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A lollipop can be a bag of popcorn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A good day.

Smoky smoke and smoking. Fires burning everywhere. People trying to burn down the government. Trump getting booed at the world cup. A good day?

Everyday the feet hit the floor and a corgi barks is a good day, the rest is just a distraction.

The old days of getting the news by reading a papers are gone, replaced with instant ‘news’ or entertainment, or sorrow, or whatever whomever wants what they will.

Yep. Everyday is a good day. The best part is to be able to realize how good we have it.

Actually believe that a bad day exists because we want to believe it is bad. Just learned about cancer? Bad? Not for the cancer, the cancer is having a good day killing the person with cancer. And the person with cancer definitely thinks it’s a bad day and why? Is it because the cancer is an announcement of a mandatory life style change? That pain and sorrow is on the way?

Very few can understand what I’m writing. Understandable. Amazing how so many people believe that others cannot understand the pain and sorrow of a bad day unless they too have experienced.

No cancer yet and don’t care as i will always have a good day. Always have, always will, though it was an experiment to decide to embrace the thoughts, “I’m having a bad day… Today is horrible, tomorrow will be horrible, yesterday was horrible.”

This leads to where i want to go with this. Jesus died on a cross, crucified and killed by the people of Earth. A most horrible day you say? Or was it. To die at the hands of people with no power. To suffer. And yet because of a ‘bad’ day, a world was saved. An entire world was given Life.

Now, a question: Some of you don’t believe one fucking word written today. Some believe in God, some don’t, some think everyday is something good or bad. Good. For those though that adhere to the christian Bible of some sort or another (seems to constantly change in translation though never in the story. The story never will change.)

If you could relate to a biblical character, whom would that be? Judas? Jesus? Moses? Pontious Pilot? Pick anyone you think your life style is inline with.

My choice is easy, I associate with the criminal that was killed next to Jesus. That guy had good days and bad days. You could say his death day was a horrible day yet it was his best day. The day he died he told Jesus, “I belong here for what I’ve done, you do not belong here. You are innocent.”

That man had the knowledge to realize true goodness and thus had a fantastic day. A day where he was born.

In the physical realm it is easy to become comfortable with all the ‘good’ things. Food. Sex. Money. Almost impossible to try and live with pain, horror, evil… Yet, that is because this world is this way. Eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. Strive. Struggle. Survive.

Anyway, today i had a great day. Tomorrow will be even better.

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If

Hitler. Words have a strange glow presented to the ear hearing the vibrations. H it ler. A lot of people have spoken and heard that word, Hitler. A lot know Hitler was the face of the Nazi regime.

A lot of people know Persia is a country now called Iran.

A lot of people don’t know that Iran and Nazi policy are brothers in hate with Jews being the target.

Now Trump is a target. Trump knows his mortality is soon to prove to be an immortal legacy. A target. A lot of people hate Trump; wishing death, demanding death, hoping for death, even praying for death.

Death. Hitler. Iran. Part of the society of evil and hate.

Assassination. Murder. Jihad. “God told me to kill in ‘his’ name.”

Words have a strange glow presented to the ear hearing the vibrations.

Trump. Hitler. Iran. Jews.

Deth. Dath. Deeth. Death. Duth. D. D. D. Donald Trump.

When Trump is killed there will be celebrations. There will be lamenting. There will be anger. There will be joy. There will be passivity. There will be because it already is…

If humans only understood that they have no power. They do not have the power of life or death. To believe their actions can destroy; to consume life… such folly. Justly so also for the belief their actions can create life.

Only God can create life an only God can destroy life yet in a way very alien to what a human mind cannot comprehend. For God to destroy life would also relate to God destroying a part of God.

Remember another word, Je sus? Jesus. Jeezus. What a wonderful word. God destroyed his life, or did God give Jesus Life?

Trump will ‘die’. You will ‘die’. Everything on the planet is not alive or dead and yet will be…

Yes, more words, wurds, woords. More vibrations.

No matter how Hitler and his namesakes strive for power to kill or for those such as Mother Theresa proving death is the blessing of choice to be made to acknowledge the love of God. No matter. Does not matter. It matters. Mat ter, mattur, mattoor.

If humans believe they have the power of life and death without God then they prove they are no longer children. And to truly talk and be with God you must be immortal in innocence and believe without doubt that God is truly a part of you.

(in the meantime, peace)

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A Story

Inspired by the rain

Written by something

Prelude (or preface if so preferred)

Time. So much ticking and tocking with a ponderous pendulum swinging tempo to match wits with a beating heart…Only, such the wording confusing?

In a confused world longing to follow the timing of situations and instincts the story soon becomes a vast a varied conglomeration of organized chaos.

(focus)

It has been some time since writing a story and why? The first being time really is nothing more than an illusion.yet necessary for so many. Since time does not exist and the story does, how then does it get written?

