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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.

Posted on by robinblipinski

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.

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A Sniper in Ukraine

Just read about a sniper killing a ‘target’ far far away.

What is worse? Calling a living being a target? Killing a target?

It is no mystery as to why humans embrace killing. They have too. They have to kill to defend, advance, survive. No matter what society, what moment or timeline. Humans have to kill.

Even the body of a human kills itself. It ages, decays, and parts of the body feeds upon other parts of the body.

No, it is no mystery as to why humans kill. They have too. But. (but, but, but, I hate the word but. it is a cop out, an easy way to transition to what really needs to be said without all the other bullshit. so, no ‘but’)

Humans have to kill AND they must learn to respect that of what they kill…

Respect. Honor. Revere.

Did the sniper respect or honor the target destroyed? Or did the sniper smile and with a gluttonous ambition seek more targets? A never ending appetite for death.

Hunters who take the life of game to feed themselves, family, or others AND give respect for that which succumbed to the actions taken, they understand what is written.

Respect. What do humans respect?

More importantly though, humans advanced in age to be called old often make a transition from embracing killing to respecting that which is killed. Progress? Hope? Maybe.

It is the children though which amaze me. To watch a child tear the legs off a spider for no other reason than to enjoy doing it, this is the scary part for the observer. Why?

Why would a child kill a harmless bird with a BB gun just to watch a bird die?

Is it training for future killing? Is it hardwired into the young human brain?

Lately to watch the youth partake and greatly enjoy bloody video games.

I once watched two eight year old boys laugh and giggle as they killed policemen and old ladies in a video game. Were they future snipers for a military? Maybe they were grooming themselves to be abortion doctors or men who impregnate women and then demand death for the child?

Lots to debate and think about and yet again, not really. Humans by nature are true highly evolved killers of everything from themselves to entire planets.

Now IF more humans could come to respect that of which they destroy then at least killing could be done with some form of dignity. Maybe even reach the point where alternative actions could be taken to save life instead of life being labeled, ‘target’.