Scribing 62 - Alternate realms

I visited some alternate realities in my dreams this morning
Sleeping in a 12 bed dorm
Someone neurotic sleeping on the top bunk next to me, telling me how weird a person is, budging at every movement I make in my slumber
Maybe I fed from her energy

The dreams were vivid and as real as you and me
I experienced about 4 or 5 different realities in different times of my highly sleepless night

Most of them I missed the plane I'm getting on now.
One of them I lent some busking equipment to people and their kids
I fell in love with a beautiful girl
who was trying busking and borrowed something from me
It was a big family meeting,
happy to have me with them
The mall near the train station at Frankfurt was coveted in grass like a great park
it was swampy
Frankfurt was like a little village
I missed the plane, I stressed a bit but I had found good friends, it didn't matter to me so much
But waking up in between and realising where I'd been , I grabbed my phone to check the time, it was 7.45
the plane is at 7.50 I've missed it
oh shit. I'm sitting in my bed
people get up to tell me they can't handle my breathing, I'm breathing too loud
The neurotic lady gets up everytime I drink water or when I grabbed my phone
controlling behaviour

The people move beds around me,
The beds are different than before,
I remember something, it's not like this,
but I let them sort themselves out to get away from my breathing.

Everything but the neurotic lady is an alternate dimension I don't have to exist in

The neurotic lady is actually neurotic and real

I check the time, now actually awake

It's only 4pm

I pretend to sleep and have other slightly vivid interventions, not wanting to disturb the neurotic person

I find them every now and then in hostels, found them in detention centres
people on the last of their wits
and still trying to pretend everything is ok
participating to an extent with this crazy society

eventually my alarm goes off

It's time to get up and catch that plane.

Scribing 61 - Logic

Labels, action, politics
Sit, don't talk, oh he talked
no he didn't
tell the mind he didn't
I'm leaving
it won't matter

Sitting
don't talk, so quiet
voice over lots speaker
deutches lotgen uggen splut
huh?
I'm just spewing Genglish

Everything in place
even chipped things are shiny
neat rows
flower of life beckons

red dove
Angel of death
troubadour of the confusion

mad magick delinquent timing

goodbye Bangkok

German smerman

Red rows, pews, church of the Crimson flower, chosen, Chair of Scrying, action centre, she swore she saw death enter a little saner than before. valuable moment. asset. 

Scribing 60 - Running a society with social inequality isn't easy

We have so many dreams
Not all of them can be achieved in one lifetime
Then we settle for a few
Then we struggle to meet the bare minimum of these few and we siphon it down to just one

Loose cannon
you're a loose cannon
that's what you are
well at least
It's what you've become

Pushing away people left right and center
What can you do?
The desire is to see all the worlds
travel all the paths
it cannot be done while carrying around the energetic influences of this many acquaintances under the false impression we live in an equal society where everyone can be happy

So what do we do?
We say
Fuck the system

And we try with all our might to fuck this system
we use up everything we've got
But we can't stop it because the people that are being fucked by this fucking system want to be fucked by this fucking system
With that much energy going for it
How can you bring out down?

It's not so simple
To run a society, with unequal citizens as subjects
It's easy to assume we can do this well
After achieving said fuck

The fucking world is oblivion
a cancer that eats at life

Now the only way to 'bring it down'
is to do it from the inside
So we go in
Smiling faces wielding
Here we are
We are the fuckers
And we're here to fuck

and hopefully make it out with some skeric of humanity intact within our souls.

I'm going in
conjecture is for dreamers
let's stop dreaming and do

speak speak speak
do do doo

Scribing 59 - Rats are people too

Rats are people too
Pad Thai is delicious
From the street vendor

Straight faced
Money money money.
Set price

Ok ok, peanut
sweet chili
go

Can't sit there
Rats are people too

Only place to sit
In the middle of the round about
there's an elevation
there's bushes in the middle

People sitting, people laughing
eat eat eat
little things from the bushes they come
inspect the terrain
look for food

we're from the Ong tribe, where are you from
I'm just eating
leave me

But you eat in our home
and we have little food

let us pick the crumbs
Ok
you pick the crumbs

little nudge
wobble here and there
no harm done
we're just inspecting
we'll find the crumbs

apparently society is equal

has anyone else cottoned on to this joke? 

