A tale like you wanna know. [vision of the title being introduced like a movie is on TV or at the movies, it appearing in the center of the screen, the line sounding, and this line sounding as the vision faded] Put spiritual in there. I’m talking to a Dumbledorf: who are you friend who almost had him killed? How exceedingly lovely. I don’t blame him. He looks different Dombledorf. He looks connected. There might be. [vision of a small otter-human-like creature’s head coming up out of a small square pool of water and looking up at me and saying the line, the pool the irrigation tank where Nitish swims but not in the location it actually is] The answer’s not complete. Tryin’ to help. I feel so inadequate at the task. I just sit here and write. We would reach in and pull sincerity out, but I’m at a halt in myself, and I don’t know where to begin. I can’t capture this page. I can only tell you what it says. We are mountains from molehills. I’ve done things with your memory all the while holding sincerity in my hand. I think I’ve lifted the curtain of existence and shown you what’s inside. I revealed my room. A lot goes on there. And the world is in my room staring at me. I can’t put it down. Where would I be without you? And I can’t get at that you. When I meet you on the street you’re just another person to me. I glow with this, hold you around the feelings of my mind that we may meet. Death do us in. I can’t champion this. I hold you in my arms and cry when you press too hard against me with a sad story of yours I’ve encountered through public media. I don’t know how to make you go away. I feel the group like it’s my own soul, yet you banish me and call me names. I don’t know what to do with this. It hurts, and I don’t think there are ears in your heart. I spend myself on them. I think we’ve gone beyond good and evil. I think we’re just human beings here. Can you tell me how to get along with you and still be myself? I don’t know how to make you feel what I feel. I can’t take my heart out and show it to you. I pull words outta my heart, and you can’t see the symbol for the words. I’m a dead delivery. I’d like to smile, having your social hand, but you won’t give it to me. Where do I find you in disease? I don’t have to wait long. You would spit in my eye if I came too close, and I mean so well for you. I was taken down. I looked at him. The idea I think he’s beauty with is feelin’ the whole. I come to read him. I find solace here. I’m taken to the top of myself. I see and understand I have depths. I would just like him to be alive, continue writing verse. He means something to me. He’s a wild space in the world yet that hasn’t been taken out. He does not kiss ass. We don’t want to see him get in trouble. He is right there in our taboos a guiding light. You don’t know strange men. They will test your boundaries. They are not a shake off. They come to see you definitely. These questions, they’re for answers. We don’t ask them just to say please. They’re all around us now, ardently studying who we are. I’m a voice in that multitude. I could get better answers. I fought with meaning to break it open, and the world fell into place. I grapple with it now. I mean I hold it in my hands and sing to it the poetry of the school. This is beyond answers. It’s just basking with you in the warm sunshine of our being. It’s weird to be alive. There’s so much that shines on my nose. You know what I mean. I could run amuck plucking at things, just bein’ led by the nose. Symbol imagery, I mean the world with that, and I’m stupid. I show you myself too much, but that’s what makes vulnerable the strength that it is. You trust me. I’m happily so much more than show business. I reveal things to you. They come from the sky. I hold them in my hand and paint this page with them. The moonlight of their starshine glows iridescent. I spend them in hours of verse. It looks like we have another day. I’m selfish. Get out of your closet. Tell us everything. Gave the world a black eye did yah? Bring your wife and kids. Come with me now. I sit at risk, write a ledger of emergency. I’m trying to show the way out. Will you join me? No confessions for this place please. You don’t tell the cops what you did. We will not ask the law to get us. We want to overcome the law, so it’s not rigid it’s human. How do you know they’re not here? They’re gonna work with him, unfortunate souls that need a time out. You can do this in your living room. Where are you? I was just in that kitchen spot, tryin’ to collect all the ears that help you outta this. Let me be your emotional man. Let me find the way out. Even the cigarette a lot of the times light up the temple. You’re kidding me. You would go to bat for me? You would show me the way out? Aren’t you a confession machine? Wouldn’t you tell on me and limit the ways I trust you? You’re just not smart. You expose yourself. My existence depends on me. Can you tell me society cares? I’m just a target. No, no, don’t go back there. Come out and breathe awhile clean air. Don’t you wanna feel good? Some kid came daddy and rode me monster. I don’t understand. This is a social dilemma. Can we handle being people? Where’s the living room? Is it full of vice and TV? What’s got you fascinated? I don’t know how to show you this. You gotta get outta that. Alright, he’s just not a problem you understand. Until you understand him you can’t do anything with him. Even my problem, we go awhile with each other. We learn the lampoon sticks out. How do we stick this in chocolate? We fold ourselves. We learn to let go of the spoon. We challenge ourselves with bright horizons. You come together on the role you need to play who is behind you. Can you see an island? Challenge yourself with more than yourself. Study your room. It will take you there. It’s hitting me. To turn around, made a turn. I got outta cars. I stopped doing bullshit. How does this happen in science? We need to see our disease, and then get going. It’s 10 a.m. We need to apply pressure to the program. Can you representative breathe? You can have it, lunch treatment. It’s always good for you. Are you sure you know yourself? Do you know you’re real? An actor, that’s just the part that says hello, drive basically. It’s who you think you are. Is the wonder at coyote? Is the world not real? That’s somebody to get hurt. You need to tell them you’re sorry. Put it on the difficulty what had me. Buckle up, honey any moment now you’re to get theft or hurted. We’re just not here. We’ll levity rehearse. [vision of three or four black and white photographs I couldn’t make out, the