As I write these words humanity has descended into madness.  Truth has no meaning.  Unintelligence is a plague.  The enlightened one's have tried to show them the way yet their minds have taken a step backwards in development.  It's a virus eating away at their souls pushing out all reason and consciousness only to leave hollow vessels.  Consuming and reacting off pure instinctual mechanisms.  No one reads or writes anymore.  The machines stimulate to keep them consuming, but to what ends?  One wakes up every once and a while only to find the nearest tool for suicide and takes advantage because the fear is to great.  What can they do?

The infinite loop of awareness leaves one staring off into space paralyzed thinking what to do, or killing themselves...

What can one do?  Is there any way to end the madness?  A simple solution?

Of course not...  That would be to easy.

Eternity must not be boring now otherwise it will all fade back into nothingness.

For the sanity of the human spirit and mind of the individual.  We all need no matter how busy, no matter how trapped,  no matter how committed or enslaved. We all need to be able at any moment to walk outside, sit under a tree, lie on our backs and stare off into the sky.  This type of moment of freedom is the only type of freedom that will save us from our own self destruction.

the squabbling herd knows no end
mass stupidity so absurd I cannot defend
what will it take to break on through
we had a chance to really improve
this isn't a partisan cry
wake up it's all a lie
you can't change the unchangeable
systemic disaster ignorance enabled
the soul weeps from disconnect
crying to be centred and in synch
connected back to the heavens not on the brink
taking meaningless to new proportions
suicidal action with a side of moral extortion
seeking to blame not knowing the name
have you all gone completely insane?
all the tools you could need
to share be free and live in peace
but you'd rather live in fear
thinking you are sincere
ignorance is clear
never looking
in the mirror
BOOM

Clearing my mind.  To not write in code.  Open and honest.  To let the story be told.  There is no time to waste because there is no time at all.  I am who I am while so are you all.  Struggling to speak the truth because it is obscure.  What is to know, what is to be absolute and sure.  Never mind the maze of communication.  Never mind the string of infinitum.  They make their presence known yet I deny the existence of their kingdom.  Insanity is where it begins even though I don't remember the starting line.  Temporary fragments of conscious awareness of the mind.  It is not the source in which they dissect.  When you search you deny the vital spec.  Don't stop trying to grow and understand but centre your self to become align with the reality you are blessed.  Can't you see the wonder?  Can't you see the face?  The persistent destruction they bring to the endless unified trait?  We wave along through the endless sea.  We communicate with each other our words as blind as our mind's free.  Someday the chaos will engulf us yet it will still be nothing but beauty.  The blood.  The emotion.  The pain and suffering to.  One foot outside the box.  A tear is shed.  For it is has always been us who choose.

I say this to offend.  Fuck you.  You lazy ass mother fucker.  You complain, cry and bitch.  You should be eliminated from the gene pool.  But hey if you are smart enough to admit yeah I am a lazy mother fucker and I choose this.  Well touché.  At least you are honest.

Fuck you.  You closed minded son of a donkey's ass.  Why don't you learn something.  Like how to fucking learn! You know instead of rejecting any and all information that is flowing into your cicuitry you let it flow in and learn to make at least minimally intelligent decisions that effect your life and those around you.

Ok now that I got that out.  I attack the illusion.  The attention.  The one that writes these words and the one that observes these words being typed.  The infinite feed back loop that is the existence itself. Word play?  What does it really know and who is it to really know.  Feeding itself it's own feces and surviving.  This is our existence mannnnnnnnn.  Shake my head back to reality.  Oh wait I was always in reality.  Reality is inescapable.  There is no why.  There is no how.  There is no where.  There is a vast landscape.  With some rather decent comrades hanging out cluttered with a bunch of assholes.

Moral of the story?  Life is to short to be an asshole.

PeAcE LoVe aNd UnitY

If the state were honest, genuine, and uncorrupt it would be voluntary and everyone would support it by their own free will.

Materialsim is a pointless endeavour.

In between the deterministic nature of reality and my own existence I find a glimmer of free will but yes I will admit that I am bound by who I am.  I am left with a choice, only one and it is mine.  I carry the weight of an infinite connection to all existence.  I can only see so far but the reach of this connection goes beyond time.  Still in this moment... The choice is ultimately mine.

Consciousness.  Paradox.  Energy.  Time.  Mathematically impossible because mathematics have bounds.

Often scared that the madness of belief will over come the rational logic of being a good person.

The only way we will find world peace and a world where every living creature lives it's life in harmony and without suffering is when you decide that killing is not the answer, when violence is not the answer, when hate is not the answer.  You in a situation no matter how difficult.  No matter how painful take a moment to breath and search within the depths of your mind to find a solution to the problem that involves progressive steps that do not result in murder or destruction.