Scribbling 58 - Bangkok

Phablet now
No typing

Wandering people
Looking for something
What are we all looking for?

Re-expression of joy
Love
Satiation
Eternal Satiation

Saturation
Desire

Swift type
Ideas
Fusion

Four nights here
The plants wobble in the wind of the incessant fans
It's fucking hot
I've got a bucket of something for cheap

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
We can't get away from ourselves

No not ever.

Blogger app

Give me the answers Google = God

I watch a worried face do what it's always done
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high

Smashing
Herbs, spices, bag
turn twist elastic
next

Serve

Beautiful lady
advertising frog sculpture from wood
serrated edge
stick flick
sound of frog

depressing mainstream song
blah blah
you let her go
blah blah blah

I tried to get sleep at the hostel
But girls wanted talk on room of twelve
where people only sleep
attention?

5pm in the afternoon, justification?

Smile
something is ok
we'll be right.

strange worlds collide with one another
who can control it

everyone only speaks so much English
being understood is a dream
just settle for heart

blahblahblah

sex baby song

fuck the system

Scribing 57 - Sanity in Question

Sample the free love at the open table
He said it, you said it, we said it together
No one person is out of innocence
All the broken people weep

Golden tears
Golden years
A golden age of openness
To all those in question of sanity
New life will form

We eat from the trough of rationed delight
What the previous age left for us was just scraps
We make a kingdom out of scraps
Pan's labyrinth

We do what we do until we are dead
When the magic runs out
The broken people weep
Golden years

Scribing 56 - Doldrum Burdalurm Bunga

Houses need people
Houses need life

The sunset was so splendid this morning
The plants sit and wait for the rise to reach their leaves
Unconditional empathy
The curse that can be a blessing

The cloud that sits above the eyes
Breathing, get that energy moving
Sometimes things are better left unspoken
The intellectual mind cannot be given a place in this future

The listening public wants someone shy and timid
This is the capacity for their ability to receive
Where will you go from here?

The footsteps rattle the floor
The floor boards crack and tackle as the heavy body shifts from one room to the other

Soon we'll all be together forever again
A shower will be in order
A change of clothes, a washing of all things cloth in my bag
A new sowing kit to bring broken things back into workingness

Standard recollection
Transmission feed interrupted
Heavy eyebrow, keep breathing

No wrong, no right
Wandering flicking, frizzing, branches of the weeping peppermint

We only have what we need and then we are off
Fame and fortune are not to be had this life
These are spectres of the imagination
Ghosts of time

Who wants to be a ghost in time
When time is a prison

We live forever by working together
We die in hell by isolation

Balance
Get that balance
It sounds quite simple

The man that cannot sit and wait for the right time to do things
Is the man that cannot sit and wait for the right time to do things

Punchy proverb expected here
Apparition master
Sexy man

Scribing 55 - Practical Singularity

One man
On the event
The glimmer of hope in the distance
The shards of expression fall in a sharp and delightful way

The flat expanse on the eye
Over the edge of the world
Au bout du monde
I return soon

We only have as much as we put in
If hard yards were put in
Then hard yards will be taken out
But the spontaneous arousal of energy from the mire
Can bring unpredictable seasons

The drama queen wants to play
The sun on this wooden table, makes it sticky
In just a few moment I walk through three class lines
Now I'm back to eclectic traveler
Probably french
I started as bum this morning

I have a lot of people tell me my accent sounds french
I take it as a compliment

The expensive hipster coffee lasted nowhere nearly enough
I'll have a jangle of my little instrument before I head for my abbreviation
Into the darkness I go
Out and into the conscious realm
In and out, in and out

Pictures on a landscape
The horizon of time
Every morning a new set
Like photos in a time line

Transcendence

The matrix has you

But what a tired analogy that has become

Sand back the crap and start a fresh
Every person has hidden things that reveal when the day has come

What will we discover about you?