last one I could, one of a girl of indeterminate age in a white ballet tutu on a stage doing an exaggerated curtsy] Don’t rob yourself with identity. You are not you. You’re a field in a play. You get along you understand. That taller You you’ll find one day. She doesn’t care. She’s a dysfunctional human being. Don’t equate her with your room. Be a baby unto your room. How are you? It was more about Joe than the rest of us realize. You’re free to discuss this. You’re free to dance. You are as important as the President in the inward bowels of ourselves. You are a process dip into forever. You make it happen, the representative figure you are. You’re changin’ lives by ever bein’ yourself. You’re gettin’ bigger all the time if you reach in and find yourself not the author of the program. My God this world has ways in it. It’s mind-boggling. This should keep you busy for a lifetime. Okay stop putting your identity on your name, on that little figure you are, and understand your importance in the scheme. I went downstairs and I told him play. David actually feels like somebody, but way was he tryin’. Somehow this triangle has evolved from multiple scores. You are not who you are, but you’re more than that. You blindfold wisdom and chop it in half. I wanna explain to you all none of this is happening. Do you see the horror? You see the relationship. You’re a salt on the Void to bring out its something. You’re doing nothing but complaining. Don’t complain. We’re high animals. We’ve got this world goin’. It’s our livelihood. We hate everything. It’s not that bad. It’s quite good actually. We’re here, and we’re alive. Okay we ain’t free. We can’t have everything. but everything’s coming. We just have to land first. We can manage from here. It’s got Goldilocks on it, until we find the horses that put on planet right. Hey dude I want yah to know out your brains I’m gonna blow. We’re just forlorn that’s all. Winter’s comin’, and we need to be prepared. We’re a little nuclear holocaust here, a little nuclear holocaust there, but nothin’ gets us outta the way. We retain civilization. Any homeland, any way of raisin’ children, we’re gonna have to come to the dice and end up eliminatin’ all of them. The better way of bein’ human, it ain’t out yet. I’m tryin’ to tell you what’s goin’ on, but you’ve climate changed my answers, and they don’t get to the public. I’ve got a whole host of answers, the nitty-gritty college details of existence to help you survive. I won’t be here. This is a future log. I’ll see you later. Fascinating, I think you just said the peace. Could it be the color of my skin the audience is a thimbleful? Where’s that little Seventh Manager welcome spectacular? Don’t look now, They’ve got a buffalo for yah. The Gods must be crazy. Mother you with this? The stairway’s there. You have the purple stairwell. Turn those shoes; let Me turn them, the stairwell’s up. Ride handsomely. That’s a wrap up with my own medicine.
Drop climate change off at the house, the hypocrisy of everyday people, the climate of everyday people, the Rottweiler of everyday people, their business. Climate change, now showing at your house. We gotta get out of this. It’s a consumer nightmare. How much simpler our lives could be if we tried. That Rottweiler is resistant to change. Lovely creature though. Some do it. You’d be pleased to announce I’m not preaching at you. I’m preaching at me. Whatta we do with this? Turn off lights and stoves and only sparingly wash clothes. Whatta we do with the refrigerator? Now that’s a tough one. We could do a lot better. We buy enough crap to begin with. My God the waste in my house. It could start the day. My God the crap in my house. The allergies make the air conditioning livable in such a warm climate, but it could be turned off to save noon. I’m not sayin’ live without it, but let’s treat it like the luxury it is. We need it sometimes. Oh Lord don’t take my A/C away. [heard sung to tune of “You Are My Sunshine”] I think that’s got the paper. Alright fine, but can it join us in the room? What did the refrigerator say? It didn’t it’s just got military handles. You mean like hot water? Do we really need it right now? All the amenities, they’re starin’ us in the face. Can I write another poem? Can you spare me the mayonnaise? I don’t wanna write this poem. It’s not my baked bread. Living conditions suck without electricity, but I think we all could get better at using it. It’s the semblance of noon, all along town. Can you see it? Brush with health the climate enforcer. We get sick doin’ it. No health reasons you neglect. Don’t make yourself ill. The climate can stand a little bit of you in it. We’re just armed for change. We don’t charge each other’s property with you must do this or else. Can you understand the reason behind that? You blister change with the wrong attitude, and it won’t work.
So where do we go for change? In our relations with one another. That’s the ballpark/battleground. [words spoken simultaneously] We have to learn to live with each other without spite. Can you find a person that knows this on the environmental frontlines? They’re too busy charging other people with spite. This doesn’t work. It just blows up in your face. I’m tellin’ the Greta Thunbergs that. A climate change activist, we need better human beings. Can you just open your eyes and look? What does your patrol car grant us? More ill will. Can we get around this? How do you show people they’re wrong without hating them for it? That’s the climate needs better. We’re just stubborn mules when it comes to seein’ that. Just ask the press. Okay animals get busy, force this on people. I’m givin’ you the smell of the thing. I don’t think you care about me. You have a place card. This makes your life feel better. You’re an active ingredient. You’re an activist for change. We push people. We don’t know how to make them see. Maybe you’re lookin’ at the wrong equipment. We need a change in heart. Can you care about people, or are we all just numbers trashin’ the planet? Where do we see this? In our very hands. Protest movements awake! We have to get better at bein’ people. We have to be better human beings. Where do we go for that? In the living room. It’s anybody you talk to, have dealings with. You make them feel special like you care. Now that’s the whale in the room. Can you really care? I don’t think so, not without some life assignment, where you learn to put love first, so much so love hurts. These are vulnerable feelings, and you put every man, woman, and child there. Can you find them? They’re your next door neighbor.
