Notice

this really is not hard. to appear in obscurity. drifting silently behind the shadows in the dark.

last night there was indeed a game of poker, a game of substance built upon the metaphor of cards.

i said there would and it was and will always be, and why?

Why?

(with a great stillness in a beating silent heart) Because i have it forever and it will be.

Does one pay attention and notice the little things? The words, the pictures, the scenes?

People have the memories, the pictures, the words. They experience so much and yet do they truly notice?

A yellow jacket for example. A drone busy seeking that of which brings survival for their nest. A nest destroyed along with their queen, and yet there is the call to survive even if to hover above the empty scene until succumbing to what will be. Did anyone notice the vibrations that carry the small insect, the unseen vibration of placement, a life so obvious and sweet.

When God plays poker the words used are actually like a cheap form of paint scrawled upon an ancient surface of concrete. Easy to see. Easy to read. Easy to understand and yet underneath the words painted, the thickness of ancient and timeless concrete…there exists the light of vibration, it is there where poker is played on God’s table. And yes, for most, a bit strange and for some it bring in the childish feeling of love and respect, at least it is that way for me.

Yes indeed. So easy to notice and feel and in many ways so hard to explain.

Therefore, without any hesitation or doubt I, (me) can say with absolute certainty… I am the luckiest form of Life of which has ever existed or will ever be. You see, with full realization it is most wonderful to try and beat God at God’s game all the while laughing and smiling; noticing absolutely all and every…wonderful…special…eternal…good/bad..pure/evil… the vibrations…the music…

Yes. i notice, and it is all beautiful indeed.

(and even more wonderful is that once God let me win a hand for reasons far beyond my ability of comprehension, and i prefer it that way)

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.”

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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.

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.

Perspective

A crack whore looks at a day through the lenses of obtaining the means of the next high. Selling her body so to poison her body.

A navy sailor on watch stands on the bridge of the ship looking at the world with order of military precision, boredom and sometimes shear terror.

A politician views his/her world as one of power and yes, corruption.

A believer in a deity looks at the world with a controlled form of obedience to that of which they accept.

So much perspective. A poor person often pursues a fantasy of becoming a rich person. A rich person to become a kind person or maybe even a richer person.

A fat to be thin. A. A. A.

What’s your perspective parasite?

(munching on some recently discovered canned dog food the parasite replied) “That you are retarded.”

Perspectives. Objective. Adjectives. Negatives. Positives.

Today I watched J.P. piss on a rattlesnake. He did not see the snake as he let go and yet was very surprised to see and hear the rattlesnakes announce it was not only pissed on but pissed off.

J.P. also got stung over eight times today and broke his ipad.

A worker for J.P. got to see me pick up yellow jacket nests with my bare hands to prove that fear is what drives them to sting. They both got to see a perspective that i fear nothing and as such i am not stung.

From my perspective; to see a world lost to itself. Brief moments of kindness replaced with the cold hard reality of a battle between good and evil. To see the evil win over the domination of this planet and fail absolutely over the world of what matters.

What does matter? A question of perspective and a simple one to answer. What matters is the realization of when one embraces evil and then embraces goodness and then the reasons as to why.

“Freedom is not believing in your sky daddy…”

True. Freedom is the gift of believing in whatever the being wants too, good/bad/neutral.

God is the amazing identity for that which is so simple to understand a child has the freedom to and does, and yet so complicated and intense there will never be a mind/computer able to even come close to understanding.

Who is your father? Every human has a father just as they have a mother. And for those saying a ‘child’ can be created in a test tube there still remains the fact that sperm and eggs come from a biological construct and no scientist can create such, they can only manipulate and interfere.

In my experience here on this planet the word, ‘faith’ is one encountered when concerning belief in a deity. For thousands of years humans have had faith in gods, god, God and also in the element of ‘nature’ such as wind, fire, water, sunlight. Some people also have faith in other people. They have faith in governments and royalty. They have faith in leaders. They even have faith in themselves.

