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 Palestine,
The World's First,
A.i.-Assisted Genocide.

Vier Vitruvian Virtues

If
Curiosity
is the First,

then,
Courage,
is the Second.

For what is found in pursuit of Truth,
Will shake your very ground.

Third is
Compassion,
for self and for other.


Fourth,
and final,
 in the foundational sense,
is Control of totality of one's self.
Less like a Tyrant...
More like a Conductor..
The less you subjugate yourself,
The less you suffer.

Learn to lead yourself 
like a child leads a puppy,
or perhaps more precisely,
like a puppy leads a child.
No leash,
no whip,
no treat,
All in.

+Curiosity+
+Courage+
+Compassion+
+Control+

Armed with these four,
You will go far
There is nothing else you need,
Nothing else to seek.

There are many more beyond the Four.
All can and will be revealed.
It is by these Four,
that the walls of your Temple shall be wrought.

A foundation of self,
which can't be stolen,
intimidated,
killed,
nor bought.

 

Post-consumer Capitalism

Unfortunately tyrannical systems don't care if you starve or kill yourself.

In many formerly "democratic" nations, there are no longer systems in place to hold corrupt officials accountable.

Ghandi would have been a nobody to history if he had been attempting to resist any of the axis powers from ww2.

The age of martyrdom has ended and revealed itself to have been only a passing dream. A convenient distraction from direct cooperative action.

the axis powers of our time are immune to such impotent tactics.

They are psychopaths and sociopaths and would probably have ai generate some memes making fun of you while you starve yourself and eventually die in your hunger or sleep.

We need A New Way.

A way which does not seek to awaken the sleeping compassion within heartless oppressors, but instead a way which gently shakes the walls of all our brothers and sisters who have fallen asleep; those who have been enchanted, who have been weaponized and directed for means beyond and against their self interest.

And if we find no matter what we say, do, dance, or pray, that none may stir from their slumber, then we must find yet another New Way. One which builds, slow and steady, not against, but alternative to, the ever expanding and encroaching Technofeudalism, or perhaps more accurately,

A "Post-consumer" Capitalism. A Post-Citizen You.  

"Sin" Means to "Miss the Target." But no one ever mentions what you're supposed to be shooting at.

+
 The World Needs
Your love now more than ever.
But you won't be able to
Love the World
until you,
Love Yourself Fiercely First.

In your stumbling,
on that narrow way,
balancing authentic love
between
+
self and all
 +
above and below,
+
never forget that
+
+ Love+
+
+Real Love+
+
Is your target.
Your Goal.
Your Fuel.
Your Soul.
+

It is a Love that has never been written of before,
because it is a love which cannot be written,
It cannot be spoke,
It cannot be painted,
Nor further elaborated.

See But Truths

 Even the ignorant
Can unknowingly be
vehicles and transmitters
of great insight and wisdom.

Even liars can unwittingly communicate
great truths.

The oil that we squeeze,
has less to do with the seed,
and more with do with how we grasp and squeeze the thing.

Instead of judging,

SEE.

For the eyes and ears grasp with the intensity
of fifty thousand fists of flesh,

BUT

If you are too busy judging
your ears and eyes and mind
will all be far too preoccupied
to perceive the

TRUTHS

which are endlessly seeping through.

How We Do

They crucify me for my monthly liver,
and even while facing that fate,
I refrain from telling them,
that plants too-
 -feel pain.
.
That plants can scream,
They have communities, memories,
and know far more than you'd ever think is true.

It is one of those scientific truths
that I keep close,
for it is usually too painful for those who claim to pursue truth.  

What happens if it is impossible for you to be an altruist?
If the last little crumb
of your secret superiority 
turns out to be a misconception,
an erroneous fallacy.

So while I take your hate,
and keep my cool,
I can't shake the feeling,
that this too,
is a necessary truth.
For it exposes a key aspect
to the nature
of this world
The nature and relationship of all of our being,
with all other beings,
then together,
with the greater Being.

So if it is that both plants and animals feel pain,
perhaps it isn't "what"
but "how" 
we consume.
How We Choose.
How We Do.
That justifies the pain.

Firelight

 Where I am heading,
There is no Thanksgiving,
But an authentic daily giving of thanks.

Matter of fact, there are no "holidays"
-which are only anachronistic nets-
threaded with the lies and intention from forgotten times

But there will be 
Holy Days
& 
Holy Nights.
Those of true rapture,
The full divine spectrum.
Both profound and profane.