Now let’s go to police cops in the room. You can’t force anybody to do anything and get the safety you want. You just step on them, and they resent you for it. Vegans everyone? And you’ve stepped on the world. This is not everybody’s diet. It’s a religion to some people. It’s got hoofs on it. Mainstream media’s pushin’ it. This does not carry us to safety. We’re the animal in the room. Stop eating meat’s a practice, no animal products at all an intolerance. It’s too extreme for our world venture. You would have to know country home, in an impoverished district, to understand the impropriety of veganism, and I didn’t just say rare places on earth. So many of us live in poverty. I’m gonna eat, and I don’t need vegans robbin’ my plate. You’re not sustainable. Good afternoon. Incredible, time goes through, I went to that place: non-veg is not the meat anymore. It’s a vegetarian diet we all live on. We just get out our laser guns and put fish on the menu. It’s a laboratory the actual change ahead is calling. Mystical experience will dynamic each other. It’s just one of those things. Animals are friends and we don’t eat friends. That group identity, it’s gonna take place in our living room, and the camel down the street is a part of it. No one gets left out, but a camel gets so close to our notion of self, we ride them that’s their comfort zone, and there’s your horse. What are you talking about? The substance of our change. Art is listened to whatever we ride, and make it better. Am I making any sense? We’re not legalistic about anything. We’re flexible to survive. Unbelievable the amount of sacrifice our survival depends on. We all have to do it. It doesn’t come about on its own. We’re military historians. Can I show you a battle with yourself all won? This rules the day: self-sacrifice on the frontlines. Choke climate change. Don’t make him the monster. We reach inside and pull out our humanity, and our skills at that does the rest. Now let’s go back to that army book you’re readin’, the news media, that big journalistic thug. Do we really have to crap in our beds? Are you sure you want us to be mean to each other? Do you have to hate the climate denier? Cows, there’s more responsible than just not wanting them to fart. On fire farming methods. Practicing that, making animals safe and comfortable. It is catch those devils, sick really, who make milk and eggs an animal’s holocaust. We’re not into punish people. Look at them. Stop buying their products. And we can get them to see reason.
Are you an older brother? I’m a way station man. I’m hearin’ the bagpipes sing. Remind yah survival’s an organized emergency we all do together. That dog got me order? Beautifully. Love made him do it. We’re in our protocol if a person could handle on his deep emotions. He’s a vehicle for change. The balls that we make here are women’s kinds of things. They’re empathically arranged. He sees in court as not ethically arranged. We’re gonna sleep on it, see what we outta do. I woke up and went over it as a dream. Your approach is sound sir. I was dealin’ with late ideas. The ability to help one another, it’s in every classroom. My God it’s like Auroville pops off its angel. I should have living with the fears. There’s no hurry for development. It’s in the air we have to do this now. Helping’s free, I’d give him to help. We have time bro. Your doomsday has an opinion across the street. We can avoid a piece of chicken. We can avoid fish. A lot do it and they’re vegetarian. Good excellent I support that cause. He just stepped out onto the floor, one help, one happen. It’s too early to damage every restaurant now. There’s a lot we can do to get started. It’s not the end of the world yet. No hot water, it starts off inflexible. Our attitudes to change kill it. Come to where the prize is: may I help you? Don’t sit there and demand people change. It’s got our stuff on it, and you go in a museum to destroy a work of art because you’ve got the proof you got a lot about you needs changed. It’s character armor not climate change we need to see before we can get at that climate change. Can you hear me Ms Greta Thunberg? Can you accomplish this? We need to see each other first. Gun naked balance own big time. We’re tryin’ to get that settled in first: we’re all responsible. It takes better human beings to tackle climate change. The problem’s combining the too essential with the ordinary. Can you see that?
A miracle where he stood. This is about enlightenment our next trip. You don’t know it’s there. It’s a Buddhist word that means many things. The enlightened state of being is my crossover with it. It’s deep and it’s heavy. You are not yourself anymore. You’re a non-egoed consciousness seein’ the world. It’s oneness’ state of being, nonduality’s headquarters. There’s no separation between you and an object save you’re there. You can stand on your own two feet. It’s not just a mesh of everything. No one can describe this state. Normal regular consciousness is the external at large. You can’t grasp realization by the horns. It’s too realization deep. You have no boundaries to speak of, but you wear them for the play. You’ve stepped into real greatness. You’re an enlightened being. You have no fears anymore. You are a center for nature to do her works, for the divine to act. You are not the initiating repository. You just ride the seas a passive instrument in God’s hands. We’re goin’ there, you, me, and everyone, regardless of your creed. It’s a long way off for the race to achieve. This individual door has been opened always few and far between. A quickening is coming, and we will grapple with this state. I think some will fight it, of course. We’re headed toward that now. I’m a medium for this change, one of many. I don’t know how many there are. Let’s see if I pull it up, and that will put my words in the right place. This is exceedingly huge in front of me, and I get scared sometimes, and I know what to be scared for. I’ve been there a time or two momentarily, else I couldn’t talk like this. Right now I’m just dry on this. It’s miracle not natural change, and that has to change. I have to see it as the order of the day.
