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December 4, 2020
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November 3, 2020
Smart Business
He is a smart businessman; he was informed, he called the dangerous virus a democratic hoax and refused aid, then went golfing and held rallies. Once they had time to sell their stocks in advance of the inevitable market crash, he told you the truth- he knew it was a pandemic. They literally killed Americans to make a profit, and now we have to keep ourselves from becoming distracted, engulfed in rage that our children are being educated and we have to do our work at home by the investments of these murdering criminals. (He has admitted many of them had the correct information and lied. He admitted engaging in quid pro quo to cheat in the election. But, to record all the blatant careless crimes would take every waking moment of a person’s life.) In political allegiances, the lies, treachery, and sexual assault have been excused upon every relation of fact by morally ambiguous cults.
Some citizens impose the head - of one who turns off the lights and hides in the bunker - on Rambo’s body and wave it around as a flag. Compassion is being discriminately ripped out by their own hands and thrown in the gutter to be abandoned and accumulate splotches of black sludge. Brains are being pulled out and placed in the gutter. Then you make your way to the rally where they hand you a drink and say it’s water, but it doesn’t taste like water. It tastes like something you’ve been missing. Let me tell you a secret- it’s poison.
They trick you into thinking these lies are truth and this brain-dehydrating substance is what you need. It dries you out like a drug which convinces you it’ll cure your wounds when really it is causing unbearable fissures in you. The main visible values of each division are to be anti-the other while fringes of individual thought are embarrassed at the tapestry of an ideology arguing with itself, the polarization of personality slander enriched in the lacking ability of reason. In which cult would you like to participate? Your “choices” of war profiteer are...
Weighty rhetoric without substance canning you into acceptance of heinous pandering and inciting violence against your own as long as it is your idol, your demagogue. Once you’ve turned your back on your own family, you’ve ensured your place on the losing side. They’re turning in their hearts for a new game, one where they have an excuse to act like a disrespectful ignoramus or a pretentious snob. We’re watching a totalitarian regime erect itself while dictating lies, which do not become truth however loudly and bombastically spoken confidently and carelessly as a grifter, and you’re licking it up like dogs eating your own vomit. Simple questions are deflected with the blurting out of self-pity and frightful disrespect, while actions and words constantly contradict themselves, and they all sit there salivating, captivated by the obscene, and I am guilty of it too, right now.
They give you a choice of narratives in a subscription with a few key delusions. They feed you a hero and a villain and you excuse every falsity and despotic turn, an audience on their knees with bowed heads presenting their hearts on silver platters, which to the podium twisters are wetted paper plates they won’t touch while they chuckle to themselves. Receive a small stimulus and you’ll begin to feel how easy it is to forget what they’ve taken from you so they can pretend to have given to you.
Revolutions have replaced one set of takers with another. Any governing system has the problem of greed, no matter the system. The greedy and selfish find ways to take and leave the nation starving, which is allowed, in some societies encouraged, in some concealed, but in all civilization is apparent when the machine of economic government becomes the goal and the living wellbeing is only attached as circumstantial when in reality it is the whole point and everything else is simply ideas. The cruelly clever of these make starving seem like gorging, convincing citizens to accept their working distinction and argue with each other rather than understanding the underlying oligarchy, which itself is a pawn to the few in the shadows who keep the lies going while having little attachment to them, faking societies into fretting over what these shadow employers have, which is knowledge of the lie. These systems and ideas are nothing; they are different colors in the same game where all players are pieces.
In the pandemic, they are rearranging freedoms and oppressions. Their survival depends on you believing it’s real and making yourselves slaves to its working rotations. They entice you by threat of force to stand idly and see the bounty of the universe wrapped tightly in view but only kept away from you by the fragile yellow strip you can’t seem to break because you’ve been wholly conditioned to accept its meaning and bow to its false ideology. In a crisis, this yellow strip is the only thing protecting the earth from their anarchy.
