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RISE!


Image from the Book of Kells, a 1200 year old ...

Image from the Book of Kells, a 1200 year old book. Category:Illuminated manuscript images (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

RISE!

your chains
have been forged in complacency and distraction

don’t believe
what comes of the Tube
packaged by your friendly “neighborhood” multinational

you’re better off reading the Bible
and thumping it soundly
than feeding off the pap of TV

but there are many Voices,
many speaking of the Times,

and it may cause you discomfort
it may challenge your beliefs

but YOU will AWAKEN from the Dream —
more a Nightmare of self-Destruction
and Realize

what beliefs You decide to hold
should mold your Future

and not some pre-packaged, vaccinated, fluoridated, validated
presupposition of Existence

YOU are organisms
and subject to the Rhythms of this Sphere, Earth
and your Instinct, Spirit knows

this is a Grand Con

 

etch each sketch upon the shifting sands


The Etch A Sketch Animator

The Etch A Sketch Animator (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

dreams
and
a sequence relived daily

which are dreams?
which is real?

perhaps the Universe is decidedly
D-I-S-C-O-N-T-I-G-U-O-U-S

contiguity
continuity
an apprehension of a Finite —

Damn it!
something
a Somethingness
persists

throughout my fluid runs
in and out of conscious thought

some call it Essence

— not remembering a Time when
You were not —

Beginningless

early Memories mixed with the
Infant’s Mute Metaphysics

and i have grown wise
i leave no more teeth under my pillow —

i have blocked out the Meadow in my mind
and replaced it with an Architecture
representing my impressions of it

and you read these words
so

Who are you?

Have you lost your way as I have?

I cannot lead you back
we must etch each sketch upon the shifting sands
of our Prejudices

 

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fragment of a hallucination


English: 50s Style Movie Thearter

English: 50s Style Movie Thearter (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

From an old blog post:

21 November 2007

In the summer of 2004, I was living in a boarding house on the West side of Phoenix and getting my medication for my Schizoaffective Disorder from the State of Arizona.  I was taking Zyprexa at the time and managing okay but for some reason my doctor decided to switch me to Abilify and step me down off the Zyprexa.

When I went to my pharmacy to fill the lower dosage of Zyprexa, my insurance refused to pay for the stepped down prescription and I had only the Abilify to rely on which would take weeks to get into my system.  In effect, I went cold turkey on my Anti-Psychotic medication and within a few days I went into several days of full-blown hallucinations.  I will share with you the beginning period of this 4 day Odyssey.

I was sitting on the edge of my mattress when all of a sudden I found myself in a hallucination where I was visiting a movie theater in the middle of the night on a planet orbiting a star several light years from our sun.  I could vaguely remember driving there in my beat up Dodge Intrepid, a journey on some transgalactic highway that took me some 7.5 billion years.

When I arrived at the movie theater, the place was empty except for two young children who were managing the place, a brother and sister, who looked to be somewhere between 9 and 12 years old.  I asked them what they were doing working at a theater on a school night and demanded to speak to their mother.  They hurried off and in a couple minutes a plumpish brunette woman came out and greeted me and asked me what I wanted.

I explained to her that I had just arrived there from another planet and hadn’t had a sip of water in 7.5 billion years and she directed me towards the drinking fountain.  I didn’t scold her for having her kids working the movie theater as I didn’t know what the customs were on this planet.  Maybe the children were homeschooled or had lessons downloaded directly into their brains?  I went to the drinking fountain and eagerly sipped the water for several minutes.  I could feel it filling every cell in my body.

When I was done, I asked the mother if I could rest in the movie theater and possibly see a movie and she directed me toward a turnstile.  I punched in a code and walked through when another turnstile popped up and locked around my hips.  The mother was standing directly in front of me.  She pressed some buttons and I could feel the sperm being drained from my testicles, which was quite unexpected though not entirely unpleasant.  Tricky planet, I thought.

I punched a few buttons of my own on the turnstile and the mother found herself in a hiplock of her own, although I really didn’t care to take any egg samples from her, I just wanted to show her I knew what was what.  She punched a couple more buttons and released me and I walked toward the area of the theaters.  I didn’t really look around to see what movies were playing, nor did I care.  I just wanted to rest.

As I went to enter the theater area, a console popped up and asked me to log in.  I logged in with my nickname at the time, The Original Trickster.  That’s when all hell broke loose.  What appeared to be between 50 or 60 Jedi warriors came streaming out of the theaters in full battle garb and began to draw their light sabers.  I had no weapon but my mind.  The Jedi looked at me and started to do something very curious.  Rather than face me in battle, they began to take their light sabers and try to cut their own heads off.

But they weren’t able to because I was controlling all their actions with my mind.  I spoke to them.  I said, “Put down your weapons and I won’t kill you!” but still they kept trying to cut their own heads off.  I was still controlling their light sabers so I said, “Let me put down your weapons and I won’t kill you!”  Upon uttering these words, the entire troupe of Jedi warriors simply disappeared.  I was left in the movie theater with the mother and a small assembly of curious onlookers who had come out of the movies they had been watching.

I spent quite a bit more time in this movie theater during my hallucination but I will save that.

perhaps


Oil Tanker Bertina

Oil Tanker Bertina (Photo credit: kenjonbro)

 

I dreamt
only
(perhaps it wasn’t a dream)

wasn’t a dream at all
walking

across wasteland
looking down
eyes looking down

nothing forward
nothing passed

and there
in the middle of orange scrub
bumped into an oil tanker

or perhaps
i was a garden slug
encountering my house

perhaps

 

how i screwed up level 4


no poetry today…  today i talk about matrix boards.

in 2011 i commenced to build my first level 4 matrix panel.  i was living in the hills around San Francisco and the idea of making level 4 a covenant board was floating around in my head. 

i thought i had created a good design and actually made two more level 4 matrix panels for some friends.  the problem was i had put a superiority complex on the matrix along with a free range chaos zone.  big mistake.

my girlfriend and i were attacked with microwaves and she ended up in the hospital and the neighbor put me on a plane back to Ohio.  i don’t know if you’ve ever been subjected to microwave radiation but it’s horrible. 

i am trying to correct the design flaw through construction of a stable level 5 matrix panel and am making good progress but seeing as my original level 4 matrix panel was discarded by my girlfriend, i think i’m going to have to go back and build a better level 4 covenant matrix panel.

fortunately, the level 3 matrix panel is stable and safely tucked in my basement.  i just received a homunculus to put on one of my matrix panels and i think i’ll put it somewhere on the level 3 panel for safekeeping.

now the instructions for building a matrix board have also been discarded so i will have to write an updated instruction manual with my findings on potential problems with superioroity complexes.

stay tuned for further details and read some of my other posts for poetry from my book “Space Christals” available now on Amazon.

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