My days are spent grappling with the impossible. There is so much more to life than anybody wants to know, and you’re left with a big gulf you have no knowledge to cross, no matter how much knowledge you gain. The world is big you understand. Who can fathom existence? But we have the way station of enlightenment to get us there. There’s more to come, but that’s where we begin. Hold out for more. Is climate change all there is to change? Are we just working for our survival? If we reach the stars, then what? It’s another planetary marvel? There’s more to life’s room than you live in this house and do these things, than the existential field in front of you. We can go beyond doing. We can be larger than our field. The world does not bind us. We are strangers in a strange land. Life is magnificent in her shoes. Typified somewhere in art is life’s grandness. Life is bigger than her existence, than climate change. You should all panic says the frightened child, be very afraid says the press. Is that so? Sit down. It’s always like this: emergency’s got us noon. If you don’t push people around the world will end, come on see the test you’re in. Can you outgrow yourself? You have a large spoon. Hello poem. Hello world. Well let’s get at it.
If the water wanted to it could stir your mind up to pits your brain. [spoken at the end of a dream where I was being healed of being raped, although I hadn't been and was just playing along so to be safe from a would-be robber, by people chanting and pouring water and herbs over me as I knelt down in the center of them] We’re, we’re thinking. We see where the water comes from. That’s the science found equation, such a big skeleton. It is a thing upon the air. We grow it in petri dishes. We see it everywhere. It’s life force, can’t you just tell by looking at? It’s not wonderful solving human. It’s angry, hateful, and mean. It’s in our land, has penetrated our children’s lives. It’s gonna get worse. It’s time to act now upon this monster. The last thing your burger could be is a flavor of murdered animal. Alright people it’s mean. What? We knock ourselves silly. Can we identify the problem? It’s hatred and ill will spread out upon the land on the inside. That’s the problem. We garden with it. That’s our accident. That’s the science confusion. I am tired of this broadcast: we need climate change to stop heat. And hate is so rampant among us. Can you see it? Look in your heart. Look in your mind. You won’t find it anywhere else where you can directly work on it. Yah hear what I’m sayin’?
Where does your hatred find fingers in the real world? In the pedophile’s bed lay, even the kind that don’t molest children. I think we’ve hit the hot spot in everyone. In that American audience this is more pronounced than ever. QAnon anyone? They rule the show. We’ve looked at hatred with our hands, and we’ve looked at the hottest variety, but there it is your companion in so many places, at the supermarket for example when you’ve revealed yourself to them riding there among them. Come on let’s get outta here. I’ve got a surprise bottle, not what you’re lookin’ for Mimie. Michael Jackson wore this. I’m safe from him. I’ve exploded keys. I would like to hunt you down and kill you. There are so many of you, and we’ve ruled exactly that page. You’re learning the thought book that mesmerizes each other, your outrage that helps you goin’. As soon as he pays you’re probably gonna murder him anyway, because you think you can go Emmett Till and get away with it. We think we can go. Let’s all a bunch of play that’s no work to yah. You hate each other silly in perspectives. What is gonna wake you up? You manage this. I don’t need to sit through a movie I need to sit through things here. [spoken at the end of a dream where I’d just arrived at an orphanage to be a resident child there, and the assistant to the director was telling me I could go to the movies with the director and children he was taking] You had only wanted brains at the moment, and you’d left the heart to rot. You federal people. You don’t hate anyone. You could explode yourself, take a gun and shoot everybody. Hate’s got that gun, hate the rapist at large, any Tom, Dick, and Harry who stole the street. A nation takes a scapegoat and makes Jews outta them. Mr. Blackwell, Black man, you think he’s a social disease, don’t yah, and let’s not forget the corporate managers. They need to be shot. God damn your next door neighbor, his music’s too loud, and you just hate that shopkeeper. You got there first. Why, he cut you off in traffic, that son of a bitch. Any number of things, and you apply hate in its place. Voyeur it in your mind, don’t you hate those people.
Okay I’m through. I need a better climate. Well it’s process work, that you understand the direction. Any constitution, ninety percent of the battle is get it outta the heart, and it is being done very slowly. There’s Jesus cop, oh my Jesus oh my good. [spoken at the end of a dream where a tank had just come to the rescue of people about to be killed, the tank firing away, focus on the tank commander, who was halfway out of the hatch and ordering commands] Come, come, come, come, it’s a climate emergency. We hate each other on the inside. You see the climate emergency? Even animals have a right to regard. We hate them too. Oh that burger taste good, but I’m hearin’ a cow in there, and I’m not open to rough spots yet, but at least I’m ready to acknowledge the cow. Murderous cow disease, can I get over that? Well, you’ve seen my banker. I’m gonna begin to feel them. I’m not gonna shut out anybody. We’ve got a climate to get better. I’m not gonna hate anybody. There, I’ve said your peace, and we’ve made a climate change, the secret buffalo that helps us make the right decisions that gives us climate justice. This is what we need to see to unequivocally change the world, and there we go. Got it critical mass.