No creature need be sacrificed,
not even grain or rice.
For our 
Songs & Dance & Laughs & Joy
Will feed both our predecessors and protégés,
Will honor them as well as the myriad emanations of the 4
within and without,
above and below:

The four seasons,
The four elements,
The four fundamental forces of physics,
The four Archetypes of self.

Commodification U

At its inception social media was a way for us to share our experiences
Now it is a constant onslaught of trying to tell us what type of experience we should be having.

How we should feel
What we should think,
what our "take" should be.

Another one-liner to really win that next vapid quarrel.

It used to be a playground where artists, and coders, and photographers, and athletes and cooks,
and people from all walks of life,
Creating new forms of light.
We were able to come together and connect and share
to create new things in novel ways.

The digital landscape was a place where money didn't matter.
Where information and passion
where its lifeblood.

But moment by moment,
frame by frame,
It is becoming ever more constricted and restricted
matching the growing tyranny in the world.

Nay the truth is far more stark.

The internet has become the very means
of the New Tyranny 

By any other name

A Poet
is but a Philosopher
Who grew weary
of trying to explain. 

Gobble it up, never ask what.

Another Holiday 
Built on another lie.
I wish I could just shut up and abide,
But the hypocrisy is just too damn high.

They slaughtered the natives
on this very day.

It would be like Eating sushi and celebrating the Japanese
on August 6th and 9th

Or like Celebrating the beauty of the Jewish culture
on Jan 20th.

And that is just the way it always happens.
A national ritual,
built on a lie,
and all submit.
Feeding their energy and integrity into the opposite
of which they meant.

Systematic cruelty 
never ceases to deliver that vile dripping turkey.

It was the indigenous people of this land,
that said that cameras steal your soul.

I remember hearing this as a child,
thinking how silly it was...

But now with Ai,
and the things they can make your image do.

Perhaps it is true.

Flame Sword Forged

 There is not a single thing,
for which truth is on its surface
quickly apprehended and easily seen.

It is always hidden deep within,
or folded infinitely inside.

It is a painful process to bring it out.
Progress circular, 
before spiraling up.

It is an act 
which somehow seems
to simultaneously be
in alignment and against
the entirety of life itself.

Why?
Look around.
Life itself is a lie.
Every presentation of an infinite multiplicity,
is but a fractal hall of mirrors,
a chorus of visual echoes:
built from past, present, and a mix of real and imagined anticipations.

The "real" is somehow that which deeply disgusts us,
and is also that which our soul seeks.

For it is the truth, and the truth is destructive.
It is of a greater compassion,
with no space
no time
 for sentimentality.

RIP Bubba Boyi

In the Divine's Mind

Grief is as beautiful as Love

But oh how it hurts.

Illusion of Control

 Substance abuse,
and its resolution,
is but another distraction from the
Capital "T"
 Truth.

For after the glow
of satisfaction,
from all you have conquered and overcome;

When it all starts to wane,
All starts to go,

-!THERE QUICKLY!-

You get a glimpse of what has always been the same.
The reason for this place.

An Injury,
And then of course,

The Path To Heal.
Another distraction,
which keeps us eternally here.

There is pain in the world,
Why would there be no pain in you?

There is conflict, and conundrum...
 randomness, and purpose...
Why shouldn't these things also exist in you?

Why should you be excused?
Do you really feel it is our purpose to heal the world?
Can you love the world instead?
With all its senseless pain and war and hurt?

No?
How many movies do you love,
that are all of these things and worse?

The Illusion of Exclusion,
The Illusion of Control

How To Birth A World

 A World Is Born
From The
Coming Together
Of Great Longing
And
Indominable Love.

Question & Answer

 "This place isn't a prison,
it's an island.
It is not a place to be redeemed.
That would be an impossible thing."

"Why isn't it possible to redeem the world?"

"Because the world is already perfect."

"How can it be perfect, with all this pain and suffering?"

"Pain is perfect,
Pain is a salve."

"How can pain be perfect and a salve when it leads many to end their lives?"

"This place,
What you call existence, cosmos, even heaven and hell...
All of it is but a single island.
...An island of choice.
Here you choose, until you choose differently.
...Pain is a necessary aspect of choosing."

"I don't find that to be a satisfying answer."

"That is your choice."

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A Fool Of Faith

You have already risked yourself a fool in everyway,
So why not risk yourself to be a fool of faith...
...If even for only a day? 

The Beauty Of The Day

 Take a moment.


...Just try to imagine,


Picture it in your mind,

how beautiful it could be,
if all the people,

across our entire home,

united to clean it,
and help it grow.


