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Zeus (i still like Z)

Zeus was your normal everyday god. A petulant god as a young god and now a cranky pissed off old god with a impotent lightning problem not even Aphrodite could cure.

As a youngster he had a great hobby and that was to sneak up and catch unicorns. Now you might think he would flay and eat the beast but his appetites back then were more rainbow colored. No, what Zeus did with the captured unicorns was to make them play a game.

In the game the pieces were blobs of clay brought to life as Kings and Queens and all the rest you associate with the modern game of chess with the exception of one more piece, that being a large fat turtle.

Hah! What fun the deliquent had while the poor unicorn was bored beyond belief. The thoughts of the various unicorns were unanimous in action as they tried all they could do to escape.

Stepping into the ‘now’ Zeus can be summed up in temperment with one word, dick. Or ass. Or pick a word. In fact, just ask any unicorn ambling by now what Zeus has become.

No, Zeus no longer sneaks up on unicorns. He now spends his days participating at all-you-can eat buffets WITH a senior citizen discount.

After eating an obscene amount of food he then waddles over to the zoo and throws shit at the monkeys Then he goes up on top of a mountain and watches humans kill each other for some really stupid beliefs.

The moral of this story is (in case you have not guessed it): You never outgrow or lose interest in hobbies or activities. Why? Because time does not exist. If you think you are growing old and cranky and become a dick/ass/cunt or whatever, and lose interest then you actually became a god named, Zeus.

Signed: A writer.

Daily writing prompt
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
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When In Rome…(do as the romans do)

Picture a bunch of guys wearing white robes and eating grapes. Perhaps later instead of the super bowl they will watch lions eat some people.

Or picture a hippy festival in Oregon where ladies run around naked high as a kite and eating chocolate brownies.

Maybe picture a six year back in 1957 buying a whole bag of goodies for $1.00.

Get the picture?

And now, a story.

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His name was a combination of sign language and a grunt of some sort that assailed the civilized worlds hearing.

What we could try to understand about his name wold be most likely a visual aid; appearance of heavy weathered skin clinging to a sun drenched body. His clothing was of hide; on that day, a boar. His hair tightly curled and black. His adornments were an assortment of bones and feathers.

I suppose some of you would name him, savage. Some would scream and not give a shit what kind of name he held. I know his name and that is a name that represents the sun setting on the moon.

Sun boy lived in an area called, Borneo. He lived there 200 years ago from a date of November 4, 1961. I have to say it this way as the maze/matrix plays piercing in the ear otherwise.

What an honest world he lived in those many years ago. No Europeans, no visitors, no technology, nothing but will and determination mixed with a religion that would make Jesus cry.

Sun boy was now in an age you may call young, 26 years, but in his time he was old. Old and experienced in the ways of his world and people.

His fare was typical of that found among the indigenous. Insects, monkey, fish, fruit and meat. It was the meat which was most pleasant, especially the meat of the special ceremony where human flesh was consumed. Aside from the importance in his religion of eating flesh (just ask Jesus) there was also the pleasure (just ask Satan)

And now you can picture what really existed. A man named after the sun setting on the moon. A man long ago consumed for an act of stealing a delicacy.

Sun boy died because his greed of tasting a human tongue pickled in a fermented coconut concoction was discovered and soon his tongue was added to the pot. You see, for him his favorite ‘candy’ was himself.

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Inner Dimensional Experiment

Written with the metaphor of job placement.

Inspired greatly by unconstrained mental energy.

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It does not matter who Robin Lipinski is as it is nothing more than an illusion of applied energy.

I do not exist. Not at all and with non existence there is good company as you don’t exist. So, if you and I don’t exist than what does exist?

The answer is the reason for the experiment of dimensional placement.

Job Opening: Placement of energy to be applied in the most efficient and logical organized paradox boarding on the possibility of chaos. All applicants screened as to durability and ability.

now, what does exist? I exist and you exist… Fucked up write? Right on baby, right on. You may now be left with a thought of, “This is weird and makes absolute (ly) no sense.” And that is because you don’t exist and I don’t exist.

