Without change there would be nothing worth living for
I've got my apple cider vinegar water
I've got my black coffee
I've got my routine in the morning
I love routine
I love discipline
But for say
20 or 30 days at a time
Then change
The pan crackles to life
The slow heating element creeps up on the unsuspecting breakfast cooker
I promise never to take anything for granted
I promise
Greenery in the window
Sitting elegantly
Nothing of it boasts discipline or care
But it still loves us, the plants they love us
The healing happens while it grows
Green the colour of life
To another world, going slowly
Everything will change back to the way it was before it changes indefinitely again
Things will heat up
The smell of the butter meets the nostrils
So many lives will be lost
A level of cut off from emotion must be learned by every survivor quickly
So much will go
But we must focus on our immediate situation
In the moment we can do what we can do
And not another time before or after
When you realise what you've done...
Says the cuttlefish
Ominous words from an insane man
And I believed him once
Though belief was outlawed in his 'country'
Instead you had to be and only be
I've learned from many sources
My most quoted to my most trusted
Is the insane
The insane have the answers
That's why they can't keep them in
The answers themselves
Seek to bring down this reality as it is
Like a pack of cards
A murder of lies
Gar gar gar-ing
The crows know
A different flavour today m'lord?
The illusion of change
So many things are the same
Just different flavours
Delicate deceptions
Pull the wool from the eyes
How many lives have been lived in this context
Just different colours, different ways, different flavours, different sustenance
A universe with unicorns, fairy floss trees and candy cane fields
Everything is the same
Nothing has changed
Nothing has ever changed
But the greatest constant according to some insane teachers IS change
Change itself never changes
Ever been on an acid trip?
Everything is changing
But everything is also always the same
The paradox of time
Time is illusive
Currently something that doesn't change is that
when grit comes to grit
Survival of the body, of the spirit, of the mind
The reality of survival, is the only real reality
Everything else can fade away like a passing cloud
In a time of great change
Trust survival.
What will I do to survive?
The christians are running around like chickens with their heads chopped off because
They are clambouring for the survival of their spirit
They are afraid that others will die in spirit
They are convinced that their great vehicle of ascension
Is the ONLY great vehicle of ascension
To take us all across the river, the great rift of time
Onwards and into the next great cycle.
I have a boat.
I've got a little boat.
Jump on mine for a short while.
I can probably only take 5 or 6 but lets train others to build their boats
And build our boat better
Every boat together joined as one
To weather the great storm of the apocalypse into and onto the next great age of Aquarius.
At least those are the bastard words used to describe this situation
what we are falling into,
coming into
Sincerity is power
The ability to wield sincerity truly is power
The age of cynicism, the age of the skeptic
Has done much to damage our heritage
Every time we mock
We mock everything
Every time we scorn another
We scorn the world
Repetition is the master of learning
Remember that.
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