Posted on by robinblipinski

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.

Posted on by robinblipinski

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)

Posted on by robinblipinski

“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.

Posted on by robinblipinski

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.

+

Posted on by robinblipinski

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.

Posted on by robinblipinski · 2 Comments

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?
View all responses

Posted on by robinblipinski

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.

:::

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.

Posted on by robinblipinski

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?

Posted on by robinblipinski

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.)

Posted on by robinblipinski

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.