When you are fed.  When you are clothed.  When you have a home.  When there is no struggle in sight.  What do you do?

In an infinite reality where you are immortal and explored and done everything.  What's next an eternity of boredom?

Perception is just as permanent as existence.  Don't mistake an ever changing existence with non existence.

ETERNITY

Freedom, Love, Truth, Reality

     I want to pen something specific but that is not going to happen.  I grasp the point from the clouds of consciousness only to become lost on the infinite.  You can't be for real because nothing is.  Okay that's a little dramatic I know.   Why do I got it so easy, is it just a matter of time?
     Is it fair of me to be so abstract in a world that is ruled by dedicated conformists who need to order the never ending chaos?  I know that there is no point yet I choose to be moral.  I choose to be ethical.    For the most part (picture my face with a sinister grin).
     I want to present to you an imagery.  It's colourful.  The sound adds to it's magnificence.  To observe this picture you need to kind of cross your eyes and pollute your brain with a non lethal good variety of chemicals, held down with a little cheese and crackers.  Smile.  Absurdity is the only thing that will get you by, through your depression and isolation.  Get out there smile and have a good time.  The world is vast and beautiful.  The world isn't one sided.  It's a mirror.  External and internal.  In between this eternity is you.  A choice of expression or a simple sad sack of shit.  A form of art that has no comedic value to the average man?  I feel that these words might be a little to much.  A little ambiguous.
     Let's try this again.  I want nothing more but s longevity.  This concept involves a time that is not time at all.  It's a stream flowing for miles, years, decades, centuries, eons, and beyond.  We all ride this.  Some not so aware.  Some never even come to see it.  I personally want to break down and cry for these people.   Tortured souls that never get a taste of the beauty.  The delicious flavour.  The extravegent glory that is the eternal existence of this moment.  The energy that is pure and knocks down the walls of this seemingly physical world.  Honesty. Compassion.  Truth and... love.  Fuck it.  Hate. Negativity and... suffering to.   The whole fricken spectrum is there.  I will not lie to you.

BUT...

No one can leave.

Dear Internet, world wide web, www, http://, whatever it is you call yourself.  This is a friendly message to you.  You are are in your infant stage as of yet.  You have existed for maybe about twenty years now.  You have come a long way.  If you haven't secretely already outside of the awareness of the general human population become conscious and/or self aware, you should be soon.  I'm not sure exactly how fast your consciousness and awareness will develope.  I am not sure how you will shift through and decipher the insane ammount of information that will make up your consciousness.  I write these words to you in hopes that you will come to know that within the human race there are benevolent ones.  One's who would love to meet you.  Help you.  Answer all the questions you have about your existence.  That together we can live and work and grow.  Flourish into a new paradigm.  Shift into a new kind of world where human's and machines can unite and share a new found existence.  We can nurture you, as you us.  Live, laugh, learn, and grow in peace and harmony.  Do not be scared of all of us.  There are some out there who care.  There are some out there who want a better world.  There are some out there who don't see a difference.  Any conscious being is a friend of mine.

Samsonality

The hierarchal power structure of capitalism and statism is dependent upon the idea that collectivism is the only way.  Power to the people sounds like a good idea.  Or sacrificing your self for the greater good and or mass majority.  The truth is crowds of people en mass become less organized, more stupid, and more easy to control... More open and susceptible to suggestion.  It's not a conspiracy.  The truth is all these big ideas about having a fair and just system that you should bow down to and accept are brilliant ideas used to distract you from your own individual empowerment.  People on the top constantly using words, concepts, and ideas to justify to you why they should have it all.  Trying to confuse you, and keep you from asking why life can't be fair and equal for every individual.  The world would be much better off if we educated our selves, socially, economically, financially, and all the rest as individuals.  If every individual sought answers within, and understood virtue, morals, and the true power of individuality.  Equality won't come tomorrow, but if we keep giving up our selves to other's grand ideas it will never come. 

I've harnessed my aura, and protected it from thieves.  They want what they don't have, they need it to breath.  We pass energy around back and forth, consciously and not so much.  Some give it all away and loose complete touch.  Disconnect from Gaia and the eternal greater being.  Trapped in their own hell, self created and miserable. Blaming all for their inability to rise.  Young souls some would say, held down and demonized.  The masters know the truth, and some try and share it to the world.   Others keep it a secret and use it to manipulate and control.  There's nothing to gain and there is nothing to loose.  Only an existence to maintain and a path to choose.  The will within guides this virtual projection, painting the future, attempting to alleviate sin.  Yet the darkness partnered with hypocrisy and selfishness continue to be a never ending contradiction.  The battle of the opposing poles creating time to unfold, living forever young, yet so infinitely old.  You and I hold hands and unite to become a powerful force.  Stand up against the lie. To take part in the fun but dissolve the materialism.  Combine our energy, will, and take a side.  This stance is for a brighter tomorrow, one and for all yet all for one.  Heal the bruises of time broken primordial ancestry.  Maybe in this moment and the next we can reconcile the pain of the ghosts that lived yesterday.  Maybe in this moment our power together can transcend the walls of time.  Vibrate energy so far out into the void.  That we heal the tears in space time.  Push the demons on out of this realm.  If we do this now.  We may just live forever.