Of their winners we have the announcements. They made spiritual enlightenment where they found water. They made spiritual enlightenment the goal of the game. They came to us in broad planes. I don’t even know where he is. In a horrible ruling mansion nobody wants to go. Have you ever seen freedom do it? I’ve got a broadcast for yah. Here put this on. [vision of being seated at a computer chair I don’t recognize and taking off my pullover shirt and putting on a blue, American football jersey that changed into a purple one once it was on] I’m on my way.
Let’s warm up. You can begin to give it to her, a complete handling. Will someone tell me what that means, include her in the podcast? She’s a dog. What can she do? She just lays there. Start handling her softly, speaking to her like she’ll get offended if you don’t. There’s a dog aware of its human being. She’s so soft with herself. She’s good at play. Thirty seconds Rottweiler takes over. Captain America has the solution snap his fingers. Now that’s a brain dog. Where is this visible taking her for a walk? It’s nowhere apparent. You haven’t reached inside her yet. You gotta make that connection. That’s the tricky part. I don’t know how to accomplish this. With a whole lot of gentle persuasive love. You gotta get in those eyes. They’re for sell. She loves to look at people. She’s aware of her surroundings like a slightly human child. It’s wonderful. She dotes on you. She loves your hand. You know how to rub a dog. You get into it. You bond with her. She feels goosebumps inside. You’re her parental figure, and she loves you so much. Everything comes from your hand. She knows what you mean to her. Are you crazy on your trip you get to fly a plane? She knows she’s special to you. She sees you as her partner, her Spirit. [spoken in Nitish’s voice] She has divine feelings for you. They’re awesome. She noses you around in big Rottweiler gulps. She takes in your life force like it’s food. There’s an exchange rate. You eat hers like it’s the story of the day. You’re special to each other. She knows she’s got your love. She gets into yah.
Dude. [vision of Lisa hunched down in the field where we walk the dogs a long ways off from us, her hind legs much taller than normal, deformed actually, and she was looking at us but not responding] Lisa! Lisa’s tarrying. She can be found across. We entered on Lisa. This is dog patch. We need to find her/get over her. [phrases spoken simultaneously] How do we rescue? How do we take her time upon us? We have to look for her. We’re counting sheep. We just sit there and stare. I think she’s gonna take a military parade. You can’t do anything that loses life force. Lisa’s a moment of concentration. Include her in your sadhana concentration. You have to look for her everywhere. You do this till you find her. I don’t think you’re far from her. You keep her in your sights. Go find her. She’s a trade away. We have to come terms with our sweetheart beyond the edges of life. Are we seeing things that’s not there? I’d rule. I’d run. Come on let’s get this show on the road. I hope I have every way to show you this to chef. You’re ill-prepared for it. It leads you along. Shall we say it opens doors? It’s a call to captain. Where is that meditative moon? Stoned, nippity’s found her. We’ve branded a dog. No, we haven’t stamped our hoof on her. It’s her human we’re worried about. We’ve calculated her to express this, not in terms of consciousness, in terms of inner being. The consciousness rides along. It’s got a lot of catching up to do. We’re changing consciousness. That dog’s a swirl, the Luna that’s a Lisa beginner. It’s our purpose with her, any dog that’s soul arrived. Lisa accomplished this before she died. Luna is great in her shoes. We’re babying her. She gets the special treatment. It’s her head we want her to follow, nice and human. She came to us a miracle. Lisa died on social media. Immediately somebody gave us a dog, a baby Rottweiler. A great confusion started. Someone in the house kept her for himself on one of the lower floors. We fought. I saw the dog in vision several times a day. They kept her locked away. Sunshine she was. They knew I wanted her. They knew she was for me. I knew she’d be mine. She’s soul prepared. Then the day came they let her out of the room. There was no question she was my dog. I had seen in vision the day she’d come. Her days she came with me. Soon they stopped getting her at night. This was my joy. That dog was my special angel. Still is. We trust her. A little baby rides on her back and pulls on her ears. She has Nitish in her paws. That love’s a spectacle to see. She’s the special dog in the room, and everybody knows it. She’s part of my intelligence. I’ve ego-bonded with her. Dog is wonderful for that. Love bonds us closeness all day long. She’s up against me now. To pet her is a thrill. I have such joy seeing her. She’s like my little boy. This is absolutely free and clear. No zoo feelings crowd my day. She’s a wonderful device. No one sees this potential in dogs. Want a puppy grow up, and a child has arrived no hassle. There’s a child; you’re learnin’ to love children without offense. You learn what normal people feel with children. Those parts are left alone. They’re kinda gross, aren’t they? You even learn how to give baths: okay I’ll do it. Now that boy beside me, and his breaths are a rhythm on me now, sleeping Nitish, I take him to dog. You, see the relationship. Great teachers dogs are, like Rottweiler size and demeanor. You have to special them, or they bite, raise them like a human child, with a whole lotta love and attention. Peekaboo you little furry thing. Can I just drown you in sweetness? I love my dog. You’re angry about it, if you’re an outsider to dog, or slightly amused, What’s this stuff? Yeah I know, they only last as long as a child does. That’s written into the picture. You see it? Let’s go agree with boys: a dog is your best friend. Thank you dog.