(so now, a little story of what does and does not exist)

Drag queens, queers, LGBT, saints, sinners, evil, good, blah de fucking blah blah blab blubber stutter gag puke inhale/exhale ants bird fish comets moons… don’t exist and yet they do.

When on the atomic level of understanding how a proton pops and disappears, neutrons, X rays.

“Are you applying for the job?”

who said that? “You did.”

And who are you? “You know.”

God? “Ha! Wanna play another game of poker?”

Absolutely.

*

The gears shifted. The worlds tilted. And then the three dimensions dissolved into nothing.

Jesus is the Son of God. The One God. He suffered and died as He had too. He had a job to do and to do the job He had to apply Himself. He is perfect and had to endure imperfection to the level where imperfection was the perfect evil.

What job are you applying for? If you prefer to not exist than the job application is already signed and your job is nothing more than to provide scenery for others applying for a job.

If you prefer to exist than your application process just became extremely complicated.

Would you like the job of Judas? Maybe Peter? Or Mary Magdalene? Too Biblical? Don’t believe in God? No problem, there are many other jobs.

Maybe you would like to be a spider? Free to feed and survive?

Hitler? The worlds always are looking for energies to be a Hitler. Or maybe your job is to fling energy and shit at God? That might be the perfect job for you. Hate. Cruelty. The worlds don’t care and nor should they as they too don’t exist and do exist.

So many jobs. With each comes the rewards of a job well done and a job unfinished.

And there is great news. Even if you don’t exist you are being placed in the job you will do best at.

A word of warning though, this is your one and only chance to choose. To exist or not exist. To become what you can truly become with the sole decision residing inside your vibrations. Call it good or bad, (both don’t exist. both exist.)

Now, the test question: What job are you applying for?

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A special dish

Targon the barbarian was your usual savage beast of a man. Large, strong, cruel. He was the pinnacle of an evolutionary process where horror is allowed to grow into such a large savage beast.

In battle after battle the warrior did what warriors do best… He killed.

All the tools of his trade were used as he practiced his skill. He and his companions slaughtered all who stood in their way. Laser. Bullet. Arrow. Knife. Lance. Club. Bare hands… Anything that could be used was used to part life from flesh.

Women of course were first raped and killed. Children were squashed like bugs. It was a scene of killing perfection while at the same time a horror to the senses of those tending to try and find peace in a cruel world.

There is much to know about Targon and yet there was neither the time or understanding as to who Targon really was or where he came from. Lets just say it was a timeline of your parallel world. At least you can understand the actions of Targon as you are as human as he is.

During the time of Targon a man of Peace came into the world. A man named, Jesus. There was hope for the planet of death, hope for joy and love. Hope for something much better than humans killing humans.

For Targon, Jesus was a threat just as he was a target. So Targon took his hoarde and sought out this so called, man of god.

Jesus was easy to find, and when Targon found the man praying with his disciples he attacked with an extra ruthless energy far beyond evils grasp.

When the battle was over Jesus was dead, his followers slaughtered, and the earth itself cracked in protest.

Severing the head of Jesus, Targon boiled the skull and turned it into his favorite dish, a dish to drink foul ale from. So from that moment forward, every year Targon would drink from his favorite dish and the world would turn black as Targon took refuge in his nightmares, giving thanks for death.

(try writing that A.I.)

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So…

Wikipedia ‘discusses’ Jesus. A discussion not truly biblical and yet tries to wear the clothing of bible.

Sex and Jesus. Mary Magdalene….

And now it is my turn to write about how demons work. Don’t believe in demons? Did you know demons believe in Jesus? Every demon knows the name of Jesus.