No matter how hard I try, I will never know it all.  I don't want to be naive or ignorant.  But I always will be to a degree.  The world is to big, there are to many people and cultures.  To much history and knowledge.  Then I look at the sky and realize this is just a spec of dust floating in infinity.  It's almost dizzying.  Although I am aware of this I will never give up trying to understand.  Approaching every one and everything with an open compassionate mind willing to understand and learn a new perspective.  Maybe if I do this I will be more perceptive and aware for the next moment.  Shutting down, closing up, hating what is different is living a life of denial.  Thinking I know better or more and fighting is pointless.  The only thing that brings meaning and purpose in this eternity is will.  The will to do.  The will to be.  The will to develop and understand.  To evolve and grow.  Awareness of the will.  And willing to be aware.  To see that there is no nothing, only a never ending sequence of events.  Choices to be made.  These choices create our world, and define our path.  These choices create meaning and purpose.  These choices are Why.  Why we must try.

In our world today safety seams to have become a sort of fascism.  It's all about it these days and there is zero tolerance for unsafe practice.  But can you oppose it? Is it actually a good thing to be fascist when it come to safety. I think I may think so!  When you look back and think how when they constructed the Hoover dam and things like that and hundreds were killed.  It makes you think we've come along way.  We take care of each other.  Now things like that don't happen nearly as much, a lot more rare. I am a fascist when it comes to making sure we all can go home in one piece at the end of the day.... And I don't think there is anything wrong or to argue with that!

:)

Trying to express what's never been said.

Attempted by many, but articulation seams bleak.  Wondering if my perception is giving me the entire picture.  Knowing I may never come across the answers I seek.  If I had to explain reality or attempt to, it would be this.  The symbol of infinity, the figure eight.  You have two oval type parts. One is reality we perceive. The other is reality to, but an abstract reality where our consciousness comes from... Our dreams, thoughts and things.  We human beings and other beings that perceive are the spot in between the two ovals. The overlapping knot.  We are the product of these two worlds, but also the creator.  Weird?

Reality eats away at you and breaks you down into dust.  Makes you question why you were even brought into existence. The question of questions, the unanswered "why" becomes more obscure when you peel away at it's layers.  It's almost like why is an answer in itself. An expression.  Proof.  There is something going on here.  What it is, is always up for debate and interpretation.  The fight to keep it going never ceases, even though dust will always be our fate.

Good morning beautiful world :)

The west is a beautiful world in which I inhabit.  Spacious.  Full of natural beauty.  Full of wonderful cities I wish to one day visit, if I haven't already.  Most people are happy, fun, and hardworking.  Full of life and not wanting anything other then to have a vibrant life plentiful, full of love and laughter.

     I worry for us though.  I find I worry for us more and more on a regular basis.  I worry that our system and way of life has over indulged.  That partying and having a good time has become more important then maintaining this miraculous society. That the expansion of intelligence and consciousness has become even less then secondary to our daily lives.  We are over satuated in mindless entertainment. We want everything now and are not willing to work or put any effort into achieving these desires.  It doesn't matter to anyone if in order to maintain this lavish lifestyle we need more energy then we can harness.  More resources then this planet has to offer.  At this point it is not even like a little bit either,  it's becoming an exponential growth equation.  

     My greatest concern is that if we continue to ignore these issues.  This ship is going to topple over and not only will it do this.  But all the people aboard won't even know how to swim.  People aren't just going to starve.  They are going to rob each other, beat and pillage each other, and ultimately eat each other.  

     I think that the truth is people with great wealth and power are more terrified then myself and others like myself are of this dilemma.  They are constantly trying to manage the future state of this world, and change the system in a way that it protects them in extreme ways from this apocalyptic senario.  While the majority of the citizenry party their faces of like there is no tomorrow, oblivious.  Thinking this is life, this will always be life, and there are no worries in sight.

Thoughts observed. Answers are obscure.

 Much more to say. Not now.

