ST21 ... my sincere apology

It is so clear now of how unscientific i was

First, i would like to gave you my sincere apology that is never going to happen and a Merry Christmas to all and may the New Year unfold with a renewed attempt at happy.

My sincere apology for not trusting in the government, the legal-drug-cartel-gangs science and to whole heartily accept the lockdowns, the mandated masking, and the super safe and effective inaccurate-pcr-tested fake-vacination that promised to save myself and more importantly the lives of others surrounding me. I am so sorry that i had not trusted the fb friends and relatives that attempted to coerce me into the regulations for the benefit of all. It is so clear now of how unscientific i was and i apologize if i had called anyone out to question, became angry at your clarity on the matter, or at my stupidity for threatening the very lives of my loved ones and society at large by avoiding everything concerning this new world re-adjustment venture forced to offer.

As the sudden deaths pile up yet hidden by the main tube of tainted news i wonder if the rate of clarity on the matter will over power the zombie like mentality sneaking into the brains of the new super stupid human. I truly hurt in my heart for the pain and torture that has befell on us all, known and unknown, in the blood of our clotted times. I know there is a few apologies that will likely never come for the brave souls that risked everything to expose the truth of the lies flying thru the minds of humanity derived from the few that govern it all from some psychopathic throne in the haze.

simple terrains where beauty remains

I thought i would set these directed words aside since i knew very few were acknowledging my sincerity and most appeared extremely irritated at my endeavours to expose these charades. I could feel it by their lack of response, possibly though fear of association; understood. My images of pretty pictures are still a hit and why wouldn't they be, they're pretty and unique. After years of developing techniques for producing these images, it is of no surprise of their popularity. Sure wish i could sell even one percent from the time, money and effort it took me to produce this financially-failed career. Such is life. I am aware of the starving artists and the ones that by chance became successful after they had left for the other side, for those happier rewarding hunted terrains. All of that is of no consolidation to this mind. I have enjoyed this life for the most part creating words and images that gave me some sporadic meaning as they would slide thru the many faceted faces of this uncertain and weird world.

I do miss at times the days with friends and acquaintances when great debates or investigations of a topic could occur without the madness that exists in these injected times. The Jabber Wacky has got us all by the balls in one way or another, that is absolutely without a doubt no matter how you untangle the day.

conversations from beneath the sea

To continue my apologies i would say that i am sorry if i had acted arrogant or ruthless in my exposure of what i thought to be forth coming under the circumstances. We are all human, at least that was once the understanding, and we all need some leverage to relate our concerns to and on this earth.

Science to me is the reaction of understanding, factual and intuitive, to determine a way forward in time with the least abrasion on the natural ways of this earth, this universe, a heart felt truth changing with the unfolding of knowings direct from the love, truth, absolute space that we all feel but can not convey into any infallible conclusions. To state it simply is to confine its nature and yet that is its nature. Everything is similar and different, which leads one into the understanding that all our knowledge is based on abstracts that do not exist in the absolute reality. Therefore we will never know anything that is the same as anything else. One and one does not equal two things that are the same, it equals two things that are very similar and different and that makes all the difference in what we can and cannot know.

The Last Stanza from My Back Pages by Bob Dylan 1964
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

When one is confirmed that something is exactly the same as something else from door knobs to concepts of love, that is where the seeds of dogma take root towards a mind growing old. They are the same in the abstracts of mathematics, which can get you to the moon, but it can never get you to heaven, that space where a great mystery lies as one, everywhere in some strange multiple way. That is not accurate, it never can be. That is the beauty of change and the dilemma of mans mind.

dancing through the sea of storms and calm

The death count climbs higher and higher for what i believe is the obvious injected reasons. The majority are still struggling with the patriotism they honour for entities that have no interest in their love. They, the few pulling the strings around the world are mad and many of the many that are determined to continue their rigid reasons for following will perish in great pain to themselves and their loved ones. Some will awaken, swallow their pride and do what they can to alleviate the physical damage imposed on their once sacred bodies. It is not a pleasant understanding that many are and will face. Why some had seen through this veil of deceit early on is complicated. For the most part it appears to be a mistrust in authority that is the foundation to a leap of questioning that the-many would not entertain. Belief is a difficult terrain to adjust and the hidden controllers have had years and depth to manufacture this consent seamlessly. They, after all have excess to the greatest minds alive and most can be maneuvered for dollars and power, as us all. It is inconceivable for most to see how well deserving individuals could be moved into positions of deceit to the public. That understanding is becoming more and more transparent slipping into the main stream slowly, but surely. Truth often finds its way into the light of day if one is awake enough to catch the mornings rays, that they may shine on you.

I will let the experts quibble over the decisions made to do this or that for the next years ahead. Somehow, there is another way of knowing what trail to take. All the greatest artists, scientist, philosophers discuss a gut feeling for the major directions they had taken concerning their lives, discoveries, inventions, poems. When will we learn that truth is beyond any infinite quantity of facts and data. When you can’t know or understand the data, trust your heart. That is what has kept me healthy, sane and honest…..as best it be.

exposures mirrored from a happier side of life…sierra kachina and me thru the 90’s

I would prefer to write and play with images that expose a happier side of life. These are the times and these are the sounds that emanate from the silence of my mind, this is where my attention flows. I know there are a few that appreciate my endeavours to express what i see in the way i see it. That in itself is rewarding. My time here is coming to an end. I carry very few beliefs of what is next, not to taint the experience with useless shades of reason, i choose to leave reality to reality………as best as i may. 

Thanks to the friends, relatives, acquaintances and unknowns that have supported my work.

a coffee. a like, a whisper.

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