Okay I’m buildin’ bridges and puttin’ Luna on one on my mountain. We’re catering her to human, bringing her forth. She’ll cross over into humanity next. It’s where souls bring dogs, and you thought it must be monkeys that take that next leap into human terms from reincarnation’s bounds. Dogs and cats sit with us and learn human. Can I reveal this on earth? We’re a dog depository to bring that forth. We know what’s at stake. We teach them human, but we don’t dress them in clothes and give them bottles to wear. That’s ridiculous. We don’t fry their brains with all that silly stuff. This is mean. We let them be dogs still. Their humanity’s an inner release we pick up on through dream and vision. It’s not something you decide to do. You watch the process happen where soul and divine guide you. It’s not something you make up. We’re there. We opt with her and just reveling in her dog. Oh we love her. We’re a way station for dogs that’s got this goin’. Of course we have a house full of dogs, and they all sleep in the bed, roam the house like children, and we do love them like they’re our kids. I will put up with you only so far as you’re dog. No, I think everybody gets that special treatment, kids most of all. I’m holdin’ one now as he’s sleepin’, and here comes the dawn. I love this little boy. It’s mind expanding. We’ll chariot dogs to their drive human. This is our work with them. This is what we do. It’s soul arranged, and you don’t pick them out of a litter. It happens on its own until you see it. You don’t bring dog into the room. You don’t even know he’s there. You get a soul revelation. That’s how it’s done. Can you grasp that? One day we’ll be masters at this, and what dogs will arise and what human. Meanwhile let’s find Lisa and take Luna by the hand and bring her over to us. I’m showin’ you that happenin’. It’s happened all along. We just didn’t see it. Soul evolution, it’s not a Darwinian thing. We created dog for this as we got more sophisticated, so they’d take on our role, and our species would be spared from evolution’s gamble. Primitive man didn’t know this. They didn’t. What a surprise dog in hand. It manifested from soul ground, the real push behind the world, and we’re lettin’ it happen where we live. Dog and boy get some good clothes, you know?
Luna gives us her view. I’m hip. Can’t take it out. You remind me now of the leaves on the tree. I don’t care. You know how chamber work. You fill it when you’re in there. When you’re comin’, you’re not too concerned about it. Excuse me sir, no way does the city reopen. I’m inclined to believe that. I just keep goin’ dog. Let me relieve that. I’m all about the bound today, kitchen sink. Mind wear a popsicle. Mind wear constantly reoccurring thought: I’m listenin’ to yah. The rise of dog, such good tidings. Now can we title this? We have correct terms. Down the beaches. We have an attachment mule. You’re just in the way. Too much affection brings fear. You’re hands are here: never lose her. Well I have a question. Is attachment always the end result of love, avoid it by backing off physical intimacy? What high Heaven you from? I wanna pet my dog. I need this and not just for affection. This was divinely arranged. I wanna talk to the divine that arranged that, not the aloof mule. The thicket, it’s in the house of thought. Grab thought by the horns. Don’t let the people go I am to confront. When you pet them your hands reinforce this. We steal Douglas alright. You guys never touch, or once in a blue moon. With Lisa, you can’t touch her, but the attachment burns you all day long. What Rottweiler eating in your mind I love that dog, I love that dog? Can we not love our dogs? You’re just not the formula to bring peace on earth. The mom packet, would they love their children? What do we do here? Do I go at room daddy? [spoken in Nitish’s voice] Take the boy skiing. Let your hands tell ‘im you love ‘im, and keep your hands free of life force by grasping him right. Don’t eat on him. You’re giving him affection. You can so easily confuse that. There’s a free and clear feeling in your brain. You’re not holdin’ your attachment. This is not a possessive article. You pet you free. They need it not you, and we’re comin’ along here to the bowels of enlightenment. You don’t grab the world as sustenance, either in your mind or in your hands. You can love dearly and not consume the other’s love. We’re calling on you to be aloof in your mind’s eye. You study God. You’re pettin’ Him. That dog is just the occasion. Now call Lisa in your mind, and you’re not calling her for your sakes. She’s bound and needs your help. Your attachment has hurt her, and you need to let go, all the while feeling her. She’s God’s child. Now can we get this straight? It’s an attitude you hold in your mind so the vital doesn’t eat, and you don’t breed attachment. This is the integral healing. This is the mainstay. Take these ingredients and go to darshan with that little boy, holding him in God’s love. [November 24th, Day of Victory] Study enlightenment, and all dogs get this special treatment. We’ve solved the moon with flesh on earth, and it feels good, doesn’t it? That’s a pretty ugly kid, need to help ‘em growin’ up. We don’t just let street dogs loose. Can we not kill them either? A facility in the neighborhood that helps them just makin’ rounds. Can every neighborhood grasp one? Take this one and spay it, that one and neuter it. That’s every street dog in the neighborhood, and we let them live in the neighborhood until they die out. We’d feed them care for them. The street’s their neighborhood, not the facility, but the hospital’s there. The one that bite, we can’t let them do that, and some just have eyes for humans. We’d adopt those. Can we get