Scribing 14 - Smooth Jazz

Everybody's got what they need
Everything's gonna be ok
We're all gonna die a slim death
Every one

So let's just breathe
And take to the sky
While we have our life
Because time, is a lesson

The clanging tones,
Swinging beats
The ground beneath,
The tiles of fake terracotta
A heater to keep me warm

A washing machine
A rubbish bin
A water filter
I'm not mentioning any brands because I don't want to endorse any corporate in the writing of this text

Fear of endorsement.... back to the program

Smooth jazz.
Oh yeah,
Toilet paper to blow your nose
Damn sinus infection
Smelly smelly

Doo, doo, doo
Dah, dah, dah, da dah
No more coffee
Or you'll fly like a rocket out the window
And we don't want that

Da da da da
Bip dippa deep

People in africa, pain in africa
Pain? Why pain? Why can't there be enjoyment too?

Me and my righteous mind

Da da da da
Mind is jazz

Ding ding a ling ing

Pvc tape, yellow
Sitting on a spindle, meant for a paper towels
Rich society, we have paper towels
Why is mind so frequently dipping to comparison?

Da, da da da
doooooo, do
Bottled water
Yeah, bottled water
Why do we need that?

Don't want to drink the flouride
But bless my water with love just the same

Oh yeah, love baby
Da, da, da, da
Jamming on the guitar to jazz tracks
Socks on the feet, two pairs

Moving my body like I'm dancing in my chair
Da, da, da, da
Salt underneath the back door

Someone is superstitious... or someone believes in something
Good for them... let them
da, da, doo, da, da

Weee, bee, doo, da, ba, ba daroom, rom, bom, pom pom....

Scribing 13 - Observation

When the world is watching
The world is creating
The cameras peer into everything we do
The microphones stick their hairy heads too

Cyborg women crazy about facebook status
Go out hunting for status points daily
They will watch you with their devices
If you do something that enjoyment comprises

Surprise someone with some hair
Blue hair, red hair, pink hair, grey hair
Grow a mustache the size of the moon
Make everybody envy you have the best spoons

Learn to play fancy guitar
Sing like a goddess supreme
Do it all while feeding your pet echidna
Then wait for the cyborg women to spin ya

Every action has potential to ultimate attention
Everyone wants attention
Everyone wants attention
Open facebook, open twitter
Everyone wants attention
Everyone is a narcissist
Everyone is a movie producer, photographer, radio/tv host and cook

No one is left out of this game show
Everybody has a go
Only one can win
This is equality

Only one can get everything at the end
This is equality
Welcome to democratic existence
Status life bubbling to your soap sop

Everyone wants to know your name
Everyone wants to know why your brother squeezed your hand in the door deliberately that one time
Everyone wants to learn how to be the perfect imperfect you
Because everything you are is adorable
insatiable
delectable
highly intelligent
muscular
graceful
accepting
compassionate

On the name of the dumpster god deros
you must be Jesus

Only one can win
Welcome to the religion of the now

Scribing 12 - Becoming accustomed to what is ordinary

Power, love, war, peace
Everyone wanted to be unique
And if you couldn't you'd find a way
Conjure a demon, do the dark dirty
Get that succatour atten-she-on thouest need

The rain falls outside
Leaves covered in droplets
The sun shines outside
Tempting me with resolution

This is the end
Of flowery living
Of pretending everything is grand
Of wanting to be part of what is right for the sake of energy

Honesty, what is honesty
We all have our back up ancient belief systems
Well mine is mine
I have one too hidden deep within

Right after all the crazy nancies have stopped projecting their children with demon possession
Then we can go back to the way life was before all this cackle began
Out shines the truth
Out the arse of a donkey

Scribing 11 - Multiples of 3

The third day
The sixth day
The ninth day
The twelfth day

Every one a multiple of three
144, a multiple of three
432, a multiple of 144
440, not a multiple of three

Exploring the magic of threes in music
Numbers are reality
So play with the numbers
Play with reality

Sacred geometry, fixations on what is sacred
What is sacred?
How is it defined?
Numerical coincidences across the board

We play and we tamper with things like this
In hope of a reaction
In hope of finding a wall to climb over
In hope of finding something else
other than what we have here

Acknowledgement of the other self
Maybe a placement of someone in the world
Somewhere at somestage

Doppelgangers are frequently encountered
Another person in a different body I've met before
On a slightly different path
Yet somehow, somewhat congruent with their counterpart

If I meet my doppelganger is it a celebration, or a fight to the death?
Will it be an acknowledgement of a system of personality
Is it a known method in which we have chosen to incarnate separately from one entity
For the purpose of serving a greater unified purpose

One in every country or land mass
Some have multiples in the same country

We see we nod in acknowledgement and we go our 'separate' ways
There is no need for reunion because we are the same
There is no need to laugh or cry together because we have been through the same
Just simply a look, a hand gesture, a smile at the edge of the mouth

Then we depart.
Doppelganger 656, encountered and not engaged
Everything is in order
Report to office

This vast steel cage I inhabit interdimensionally
I share connection with all my counterparts
'I' a network that covers the earth
I and many others like me
In an effort to control

There are no rogue super consciousnesses
Because it is the prime product of the white light
One cannot commit the others to forsake the all
But one can do as one wills and depart from the mainframe plan

This is usually futile.