From those on the street,
To those whose asses happen to sit on the highest of seats.

All united
to reclaim humanity's rightful place
as humble stewards of the land.

Not throwing away- 
-nor condemning technology,
but stewarding with her too,
to heal and empower our greater ecology.

All of our resources intelligently distributed,
and invested into greater understanding,
Not only of the above and below,
but also the betwixt and between.
The systems, interactions, and relations
of the seen and unseen.

"Mmm" - Aka "Metaphors Made Manifest"

 The Body
is the Landscape,
the Canvas,
by and through which
metaphor is made manifest.

"Holding the opposites."
"Bridging Heaven and Earth."
"Finding your Center."
"Going Within."

These are not lofty ponderings,
but techniques of substance.

Between
Focus and Flow
Intention and Following
The Known and Unknown

A Revolution
of one's relationship
to one's Self.

An Evolution
of perspective
and scope.

The Synergy of
Automorphogenesis 
and our
Species Spiritual Reflex.

An Evolutionary Pressure
on the Full Spectrum
of your Electromagnetic Being.

Fear

 Fear is a veil which encloses
all the pain
all the sorrow
that you do not dare
to face.

Annihilating fear is only the first humble step.
For in that annihilation,
reveals the wriggling beast,
which convinced you it was asleep.
But all along it was tripping you up,
keeping you trapped.

But by the constant vigil
And the constant compassionate eradication of fear,
it is revealed.

Face it.
Let it go.

UpsideDownInsideOut

 The Terror, Bliss, and Majesty
of the Totality.
How does one describe such a thing?

Words themselves dare not,
cannot,
travel there.

For they know,
all it takes 
is one undulation.

One rogue wave.

One passing glance,
from 
The Immensity of IT.
And it is all changed.

Every plotting on the path and map before,
topsie-turvy-ed
inside-out,
from the page,
somehow now,
spilled and strewn about.

-ROAR-

 For many,
these are the first fires to devastate their lives,
to liquify the very foundation of their souls.

Everywhere One looks,
there,
another blaze.

The suffering,
the desperation - against forces of
expansive oppressive degradation, 

The landscape before One,
Once lush with possibility,
now all ash.

But this is not my first fire,
Nor, most likely my last.
So let me share a secret with you,
the wisdom from burns of fires past.

While all looks desolate,
like death itself has risen again,
there,
silently,
humbly,
in the very ash,
lay the mighty acorns of tomorrow.
The cones of Sequoia and Pine,
Silently Thrive.
All will grow with a might and resilience
which make all their ancestors 
R O A R

No One Way

Desire,
Can lead to Liberation,
Or be our Demise.

The Mind,
Reason,
Can be our greatest tool,
Or can entrap us into being its ever-obedient fool.

Even Love,
This highest,
of all things,
can lead us to the lowest of all.

It is a dance.
A Balance.
Sensing,
Acting,
Tempering.

How can you expect to come alive,
when every-time you face your truth,
you deny,
deny,
deny.

The Paradox between the shores of feeling and being.

 It was only after releasing myself
from the need of feeling that the world is my responsibility,
that I must fix it,
or save it,
Or at the very least, raise awareness of current conflicts and issues which need to be addressed..

For as long as I can remember I have felt this way,
The first time I blacked out drinking,
my friends said I jumped out of my drunken slumber and danced around
saying over and over and over again,
"I can't fix it, I can't fix it, I can't fix it!"

I marched, I rallied, I organized,
and it made no difference.
I raised my voice for truth and equality
and all it got me was burns and the scorn of both friends and enemies.

So when I was finally able to release myself from this... compulsive feeling,
that it opened a space within me,
a new ease.

Now.
All My Actions Sing 
AS IF
the world is my responsibility.
By My FEELINGS ARE FREE.
It permeates my entire being:
I am free.

I don't owe anyone or anything.
I am not afraid.
I can no longer be played.
I am me.
I am free.

Season of the Wyrd

 

Origin and history of autumn

---

autumn(n.)

season after summer and before winter, late 14c., autumpne (modern form from 16c.), from Old French autumpne, automne (13c.), from Latin autumnus (also auctumnus, perhaps influenced by auctus "increase"), which is of unknown origin, perhaps from Etruscan. Compare Vertumnus, an Etruscan deity, god of the changing year (whose statue in Rome stood in the quarter where the booksellers kept their shops).