Scribing 54 - Relevant Positivity

Recluse, male, 31, the beach is wonderful this morning
Frisbee, lost, white, 2 years
Grass, authoritarian garden, weeds, rebellion
Seagulls, vultures, gah gah 'gah'
Swish, swish, gentle ocean waves

Coffee, filled with sweet things
A lady gave me a pot of honey yesterday
Karri honey from Pemberton
That's where I went bush after selling everything ten years ago
And the Karri is my favourite tree
My exchange was piano in a public place
A romanian scale
And her familiarity

Green, green grass
Feeling optimistic
Sky, blue
Horizon, smog

Dots of coloured and lighted wonder scatter across the lighted sky

Frisbee, poor lonely frisbee
Who will play with you again?
Upside down, without a home
Where will you go from here?

Has your planned obsolescent time frame expired?

Maybe you'll be picked up again
And your cheap plastic renewed with fresh oils of lavender and myrrh
Maybe you'll see two more days in the sun before your saviour comes

But you're in such a public place
Someone is bound to pick you up

And play like you have been played once again
To be sailing through the air
In parks with laughing children
to be occasionally chomped by a dog that runs off with you and leaves you in the dirt

Is that how you got here this time?
The dog beach is just over there
How will we console you when you plastic is broken?
To what level will we offer our condolences and blessings?
Are you worth the funeral of a feeling living thing?

Are you feeling and living just because feeling living things use you and play with you?

The air is your sense
And sailing you will fly
The earth beneath you as a disc of green radiance
And you hovering just above and snatched in a warm quivering beige hand

Then tossed and again

Oh frisbee...

Scribing 53 - Antonyms for Change

Stasis, static, still, stopped
The kids have gone to school
They've finished their gelatine free yoghurt
The wriggling snake toy sits beside me mangled in a chaos

When it feels like this wave comes in ebbs and flows
Listening to the cockatoos screech and carry on in the morning
It's quite a feast for the ears
The sun has fallen down just low enough
The plants catch their rays

Off on a bus and two trains back from whence I came
Stability can really only be had in breath
We are mangled pieces washed ashore
Sitting around in stasis
Watching the sun rise and fall
Eating gluten free bread
and expensive things for the sake of feeling worth

The cockatoos have subsided
The crows are in town
Their reign now continues on for the next few hours
At least until the sun gets too hot

Each is king of a different time of day
Each aspect of humanity is the ruler of every aeon
In some cycles we suffere
In some we flourish

The ones we suffer are the ones we breath and focus on introspection and pause for relief
The ones we flourish, we flourish and hope to make a world in which all ages are equal
But shit, this addiction to the ups and downs through the ages
That's a hard drug to shake

We power ourselves in the down time
We express our power in the up time
We're locked in as long as we long for power

It's a locked control mechanism

Here comes the turning of the next cycle
The next aeon
We can switch reality channel and find another dimension
Something similar but different
But the ages are secure
The ages do not change

We wander to and fro searching for some sort of stasis
Our stasis is within
Our satisfaction can be self contained
Everything is here
We wander fruitlessly, aimlessly
But love prevails

One day we learn
This endless battle/love with the self
We feed each other
Or we don't eat at all.

Scribing 52 - A man on a giant leash

Where do we go from here?
We've climbed the highest mountain
We've done the most famous things
Now we are at a point
Again
of having to be ordinary

The girl, the one
That stirs up the confusion
Unaware of what she does
But answering the the beck of an entity in the shadows
The emotion to flow is its aim
It knows I can see
But by seeing I acknowledge
And then it is gone again

But I take on this energy
I take it into my body
And it takes days to process it
It can generate quite defensive behaviour
Because I don't have the time or the energy to do anything else

I go through a stage of not be heard
Not being listened
Because my energy is not within the communication
People need a carrot on a stick
Every word is a carrot
Without the carrot but with the action, there is no motivation to comprehend
So words that are said are left out of mind

The birds know source
The plants know source
The cars, even, know source
I sit and I have to process this energy that another has given me
Triggered by a word, an intention

This thing knows when defences are up
And it comes out when defences are down

The world of entity is an interesting place
Feeding on emotion
Guaging and creating a reaction
Keeping the wheels turning
Feeding, feeding, feeding

We the humans just do these triggers on ourselves and each other
While these things they feed
And between us, they get a feast

Then some believe the benefits out weigh the cost
But the entities don't make deals that aren't in their favor
They're not stupid
They're not anyone's slave

That's their right to choose
That's their choice

To think you have the upper hand
Or even that you have control
Is a sure definition of
Stupidity

How long will you fight these things
Until you die?