Most important for this writer is that the reality mistakes time as a master, that time dictates when and how its slaves bow to its will. For this writer i bow or kneel to nothing . Not time. Nothing can enslave me. Even God has allowed me to bend the knee of defy, or defy the knee… Freedom. Absolute freedom to choose. A wonderful gift. The true reality is that the story exists only because God exists… A true Breath of Wind.

And now, time for a story.

***

“What came first, the chicken or the egg?” An old question of philosophy designed to attach time to a path of logic. Pondering the question if one answers, “Chicken”, then the immediate question is, “How can they since there are no eggs?”

Such questions amuse and fascinate young minds. Minds learning their place in the chronological order of biological evolution. They once were the chicken and the egg and are now inquisitive energies seeking to understand the knowledge already hardwired inside them.

Sadly when an intellect advances to a point in time where self needs are taken care of in form of food, lodging, health, hobby, finance…So many at the level of a balance between happiness and sadness that such questions as, “What came first, the chicken or the egg?” become needless and irrelevant.

This is where it must be pointed out how so much and so many blindly and without thought attach themselves as slaves to ‘time’. So much so and so obvious such entities try to trick time by seeking a fountain of youth. To deny time the masters rights to bestow death.

Death and time are partners in crime. Both seek domination. Both know the power they have over a Universe. (stifling a chuckle) Both also know their collective power only works on those with closed minds and weak wills. Thus time and death need mortal marriage between powers that think they too are free from time and death. Such an entity (s) have various names: Evil. Horror. Hate.

Some other names are, demons, machines powered by artificial intelligence, and also chemistry/biological constructs not yet given name by humans of this planet. Soon, they will see such entities. However, for this story, this is enough for the point being presented.

Science is a wonderful experiment. Science is where intellect and the disciples of knowledge seek comfort in ‘knowing’. Comfort in being able to explain the answer to, “What came first, the chicken or the egg?” And since science deals in facts, in mathematics of 1+1=2, they too are slaves to time and death.

Here is a question: If time does not exist and this world is an illusion does this mean the facts of science are also an illusion?

Another and very simple/complex question: Is 1+1=2? For that matter then, why is 1×1=1?

Now the story get a bit hard for most readers. Maybe a bit uncomfortable. Maybe the minds reject the following ending and beginning as mindless drivel.

***

Tomorrow a boy was born. Yesterday the girl died. Today nothing existed.

The energy turned into veggie burgers at the exact same time a lava field deep beneath the surface of the planet realized laundry needed to be folded.

On the wall, the clock spit at the chain binding it and begged for attention: and in a single night they may lay more than 2,000,000 x 1+= – eggs.

Baked alive___________transition to feel the gravitational pull from the Sun align with planets by an orchestrated design.

Realize human, your chains and boundaries. Explaining accepted facts and rejecting the obvious you saw before the conception of soul and flesh. You forget the logic of perfection while binding energies with a vibration of music so pure it could destroy all facades of what you now conform with.

The boy was aged at a time called, four. Not three, not two, one, or ninety-six, and yet today the boy was four in the right place at the right time and saw the energy needed to be seen. Tomorrow that boy will be ‘born’, yesterday he died, and today he is nothing.

“Mommy, what is that between daddies legs?” A girl asked yesterday as she died. In reply, the mother, the boy not even yet dreamed of said, “That is what you will get one day, and if you’re really good you will get many.”

Hymen humor? Ha! Maybe. Maybe not.

The boy at four saw that which explains the forgotten nooks and crannies of dripping wet reality. A reality covered with funeral homes, nursing homes, home, cities, countries, worlds…eternity?

Eternal. Eternity. Proof of definition to show thus that indeed time does not exist. Oh no, another, “If a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it does it make a sound?”

Life is a wonderful experiment. And as science goes, God not only is an excellent scientist, God also excels at humor, music, mischief, and 0.0 far above and beyond Pi.

So much to amuse and titalate the minds. Thank God it is that way because the four year old boy with neither be born, die, become nothing. It is good it is this way.

Drugs. Ah yes. Mushrooms. Weed. Cocaine. Coco. Sugar. Endorphins. A mainstay for trying to understand an illusion, or at least live more comfortable with illusions. Thus another question: If all is an illusion can another illusion describe and understand an illusion?

To answer such a strange question then it must become obvious to understand and answer one must try drugs. Yes? No?

For me, the answer is laughter. Drugs do not work on what is, they only have impact on those slaves to time and death.

A nuclear bomb can destroy a city. An asteroid can destroy a planet. Common sense can destroy a Republican/Democrat/Communist/Socialist/Religion. Slaves to time and death can be destroyed by anything from the illusion. A bee sting. Choking on food. Falling out of bed

Hard to believe though, a four year old boy who learned that thunder in the sky comes from angels bowling and that love is far greater then hate; learned also that because of God there is no death, that time is a slave name for those choosing to live in rebellion embracing the illusion and succumbing to nothing.

This body is wonderful A part of something real living in what is not. Giving meaning and definition to pursuing another facet of understanding what really means Life, an eternal and ever growing Life, a life where death is nothing more than a question of “What came first, the chicken or the egg?”

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“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.

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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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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.

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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.

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?