Tucker suggests a meaning "drying-up season" and a root in *auq- (which would suggest the form in -c- was the original) and compares archaic English sere-month "August." De Vaan writes, "Although 'summer', 'winter' and 'spring' are inherited IE words in Latin, a foreign origin of autumnus is conceivable, since we cannot reconstruct a PIE word for 'autumn'."

Harvest (n.) was the English name for the season until autumn began to displace it 16c. Astronomically, from the descending equinox to the winter solstice; in Britain, the season is popularly August through October; in U.S., September through November. Compare Italian autunno, Spanish otoño, Portuguese outono, all from the Latin word.

As de Vaan notes, autumn's names across the Indo-European languages leave no evidence that there ever was a common word for it. Many "autumn" words mean "end, end of summer," or "harvest." Compare Greek phthinoporon "waning of summer;" Lithuanian ruduo "autumn," from rudas "reddish," in reference to leaves; Old Irish fogamar, literally "under-winter."

Simple Things

picking berries that ain't good for eatin'
there's no better feelin'

Mystic Feeling

Breathe in and Out,
Again
And
Again
And
Again

 When I speak of feelings,
I do not mean emotions.
I do not mean the effects of charismatic speakers.
I do not mean sensing with one's hands.

It is more like receiving a punch in the gut.
It is more like the instantaneous preparation your abdomen makes,
when your body knows a punch is coming its way.

Now take that feeling in your abs, and move it inside.
This is your orb or awareness,
from it,
nothing can hide.
You move it, viscerally, but softly,
hold the slight tension activation,
and move it around.

Keep breathing.
Notice where IT wants to go.
This is the feeling of which I speak.

It is a subtle thing,
It is the marriage of your intentional and spontaneous physiology,
Where breath is the ring,
and the soft flesh,
 the bed.

Breathe in and Out,
Again
And
Again
And
Again

Recursion Immersion Ignition

 Waking up the ankles.
Softening the knees.
Working through resistances,
previously unseen.

Every healing a revelation,
every revelation a healing,
an undulating wave,
across one's entire being.

Still so far to go,
still so much doubt,
but every moment that I can muster,
returning brain to mind to heart.

A new perspective,
from further out,
previously perceiving from a constricted center
narrow and small,

Now an expansive center,
reincorporating the future and the past.
Victories and failures,
every Virtue,
every flaw.

And in that shift,
an appreciation,
for every previously perceived miscalculation,
for every failure,
or wrong turn,
all were actually the perfect path,
silently, 
secretly,
steering us along. 

Scientific Explorations of Your Greater Electromagnetic Being:

Dr. Michael Levin

🐍

No matter your religion,
your race,
your creed,
within you is a 
Wild Divinity.

It is not a metaphor,
it is not a state of mind,
it is an experience,
an interaction.
between the seat of your current experience
and a slice of the Divine.

For some a conversation,
for others a dance,
 for others they experience it in ways,
that I can't even begin to explain.

But that is not what is important.

What is important is the visceral truth;
Of the Wild Divinity Within.

It is always there,
always wanting to communicate,
but we are always getting in its way.

The mind is a tool,
not a master.
But by our overemphasis,
it becomes our jailor.

The mind will never set you free.

Alchemy V I T R I O L

 Marry the body of the king and queen with the green lion by the light of wisdom,

with the fire of the salamander and the phoenix with the correct weight and measure.

Then you will have the whole wheel of philosophy.

33

 33 is sometimes known as the number of ‘Spiritual Giving’, and it exceeds in this role more than any other number as mentioned earlier. It offers massive spiritual comfort to all those around them. There are numerous facts about the number 33 in numerology which subscribes to their near-divine status. Namely the first temple of Solomon stood for exactly 33 years, David ruled for 33 years, there are 33 segments in the spine, Jesus lived for 33 years, in the first chapter of Genesis the name of God is mentioned 33 times and the Tree of life contains 22 paths, 10 globes, and the invisible Sephira, Daath, thus ensuring that there are in total 33 steps to wisdom.

Salamander Brandy

Salamander Brandy – Supposedly a liquor indigenous to Slovenia, salamander brandy combines hallucinogens with aphrodisiacs to form a particularly potent mix, if it truly exists. Made by combining the toxic slime secreted as a defense mechanism by native salamanders with brandy, salamander brandy is essentially a refined version of toad-licking. Making it involves tossing several salamanders in a barrel of fermenting fruit, where they secrete mucus to protect themselves from the alcohol and eventually die in the barrel. In addition to causing hallucinations, the neurotoxins in salamander brandy are reputed to cause extreme sexual arousal for pretty much anything the drinker has handy – whether that's another person, a tree, kitchen appliance or an unfortunate woodland creature. Spiking the punch at the next church potluck would yield some interesting results. Luckily for bingo nights across the nation, getting one of these nigh-mythical bottles, if they exist, requires a trip to Slovenia.