Then enter another dimension
One where they don't exist
And human behaviour is static

This is the most hated by them
Because they need your skeptical belief in them and their abilities to survive

This article of writing has created a doorway,
Play the game of hierarchies
Where everybody has a daemon
The abilities of the world piled on
Gathered life after life
Then retaught

There will always be a lesser and a greater in this world
This is why it must be discarded

The rulership of hierarchies has gone on for too long.

Scribing 51 - Emergency Mustaches

Kids at the table eating yoghurt
It's vanilla and not natural this is a happy thing for one of them
Remembering birthdays is a hard task
I make excuses as to why we don't need them because of my lack of rememberance

Yoghurt can't be hot
But yes it can,
If you heat it up
Ohhhh!

Talking subject of the table
The man drives the car into the driveway
The sun bleaches the wood veneer floor
We all have to do what we have to do

We don't have to do anything says the free mind
But what is free
And what is the true definition of mind
Keeping up appearances

To some capacity we all have to move
What about these people, or that people in that country
Is that moment here now?
What is real in this moment?

What is felt, what is here
The immediate environment
What can I control?
What should I only observe?

Have you finished your yoghurt?
Pomegranate is the new goo
When guns are made out of wrapped toilet rolls
For the sake of entertainment

Those poor toilet rolls
What can I do
What can be done?
How much control did I assume over my reality?
How much do I actually have?
How much do I pride myself in having on a day to day basis?

What is delusion?
What is real?

What is wanted?

Cardammon coffee.
I can put cardammon in my coffee or not
There that's control
I must keep breathing

I don't have a choice for that

I have a choice over whether I do it consciously or not.

Be-nay-nay

Scribing 50 - Heart Chakra Open Pain

I'm feeling pain in my heart
The world is open
I speak freely and openly
The world speaks reams of backness

Out of the works comes all the prepared treats
Everybody designing something else in the group mind for your favor
Look, look, look
We dare not admit we create it
We just devise, define, and speak and these spells
These magickal rituals we do with our friends of critical talk and cynical blend
They define the world around us, they define us

How far we go into our own rabbit holes and never come back to surface
Why can't I just get along with people without a change
Intellectual predators
We see, we look, we embrace
You take that energy for a time
But then they don't take it back
Or they do

But one bite creates another
Out of the many bites comes injury
And this pain is felt so deep
When the disbelievers bite so hard
Not realising that everything that they do is a creation of what they think

We are in constant control of our reality
Nothing is moving without our awareness

But the scientific world of 'proven' reality seeks to eradicate any trace of this knowledge

I open my heart again and again
And in come the vipers
When will I stop torturing myself
Thinking I can change a person

I get attacked.
And I pay for it
Who am I helping
What for?

What will be achieved by me actually helping them?
Will it be independence or dependence?

When the mind is seen for what it is and how it works
All will be clear
Until then, we'll have protectors of the prison realms
Conditioned from birth as your neighbours

Unconditional love and empathy
Feel the pain and walk through the fire
What choice do we have
Asking for a responsible response to the reality we create everything with the mind
Is asking for a life changing decision at times

The water from the tap tastes like epsom salts.

It happened again
Don't bother with that which does not serve you
Move on

Scribing 49 - Economic Machinery

Blur the lines between community and society
Not to lock down community with money
But to draw out the life within and give it a safe place to be
The system of money is the insanity

One cannot see what one is in, while they are in it
We must get outside and do that thing to see outside of where we are
And by doing this, discover what can be different
Our hearts and lives are in our own hands

How often we shine and are not appreciated
How often our words fall on the defences of deaf ears
So we take down these walls
And we get everybody in

And together we make the change
Into and beyond and better than anything that has ever been before
Because fear is not needed
Money is not needed
Conditioning is not needed
People can be trusted
And by trusting, we show we can be trusted
The world is what we put in
People are what we put in