Your world is full of actual demons. The kind that make you abort children, kill puppies, torment your parents…

Wikipedia loves demons. Just look them up. Wikipedia uses words just as ‘alleged’ , and ‘may or may not’. Wikipedia is written and made up of people, just like you. And you alreadyknow who Jesus is without needing to look on wikipedia about Jesus.

Now, my turn.

Jesus is more real than anything in this Universe. More ‘real’ than the power of demons. And He died for the illusions of yourself turned into reality of your world of belief and senses.

Did you know Mohammad spoke not with angels or God or Jesus? He was a killing backstabbing human who fell under the power of a powerful’ (it is very humorous on what humans think power is) demon. A demon who is deadly afraid of Jesus. Now look up Mohammad on wikipedia. Notice the difference of how wikipedia presents a man who talks to demons, Mohammad, and a man who demons tremble upon hearing the name, Jesus.

You humans are strange. You believe you have power over demons and worse yet many believe they have power over Jesus.

As for God, maybe you’ve heard of faith the size of a mustard seed can move mountains? Is this literal, figurative, metaphorical, all three? The answer for me is that human words have no power over me just as demons have no power over me and moving mountains is easy and boring. Destroying worlds is easy and boring. Faith for me of God is not needed because God is the only reality that exists inside/outside me.

God has spoken and speaks and IS not boring and sometimes very hard to understand the humor displayed as the Will unfolds.

This planet will soon be destroyed. In its place will be a new world. And few of you will understand until the day it happens.

“Soon, like tomorrow?”

“Soon, like a million years?”

Soon as it already has occurred. You’re ghosts now and don’t know it. Candy and fodder for demons so many of you embrace.

You are ALL dead already. Playing a part in what i consider the humor of God in a most amazing and loving way… The best part, while you were Alive, did you embrace the love of God or the hate of demons?

And now, in a world of second chances, a place of purgatory, a place where even now while dead you get to make a choice/decision

That is the part where Jesus will decide.

As for the demons, they no longer exist in the real Universe and can only find solace in your destruction as when the last day of the last moment of this illusion you all cling too so tightly, they will be utterly destroyed.

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Life

When this planet called, Earth was a very young orb, there was impacts and collisions. There was lava and water (dihydrogen oxide.)

Definitely nothing alive until one day it was the rocks themselves which came ‘alive’. (don’t believe me? Ha, I don’t give a shit.) However, today the planet was very much alive.

For billions of years and environment void of life. Acids, no oxygen until the release of the first expelled oxygen for millions of years until the oxygen killed them.

Oops…Life? Where did life come from? Easy, ‘up there’. Asteroids, comets, a lot of material along time ago containing strings of polymers, even the key ingredient, ‘protein’. Life is simple once the proper ingredients are available. A bit tricking though when combining the ingredients. A scale of magnitude/chance of 10X10 to the power of 250.

“Lightning struck the goo and life arrived!” Scientists are so funny. With all the technology available to scientists they cannot arrange the ingredients to make life. They can’t. A.I. will never come close. And why?

You won’t believe the answer. Life was always in existence. Always has, always will be. Life can never be destroyed. Life can never be ‘made’.

So, if you read this far what is the main take away? Is it that Life is forever? Is it that man/machine can never create life? Is it the thought that maybe you should take a shower today as you stink?

There are a few who might say it is interesting that it was rocks that are alive on this planet first.

And while some of you believe in a higher power, a god or God, many do not. When an ant believes in God or an ant does not believe in anything other then themselves, it is still an ant. An ant that contains the precious gift of Life.

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To Kill in the name of a god

Wonderful morning to write about those who kill in the name of a god.

Pick a god, any god and somewhere in the story line of history there is either sacrifice, murder, or hostility towards life. Usually the life of those not bowing down to the ‘god’ in question.

Today the thought is of how Christians killed Muslims in the Crusades. And then now where Muslims kill Christians. And then there are the Muslims killing Jews and Jews killing Muslims.