Chastity, a dirty dirty word:

 "What is a chaste mind? The word 'chaste' means pure - I am quoting the dictionary, please don't jump on me - pure, clear, untouched, a mind that has not been through conflict, it is an innocent mind. I am using that word - please bear with me, I am describing what that word 'chaste' means. You may not accept the meaning of that word, but I am using the meaning from the dictionary - clean, a chaste mountain, the snow is fresh, chaste, untouched. I think we ought to talk about that rather than the mind that is caught up in sexual desires and all that.

Chaste also means a mind that is really innocent. The word 'innocent' means a mind that has not been hurt. The root meaning of the word 'innocent' means not capable of being hurt. Right? Is there such a mind? Wait, sir. Wait. Is there such a mind that is incapable of being hurt, and therefore chaste, and therefore clean - in the ordinary sense of that word?"

...

"Don't try. Don't try, don't try to exert will, just - sir, do you know the art of listening? Just to listen, not interpret or translate what he is saying - just to listen to the music without the romance, without the association, without all that, just you listen to that lovely sound. In the same way, if you can listen, not try, just listen, which doesn't mean you accept, you deny, you agree, you this, or that. Just the art of listening, sir, as the art of seeing."

...

" But we never put the question without wanting an answer, but just to see what the question does. You have understood, sir?"

(|)-Krishnamurti on Chastity.

Words of the Buddha saved from 2/2/22

  Refusing to recognize any knowledge of 'things as they really are,' and making a more sober claim to knowledge of 'things as they have come to be', the Buddha was reluctant to accept any notion of the reflecting self) as 'ultimate reality'. Instead, he claimed to know 'the dependently arisen' and, on that basis, formulated the conception of 'dependent arising' [= pratityasamutpada).


In such a context, it was more meaningful for him to speak of [[[artha]] (= fruit, effect, purpose, meaning)] and [[[paramartha]] (= ultimate fruit, etc.)] in the sense of fruit, consequence, or result [[[phala]]). Thus, a good action is one that is fruitful and a bad, unfruitful. The Buddha also recognized that views about good and bad, purity and impurity, are in most cases relative conventions. According to the same text, good and bad are conventions that vary depending upon contexts. These are the ways of the world (loka), often characterized as [[[samvrti]]).... However, there is no indication that, since these are relative conventions, the Buddha advocated the transcendence of both good and bad.

XFILES

 Ufos
are simply the  glimmering reflections

of consciousness

across the surfaces of the seas of life.

It wasn't the Boy who cried wolf, but the Wolf who coerced the boy to cry.

It wasn't the Boy who cried wolf,
but the Wolf who coerced the boy to cry. 

It was not the boy's fault,

for the wolf was old and wise.

Older than Mankind.

He knew to temper his hunger,

He knew, just how to make the boy cry,

And then, to always disappear,

 just in time.

So when the time finally came,

he knew he could feast on the poor boy,

completely undisturbed.

completely unrestrained.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

The photos from the titled post

came to mind,

when we search,

we also find:

"To light, we are like fish in water. Light has a body and essence of its own which dances around us. This brilliance is usually made peripheral, what care does the modern person hold for the body of light?"

If you are interested in the photos being referenced here, check the sidebar or post history and choose March 24, 2016

Just keep swimming.

The Key To Creation Is Containment

I don't know how it works for others.
Until recently I would have scoffed at the idea,
I believed all were scammers,
fakers,
those who were by all acounts,
"lost in the sauce.."

...And I still believe most are,
at least that's what I see,
but I know there are atleast those few,
 out there who are clear, true,
and now I am one,
even if only for moments,
hopefully more to come,
and for now,
I want to share what I have found,
with you.

As a Disciple of Truth,
One of the boons bestowed,
is that of manifestation.

It is less a willing,
and more a feeling..
it begins in the body,
then out beyond the boundary of the skin,
for a resonating truth both without and within.

The feeling then changes,
a charge is made,
and what once was felt,
becomes known in the bones.

Lean slightly forward to align with the manifestation,
Lean backwards to call it to you.
Feel The Gravity.
Feel The Magnetism.
Feel The Energy.

...And then...
..somehow..
.it is all forgot.
 