We get out what we put in
There is no end to our potential
We are the dawning of the new era
We are the future and the first and the last
We are all that is, and all that ever is

This is the new doctrine
Free yourself
Rise with the flames and open doors to infinite temptation

We are one

Scribing 48 - Biodiversity

If you want to create enemies.
Stand out.
If you want to make no friends
Don't

Where is the compromise
Fuck compromise
Do what you want
Be what you can

Many people try to block the path
Envy can cause such great obstacles
But passion overrules envy
Most involved in their pursuit of power don't see that passion overrules power

When narcissism is seen as a disease
When the greater mass of people really see it
I suppose that's just what it is
We do what we can with what we have until we are dead

When you've done the offensive thing
You've soloed too much
The world will seem against you
But remember
There is nothing left but to keep on going
Don't put up your walls for the benefit of the vampires to keep you from gaining ground

Keep them down
Show them all that pain means nothing
That life is found in everything
We have no change in what we are but in how we behave

Stand still and know I am god
Everybody has their little piece of freedom tucked away within themselves
The rules are there to be broken
I'm not making any money off this
To assume that I am is, ha, a big joke.

I'm a big joke
And that's what's so funny about it.
We're all big jokes
We're all laughing mad

Yes, I did it for advertising
No I don't have an ego
You won't believe me right up until the very end
Because it will need blood to seal it true

Then all the house of cards will come tumbling down
The death of the man that stands tall is the saviour of the world

We get out of people what we put into them.
We get out of people what we put into them.

We all collectively create our reality
Everything is a closed circuit of cause and effect
We create with our emotions
We create with our fears

Did I sing too many political songs?
I'm terribly sorry
I'll sing less reality and more fluff for you in the future
You'll be dancing in no time
Because I know how to make people dance.

And you're a dancer.
The best of them all.

Scribing 47 - Blunt Knives

How to start to stop?
How to be real with what you have?
Every piece of the puzzle is there to be fit together
Every last emotional conduit sits ready to be joined in correctly

The sun rises from the gloom
The bright moon has been keeping guard all night
The cold air harasses the hands at they type
The door was left open last night
A crime?
No it was deliberate

When everyone else and the world is the blame
You are to blame
And who wants to face themselves
When the dragon has been fed to get so big

How many years have I been feeding this dragon?
Since I was 9
My first complete Saturnian cycle
And in this hidden world I fed a dragon
Something to be taken out on all in the future

And the life around me in my family
Fed the dragon
All was food for the dragon
The dragon incited more reasons to be fed
And the dragon got fed more

It's all one thing, I see it now
But how long it has been like this?
Twenty two years.

A self-defence mechanism

Twenty two years of dragon feeding
How big is a twenty two year old dragon?
Was it a baby since birth or was it an inter-dimensional traveler latching onto my need to feed something
Since nine

Nine and Twenty Two
Powerful numbers

An inter-dimensional traveler looking for fuel for his ship
Found through my essence a core to power on
And in this, I have acquired many interesting and unexplained talents
Because the share is almost as one being
The body is a portal and through this portal the world beyond can be seen

The physical is such a small place
The rest is so massive
Nothing can compare in our world to the enormity of the reality beyond the physical.

The physical universe is such a small part of the greater whole
And our physical lives are so insignificant in the grand scheme of things
If anything bigger takes interest in our affairs
It's more a case of delusion on our part, and the creation of it with our minds

Because the 'bigger-that-is-out-there' has no place here, no interest here, nothing can be harmed elsewhere if all goes to shit here
Everything here is a tiny expression of something so minimal
Some say we are a quarantined area
But this is also delusion

Delusions of self-importance

We are not important

And that's just it, we create our own universe, being such a speck in great grey sea
We create our own delusions, we physicalise them
We manifest everything we touch our minds to in time
All comes out in the eventuality of what is kept hidden
Nothing is secret

Time and physical and this dream world so to speak (another delusion but a convenient one to reference)
It's a nothing
We don't exist

We exist as much as we believe ourselves to exist
And if we were to disappear
Nothing would change

Significant
Individual
Unique
Powerful

Delusions.