Is it all horror and disbelief that humans kill in the name of a god? Absolutely not. Humans kill for sport, fun, anger, hate, money, sex, food, water, spices. Humans are the perfectly designed biological machine with the primary goal of killing.

You’re not a killer? Ha! Yes you are. For those tofu eating Buddha following folks, you don’t remember how your cotton was grown for your garments, or the leather on your saddles came from something that once bleated, mooed, or even swam in the water.

You’re all killers. And yes, while you can’t help it because that is the environment you’re all placed in, a giant world of kill and be killed, some of you are more advanced to find a good reason for killing others. Some even think a god will reward you for your blood lust.

Abortion.

Murder.

Suicide.

War.

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

(silence as a bird outside is thinking about bugs to eat)

How primitive and ignorant humans are regarding life and death.

Life cannot be killed. Life cannot be taken. Life is in a small way like energy and mass. It can be converted, changed. Life belongs to God as God is life. And the real question then is, why do humans try to kill God?

There is a difference when you kill a bug by accident or purpose. There is a difference when you accidently run over your child with a car versus killing them in the womb.

There is a difference when killing a cow for food or shooting it for sport.

There is a difference when a Muslim kills a Christian in self defense instead of killing them because the Christian is inside a church praying…

God is trying to remind humans of what they are and who they are, it’s the humans who choose to forget.

And what can you do to remember? Easy. Give thanks to God for absolutely everything, not pretend a god told you to kill something.

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Power

Written by and for: The Wind

Having lived a very interesting life and participating with Life has given dreams so powerful there is no djuffe-e// between… the between/possibility/reality.

What is accepted by so much. So much? Is so much… there, here, up, down, now, yesterday, and tomorrow.

Time. For the wind, time is nothing of something. The voice is silent and the voices overwhelming.

A question for those able to see and be above the algorithm. To feel what you may have only briefly felt in a dream state of deep sleep, a sleep deeper than death and more alive than a seed germinating in the Spring soil. (1-1a)

What is more powerful?

  1. The guidance, ability, opportunity, command, demand to destroy?
  2. The guidance, ability, opportunity, command, demand to save?

Your choice between the two are to lead to answers neither wrong or correct, unless…

Unless you knew the answers before the question.

Remember the faces of those concerned. Faces with smiles. The face of the man grabbing the handlebars of the bicycle, the ‘mind’ blocks with the attempt of attaining something, only to become nothing of something.

Yes, there is some kind of power to control the elements, the ‘seen and unseen’ and then again what is more powerful? Or did youuuu already forget your earlier answer?

High above, or if you prefer, deep below, a sexual situation between a male and female. An interruption where the return was far more hasty of an exit than a departure. There was a reason, just as there was the reason of destroyed uteo8s. Call it infertility, call it endometriosis, call it cold sore… again, what is more powerful?

Life has consciousness. Life is the most powerful force in any existence known and unknown. Power? What is more powerful? Think now. Can you now answer a question, another question before knowing the next question? Yes? No?

Existence. Choice. Ability. Friends. Enemies.

Does death… no, too complex. Why does death not exist?

This illusion has many chapters. Already a lot of nothing of something has been buried/revealed/destroyed/created. A lot and yet just a puff of a breeze unable to ever be controlled, captured, or contained.

it is good.

it is so good it actually is the only thing more powerful than Life, and if you know the answer before the question is asked then you are ready for what’s coming.

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having written many words in many ways about many meanings from the moment of the first doodle until this body has died has been an exercise in futility.

what was/is really was nothing more than what this body needed to express. there was a brief belief in hope that hope would bring the change needed instead of the room filled with old bodies filled with dusty old memories.]

the tank is empty as it needs to be, empty until the fumes of fuel once full of powerful explosive actions has been replaced with the hollow void of a sterile echo.

to write this now brings clarity.

absolute clarity with humans understanding of God, of time, of the belief in self, of hope. A clarity so vivid it contains detailed moments of time so real life itself embraces the ‘life’ of illusions.

