Scribing 28 - Without change there would be nothing worth living for

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.

Scribing 27 - The Jokes on You

Everything sits and hums
The food cooler, it hums
The coffee maker, it sounds a constant noise
The cars drone past

Every space is a sum total of the resonant frequencies
The atom a frequency
The sounds frequency
The light frequency

Up and down, on and off
Buzz buzz buzz
Gonna give myself a buzz cut
Need to get rid of some hair

Too much hair makes me look hairy
The perception machine is specific
The public have very definite boxes to put me in
Depending on the choice of hair style

The choice of buzz cut even
The choice of length I leave rights at the end
The choice of facial hair
Kempt or unkempt

Smile and power forward
Rewrite the conditionings
Reprogram programming
Recognize the unconsciousness of the mass

And just work with it
Follow the rules
to human behaviour in large groups
There are rules, unconscious direction, constant rules

What is appropriate then
The latest hairstyle by the latest hip hop bomper?
Pop pop pop stars
Popping then they're dead, used up, like empty bullet casings
lifeless shells of dead dead corpses

We all want an easy life

Strive to be the grey man
The unnoticed piece
Then be common in everything that you do
And get away with most
No outstanding characteristics
Just plain, plain enough to be invisible to the unconscious group

Language is adequate
But we aren't all on the same page
Why was oneness ever separated from itself
Why did we ever deem it necessary to separate like this?

Kinder surprise
Your own personal interdimensional TV stardom (or equivalent)
All the 5th'ers are watching your every move
Hoping for some form of unpredicted entertainment

Will he do what has never been done before?
Will he break free of the chains of his conditioning and fly free in the face of the fear of death?

Most think not.
Most know not.

But most know, there is always a single possibility

So most hope

But most also are hopeless
Because they have lost so much time and energy in the 'hope' of something different

It is inevitable that change will come
Because a single possibility must be played out at some point in time

So the timed reality goes on
Until the expected does the unexpected
And no one knows what that will be

Until it is done

The jokes on you dear 3D scum.

The high class of interdimension
has been using you as entertainment for aeons.

Every move is monitored
Every step is chained to routine
The familiar conditions on your behaviour and survival you've known all your time

Get the popcorn. Let's drink to more of the same.

Gander specific.
Lots of love.
Everyone dies in the end
Life begins at death

Sanity has a place
But the group definition of sanity
is demeaning

Every insane persona has a truth stuck deep down within
In a precious hidden treasure box
Dark cave
Guarded by a fiery dragon

Who can be trusted with this truth?

How many live a double life
Knowing they are 'insane'
But choose deliberately to impose a 'sane' personality for the sake of social smoothness get-a-long

When can we all be 'insane' together
And not be told we are wrong or judged

The group mind is a dangerous thing
When the danger comes from without
The group mind searches for meaning
And it generally rediscovers something old and familiar

Because robots don't do anything other than what they have been told
Robots are programmed and deep unconscious programming that bubbles to the surface
Posing as spontaneity
IS STILL PROGRAMMING

Excuse the yelling.
Just a point worth shouting into the heavens I thought.
This elaborate soul machine
Visions in the night that give inventors inspiration

Nothing is new.

Everything is bought
Nothing is free
All has an exchange
Energy is a form of currency

The deepest level of the web is oneness
Everyone knows this
Everyone has this innate understanding of it
But we are afraid of it

Because we don't wish to return to it
Separation from oneness has been heralded as the answer to boredom
How can what is one with itself be bored with itself if it is not observing itself separately?
Well, in truth, separation began at the inception of boredom

Who told oneness to be bored?

But what if oneness is a seed of yet another all encompassing dimension?

Something our oneness based minds cannot fathom.
Oneness then is thought
it is mind
It is word
It is space/time

Outside, over, beyond, within and as, through and through, between the between the between the between and all encompassing yet not homogeneous, we have the mother of oneness

Let's call it

Seed

Repetition is the master of learning says the correct sales pitcher
Seeds are repetitions of a single universe in a little package ready to go

Each is a oneness
The tree that begets oneness is...