To understand real reality outside of what is physical
Simply divulge self

Scribing 46 - Shift

Yes, the world is changing
No, running around with your head cut off won't do
Yes you are still alive
No, death isn't something to be feared

Dogs, neighbours, barking and politics
Why do people get dogs?
Love, company, for the children,
Protection, be like the Jones', as a motivation to do more exercise
To be more in touch with the animal kingdom

What is changing in this world?
People, people people
The minds are changing
The perception is changing
Fear as a system of control has been hyper-activated
Now the repercussions

The sun still rises
The clouds pass over slowly
The trees are green
Coffee is bitter

I've almost done all my jobs for this sitting
I've learned something rather basic
Nothing gets done while sitting around doing fuck all thinking about what needs to be done
And regardless of the mountain of work, it's all possible and it can all be done
One piece at a time

Here comes the sun
Isn't it beautiful
Piercing my eye

Cleaning windows is equal to keeping opportunities open
I like that one, it's certainly good motivation to keep windows clean
I've always had trouble with keeping them clean, up until now

Keep the world open and at your doorstep at all times
And the world it says, come on right in.

And then random long hairs grow in your eyebrows
And this makes sense how.

The night is dark and full of terrors
But the day, the day is coming and filled with love

Scribing 45 - Criss-crossing metal parts in a mechanism of life

The sounds of the cars, trucks and buses
Reverberate into the amphitheatre of a small cafe
At times I have visualised waves in the ocean coming and going
A gentle sea breeze fills the air and the sun pervades the shadowless atmosphere

I've got my bag of money
My little geetar and my hipster chai latte
Was it made with almond milk? Is it genuinely hipster?
Or is it just hipster-esque

This is a question that plagues my mind constantly

The excitement of a day fills my heart
Suddenly everything is positive and full of flavour
Like the stars have suddenly arranged themselves in a way,
favourable to my particular besodden frequency

We can all be happy together I tell them
Community can work
We just need to trust and let go
And share everything

Like we do now but with less reluctance, or insecurity
Ha, we australians have so much and share so little
Hard times are coming for all not just one or two
When they hit these shores the pain will be felt worst where those that have little have no conditionings for sharing

Sharing, sharing, sharing
So many live in each other's pockets
In poorer countries, in countries where there are shared afflictions like cold cold winters
In countries where depressions have been experienced a level of community still exists in the subconscious

A knowing, a loving, a 'we can work it out together' because 'we're in it together' and 'exile and threat of death' just is not practical for the procurement of a happy loving community where we are all happy

I know it sounds like soppy bullshit
But it's true
It's real
And the idea that we have succumbed to 'the bad', 'the dark', that we are 'afflicted' that we are somehow 'individuals' and 'unique'
Are conditions we have placed on our behaviour because we have the luxury to do so
in a well oiled money run society that we have not had to scrape away at the bottom of the barrel for our living

So, yes, it is my opinion and prediction, for a large part, Australians will have it hard later on
There will be accountability for our inabiility to share our abundance

And if the government is making decisions for us on our behalf that we have no control over
An elitist group of politicians sucking off the life energy force of the people
Then we need to make this democracy, not just a namesake but a reality
As the people, we move as one and defeat ignorance first

Then move forward and create a framework for people living on the same land that serves all the people living on it.

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There are certainly times when life is meaningless
That the absurd is king

This is a defence mechanism by myself to protect against the insanity of society
I can't change everything
But I can change
What I can change

And if I do what I can do
Then as I go, others may do the same

I start splashing and in time the whole pond will be raging in waves

Scribing 44 - The man with the giant hat

Watching the ether wobble
The certainty of reality is not so certain
The feeling in my body
Like a glazed spreading warmth

Not quite here
Somewhere else maybe
Need someone close to bring me down
To grab the string attached the ballon and tie me to a tree again

How I hate being dependent on other people
How much pain I've caused myself through isolation
We are inter-dependent but there are certain things we must do alone
Little pieces of identity I rediscover every now and then
Useful for a time and then I throw them away

Sometimes they return to me and I wear them for a while
Then I throw them away again
The clothing I wear and the shirts I retain through all of my wanderings is just one obvious physical example