along? We can sure help street dogs. Today at 1 o’clock we have 36 minutes. That is the one to throw out the dog. I don’t think so. He cares about people. We’re friends for eight hours, as long as I’m working there, my whole shift. Panic extra, the second half, we don’t school children. This is a facility for dogs. It’s not a language lab. They visit, I mean some kids. It’s not their job to take care of the dogs. [vision of Nitish in such a facility, laying on his side crying, focus on the side of his head] For those wannabes, they can have some chores there. We need this vet to come in daily for the program. They’re there to take care of the program. They’re there to treat dogs, the strays of the neighborhood, not the pets of the people there, else they lose their time at one facility. We gotta thang goin’. It’s a hop, skip, and a jump away from a small warehouse. It doesn’t dispense medicine. See your local vet for that. We’ve got kids who clean the place. Oh do we? Those wannabes. They wanna be somebody who takes care of dogs. They’re not punished in the sun. They help out around the place. They don’t have the shoe capacity to be regular employees or run the place. I think the dog lovers here are professionals. It’s their occupation, and they get paid well, and they get scheduled right. No 12 hour work week, I mean days. Regular time off. This is all part of the plan of the functioning society we have to put together. We are on our way. You’re up on that roof, tryin’ to fly this thing. Good doctor it works. I’m mean we get goin’. You can’t get ‘em out this room. They’re a vision bundle. I’m about process and tardiness. I see in vision I give the world to care. I grapple with this everyday. You hear me speak, and these are not my words. They come from afar, spiritual vision. I’m not the author of these programs. I don’t choose what to speak. It comes upon me. It’s on me now. What flavor is this? I want to become the world everybody sees and every freedom in there. I want to hope guide you so that we all become better people. And you see this vision’s for me. I change the world on my terms, as I see the visions. The visions come through me. They deal with my stuff in world terms. I’m their lawyer. I could be a better vision. I could do a better vision, and here I am improve. On with the show.
There’s a large program we need to see immediately. Do we do somethin’ here? I felt hands press me awake. [vision of this line in the middle of a page, typed, and it sounded in voice loudly] What is the soul of Halloween? Your Rottweiler on the other side. We see the dead, and we watch them die. They grotesque in transitioning. Donny do you see this? We come together on purpose. We have to bring your Rottweiler to clover, the place of paradise. That’s her transitioning now. She’s a visual leftover. I see her the way she’s dead. This is not nice to look at. You can’t always say she’s Rottweiler. She gets all mixed up. Isn’t that the form of dog? In gross overlays. She’s morphin’ into her death form. We can’t see her, and it’s a clear certain form to look at. She’s dead. I don’t know how to look at her— strange form. She comes up to you all the time in the image of dream. I don’t think you grasp her yet. You’re lookin’ for her. I don’t know how we come together. We just keep tryin’. It’s okay, she sees you. Then why can’t we open to each other? This is comin’. You must continue. I have so many questions about her state. I wanna know if she’s cared for. She’s a little dog. I think she gets a warm hand sometimes. She’s met some kind souls. She’s comin’ for you. It’s just a matter of time. Keep her in your sights. She’s comin’. Okay I’ve said my piece on the division of dogs, the real live orchestra. It’s a different kind of dog we humanize. It’s not an arbitrary every one. You can see their self-awareness. It’s not the way they lick themselves. They’re lookin’ at the world they’re so aware of their place in it, and that smarts. Their dog day has begun, and they know there’s more to it than that.
Turn down that Adam. [vision of the number 7 as though it’s as small as an atom] I’ve got a kid needs some shoes. He’s 13, will be 11 next month. Wow is he growin’ fast. Any faster he’ll be 12. A legalistic childhood, that’s not happenin’. Your imagination just runs wild. I handle him. I don’t think rules rule the show. He wears freedom’s wings.
He occupies the center of the room, and I listen to him all the time. He gets away with murder. If he did anything wrong that would be terrible. This is a good sweet kid. I dote on him. He has me in hand. We just go round and round about that. I don’t care I let my ego down for him. This is not paper mâché. Now it’s invoice. He needs to know he’s expensive.
He’s not a little kid anymore, and the changes happen everyday. I just go with the flow, but I’m faced with a dilemma. The world’s not going to dote on him like me. He has to get social wings. He has to have the right equipment. I think we start with everyday. I don’t wait on you hand and foot. You can reach the sugar now. You know how to boil water. You can be interrupted by your own needs. I mean get up out of that chair and do them, just the little tasks your small hands can manage. You can’t bake bread. Oh me? Unless I’m sick I’ll do it myself.
We’re just makin’ that daily turn. You have been an infant in my care, the small child, and I did everything for you. We’re almost finished with that. Look I really love yah kid. I’m into helping you survive. It’s a hostile world out there, no Disney Land. The best thing I can teach you is to teach yourself. This is not hard on the rocks. I’m still gonna baby you when you got those little boy blues. I’m very attuned to you. You’re my other half.