We are so well conditioned to believe ourselves inadequate without all our other selves
That no matter what level of master we find to lead ourselves away from our 'truth'
Like an unbreakable elastic chain we come back
We run back
Like mummy milk desire
We wish to suck from the font of super consciousness once more

Then we lose ourselves in misery and feel completely inept
And try an escape once more

Some look ahead and see an inevitable doom.

If one breaks the chain, then others may follow
It may be the cause of causing others to doubt
But generally a well indoctrinated shell-like consciousness is just that
A well indoctrinated shell-like consciousness

Just do what you are told.
Have a seat.
You will be considered chosen when you are ordered to sacrifice everything

And on the shoulders of the high priestess you will sit for a while
Somehow you forget your impenetrable fate
But it comes before you in no time,
You see the chamber of doom

This is not a path you wish to walk again

Be careful next time you're born on earth
Choose wisely your incarnation

Scribing 10 - Ritual Discrimination

If I don't respect your magic
You won't respect mine
How can I expect you to respect my magic
If I won't respect yours?

We need agreeance in order to move forward
We need organisation in concert
This may mean compromise
But we must do it

How long will we travel defiant?
Alone, all one, just being what we are?
How long will it take to get sick of what we are?
Never you say, never

But I've had enough,
I want to explore the possibilities of sharing
The exponential growth
I know politics gets in the way of such a dream
But fuck dreams, lets just try it and see

I require your energy of agreeance and focus and attention
Just as you require mine
We must come together under the same intention
We must trust each other that that is what we are always working towards

We must put under the nether the idea that we are always working for ourselves
We must relinquish the fear of being found out
Of being left out in the cold after giving all our secrets
We must try, just for trying's sake

Because things are getting desperate

Scribing 9 - Building a Bridge

The crazy narcissist has a place
Everyone has one within
We wait for our salvation
But the devil won't wait

There is no salvation
Waiting is futile
Our salvatation
Is ourselves

We rub the cream on our broken skin
Hoping for a chance to heal
When will attack stop being normal
When will we all share again

Fighting everyone for the best prize
Looking the best
To represent the best lies
Converting people to our personal beliefs

The garden is green and beautiful
The earth is shifting beneath my feet
The trucks drive by beyond the fence
As though attached to another world

I envision the noise of the passing engines
As waves on a crashing shore
The tonal droning is something that gets me
But I quickly remind myself to focus on the beauty

I've put rosemary on the heater today
I plan to burn it like incense once it is completely dry
I read in an info article that rosemary can increase memory
Not sure why I want to remember more
But apparently doing good things for the brain
Is what I want to do

I've rediscovered simple guitar playing
The beauty of long notes and gentle picking
Many different styles of music come into one
There is no law against singing more than one

A space, quiet and contemplative
I'm so grateful
How long it took in the big wide world
Before I learned properly to appreciate this with no regrets

I've found a way to heaven
It's going to take a while to get there
But the way is clear enough
It's with other people

Alone we can only do so much
And alone definitions come and go so quickly
People provide reference points
Then we can go somewhere
Then we can do something
Because we have done it together

Scribing 8 - What is potential?

We are stars
We are of the utmost importance
Some say we are farm animals
Soul juice from this farm animal can fuel an alternate reality for a millenia

Up for sale
Universe market
Everyone come and buy your fix
Soul juice.

30 souls, 30 dollars
How much more do you want?
No discounts given
Everyone will be treated equally

How many did you get this cycle?
We'll have to wait another 26000 years for the next opportunity.
Saturn only makes its way here this time of the universe's year
We can't be stingy with our pretend currency

We must be buying souls and soul juice
Have another sip and another biscuit, we're in this for the long haul
The pretty designs on the walls of the church
Mesmerise, tantalise and trancify

Stuck in a delusion
Someone else's false reality
With symbols of a real reality
Things we are addicted to

Because we are addicted to the authentic
We push to become authentic
Because the part of us that knows the truth
Knows we only have so much time to attain authenticity

Then we join the rest and pick up the soul juice
From the the universe bar, on the rings of Saturn
Every universe cycle about this time
All the old worlders come back together for a feast
Waiting the harvest of man

How many delusionals believe this harvest is their salvation
The lie has been told so well
The believers won't budge from their belief
And an individual insanity has been developed on their own self-deception

We are stars
We are golden
What is potential

Scribing 7 - Backpacking Sharks

Has the optimal level been reached?
Is this the complete maximum we wish to achieve?