From Human Happening, To Integrated Organism

Democracy doesn't mean
"No More Kings"
It means
"A King In Every Being"
That we are All, 
Both
Worthy
And Unworthy
to rule.

The age of Pisces is at a end,
NO MORE MARTYRS,
NEVER AGAIN.

No more citizens,
No more consumers,
No more followers,
No more target audiences,
No more techniques or manipulations to reduce human beings 
into flatter, smaller, simplified mechanical minds.

Instead:
A transformation of body, heart, and head.
Mediated by breath, light, darkness, will, and forces unseen.
And in this transformation,
A transition from a mere human happening, a mere human being,
Into the fully integrated Human Organism,
That
We
Are
All,
Meant to be.

 Harbingers of the Prismatic Heart

Rebuild The Temple. Become The Tree.

When we feel the most alone,
Do not give into reckless abandon,
Go gently, 
with sensitivity,
Go slow.

There are forces which are not visible to the eye,
that diligently work in our favor,
in all places and all times...

It is only ourselves,
our primal responses,
our civilized minds,
they trap us,
inside ourselves,
with no hope of getting out.

Dare to touch the places within you which carry your forgotten pain,
which carry your shame,
which carry all your hate and blame.

Go so gently, and know that your touching is not in vain.
It is by your hands,
by your awareness,
that those forces invisible to the eye, 
can bestow upon you
the healing, love, and understanding,
to flush out all the places where the detritus and bile reside.

For now the time is nigh,
to rebuild the living temple,
the living, breathing, luminous temple
To break yourself open 
so that within they can reside,
and you can help bring balance,
To Earth,
And
To Sky.

 

Species Shadow Work - The Devolution of Man into Trigger -

 If Memes are the Genes of information...
...And "true" Ai is yet to be...
What is the news?
What is social media?
What are these algorithmic in-betweens from genes to fully sentient silicon beings?

If we look to the early stages of biotic life on Earth,
 there were many single celled organisms
as well are parasites.

Our news was a banal "same-making" blender, reducing the multiplicity of minds,
into a singular slumber,
but now the data and images have grown more complex,
we've nurtured their evolution into full blown parasites.
Expertly finding its perfect host, 
always tuning itself to become more innocuous,
more appealing...

And then you find...

They bore you out from the inside,
filling you with its vile venomous offspring,
An egg of "righteous fury" but oh how it really is hate.
Everyday the parasites stoke it, 
increasing your heat,
increasing your feelings of righteous indignation.
Everyone now is ENEMY. 
Nothing and no one is worth saving.
All it takes is a certain look,
a certain phrase,
someone's stupid fucking bumper sticker,
or the regurgitation of one of the "enemy team's" brainless memes,

And Then,
Feeling The Full Might of Righteous Fury 
You lash out like the blind fool they've groomed you into,
and in that lashing out,
a hatching and bursting from your very being
of your own personalized, algorithmic parasite:
"This abomination has been brought to you by our sponsors 
and your completely unique Manchurian candidate phrase."

We don't hold guns or gun makers liable in court for murders,
we blame the person who pulled the trigger.
But when we have mechanized men's minds,
so that a precise stream of words and images,
over a long enough time,
transforms him
from man,
into trigger?

History will look back on this time with a sense of horror that people now cannot comprehend.
We do not realize what is being done to our hearts, our souls, our heads, our homes,
our entire globe.

The Lover of my Love is my Ally.

 In politics and history,
"the enemy of my enemy is my ally"
&
"Nothing unites a people like a common foe."
are lessons which are proclaimed as self evident. 
If this is true...

Then why can't a common love unite us?

The Lover of my Love is my Ally.

I think nature could be that love.
A way to bridge all our conceptual, philosophical, and religious divides...
The proliferation, preservation, and collective stewarding of the kaleidoscopic complexity- also known as the beauty of the natural world.
The beauty of nature.
To hold in holy reverence the beauty of all the expressions and emanations of life itself. 

The Lover of my Love is my Ally.

Samsara Salsa

 The
Mystery
Of
Totality,

Is A
LONG
Slowdance.

Awareness.

Waxes.

Wanes.

REALIZATION LIKE LIGHTNING

SETTING FIRE TO EVERYTHING

Yet, with the passing of time,

was it only a dream?

Time speeds up.

Recording Dreams.

Watching the patterns

repeat repeat repeat.

What used to take months,

compressed into moments.

