heaven or hell or purgatory or even imagination.

For each and every soul bearing humans (which is all of the biological and definitely not the mechanical or labs creations) the end is near and so too, Jesus.

Jesus can judge each and all without hesitation and He can do it totally from the position of love. He is here and He is judging the living and the dead. Open (or close) your eyes, you will see Him.

Condensed: On the basic level, this world could be construed as with time, an illusion. A place to be and explore and with everything available make a choice and decision.

THEN, when the life has been lived and then changed into Life, it is there that you all get to be with what is truly real. Jesus is here for you now and forever, just open the eyes in your soul to see it.

In the meantime, today it was once again most wonderful and God really understands, i mean really, really understands.

It is indeed a great day to be alive.

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A lollipop can be a bag of popcorn

‘Matter cannot be created or destroyed’ (in a closed system>))

Yikey yikes! And a bumble bee is not supposed to be able to fly, and a fly crawls out of a maggot, and, and, and.

Reality. What is reality? For sure reality is the perfect word fodder for philosophy. For sure reality is firmly married to the concept of time. For sure time does not exist. Thus, reality is nothing more than an illusion where philosophy and word salad can define the structure to try and contain the little rascal.

Lets play a mental picture game. Some humans believe mankind has never flown to and walked on the moon. Those believing such reality find a reality to describe why they believe so. Hollywood. Make believe. And others believe mankind did indeed climb into a rocket and launched their ignorance out of earths atmosphere and landed on the lunar landscape. Or did they?

Some scientists believe the whole realm of reality started in something called, Big Bang. POW! BING! BANG! WHamalamadingdong. All matter created in an instant and scattered. Whee!

So, a question. Are you real? Yes? No? And if you believe you are real and a part of what is real then are your dreams real? If not, prove it. If so, what can you change in your dream? And if you can change what you dream while you dream then what can you change while you are ‘awake’?

Explanation: Yes, there is such a reality called reality only reality is only a part of reality. Word salad? Bullshit? Crazy talk? To prove such a statement another question, why can i be in thousands of reality at the same time when time as you know it does not exist?

Conundrum: ‘Matter cannot be created or destroyed’ (in a closed system) and yet matter only applies to those lost in certain levels of reality. Sorta like a kid saying to a bully, “Oh yeah? Well my reality can kick your realities ass!” Of course mass can be created and destroyed at will and whenever the desire takes hold to do so.

It is amusing to see scientists try to explain a black hole or an alien craft able to stop on a literal dime and instantly zoom in ‘speed’ to a blur of multiple realities and then change direction with the seeming force of G’s so intense your body would look like a squished bug on a windshield.

Magic…Ooh! Ahh! And, Whee! Is magic part of reality, or realities, or dimensions? For some religious folks magic is BAD. Bad. Badbadbad…and for good reason because magic truly exists. Now for those thinking good thoughts and bad thoughts about magic, define it. What is magic?

When Jesus walked on the water and all the other miracles, was that magic? Remember a guy named Moses? Remember some ‘magicians’ some pyramid loving dude had that turned sticks into snakes only to have Moses staff turn into a snake and eat the other snakes? Magic? Science? Reality? A dream?

Crystals with energy. Curses. Love potions. Fried spam sandwiches. Mattress in a box. Mixing soda pop with baking soda and shaking profusely. Whee!

Lets ask the atoms in your body about reality. Go ahead, ask them the real question, “What is the meaning of life?”. (time flows by) Well. What did the atoms say? Did your atomic structure/construct answer? Mine did and do and sometimes you gotta whack the shit out of them.

Jesus says in Matthew 17:20 that if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you can say to a mountain, “Move from here to there,” and it will move.

Faith. There is an very powerful and innocent word. Not very powerful compared to the word fuck/shit on the surface. If you asked a person serving faith pie, “Would you care for another slice of faith?” A comfort food. Or if you said, “Faith be with you!” For some people hearing such it almost tastes like bland oatmeal.

Faith. Powerful word. So very powerful it is more important than all levels of reality. For me, i have absolutely no faith. None. Zip. Zero. How about you? Do you have faith in your reality? That if you work hard you’ll get a paycheck That if you shit on your neighbors porch you will get away with it? No, for me there is no faith only the hardcore fact of knowing with absolute absolute that matter can be created, changed, destroyed with only a thought, and most importantly, with the blessing and permission of God. Whee! God. A most fantastic poker player, a wonderful mentor, a perfect breeze, a true Creation of the Creator.

To be blunt humans are a wonderful biological species very well suited and adaptive to the closed loop of reality of where their atoms combined find comfort. Humans are blessed to be of this reality with a connection to so many other realities that if they truly understood what is right inside/outside/beneath/above their nose they’d probably faint or at least realize their true nakedness. Now with faith and complete surrender to God, wow, you should/can see the results. Absolutely amazing.

Science finds comfort in the reality of itself. Reality on a singular definition exists as it should and has too/to/two.

A good day today. A day of continued realization to understand how lucky/wonderful/fantastic my life experience has/is/will be. Yes, it is easy to be swayed by pain of this reality, or tragedy, or anything dark and horrible. So very easy… And yet. the opposite is also true.

This world, this singular reality where millions of people were executed by evil during world war two, a world where pictures exist showing a nazi thug shooting a Jewish man in the back of the head above an open pit of a mass grave. Pure horror, pure evil. Horrible yes. A world where a Man asked his Father while dying a horrible death on a cross, “Forgive them Father, they know not what they do.” Yes indeed a horrible world, yet the mustard seed of hope is there germinating everyday in every way waiting for the people to move mountains with a smile.

‘time’ now to return you to your normal belief in reality. Whee! Bamalamdingdong.