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Oneness seed begeter will get back to you as soon as you give up your 3D identity which encases you in a crystal matrix, restricting you from accessing transcendental information

One says its all your choice
Two says its all been decided already
Three says everything is unpredictable and changing and yet probabalistic
Four says, get off your high horse and start begging for truth
The tree cannot be demanded its truth

The service to the tree is all that is left.

One cannot think beyond the tree until the tree is known.

Know your tree.

Scribing 26 - Sunshine Emergency

Out comes the sun to say hello
Amidst a white haze
The works on the road blare on
Unwanted theta waves to wake my sleep

Frying some sweet potato
Making an omelete
You can't make an omelette
Without breaking those eggs

So much brutality trained into society
Through television, media, socially acceptable levels of fake visible violence
The sinus issues I've been having
Every website says a different thing

Nose for knowledge?
Repression? Anger?
Lack of self acceptance?
Or self love?

I just heal the damn thing
This muck is getting old
Not until I'm really switched on
Can I discipline myself to change

My love leads me in this direction
My love leads me in that direction
My love is an addiction to a heightened level of essence
My love is the thing I had once before but deny it to me now

Is it really that close to bang time
The end of all worlds
The compaction point
A time when choice cannot be choosing?

Peace, peace, and then sudden destruction
Nothing is as it seems
Even reading between the lines
I can only interpret strains of paranoid belief

So I sit, and breath
Occasionally, remember to breathe at least
Because every other avenue is a delusion
And I'm willing to find that out now

The times when you don't feel like it
Are the times when you need it most
The moral mind buts in,
Just because it feels good, does not mean it is good for you

How much of our lives is based on chasing good feelings?
Almost every aspect
Principle maintained is truly virtuous
Discipline is truly the science of consciousness

Nothing is left
Only love
And if the self cannot be loved
Then how can the expectation be to love others

This experiment, of feeling
Must be put to an end
Things are getting serious
It's time to stop playing and get serious

Scribing 25 - Dreaming of a perfect reunion

The electrical brain boots up for the first time of the morning
The light streams in the window
A hedge cutter can be heard in the distance
Someone is making something pretty

The mad mind demands an audience
The mad hatter deep within
Seated on a throne of intelligence
Using it like a crippled fool

The wonderful drawn out tones of a violin
The emotion it pulls
Its lengths of chasm so resplendent
In their repetitive glory

The deep dark depths are feared
But I have known its path
I see an end and it's only chaos
Chaos is nothing to be feared

Tangible mess
Every little piece with a secret intent inside
All matter devolving, revolving outward from itself
In hope of a more solid form

Consciousness a trickle to our alarm
The beat goes off blaring
Raelian alien wanderers seek a sex party of sorts
Entertain the cultists with cheese and bread

Satisfied desire, lost inside a dark hole
We all still go on in searching
Then when we get too close we cower in fear
No one wants to be left alone in the dark and the cold

The heart is the home
The warmth comes from within
The light is the mind
The truth is the wind

Honesty is not always something we want, or need
But to those that seek it in copious measure
Are given talents the earth has envy
Your heart is mine, and my heart is yours

We are one, but equal
Do not forget equality
Do not forget equality

Oneness is had in the dark
In pain

Equality is had in as dank a place also

But together we make light.
Together we find a way
For the blind not to be blind
So the fear can be lead out of us

Our hearts, we hope in such admiration of the night, are pure
The night is dark and full of terrors
Programming for the masses
Such a grand plan over

The last frontier of life
Of dimensional interference
To continue without awareness of what we are
To forget everything we ever knew so we can start again

Forget, learn to forget
Let it go, let the old knowledge go
New age, new time, another chance
Remember one thing though,
What were you doing before you decided to play this game of ages?

Do that.