They convince you to murder and die for the planetary resources which the oligarchies claim to own, but which are really yours. They teach you to treat your brothers and sisters with hatred. The way you would have the world ordered, would it be good were it all applied to you?
You are sold the idea of physical luxury as a measure of wealth. It is not wealth. All our true education, exploration, and health must be grabbed in the time and energy we can take for ourselves within the tired rush of necessities. They say the spirit of life is for weekends, or sundays, or sleeping, or never, and they who disregard the necessities of true meaning in life tend to be the most defunct and pointless. How happy have you ever seen a grasper? How nonessential have takers always proven to be? You don’t need their attitude. Don’t listen to their slander trying to win you over to do the work of their monopoly. Let them play with their toys and trading paper and yellow rocks which make men crazy. To rise above their game of capitalistic communes, one must realize how truly uninteresting is their noisy greed. We will share the feast of the dawn, celebrate our work in the day, gaze at the sunset, and sing songs within the stars in the community of the Universe.
Some citizens impose the head - of one who turns off the lights and hides in the bunker - on Rambo’s body and wave it around as a flag. Compassion is being discriminately ripped out by their own hands and thrown in the gutter to be abandoned and accumulate splotches of black sludge. Brains are being pulled out and placed in the gutter. Then you make your way to the rally where they hand you a drink and say it’s water, but it doesn’t taste like water. It tastes like something you’ve been missing. Let me tell you a secret- it’s poison.
They trick you into thinking these lies are truth and this brain-dehydrating substance is what you need. It dries you out like a drug which convinces you it’ll cure your wounds when really it is causing unbearable fissures in you. The main visible values of each division are to be anti-the other while fringes of individual thought are embarrassed at the tapestry of an ideology arguing with itself, the polarization of personality slander enriched in the lacking ability of reason. In which cult would you like to participate? Your “choices” of war profiteer are...
Weighty rhetoric without substance canning you into acceptance of heinous pandering and inciting violence against your own as long as it is your idol, your demagogue. Once you’ve turned your back on your own family, you’ve ensured your place on the losing side. They’re turning in their hearts for a new game, one where they have an excuse to act like a disrespectful ignoramus or a pretentious snob. We’re watching a totalitarian regime erect itself while dictating lies, which do not become truth however loudly and bombastically spoken confidently and carelessly as a grifter, and you’re licking it up like dogs eating your own vomit. Simple questions are deflected with the blurting out of self-pity and frightful disrespect, while actions and words constantly contradict themselves, and they all sit there salivating, captivated by the obscene, and I am guilty of it too, right now.
They give you a choice of narratives in a subscription with a few key delusions. They feed you a hero and a villain and you excuse every falsity and despotic turn, an audience on their knees with bowed heads presenting their hearts on silver platters, which to the podium twisters are wetted paper plates they won’t touch while they chuckle to themselves. Receive a small stimulus and you’ll begin to feel how easy it is to forget what they’ve taken from you so they can pretend to have given to you.
Revolutions have replaced one set of takers with another. Any governing system has the problem of greed, no matter the system. The greedy and selfish find ways to take and leave the nation starving, which is allowed, in some societies encouraged, in some concealed, but in all civilization is apparent when the machine of economic government becomes the goal and the living wellbeing is only attached as circumstantial when in reality it is the whole point and everything else is simply ideas. The cruelly clever of these make starving seem like gorging, convincing citizens to accept their working distinction and argue with each other rather than understanding the underlying oligarchy, which itself is a pawn to the few in the shadows who keep the lies going while having little attachment to them, faking societies into fretting over what these shadow employers have, which is knowledge of the lie. These systems and ideas are nothing; they are different colors in the same game where all players are pieces.