The scarf, from a girl who didn't want me for a french ex-lover who was returning to town in Maidstone
The jumper I was given from a friend which is black, woolen (natural fibre) and long sleeves
Fitting all my criteria, from a bag of donated clothes to a squat/ community centre which was
largely dysfunctional, but I retain this piece of cloth for a time
The jacket from an army surplus store in Angers in France, I got it preparing for the snow in Ireland
But snow never came.
These black jeans from some op-shop somewhere, someone else's story attached
Socks given by a person I don't want to speak to at this time, due to a clash which has left a bitterness
And no undies to commemorate my hippiedom and my rights to the realm of free thinking
A punkish, poppy hair do, which I gave myself in Belfast which is slowly growing out and each day I look a bit more hippy

The teeth which are much harder to change than clothes or hair, chipped at the front from falling on a spinning play thing in a playground when I was little and then again from swimming into a wall, and the stains that cover the teeth which are a residue of the capping that was put on but the stains have got in underneath...
These too are pieces of identity that can be thrown away at the click of a button.
Teeth whitening and a good mouth job should do the trick

Identity is erroneous in a world of purpose
We propose to do something but we get in the way
Little pieces of somethings that nicker at the soul.

But then again, a memory is just a memory,
Character if not this, would be something else, and how is that different?
Cloth is just cloth
And tooth enamel is just tooth enamel in whatever colour or form it takes

This importance on identity we place
Is the value put on something that will never last

A purpose lasts longer
The moment lasts forever

If I commit to something outside of this body
That I will do regardless of vessel
Then that I will do
And whatever identity or pieces of self I put on for a while
Are only ever, can only ever be temporary

This clinging to identity is an endeavor to make the self into an eternal inanimate ornament sitting on the wall of time, trapped in a single shell

What a gloomy doom that would be

So why can't we tolerate change of identity midway through life in society?

Without a box to put you in
The misunderstood can not be understood
And this is a key ingredient for fear

We must let go of everything we have ever known to move forward
We must divulge or take on whatever aspect of character necessary to achieve our purpose
This is all there is

Scribing 43 - Dreamings of a lonely man

What is here
What is in this moment?

The birds, cockatoos I think
A whole flock of them, screeching and carrying on in bits and pieces
The wind, it flows the ocean of cloud above, the clouds move at such a pace
Where as if the same perceptual speed was mimicked by a person that was close
It would be creepy

Thus the clouds creep

The trees beckon the morning
A well tended garden of a friend, a sanctuary, filled with self
A place to be away when it all gets too much
They all just want to have fun
Have fun, eat, drink, die

This seems to be it
Is anyone really any better off for having a better head start in this system of money
The bamboo is looking a bit drab
What's caused this malfunction

The seats sit beside me, barstools around a high table as though they are expecting someone
Or as though they are people themselves, independent of people to sit on them
Thus self aware seats
They sit in a corner, possibly never to be sat on but they look conscious to me

I dreamed of the most wondeful sexual fantasy
And I'm starting to believe maybe I'm possessed
I had a cult leader tell me thiis once
I wasn't sure then if it was information meant to pry me to his purposes
As I am not sure now,
But this man is dead
There is no more purpose to pry towards, self interest can no longer be the key motivator
If the man is dead

How long will we be around for
...

The light changes outside
The clouds with a different glow have found their way in front of the sun
It will change again very soon
I love this tumultuous weather
It suits my temperament, helps me to think straight

There is no need for your defences here next to the River dear prince
The river is a place of community and sharing
The wind hurls the small loose branches of a weeping peppermint back and forth like the hair of a rag doll

Letting the flow come
Letting the flow go
Letting the flow enter the soul
Everyone is within
Everyone is without

Nothing is holy
Nothing is right
Everything is one thing

And then the rain it pours.
Each droplet like a lake
And then it stops.
Then the sun comes,
then the morning is heralded for a brief moment
Then the weather proceeds with its tumult.

Then the wind roars and claims ownership of the realm of sound
Yes, the wind is king
Because with it, we can hear no more

All hail the wind,
All hail the king

I love tumultuous weather
I love to observe the ebbs and the flows.