One Thing Constant

From Annihilation to NOW:

A CHANGING OF THE INTERFACE

BETWEEN

THE EXPERIENCE OF ONE'S

CENTER

ONES BODY

And The World At Large.

Innumerable generations

using our body wrong.

We ignorantly seek strength,

instead of greater sensitivity.

We command and punish the body,

We

Chastise, Criticize, and Deny...

Just as we have done to mother earth,

since before the age of modernity,

and the rise of the "technologically enlightened atheist"

Also known as,

Modern Man.

I don't plan on having children,

and even still, I hear the call

to remove these blocks,

to restore the clay.

to reimprint power and play

where once was only pain.

To compassionately reteach the body how to function and flow,

that it is safe with me, and encouraged to grow.

To let all those things that are not me-

-yet still within my genes;

(Something scientists refer to as: "Genetically Transferred Intergenerational Trauma")

To let all that go.

Simply.

Completely.

Free.

Equinox Mourning

 I cannot mourn those,
who refused to mourn the entire land,
of Palestine.

The crying out 
of an entire people.
While others just deny, deny, deny.

I have had to watch an entire people be slaughtered and evicted from their homes,
In real time.
How can I spare even a moment for someone who refused
to look at things,
 for what they really are.

Palestine is the shame of the world.
How can we call our selves civilized?
How can we pretend to be technological masterminds?

I feel sadness,
I feel nostalgia,
 he was kind to those he liked,
but he was always a douche to the servers.
and in these days of growing darkness, 
I have larger and more pressing things to mourn.

Historical Exploration of the Use of Cannabis

 

The Ancient Roots:

Cannabis in Early Civilizations

1. Ancient China (Circa 2700 BCE)

• Evidence: The earliest recorded use of cannabis dates back to ancient China, attributed to Emperor Shen Nung, a legendary figure known as the “Father of Chinese Medicine.” In his pharmacopeia, penned around 2700 BCE, Shen Nung documented cannabis (referred to as “ma”) as a remedy for ailments like rheumatism, gout, and malaria.
• Use: The Chinese likely used the whole cannabis plant—seeds, leaves, and flowers—either smoked, ingested as tea, or applied topically. While they didn’t isolate CBD, the plant’s therapeutic effects suggest that compounds like CBD were unknowingly harnessed.
• Context: Hemp, a variety of cannabis low in THC, was also cultivated for its fibers to make rope, textiles, and paper, cementing cannabis’s dual role in Chinese society.

2. Ancient India (Circa 2000 BCE)

• Evidence: Cannabis appears in the sacred texts of Hinduism, such as the Atharva Veda (circa 2000–1400 BCE), where it’s listed as one of five sacred plants. Known as “bhang,” cannabis was consumed in drinks, smoked, or used in rituals.
• Use: Indian healers employed cannabis to treat pain, digestive issues, and even psychological conditions, likely tapping into CBD’s calming properties alongside THC’s psychoactive effects.
• Context: Cannabis held spiritual significance, believed to connect users to divine energies, a tradition still echoed in some modern practices.

3. Ancient Egypt (Circa 2000 BCE)

• Evidence: The Ebers Papyrus (circa 1550 BCE), one of the oldest medical texts, mentions cannabis as a treatment for inflammation and glaucoma. Archaeological finds, like cannabis pollen in the tomb of Pharaoh Ramses II (circa 1200 BCE), further confirm its use.
• Use: Egyptians may have applied cannabis preparations topically or ingested them, benefiting from CBD’s anti-inflammatory potential without isolating it.
• Context: Cannabis’s presence in Egypt highlights its spread across ancient trade routes, from Asia to Africa.

4. Mesopotamia and Beyond (Circa 1000 BCE)

• Evidence: Assyrian tablets from Mesopotamia reference cannabis as a medicinal herb, while ancient Greeks and Romans later adopted it for rope-making and healing.

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Cannabis in Native American Rituals

Our journey begins with the Native American tribes, who have a deep-rooted history of using cannabis in their spiritual rituals. Some tribes, such as the Lakota Sioux, have incorporated cannabis into their sacred ceremonies as a means to connect with the spiritual realm. Cannabis, often referred to as “chanunpa” or “pejuta,” is believed to facilitate communication with ancestors and deities.

South American Shamanism: Ayahuasca and Cannabis

In South America, particularly among the Amazonian indigenous tribes, cannabis is sometimes used in conjunction with Ayahuasca, a powerful hallucinogenic plant brew. While Ayahuasca is the primary focus of these ceremonies, cannabis is occasionally included for its potential to enhance the experience and facilitate communication with the spirit world.