Reality? Ha, (a real subtle laugh. not haughty or full of pride.) What humans worship as reality is really, truly, a bit more than illusion and a whole lot of dreamlike acceptance of what really is NOT real. maybe some would call it fantasy or makebelieve.

So, what is not a living dream of illusion, fantasy?

Life is real, of this there is no doubt as even life can overcome absolutely everything real or unreal.

God of course is more than a word for hope, more than an illusion. God is so much more (but, I hate the word but) but God is also a simple word for life. Father/Mother. Giver of Life. Maker of Life. Tender of Life. God is a word for what i came to understand the very first time i ‘died’. And i have died in ways, means, times so many ‘times’ the number is beyond count.

Evil of course is the ultimate illusion on this planet. A living, pulsing, entity of such horror it truly is beyond any understanding of humanity. Evil has one purpose and one purpose only…To destroy the belief of Life. Evil can never destroy Life but it can destroy the illusion humans have regarding life… One day, in a timeline strung along a symmetrical line much like the iron particles magnetized by opposite polarities, those new to the identity of life will remember.

i am sad today. Not for myself or you or even this planet. Planets are always in the struggle for birth/death. No, death has no power over me. Death is merely a tool for me to embrace for what it really is, the ultimate illusion.

i am sad at this moment because evil has bubbled into the unstoppable magnetic force of attraction. Sucking the particles faster than the wind can pull them apart. Lockstep in cadence the world, your world has decided to embrace death as a reality. A reality of atomic weapons, biological disease, bullets, horror,…

Hate. Pure hate so pure even i think it to be real, thus the sadness.

As it is it will become

As it becomes the reality will become obvious

As it becomes obvious, the pain will once more embrace hope

i smile now at a question i already know the answer to… Will you look at hope as if it were death and thus an illusion?

Or

Will you look at hope knowing full well the final understanding of Life?

Tomorrow, a beautiful day, a day of smiles. The sadness will depart as it will have served its purpose today.

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Profit

Prophet

To sell.

Gain materially by a transaction with various means to include currency of materials or the trade of something.

Words: Words are worth only what a person says/writes where others can take and define meaning.

Cunt: A powerful word to trade or sell. Highly offensive to many and a valuable tool for others.

Love: A powerful word to trade or sell. Highly offensive to many and a valuable tool for others.

Words are tangible, they are assets. Words put to music have great value. Just ask any famous musician. Platinum records. Gold records.

To sell is to strive to bring gain. To enable food for the table, a roof over the head, a material object to be purchased such as a car, boat, table, gun.

Communism. Socialism. Capitalism. Societies geared to sell an idea of government to a population of people willing to buy into such concepts.

And now the true secret to selling/buying.

To own nothing enables one to sell everything .

A bird is born with the ability to fly, to build, to create, to eat of natures bounty. All without owning anything other than what they are born with.

You may have heard of religions where the members take a vow of poverty, of silence? Pretty ‘hardcore’ for those who cling to a world of illusions. A living dream.

You may have heard of Ghandi owning a rice bowl and blanket? Yet his actions changed a country.

Or maybe you’ve heard of Jesus? Or maybe you know those who own nothing and yet ‘sell’ everything without gain of coin? For me to sell is to mean the word also has the definition of giving away for free. Or if you prefer even better simplicity. To sell one self without the intention of monetary gain translates into an unimaginable wealth as the currency is banked on level impossible for anything on this planet to store.

But, because WordPress is an program designed to enrich those designing the platform and using algorithms designed for this planet, the prompt today demands an answer.

So, my answer is i want to sell happiness. To sell truth. And by selling i truly mean, to give freely happiness, honesty, fairness, joy, help, compassion to any an all AND at the same time ask for forgiveness for those earthly vices I have bought into.

Oh, and on Fridays to have a two-for-one sale of free smiles.