So many combining realities coming into one
All the little hermits in their dens
Forced to come out and stare at the sun
Little people, big people, little peoples, big peoples

If you haven't dealt with your fear now
It may be too late to care
A classic doomsday response
Would you like a cup of tea with that thought?

I'll have a coffee
And I'm doing just fine
Fearlessly
The doomsday mind is cumbersome

The doomsday parents messaged me today
Have you kept up with the doomsday times?
Is the doomsday as regular as sex in your mind's focus?
Are you saved by some spaghetti man in the sky that sent a tentacle to die for something he created?
And are you prepared for the doomsday he wishes to visit on all his non-tentacle accepting creations?

The grip of the octopus is great
It grapples, it holds, it strangles
Squash and splat all the blood comes out
The sharks come to the blood

I dreamed of a motel, abandoned we could stay
but there were holes in the floor which were quicksand
where our feet would disappear if we stepped and a shark underwater beneath the building
Would bite our feet off.
We had to be very careful
It was fine, I found a door to an art gallery where an entrance to the street came out
The man was surprisingly cool about having a bunch of backpackers come in and out through his shop

Scribing 6 - Darkness this way comes

The murky depths have bubbled another disaster
Up comes another doom of biblical proportions
A shadow for the place of power
A shadow to take the place of a snake

The imperceptible movement of its limbs causes unease
The people look on at their choice in fear
But so many did not choose
And so many decided to give up their right to choose
For a chance to fight

But what is it really achieving
Everything leads down the rabbit hole
The focus should be on free decentralised education
Because the mass of ignorance is what is the weight at the end of this rope

Pull! Pull!
All the fringe rights benefiteers fear
Pull! Pull!
We can stop them

But no, the weight is too strong because the ignorance
Is so fucking great
So the focus all along should have been to meet the ignorant at their level
And be prepared to take as long as it takes

Parading truth in front of people's faces like snake oil
People are generally resistant to the methods
Screaming preaching on the streets like homeless beggars
People are generally resistant to the methods

But we have tried
And we have seen and what is the outcome?
We must learn
And learn quick

Communication can only occur between equals
This isn't an idea
It's close to natural law
There is no choice

So how do we go about this
Without upsetting the hornets nest anymore
We play by the rules
Or face a greater oppression
One we ordered on a platter with their rules

Because to bring it all down
With a mass of ignorant people still needing leaders
Is to ask for the same thing in a different form
In a much more constricted form
Making it much harder to do what we needed to originally

Educate the people.

Stop the ignorance.

Expose industry and industry motive

Transform culture with living knowledge from the inside out.

Scribing 5 - Sandstorm

What equates to serious?
When do we start reacting?
Is there a time when it will be impossible to react?
Are we living a false hope?

The sandstorm blows over
It covers our vision
It fills the ears and the nose
Everything is the same colour

No one thing is distinguishable from the other

The sun, so high in the sky
Gives its heat and light
A ball of burning white
Amidst the similar colour of everything

The cloth around us
Helps to create a sense of private reality
We feel at least safe in amongst all this garment
So much of it to drag around

The drag is worth it

Hair with the colour of sand
A man at the top of the pyramid for a day
One day is all it takes
Then up come the surges of water
Long repressed from below

They have been waiting so long for this moment
This moment of squeeze
The water spirits rise
Ready to embrace everything

Dreaming of a place away from it all
A place where I can be truly honest
No hiding in my special place
Everyone can be free

Dreams are for dreamers
Come back to reality
Here you are
Use the present

A catalyst for equalization
Everything will fall to its knees
And plead for release
Please please please

Out comes the best weapons
Out comes the best clothes
Everyone's bests for the holy day of destruction
Italian suit and tie, and a bag of bombs in tow

Bag o' bombs
Ten a dozen
Everyone wants their fix
Everyone wants to be responsible
Everyone what?

Throw a ring around the spindle to get a prize.

Scribing 4 - Intellect

[previous scribings can be found @ montikarus.blogspot.com in Jan 2017]

Strong words for a little boy
Lost without a home
Of his own choice

Little spoilt man
Born in gold
And seething at the teeth
Telling everyone how hard done by he is
How hard done by he's been
And that he's protesting for delusion

Strong little boy
To stand up for the world
To see the pain and act
To care enough to stand

Sad little world to project so deadly
To kill the hope with fire
But fire has its own
And hope is like a phoenix

Hope for the hopeless
It really is hopeless
So anything we do from now on in
That resembles hope
is well, a trick at best

Simple blood
No royal stain
But power is attracted to certain blood types
To laughable measures of hoping for domination
To do many a vacation of the country station
Standing up and stopping the wheels of time for a second
To peer into the dark and see the beyond,
Only to find it peering back
And a long discovery of something new to fear

The deep silent dark is not desirable
But learn not to be afraid
And power will come

Under the covers we sleep
Hiding from the current world
Until it has expired
Beep beep beep
The alarm has us all awoken
Are we ready?
Donne your shoes and your cloak

Throw out the trash
Ready the house for visitors.