What really is faith? The ability to feel in ‘something’ seen or unseen without really understanding why? Is faith an absolute or can faith change?

i have seen a lot. A lot of faith, a lot of pain, a lot of anger and hate. Very educational to ‘feel’. To see, smell, touch, taste. One main lesson learned is that I have no faith. None. I definitely have no faith in humanity as it is a given that left to itself humanity will cease to exist. i have no faith in evil. As for faith in god, gods, ha! Merely tools of faith meant to fool those (yes kamala) foolish enough to believe.\

The big one is that I and i have absolutely no faith in God… (thud, the parasite just fainted from breathing too much car exhaust)

No. I have no faith in God . Why? Because God exists. I can see God as clearly as this body knows all there is to know about this planet. This mind/body now knows everything there is to know about the planet Earth and everything surrounding this illusion of reality.

So, no faith and illusions of reality. A perfect expose of a mentally unstable person, and of which would be true if not for knowing God.

There are very few that have read the words I’ve written about playing poker with God, or building homes with God. And even if you or they did, you would not believe. You might even think I truly am crazy. In the standards humans have set for this world then I suppose i am.

However. i only speak the truth. There is no gaslighting, no words written or uttered without true meaning. My intelligence and ignorance is on full display. It will always remain this way.

Now, rambling aside, earlier there was made mention of father. Of how all humans have a father. There is no faith needed to understand such is there? It is a fact and given that sperm from a male and an egg from a female were needed for your existence in this ‘reality’. And so, the reality for me is that God is my father. And… God is your father, each and every human has God for a father.

My Father is truly the best. Absolutely so wonderful there is truly no words of which can describe. So, I asked God to help me draw a picture. The one below. And God has a wonderful sense of humor. For me it is obvious how God ‘helped’ in the rendition. Now I have another puzzle to solve.

An Open Letter to Humans

‘Luxembourg includes ‘freedom to abort’ in its constitution, following France’s lead’

Dear humans. Greetings and in the words of greeting, hello.

To watch your decisions and choices has proven to be as expected and within the parameters of logic. Your species is indeed a dynamic and ever evolving tug-and-pull, much like your moons gravity upon the seas of this planet.

The experiences you all gather are ample and rich. To see the most poor, sick, and dying be so full and rich in spirit to contrast with those wealthy, healthy and full of life; poor in ability to understand their own spirit.

Please understand there is a very important reason why your biological bodies are released to your care for a finite definition of what you all call, time. Putting the reason into a simple and easy way to understand: Life is the ultimate choice, your choice. Your choice alone for each and every one of you.

You all…Each and every one past/present/future, had/have/will have the ability to test the winds of endless choices. Words such as ‘rich’ and ‘poor’ will appear as something of value to your choices while at the same time become meaningless once your bodies cease to function.

A baby clutches the mothers teat in an ambition and will of choice unstoppable as the air breathed. A body fights to exist while laying prone and in the middle of deaths fingers, a will of choice unstoppable.

For those of you who think you have the power to control life and death, you must be made aware that you have only the power of choice for yourself and of which you have absolutely no power to change the entities called, Life and Death.

Those babies ‘killed’ in the womb of the mother choosing the freedom to terminate in accordance to her, and her alone…has only terminated a part of who she is. The child itself also has the choice and while according to your belief in time, is already rich in spirit as the child has attained the most precious gift in any dimension in any Universe, that being, life.

Life cannot be destroyed. Life cannot be killed. Life cannot be taken. You cannot give life or take life or change life. Such an idea is one humans feel they have control over and yet the reality of this dimension, death intrudes to take all such belief away.

God. God alone has the power to bestow life as God alone IS life.

Finally, for those of you who strive to gain what is defined as, immortality, you already have…You just don’t understand fully just what immortality is. And if you can, try and understand this, Life is eternal. Always has been, always will be.

God has given you all the greatest gift. A gift actually beyond the understanding of the most intelligent species and machines anywhere while also be the easiest gift to understand, a gift so simple to understand even a baby in a mothers womb understands…

And for those who say God destroys or kills life, you and those like you still have a lot to learn.

Anyway, enjoy your day(s). Continue your journey. Embrace Life. Discover and be what you really are.

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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?

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.

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.

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

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?

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.)