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All Bullshit aside…

A gift. Maybe the gift of being long winded? No, that seems more like a curse.

I truly have the gift of what human society deems to be profanity and yet I am not profane. No, I’m too fucking honest which again seems more like a curse. (never trust a human being who does not ‘swear’ they probably beat their wife and believe in abortion)

I have been extremely blessed with many gifts though. Wonderful parents, a fun brother, a sister who taught me the cruel reality of being cruel…

To have abilities that if were written here would cross a boundary of disbelief so big not even a bird could fly across.

The prompt here was, the ‘best’ gift.

So many to choose from, so many that fit the ‘more like a curse’.

And… Tada! The best gift is hope.

Hope is a most wonderful gift. One that boarders on ‘more like a curse’ with the other side being a smile from God.

Powerful stuff hope is. Easy to embrace easy to discard.

The past many years the gift of hope for me was crashed beyond seeming repair. Eight years of my work destroyed. The loss of money, (which is a curse but for some the $2million would be their best gift)

On the worst day of my life when I lost all my ‘friends’, lost my money, lost my hope, I was soothing my pain with food. Food is a wonderful gift. Probably the second best gift one could receive. Yes, there on that horrible day Margareta and I were in a Chinese buffet in Homer Alaska. Good food. Friendly owner. And a demon came inside and harassed the owner AND prevented my wife from going back for seconds. I flipped. I physically threw the ‘man’ outside and the smirk on his face was from Hell itself.

To top off the day I lost hope was when the fortune cookie arrived. You know, the usual lottery numbers and sage advice such as, “You will go on a long and wonderful journey.” My fortune cookie spoke such truth it is doubtful you will believe it. My cookie said, “No fortune for you, even fortune cookie gets day off.”

Fucked right? And how true.

To move and find a place to live. Very little cash. No hope. No friends.

Off into the world with a old piece of shit motor home aptly named, “American Dream.” Ha!

Ended up in Idaho. A beautiful state full of mostly horrible people. By horrible I mean the ‘elites’, the rich, the ranchers, not the workers at the local gas station who are from India. Not the man/woman working to pay bills.

Found a beautiful place, built a home, stood by a wife attacked by the demons of sickness. Held her hand while she was in the hospital for 37 days with a hole in her colon. And through it all, hope had stayed hidden.

House after house I built. At one home the daughter of the father I was building for tried to seduce me while watching porn. She was truly evil and she and her daughter tried to destroy me. I ended up quitting the finish as she tried to dictate a build against her father who was the one who paid me. Still again, no hope.

I did find love though . Love. Another gift yet not as powerful as hope and in my tangled web of existence it all was just another futile exercise in what i am…

Another home for a young couple. Worked hard on it. Did my best to save them money. Alpha was his name. Very courteous. Called me, “Mr. Robin” He and his wife belong to a religion who says they love God and others unless you’re Catholic… Now, while raised Catholic and doing what good Catholics do I did not be confirmed as for reasons no human could ever understand. Only God understands.

Anyway, Alpha and another ‘loving’ church member were standing and talking about how evil the Pope is. Imagine that? Say what you want about Catholics what with some priests fucking boys and all but in the big picture they run wonderful charities, run wonderful adoption agencies (I was adopted and my cost was $100) and true Catholics truly believe in Jesus/God and the best real human that ever lives…Mary, the mother of Christ. So, while I heard all the bullshit those two were spouting I spoke up and said, “I do not want to hear this,” to the both of them.

A week later Alpha said, “We prayed last night and God told us we’re done with you.” Ha! What he does not know is that God told me i was finished with what was needed at the moment. And still, no hope.

House after house, cruelty after cruelty. Lie after lie. Even had some loving people fill my work truck with rattlesnakes. (another Ha! If they only knew…) Even had an ex stripper file a restraining order against me. Said to the judge in writing that I masturbated in front of her. Told the judge in writing that she was afraid of me… Then at court did not show up but she sure tried to destroy me just like so many others and still, no hope, just existence.

The last house was horrible. Worked like a two dollar hooker for a couple who seemed at first like nice people. ‘Seem’ is an illusion of a word. Did my best to build them a wonderful home. Did my best to save them money. And then their son showed his true colors.

While trying to talk my clients who were over at their son’s trailer in regards to a dryer hookup, I was told, “Jason’s in a conference call, we can’t talk here.” I apologized and beat retreat to an area where I could talk to the parents. Only minutes later Jason came up to me and much like my Marine drill instructer told me, “YOU WILL NOT COME HERE AGAIN UNLESS YOU TEXT ME FIRST!!!” I apologized and said it will never happen again.

Then, a few days later I noticed someone sabotaged a hardwood floor I had installed their. I approached my clients and they had no answer.

Finally, after thinking about it, I quit and still, no hope.

Excavator work. Small jobs. Harassment from the HOA about a cattle guard I had permission to install from a director of roads while I was working the roads and then th4e dream of death.

Not death as you might believe. Not a nightmare as I have never had a nightmare nor will I ever. The Dream Always the Dream.

In the dream the sky exploded. The world, my illusionary world called, Earth, was destroyed.

And then the fight. A huge fight with Margareta. I knew it was coming and it had too; part of death and all. I had told her of the dream and the dream had to come to this reality and boy, it sure did. Only, it was not my death, it was the death of what gripped and tried to hold me enslaved.

I

Found

Hope

Again. The true gift of hope. The eternal gift of hope.

Now, I’m going to sell the carcass of my past pain and life and start a new life. A real life surrounded by nice people and I’m going to make great friends.

This just happened a few days ago. Imagine that, an old man finding the gift he had lost over the most stupid and mundane.

Every action in the past two days have now confirmed what i knew and now I know.

Last night I could hardly sleep I was so excited. New lands, new friends, new job, helping those that truly need the help… and to leave some of those rich elites living here to learn what is to happen to their comfortable and secure lives. The dream of the sky exploding is true in more ways than One.

And so. Long fucking winded (par for the course) The truth as true as Truth can be.

And I hope whoever reads this finds out also that Hope is waaaaaay better of a gift than cheesecake, money, sex, love, hate, joy… and enjoy your Life in the most wonderful way possible. Hope is a gift given to each and every one of us. It is then up to us to discard or truly embrace it.

And for what it’s worth, I now see Margareta also once more again, filled with hope. (She is cooking us lamb at the moment and fuck yeah! It is tasty!)

Life…Hope…Love… What amazing gifts God gives to those who are poor in spirit.

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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.

*

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.