Scribing 21 - Au Bout du Monde

The man walks sullenly up the hill
Hoping for a change of heart
To come frivolously climbing
Like a pestering vine
From his balls to his brain

Sadly,
I don't know
How many people will go
To the ends necessary

We're all in the same boat here

In the end
It doesn't matter
End of will
End of an age

People flying
Like pink pigs
Crying
Death so close, but no one knows
How to die

Could this be any more morbid?

Sadly, the jaded man
Knew all the truth

Walk with me and  listen, he says
The shit-stirrer walks among us
Wishing to stir some shit

We all have shit to stir
The stirrer knows how and will

Suck it up
Little boy
Be a man
Withhold those tears

Watching death, so repetetively
on the tv screen
Shows me morbid fantasies of another realm

I like them, he says
I abhor them, I says
I am split, I knows,
He knows

Sands in the hour glass
So are the days of our lies

Scribing 20 - In this name we trust

Catastrophe of biblical proportions
Who would know
The little mole bopping his head out for a peek

Another slice of cheese please
Cheese got me out of bed this morning
Coffee normally does it but cheese definitely this morning

Why is the group so obsessed with a saviour
What condition on survival has been placed on us
Through our education
That we all need constant saving

A world created by ideas
Ideas repeated until they become reality
Perception folds reality around conditioning
Conditioning protects us from seeing anything else

Protection
Protection from what
Another conditioning
We need protecting

Fear, fear is another conditioning
We need fear to be protected
Without something to fear there would be no need for protection
Even so remove the dark entity lurking underneath the bed
And if fear still remains

Well fear on its own will create what it fears through projection

Unless we know our reality as something we've known before
We fear it
Familiarity is always attached to an ideal of painlessness

But when what is familiar causes pain
And cycles repeat in order to repeat that pain
Just because it is familiar
There is definitely a problem with this picture

Focus on happy thoughts.
Fluffy white clouds on chariots of sugary cake will rescue you
Never fear, your ideal saviour has come
It is here for you
Your fantasy from fear

A need for being saved by fearing a fantasy which creates a fantasy

What a mind fuck.

Scribing 19 - Pandemonium

Little me, lost in a little game
This is the essence!
This is the meaning!
The meaning is a dream and I must take it and have it to its fullest extent, now!

Ok, it's over
Or alternatively an old enemy looks over my shoulder and mocks
"This isn't meaning"
"This isn't essence"
"You're a fool"

Wanting to prove the man wrong just because of what he is
I go on a 20 year time loop trip around the galaxy and back looking for reasons of why I am correct
Not completely certain of the veracity of my truth
I come back, old and wise
I didn't find what I was looking for
Because I in my ignorance could not see in the beginning that this was not real
I was so sure of my spite that I ran with it

But a fool further I would be to ignore what I learned on the way
The false path taught me many things
And now here I am
Back at the beginning again
Clear as crystal everything seems

As long as I stay out of emotional reaction

This power, this energy, deep inside
So many have told me not to use it
Or tempted me to utilise its frequency
"What if you could use that energy?" Said an Aikido teacher, staring directly in the direction of my belly.
"What if you never used your power?" Said a wise cult leader now dead, hailing from southern Africa.

Life has been repetitions of this, over and over
Teachers I find within people for short spurts
Like an entity takes over their willing body dedicated to service
For but a short time
Just to say a sentence and then back inside themselves again this thing goes,
This thing that does not speak because it doesn't need to
Except in times of absolute necessity

The moral of the story is,
Trust yourself
Stop listening to everyone's opinion on a life that you have the highest authority over
Why?
Because you are the being living this life, not they

So look up,
Keep breathing
Keep writing
Keep reading
Keep musicking
Love yourself
The world is full of possibility

Move

Scribing 18 - 19,000 Pounds

If everyone was worth their weight in gold
Maybe then the gold standard would be true
We love who we are when we have worth
We cope when we are without

If multiple lives are true then this one is for waiting
A life of waiting
A life of sitting it out
Hoping for some change that isn't artificial

Hoping that every move I make is not as a pawn I was designed to become

Hope is all we've got

Some of the greatest teachers are quite adamant that hope is well....
Hopeless

Belief is untrue
And reality is real

Without who are are as the actuality of being
Nothing exists

This smoke we throw around
False thoughts and false beliefs and systems of 'get-up-an'-go'
So much pit to fall through
A black nothing beneath

