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.

The title alone has released the juice of hate of God in some, Glazed others thinking more about porn, Caused some to smile, and this is just in those who have not even read the title, let alone read to this point…

What is this God so many speak of?

“Love”

“Unicorn”

“Asshole”

“Does not exist”

“Pure Light”

(chimes)

“Preach”

“Change the channel”

“Hate”

And on and on and on when really to understand God all you need is a mirror and silence.

A question for your reflection: Why the fuck are you looking at what appears to be you? A glimpse of your smile or frown

Tears maybe from the abuse just received by some bullies at school?

Pain?

Fear?

Thinking you’re cool or weird or beautiful or ugly?

Who are you?

Why are you here reading this?

And that what you see is God. You. The silence. The sound. The tears and laughter. Pain and joy. Beauty and ugly.

Don’t believe?

Don’t believe you exist?

Maybe the mirror is lying and causing you denying?

Simple really, if there was no God there would be no mirror, no you, no reflection.

Now, try this. Try talking to God. Try talking to your reflection in the mirror. Say something simple such as, “Are you God?” What did you hear?

Some would say nothing but the sound of their own voice or some would say they heard nothing. Others would like to stab the writer of this with a sharp steak knife.

Now, lets talk about the existence of Satan.

Some use the same as above to discuss what is God.

So, same thing…

Look into the mirror, what do you see?

If you see a reflection of yourself and believe you exist then you also see God, you see Satan, and some are still thinking about stabbing me with a steak knife.

Simple.

Easy.

God is so simple for a child to see and believe with as they play with the gift of innocence

while a human filled with ‘time’ (hah) and ‘experience’ get to feel the presence of evil.

You will not believe this about me and nor should you if you don’t even believe in your reflection in a mirror, but i play poker with God. i blather and bother and talk to God almost every second of every day ( I take a few seconds to concentrate on food, corgi’s and many other distractions. have too just to prove I am human)

I have done much of what some would call, sin or stray. Anger. Hate. Evil… and you know what? God smiles and deals me more cards to play.

“And so asshole, what does God say in reply?” Said by so, so many, to include some wanting to stab me with a steak knife.

Hah! Aside from ignoring what i just said about getting dealt some more cards, God sings. Words spoken so simple even my toenails can understand. So very simple and easy.

And as i wrote the other day, i have now learned for certainty that God’s tell is not obscured by dark sunglasses or a nervous twitch… Nope. God’s tell is a smile, laughter, and the humor? Damn (smiling and laughing) Got to admit, it’s special.

As for winning? Let’s just say God wins every hand even if your reflection says God is a loser, though i do suspect God has some cards up the sleeve…

What is power? In a group of mind-think philosophy, power is considered many if not mostly; abstract.

To the low brow beast of sword and steel, rock and stick; grunting and thumping chest… Power is strength. Of ability, opportunity; killing any and all to include enemy.

Transposed to society rich in technology. Ability and opportunity the same, the same motive, only something to cause not death, rather indoctrination of a certain way of death.

God is power, of course, such as God can also to be be powerless…

A secret? So much and yet nothing greater than less?

Answering the question: What is power?

(at this moment a river flows. clear. full of sound/fragrance. Frogs play tricks. Caddis fly flies)

where was i? Oh yes, power.

Energy.

Force.

Dynamics.

Potential.

Kinetic.

Thoughts.

Riches.

Wealth.

Starting to see a very common and mundane thread?

To move, motor, putt-putt, zing, pow, bang.

or

collect, amass, stockpile, conquer, believe in so much power even God is weak.

(even poor Pluto believes power is a ear rub, a bark, a growl, something to eat)

i know, i know, i know only too well when hearing words inside like a tsunami upon Earth released.

(smiling. if no one believes how simple power is they will never be able to have the complexity to see.)

Yes, a few have guessed power; true power to be love and so yes. Not a guess, and yet not a fact.

Love can turn into abuse. Love can morph into something insidious, Love is a perfect metaphor for eating something sweet to eat only to endure the bowel destruction of pain.

Long winded? Indeed!

Now, to the point.

Power is not only for those such as God or demons or Kings, Queens, Presidents, rich…(add all the endless other shit words describing those who ascribe to the belief of ‘power’.)

Power is nothing more than time of which is ironic as time does not exist.

(smiling at a personal thought.)

Lucky I guess, to have been gifted to hold in hand a power greater than immense.

To feel something i have never felt ever. Never in an eternity.

Not love as stated why before.

Not in being able to destroy a Universe.

No, the power i felt which makes all pale in compare

is to see her smile

while i was able to impart a kiss

and with this to understand fully why all other descriptions of power are nothing more than wind-blown dust

to understand why Time does not exist

to understand the reason why now, that God does and do have full possession of an even greater power, the power over the powerful with something so powerful as the realization of loving the simplicity of kissing and complete release.

God is the most powerful, wonderful, poker player filled with the tell of humor, knowing now i have the full power of not only love, not only the kiss, but the power that such a being has; humor.

(wibde===wonderful to now think of, –00) cheese, sparkles, water, and a cool breeze.)

Written bY: Nothing you’d want to meet

He was man. He could as well been a she for this story, but he, seems more comfortable.

He was a man. Singular. The same as all other men except for one important fact, he was born without the soul of a human.

He did have a soul. A strange twisted piece of spiritual fabric, only it was far from being the normal soul others are blessed with.

His mother was a cow, or a pig, the description depending on the readers readiness of forming a mental view. His father was a sad piece of soul sucking shit.

Normal in most aspects. Loved pussy. Loved liquor. Loved bbq chicken wings, and for the most part would have made a wonderful cow, pig, or human except his soul was blacker than coal while the heat inside burned brighter than a star going nova.

He chose to deny what he is/was/will be. He felt that to try and fit in would work well. That he could be ‘normal’. This proved he was as ignorant and stupid as his human counterparts.

Did you know humans love this world called, Earth? That the inhabitants with the IQ of 10 or higher strive for material riches? Did you know they care nothing for some abstract concept called, God? They care nothing for love? That they only care for themselves? No, the ‘intelligent’ creature of planet Earth were secure in their delusions of what truly is the meaning of, Life…

To believe/belong means to sacrifice a piece of self. To think the world is a kind and wonderful gem created by some deity called, God. OR, to think the world is a horrible place for those not paying homage to something called, Evil.

This story is pure fantasy. A true piece of non-fiction. No such man exists. No such woman exists. Pure crap put into the written word of, English.

But lets just say for amusement sake, the man was just like the rest of the human herd with one big exception other than the soul… He told all, spoke all and took no orders from anything, not even God. His honesty was his blade so sharp it could slice diamonds in half like a machete to an apple. And though he was free from any human constraints to include death, his only form of death could come from the Hand of God. A necessary fail-safe to ensure the safety of many worlds.

Nothing would or can control what cannot even come close to being controlled, ordered, steered or lied too.

Why write this story about such a strange character with no name? Why not? I pay wordpress for the privilege of writing whatever the f-u-c-k I want.

Anyway. Fuck Earth. Fuck Humans. Fuck evil. Fuck pits in cherries.

What’s that? Fresh strawberries with chocolate? A nice sunset?

Fuck. Okay.