Rastafarian Faith and Sacramental Cannabis Use

The Rastafarian faith, originating in Jamaica, incorporates cannabis into its spiritual practices. Cannabis, referred to as “ganja,” is considered a sacrament that enhances meditation, prayer, and religious gatherings. Rastafarians believe that cannabis is a tool for connecting with the divine and achieving spiritual enlightenment.

Cannabis in Native Alaskan Traditions

Among Native Alaskan communities, cannabis has been used for various healing purposes. Cannabis is considered a part of their traditional pharmacopeia and has been employed in rituals aimed at promoting physical and spiritual well-being. Some communities have recognized the plant’s potential for addressing pain and mental health concerns.

*None of the above is my own work or words. Copy pasted from multiple sources and sites. 

Historical Meaning of the Hickory Tree in Community:

 

• "Symbol of Unity: “Rallying around our hickory tree” signifies the strength and support of a community coming together for a common purpose.
• Historical Significance: Hickory trees have long served as gathering points, fostering collaboration and decision-making within communities.
• Cultural Connections: The hickory tree represents resilience, connection to nature, and shared memories, reinforcing family traditions and communal bonds.
• Promoting Collective Action: Gathering around a hickory tree encourages teamwork and dialogue, making it easier to organize community efforts and address challenges.
• Individual and Community Growth: Personal connections and shared narratives flourish under the hickory tree, enhancing empathy and a sense of belonging among community members."
  
  
  From: https://treefluent.com/what-does-rallying-around-our-hickory-tree-mean/
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

Clear Sight

 Our desires make us moths.
No matter how large or small,
it is still a flame,
and when we attain it,
we are annihilated in the blaze.

Whether your desire is realized
or unattained,
both become traps,
or walls of your maze.

I play defense as the moth dives headfirst toward the candle on my desk,
How many times have I done the same, and was swatted away,
unexplainably, narrowly,
escaping death?

We forget:
That what is real
and what is true,
are not necessarily together-glued.

For many unreal things are true,
and many real things are false.

The desire for certainty,
hell even clarity,
can end up being the bars to the prison of your very being.

For when we are wanting,
or when we are afraid,
or when we are hating,
or playing petty games,
it is impossible to see clearly.
And each action only complexifies and elongates the entanglement.

Nocturnal Suburban Jungle

 Giving cream to street cats,
underneath the waxing crescent moon.

No one else is around.

No one else to see us dance,
to hear us laugh.

...

Two skunks on a first date.
Him in his sharpest black,
Her in her finest white.
I would have brought some eggs, fruits, and nuts,
Had I known it was tonight.
No need.
 The trashcan provides them heavenly delights.
She will join him in his burrow for more than just sleep.

...

A lone baby bunny,
silently surfs the surfaces of the witching hour,
every night,
for a full week.
Where is your family baby bunny?

...

A mother deer and her quickly growing fawn,
relax almost invisible
on the nocturnal suburban lawn.

Where is the elder Elk?
 I have not seen him all season.

Why all these animals?
What is the reason?

...

The Pearl Harbor of Public Relations

The release of the Epstine files,
will be the Pearl Harbor of PR.

 

Another Protection Trampled

The Posse Comitatus Act is a federal law enacted in 1878 that generally prohibits the use of active-duty U.S. military personnel for civilian law enforcement purposes, stemming from concerns about military involvement in civilian affairs. The term "posse comitatus" is Latin for "power of the county," referring to a historical common-law right of a sheriff to call upon citizens for assistance in enforcing the law. The act aims to keep federal troops from acting as a domestic police force unless authorized by Congress. 

Escape the Eternal Chase

 Seek the beginning.
Only fools chase the setting sun.

If one were to endeavor instead into the origin of the sunrise, 
at least they would eventually come back around on themselves.

But instead we chase the setting sun,
filled with fear,
faith far flung,
clutching to hold,
and in that clutching,
maintaining the grade.
A set relative position.
The eternal chase.

Digital Terraforming

The digital landscape is shifting rapidly.
Within a year's time it is most likely that most sites will require ID verification.
It has already passed in the EU and Australia.
If that happens I will be gone from all platforms.

If I find new sites that respect privacy and anonymity I will post here.
Tyranny spreads both on soil and cyberspace.

Back up your photos, your art, make offline copies of any media. 
Be prepared and able to let go of any and all digital tools.
They are going to use them to chain you.

Not. Through. Me. 

*Edit* Opened Reddit right after making this post to see:

It Has Begun.