Nothing to stop the fall but the self
And the self cannot be guaranteed
One must first conceptualise a ledge a reference from which one is falling
When one has done this, one must notice the speed of the descent

Then one must make something to slow the fall,
then one must grab hold of the ledge and make that infinite climb upwards
Perilous to most
And even this level of achievement seems out of reach

We create our own fall
We repeat patterns of the past, eternally set in
When do we stop being what we are
When do we do something that is different

So much false reality to sift through
So many entities offering this prize or that

Something we have, they want
And it won't be spoken
So play the entity
Be the devil for a while

Try to discover what is desirable within the self
That the overseers want so much
As a battery for their opportunities

An infinite universe
Based on a psycho-reality game
For the purpose of enslaving life

To lock us into 'freedom'
So that we choose not to dominate what we cannot see
Because we cannot see what is valuable in this equation
And so we choose to stop seeing

And we see instead.

Scribing 17 - Opposites Attract

Belief locks us into dreams
Belief creates dogmas
Information is not stored in the brain
Maybe in the muscles, maybe in the cells on a quantum level
But not in the brain locally and specifically

We live in fields
Fields of dreams
Flowers beyond what the eyes can see
Limitless oceans of negative light
Bended one upon the other
Eternally

Nothing is without
All it within
And here it is for the picking

Scribing 16 - The end of innocence

As if it had a place to begin with
The saving of innocence
The culturing
The protection
The preservation
The maintenance

Keeping it what it is without change
Because it's what we all require
Even the Gods that need a blood sacrifice every now and then to keep them on the rhythm
They need innocence too

If everything were known
And nothing was kept secret
Innocence would not exist

The money system of our fathers
The deplorable depths we deep to
Look at what we've become
We don't parade the pain in front of our faces

This wouldn't be suitable for royalty

In ignorance
We fight for 'free rights'
And love and all that stuff

Not seeing what we have done by our participation
We were not given a choice we say
Were we not?

Somewhere along the line
We chose this
Either tacitly or willfully
It was chosen

And the mechanism that we exist within required blood
The currency of the spirit world is blood

It has never changed, It has always been this way
Just it has never been this dishonest
So detached from the crimes our system creates

As each belief system bows to a separate god
A separate blood dependent whore

Each one is like this and no different

How do we change?
How does change exist?

It doesn't unless you want to pull apart the physical
Because the Gods hold together this world
And the blood feeds the gods

Take away all the blood and make innocence the only thing that exists
And you cause the collapse of the 'real world'

Who wants to die?

Scribing 15 - Reincarnation

All death
One death
All life
One life

Every mis-take
Every lesson
One lesson, one reality
One discourse with the God
One selective vision

The man from the big deep hole that sucks
Comes out and tempts with firey delights
I am this man
I am God
I am everthing

And in this
There is no ego
Because nothing else exists
And ego requires a comparison

So you wanted to be God
You wanted to see what it was like
Are you ready to take responsibility of God's mistakes?
Are you ready to learn the lessons God learns?
Are you capable?

Have you bitten off more than you can chew?
How many times have you tried to pursue this course?
How long will you do this until you stop trying to be what you are not?
How can change exist when free will is an illusion?

How many people live within this paradox of time and space?
Are we all like this?

Changing the picture
Change the channel
Here's a different time line
Here's a different enemy
Here's a different friend and advisor
Here's a different life
Here's a different struggle
Here's a different world for you to explore and inhabit

But is it really so different from the last
And if it is not, then what is the point

There is no point, stop looking for a point
Just point to the journey and live the path as one with time
Tied into all moments of everything as one
Unified as a concert of expression
Nothing is left without
All is inclusive

Package for the man deciding to be God
Can't throw away your purchase now
Everything has been set in motion

Apparently there is no escape from fate
And what do we want from fate?
We want a reason to live forever because everything here, thus far
Has failed this one thing

If just a reason existed, then it would exist
Because desire is reality manifest instantly
Time is the illusion
But finding that reason
Outside of self-interest
Isn't something that can be found
It is either existent or not
And if it doesn't exist
Stop searching

Because everything is already here as one
And the act of searching is the acknowledgement reality isn't what it is
And that's just not possible

So stop searching and if you haven't got it now
Stop breathing
I suppose that's it

You want it?
It's all here right now, in one moment, ever present

This was a good shit, I should write while I'm on the toilet more often...