In the pandemic, they are rearranging freedoms and oppressions. Their survival depends on you believing it’s real and making yourselves slaves to its working rotations. They entice you by threat of force to stand idly and see the bounty of the universe wrapped tightly in view but only kept away from you by the fragile yellow strip you can’t seem to break because you’ve been wholly conditioned to accept its meaning and bow to its false ideology. In a crisis, this yellow strip is the only thing protecting the earth from their anarchy.
They convince you to murder and die for the planetary resources which the oligarchies claim to own, but which are really yours. They teach you to treat your brothers and sisters with hatred. The way you would have the world ordered, would it be good were it all applied to you?
You are sold the idea of physical luxury as a measure of wealth. It is not wealth. All our true education, exploration, and health must be grabbed in the time and energy we can take for ourselves within the tired rush of necessities. They say the spirit of life is for weekends, or sundays, or sleeping, or never, and they who disregard the necessities of true meaning in life tend to be the most defunct and pointless. How happy have you ever seen a grasper? How nonessential have takers always proven to be? You don’t need their attitude. Don’t listen to their slander trying to win you over to do the work of their monopoly. Let them play with their toys and trading paper and yellow rocks which make men crazy. To rise above their game of capitalistic communes, one must realize how truly uninteresting is their noisy greed. We will share the feast of the dawn, celebrate our work in the day, gaze at the sunset, and sing songs within the stars in the community of the Universe.
October 26, 2020
A Whole Houseful of Bacon
I watch the pink sunrise. I watch the sunset. I teach my children to enjoy the beauty of life and be thankful.
We must make the time and space to achieve our dreams. When schedule changes occur, rearranging our routine, be fluid enough to rearrange when in each day you meet your needs rather than abandon the necessity to forgetfulness. Our happiness is all our own responsibility. Whether you have to get up early to read and write or snag the moments of kids fluctuating wildly from concentration to noisily teasing and fidgeting and arguing while also teaching and feeding them and trying to keep your house from being an unbelievable mess of laundry and dishes and random shit tossed across the floor of every room, this is simply what you have to do.
Here is an example of quarantine routine, to be seen and understood through interpretation into your own priorities. Whether you have kids or not, this translates into a way to ensure our inner needs are cared for. When I am actually doing it, this is how it is - Wake at five on the morning clock, drink water first, then make coffee and meditate while it’s brewing, drink coffee and write/read whichever book I am in, shower, stretch to the Sun and Earth giving silent thanks to life and then silently stand to listen to the Great Mystery, cleanse the home of self with sage and breathing meditation, strengthen and revive my body with physical exercise, then the kids start school and I eat while helping them. After school, we dance or play or paint while tea is brewing, then enjoy tea time and a story. Sometimes in the hotter months we make fruit smoothies. Afterwards, they do their chores as quickly or as aggravated as possible, and play. This is usually when I try to relax from a day being surrounded by five beautiful children who constantly need attention, who are an adorable barrage of strange, thoughtful questions about the universe. (You know how bacon gets lighter when it’s cooked, because so much of the water and fat gets cooked out? How much would fifty pounds of cooked bacon be? Probably a whole houseful of bacon.)
My work requires deep mental concentration, so it’s rare I have any time during the week to do the actual writing other than early morning, but another part of my work is advertising, so I often use this time to roll scrolls and tie them to the trees for anyone to read, or I may walk through the garden listening to the kids play. All the housework, activities, and appointments etcetera hereabove unmentioned exist and often seem unrelenting, but are a greater part of life not to be untouched by sight of how we can make them the best. Soon, it is time to make dinner.
This may sound like too much, but a routine is meant to be created and tried and reworked until it flows, and always reworked with the changing of tides, which has seemed for more than a year like constant high-tide. I always feel better when I keep to this than when I make coffee and get back into bed. I always want to lay down and cuddle my wife, but my mind is aggravated throughout the day when I feel like I’ve not completed a full day’s worth of achieving. Yes, it is good to give ourselves restful, unworried time, but do so consciously. It is easy to slip into unconscious habits repeating until they become how we live our lives.