Scribing 24 - Unknown to Known

The darkness produces light
Given enough of a timeline
A dark void over time
Has potential to produce light

Out of every dark specter
Comes a nickel of truth
The light we all subsist upon
Good and bad, batter or sinner

No one is immune from the need for light
All that we know is a product of light
All intentions, all wars, all kingdoms
Are founded on light

Every side needs light
The white light system
Is it like a federal reserve bank?
Funding both sides
Reaping the benefits of ultimately owning everything

Then we ask, or could ask
Is there an alternative?
An alternative to light?
Something that isn't the darkness again

On a long enough timeline does the darkness create something that is not light
And not darkness
But completely different
Then the law of twos would be the law of threes

Light, dark and something else
Something the light dares not speak
It's domination over everything threatened
Dark has the monopoly then and not light
Because darkness produce both the light and the something else

So each to their own kingdoms to which they are only aware
But the darkness sees everything
And not just fake darkness that is still dependent on light
But real darkness

Chaos is the god we worship and nothing else.

Then the question for the hopeful remains
Over a long enough timeline of the reign of light
Will something emerge that is not dependent on light or dark or something else
Something hopeful
Ever so hopeful

In a chaos ruled universe
And chaos doesn't need to rule, at that
The hopeful go on being hopeful
And the realistic experiment with the different forms of darkness

The ritualistic experiment with shades of grey that can't be seen as an absence of light
or dark

Scribing 23 - The silent creeping sound of moving on

Tap. Tap. Tap.
The floor rattles and vibrates
The coffee machine hisses
The radiator makes a click

Cars wander by, which
through the convoluted air pathway to get to my ears
the sound makes like ocean waves
A nice way to green wash road traffic

Again I arise
Early enough to see the dew
I've given up on whinging to myself of how little sleep I got
Sometimes I think clearer with less sleep

Goose bumps trickle up my arms
And the cold grabs my fingers
I rub my hands together to feel exactly how much warmth remains

Routine is the product of principle
Principle is something unnatural to the human I believe
It takes conscious effort to maintain
We retain discipline when it is held

Values, valor, past regrets
The edge of the darkness in the back of the head
Creeps in for a visit
Hi, it says, remember me? I'm still here

Sitting in the formless void
Amidst this fleshy fat
The me sits in the squiggle of tissue
That is a brain
And breathes

Bitter coffee
Slightly sweet
Not much sleep last night
Woe, poor darling

Today my mission involves
Traveling into the local town
Playing music to the sky
Earning a small amount of money for doing so

Then buying a few things

Today my list
Butter
Bread
Eggs
Cheese
Coffee
Possibly some vegetables of some description
Anything else I need to be mindful of?

The sun has peeked out its head for a moment
How I miss the sun
I love the winter cycles
I think they are appropriate for my disposition

A period of reclusivity
And a period of play

We get what we pay for
Even if we get a lot of love for very cheap

The payment of forms is always balanced
Unconditional love, creates chaos
Innocence breeds on chaos

We need chaos

Scribing 22 - The obvious things in front of me

The focus of the moment
Drawn into introspection
But the sun shines for a short moment
Between the clouds on a winter's day

A monday for normal people
A working day, the first of 5
The amount of energy enticed to
Do something most abhor

Focus on the positive says the sales positive speaker
Focus on reality, focus on honesty, says the me
Be real, if you don't like something
Don't do it

But I have kids,
I have this wife
I have these commitments
I must do what I am told or never get what I want

What a strange way of looking at things
Really.

Put everyone on the streets
Equal, learning from each other
No money, just working together
It would all work and we would quickly find a way

But only if we all do it together, at once in one moment

Unlikely, but possible

The cloud of sleeplessness demands attention
The light pours in through the blinds
The aloe vera looks happy today
All 8 or so of them, sitting on the sill

Willing to go it alone when and if necessary
How quickly we throw out the trash
Things we are finished with
Off they go.

Recognizing people as recurrent eternities
And not disposable trash
Could be a good start

Many dream of the lives they'd be living
If only this or that

But satisfaction is within every moment
The more we perceive we have changed
The greater the deception
Nothing changes ever

But everything is always changing ever
Ever be the real that seeks to destroy
Ever between within and as everything

Change is the illusion

Stasis is the key
Just accept everything as it is
Then watch it change
Nothing changes from not changing

A constantly changeless changing state

Blow the horn again
The mud has found a way into the hole, again
So many dreams inside
So much bullshit to divulge

Will you stop trying to change and just be still?