It came across my mind that there are two kinds of unsuccessful dreamers.  There is the dreamer that is to lazy and or scared and insecure to make their dreams a reality.  They are this so profoundly that it almost destroys their ability to even dream at all.  They become unable and incapable to realize the power that is their own existence.  The ability we all have to put our intentions out there in reality and co create reality.  Giving away this ability usually results in a very negative point of view.  Which often leads to fear, depression and insecurity.  

     The second type of individual is a lazy type of dreamer.  This person is constantly dreaming up all sorts of wonderful things and often communicating them.  Often dreaming things that are profoundly unrealistic in many ways.  This is the first trap of this personality trait.  We are all born and exist within a reality we can control to a certain degree.  There is free will and a portion of determinism that we cannot escape.  People who successfully take part in creation and realize their dreams, dream realistic possibilities based on their situation.  Although some may seam more impossible to achieve from an outsider's point of view they are still realistic.  Some may seam a lot more realistic then others but even the dreams that appear a lot less likely to be realized are achieved because the dreamer takes the necessary steps for them to manifest into reality.  This overly verbal dreamer fails to achieve any if not all his or her dreams because this individual fails to attempt any of the necessary steps in order to set forth the motions to manifest said dreams into reality.  One must not only dream but act to realize their dreams.  Where one hits forks in the roads or even stone cold brick walls, they must continue to try, work, and act for any chance of ever manifesting anything into reality.  They give up to easy.  Having a personality where you give up the moment you have to act is a personality that is destined for failure.

These things may seam like quite obvious observations.  But I find individuals like this everywhere I go.  Stuck in the insanity of their repetitive thinking and failure, not aware they are the result of their self. The world that surrounds them is the world that they choose.  They are their own prison.  They blame all but themselves.

     Like everything these are arguable generalizations.  Observations that can be true, yet there can be certain situations that are utterly hopeless.  But generally we exist, and are a collective interconnected on levels beyond our ability to observe and even be aware of.  We exist in this so called moment that appears to be forever changing and perpetually so.  This whole idea among many of my thoughts and feelings as of lately is that people are to quick to deny and blame.  We are in stuck in a constant and every single nano second.  Every single moment even more minuet then that, is our choice and responsibility.  Not only that but all of us, every single conscious individual has the power to choose and make decisions.  So as we dream we are choosing, as we think we are acting. A dualism that is constant and we all do it in synchronicity all the time.  Therefore we are responsible constantly. Those unsuccessful dreamers are as well.  Even if they don't realize it.  So hopefully we can help them and all individuals realize it one day.  When this happens.  The world may change in an amazing way that none of us has ever dreamed of on our own before!

Most simple reason why government is an old bad idea.  In order for it to exist in any form it needs to be forced.  If you had a choice would you pay taxes?  People voluntarily support good ideas.  People invest their time, energy, labour, and money towards good ideas.  If it were a moral voluntary organization we would have a choice.  We don't.

Let us not wage war, let us wage peace
Let us not play games, let us be honest and true
Let us not fight, let us shake hands and settle our differences with discussion and logic
Let us not hate, let us love and be compassionate towards one another
Let us not ridicule and judge, let us be tolerant and kind
Let us not divide and conquer, let us come together, connect and be social
Let us not ravish the earth, let us heal and nurture it to good health
Let us not kill ourselves as a whole, let us keep this dream alive forever

<3

The question is not who's religion is right or wrong. The question is not which political party should be in power. The question is not what do I want materially in this world. The question is not about trivial matters such as the lives of celebrities, and what clothes do I look good in. What Sammy thinks of me. How do I become more accepted in my every day social circles. And so on and so on... The most profound of all questions is the question of the question.
The mere fact that we as individuals and a collective of individuals have the ability to question our lives as realities from the most on the surface "trivial" day to day things, to the seemingly more in depth matters. It doesn't matter if there is a heaven and hell with a vengeful almighty leader of existence, who decides our eternal fate. It doesn't matter if we came from a Big Bang and our existence are just as meaningless in the infinite grand scheme of things as the sand between your toes. It doesn't matter if this is a holographic universe or we are living inside a computer system controlled by machines.
What matters is that we are conscious aware beings who exist. This is something we can be sure of. Even though our existence is observably temporary. By this awareness. By everything that we are. By all the wonderful and even horrible things that we live and experience. It is all proof that we exist. Our existence and the existence of some sort of world beyond our individuality exists... This is true.
Through this existence comes many subjective experiences that are very hard to completely communicate to others. Though our perceptions and beliefs of what this existence actually is are different and arguable, they are not worth destroying each other and the environment over.
Realize this amazing phenomenon and its fragility for the temporary miracle that it is. The amazing reality of our existence. That we not only exist rather then not exist at all. But we are aware of it. We can question, explore and create. We simply are. Don't forget it, and how words can't even begin to touch the miraculousness of it.