To be worthy of the day is not to be overlooked or underestimated. I am a man; I am not a consumer. You can see how the day is born from night when you’re awake early enough to see it born. Having this time and space to wake up, to breathe and have some silence to be centered, before the neverending barrage of responsibility that is the heavy characteristic of modern life, is important. Those who are endlessly busy are endlessly unhappy. Nature is a priority, it is our true home, sunrise or sunset, midday or deep in night, find time to be in it.
Stay offline, stay away from ignorance, stay away from pollution and genocide excusers, plague deniers, and the endless arguments of idiotic repetition. True original thought can be found, but only by those who live it. There is new light to create, to see, and be alive in.
We must make the time and space to achieve our dreams. When schedule changes occur, rearranging our routine, be fluid enough to rearrange when in each day you meet your needs rather than abandon the necessity to forgetfulness. Our happiness is all our own responsibility. Whether you have to get up early to read and write or snag the moments of kids fluctuating wildly from concentration to noisily teasing and fidgeting and arguing while also teaching and feeding them and trying to keep your house from being an unbelievable mess of laundry and dishes and random shit tossed across the floor of every room, this is simply what you have to do.
Here is an example of quarantine routine, to be seen and understood through interpretation into your own priorities. Whether you have kids or not, this translates into a way to ensure our inner needs are cared for. When I am actually doing it, this is how it is - Wake at five on the morning clock, drink water first, then make coffee and meditate while it’s brewing, drink coffee and write/read whichever book I am in, shower, stretch to the Sun and Earth giving silent thanks to life and then silently stand to listen to the Great Mystery, cleanse the home of self with sage and breathing meditation, strengthen and revive my body with physical exercise, then the kids start school and I eat while helping them. After school, we dance or play or paint while tea is brewing, then enjoy tea time and a story. Sometimes in the hotter months we make fruit smoothies. Afterwards, they do their chores as quickly or as aggravated as possible, and play. This is usually when I try to relax from a day being surrounded by five beautiful children who constantly need attention, who are an adorable barrage of strange, thoughtful questions about the universe. (You know how bacon gets lighter when it’s cooked, because so much of the water and fat gets cooked out? How much would fifty pounds of cooked bacon be? Probably a whole houseful of bacon.)
My work requires deep mental concentration, so it’s rare I have any time during the week to do the actual writing other than early morning, but another part of my work is advertising, so I often use this time to roll scrolls and tie them to the trees for anyone to read, or I may walk through the garden listening to the kids play. All the housework, activities, and appointments etcetera hereabove unmentioned exist and often seem unrelenting, but are a greater part of life not to be untouched by sight of how we can make them the best. Soon, it is time to make dinner.
This may sound like too much, but a routine is meant to be created and tried and reworked until it flows, and always reworked with the changing of tides, which has seemed for more than a year like constant high-tide. I always feel better when I keep to this than when I make coffee and get back into bed. I always want to lay down and cuddle my wife, but my mind is aggravated throughout the day when I feel like I’ve not completed a full day’s worth of achieving. Yes, it is good to give ourselves restful, unworried time, but do so consciously. It is easy to slip into unconscious habits repeating until they become how we live our lives.
To be worthy of the day is not to be overlooked or underestimated. I am a man; I am not a consumer. You can see how the day is born from night when you’re awake early enough to see it born. Having this time and space to wake up, to breathe and have some silence to be centered, before the neverending barrage of responsibility that is the heavy characteristic of modern life, is important. Those who are endlessly busy are endlessly unhappy. Nature is a priority, it is our true home, sunrise or sunset, midday or deep in night, find time to be in it.
Stay offline, stay away from ignorance, stay away from pollution and genocide excusers, plague deniers, and the endless arguments of idiotic repetition. True original thought can be found, but only by those who live it. There is new light to create, to see, and be alive in.
October 9, 2020
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June 26, 2017
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June 25, 2017
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June 24, 2017
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