ST12 ... What will it take to wake me up?

humpty dumpty is not really real, is he?

It is clear that there is little clarity for what humanity is going thru at the moment accept for this. The Verlin Wall is not a wall at all and humpty dumpty is not really real? Though, the kings and horses and men are….and other stuff too.

What will it take to wake me up? I have been sleeping half my life, trying to be something i’m not, yet. What is the purpose in finding all these jewels, what would i do with them anyways? Who is going to be there at the end? Does any real meaning matter in the realness of it all? Does anyone really care about it all, is it even possible? Everybody has an angle. No matter how detailed one discovers things, there is always an infinite more to be noticed, endless……….stop the search, sing songs that never end until the ultimate final chorus. There is no other purpose here, search till you're blind, stop any attempt to convert anyone or anything with your broken answers….surrender to the question? Wake up us. Be comfortable with not knowing…..work the soil, be true to the land, kiss the earth and embrace that elusive feeling misrepresented as love……just fall into the shadows and cry awhile, get yourself beaten with a taste of freedom and let truth emanate.

Over indulgence in money cripples the gentle, turns the meek into snobs, owns the rulers, the control seeps into everything until the world is so messed up you can't breathe…….but that’s ok, the best news is there isn't any, you have to make it up, but it's there and it's free…..it wants you.

beauty in the midst of it all

To some extent, everybody is controlled, manipulated, bent to believe they are free, free thinkers, free to dream whatever they want.. The naked inhabitants on this earth find it so difficult to see how the source of their information itself is twisted so well that you believe it, project it, demand it……false truth woven so well into the mind; the media, producers and distributors, NBC’s, Harvard’s World Institutions, Praised Authority - all are under a chain of command. Todays news is propaganda veiled in factual information. Difficult to decipher, what is true, what is false and all the mixed-media-blends to steer you where they want you to lean. There is a way out, there must be, ‘said the joker to the thief’.

I no sooner woke up and the electromagnetic nano particle wave emitter system took me down, many of us. From the new satelite to nano particle grid system they got every inch of the earth covered, they can raise your blood pressure, tear your cells, heat you up and cool you down, trigger disease. They were build and installed while we were sleeping, dreaming on the front porch within their latest news but it's all good, we got god on our side, or truth or cheese cake to kill for, something like that...by FeatherWeight Conspiracies

Ultimately, we need to build a better bullshit barometer and admit that we have been and can be fooled. Humanity depends on it, in fact the whole living earth does. Possibly all civilizations come and go thru similar doors of rise and fall, honour deception persecution. We live in this.

winds of reality, difficult to pin down but clear as the obvious

‘Time for this mind to move out from under this thick suffocating rug. I am leaving these thoughts and theories to the new reporters, writers of detail and data well researched for the analytic minds that depend on facts, scientific and philosophical and other. My mind moves more within the winds of reality, difficult to pin down, clear as the obvious but difficult to express with data and punctuation. A form of a revelation for me. No more. My writing will continue with the only form i know that can attempt to express the inexpressible, poetics. They come from nowhere and go nowhere but fill you with a soft reward, like a bang on the head or an embrace to the core.’

The day lays gray and somber, but my mind is cool and gentle. I have no need to convince anyone of anything. I simply walk into these terrains as they appear, little attachment. I know very little and i have no need to be anything. I’m the king of my road, i can find me in my mind, most of the time.

on bent knees in the city streets, lost with dignity

I see a cowboy at the end of the hall, sipping his coffee with his big black hat and western smile talking low and soft to his wife. I have seen them here before, a gentle folk, calm and easy moving. A man with a strange hat with purple large felt ears emanating, sticking out as if he is attempting to hear something, some reality i can’t understand. He walks by outside on the street, strange. I can see the traffic of the world from this Garage Cafe window. He has a cain and the demur of a homeless one. They are on the rise. Hard drugs in the alleyways from back streets grey everywhere. Anger and despair walking into no clear direction, a bleak road straight thru into the other side.

I sit here hidden in a corner of the cafe overlooking a hallway of slow activity entering and exiting thru my world. Outside i can see many a west coast indians walk by, often beaten down by the nature of this dominant white world. This is the story the earth over, an unequal common wealth. I spend my time unnaming things, deconstructing with a quick glance the embedded thoughts that expose themselves when i'm still, at peace in my mind. This is my day, i own it when i don't. 

I carry a good sized backpack over flowing with all my beliefs, all the concepts i have acquired thru endless eons of thought, personal, collective, and who knows how they have all arrived. Ideals, premonitions, conclusions of all kinds stuffed into this monkey upon my back. When i am strong and alert i grab my slick free-blade and slash the bottom of the sack from behind. I watch all the tight thought loosen their grip upon themselves and fall into the thin and dissolving atmosphere. I breathe deep, once more, again, feelings of freedom beyond the senses, one, in the ‘whole’ pure almost angelic cool forest-like space………then i freak, my left-behind remaining, synchronicities, coincidences, visions and dogma fear their deathly end as i grab and grasp the slit bottom of the vault like bag, squeeze, hold it tight, close it and secure what's left of my forsakin mind. Letting the space fill back, glueing thoughts together again, feeling safe once more, i walk on, a little lighter, a little brighter.

For awhile i breathe easy and life is good. This is the process, tension, escape, freedom, peace, with observations full of life. Here comes what goes around in this broken circle, a vortex expanding falling into the low lands or rising inwards higher into light, clarity. Somehow choice enters into this field of curved space in shades of time.

dancing across curved space in shades of time.

The cafe is approaching closing time. Time to move on. Thanks for this time, life, i am honoured to exist with this strange acknowledgement of being here. Time and time again exactly the same but different.

meegwetch

kachi travelling the magical horizons - it’s all good

a coffee ?…. a like, a whisper, shhhh

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