Okay grow up, I really understand we do that slowly. I’m here to hold your hand, but I’m not here to tie your shoe, or take in your music in my silent room. I dwell there. You don’t seem to know that. I don’t like war games in my living room. Machine gunfire cringes me. Now you like society with yah all the time. It sings to you its mores, blasts them apart in video games, and you’ve put both together now— a soundtrack to your gameplay. You know I object. Okay you’ve put on Mr. Beast to appease me. You know I like his show, but honestly, I druther have quiet in my room. I don’t know how to teach you quiet. You’re so hooked in I think you’ve lost your mind. It’s an electronic media. Can’t you see you’re hooked?
Sadhana, where does this meet you? I don’t know how strong it must be, but I think we’re growin’ into it if I wanna give you the best in life. Where do we begin? You are so entertained. I can’t fly this. This is an attack. You’re made to feel at home in wars. You think relationship’s on YouTube. You don’t like your outer reality. It’s not hyped with music, the Seinfeld of drama, and here you are a robot, a zombie, the catcher in the game, the intelligent boy. This is horrible music. I don’t know how to daddy you. Time schedules, rules, do we need them?
I have to hold your hand. I think you’d pick flowers if there were a bomb. You have no idea the value of time. You don’t know how to work. You just sit there and play. School’s the counterpart to this, and I wouldn’t want it to rule you. It’s worse than video games. It teaches you all the wrong stuff. Everybody’s bad word. Give me the answers, horrible feelings. It’s not where I want you to grow up.
I swear baby come here. [vision of letting two of our dogs come into the room, they happy and wagging their tails jaunting on in] We haven’t waited for it all to go by before we swam. We have waded every bit in the wake of the whole. [this and above line came at the end of a dream where I was in a boat and watching from the back of it as some kids I knew jumped into the bay, bouncing up and down in the water on the wake of the boat] Did you get that? It’s Whitney Houston all over again, I think the greatest love of all. You know what she means. How do we humble ourselves and do it? It’s not every minute playin’ with that kid. Look kid. I think he has come chores to do. Do we include him in them? He’s always watching a stagnant video. You don’t get him out of that chair. It’s self-love with him, every breaking time. Not what he truly needs. Damages his brain stuck in his chair all day. The Mother’s tryin’ to get him outta that chair, outta the house.
Every lighthouse is good seein’ from a distance. Let him have it, like he would bring a will with us on our dog walks. He can just go test the world out on his bicycle. The neighborhood kid thing ain’t happenin’. Yeah, you’re right. He can’t play in the street. Well there is the gym, and you’ve equipped a room to do that with the weapons. That’s just started, and he loves it in there. It’s your name we’re tryin’ to get yah to say. Bite it and kick it on the wrong address. That’s social media.
Now who’s playin’ cars? Can he not play? Doesn’t play enough. May I help you, may I help you? That’s a game card. Alright UNO let’s go to reach. Parental Monopoly’s a nightmare, but look how happy it makes your kid. Oh God Risk! I’m just goin’ with the games in the room. We can get more complicated outside, doin’ some mini nature collection, pressin’ flowers so they stand the test of time, and go on long walks to an imaginary noon. We’re pressed for time, hum together a hundred and eighty degrees from ship to sail. Can I help you? Yeah help me cook. Cut some potatoes. You know I clean house. I’ll sweep you mop how about that?
Oh I’m sorry, you have to work. Can’t always be friends with the house. Poetry module needs movin’. Now here’s where you touch base. Enough! Captain, inwards. And what is that boy doin’? Leavin’ you alone. This has been the module all along. We go on technology, he’s a spearpoint, just can’t seem to find the time to leave me alone, and he bothers me. Look, I gotta get this posted. This is the command time and that an understatement. Typed up a poem with headphones on, and you gotta get it posted. I didn’t see one— that boy on his armchair. This is what you teach him to do, study you. I heard a noise. A thought came in. The poem it got scratched. I’m really tryin’ to do my best here.
Wait a minute, and that boy does, until he sees you’re out of the zone. What teaches him this? Politeness. I don’t think we throw stones. You’re catering the ability it all rings. Swamp in his head, you don’t want that master, and you gotta get ‘im to think on his own, and media don’t determine that. He could sit next to you, some comfortable back straight, and he could go to town on thought while you meditate. Alright kid we’re gonna do this and that’s it. Oh man. Now let’s go barefoot, and he learns not to think. Short periods all, and we ground ourselves. Look kid you’re just gonna do this. You can tell that kid what to do. It’s his place in life. They’re hardwired for that. Aren’t you kid?
Take some time to work out these modules. He’ll resist. You’re firm but kind. You just love that little boy to death. He’s not a softball. You can be firm with him. You respect his comfort zone too much. He needs to be tested, tried, and true. He’s growin’ up for God’s sake. He’s not a little boy anymore, or he’s not that exactly. He’s gettin’ some independent shoes. He’s puttin’ on the world. He’s becoming himself in the mirror. That’s your doin’. You’ve accelerated his growth constantly challenging him with ideas, pushing him towards his hidden sun, testing his clarity. You’re intense to be with, and you push everybody. You’ve growed that little boy up to see the world in things, to know God is there, and you’ve showed him enlightenment, Supermind and the Supreme, and you get on with his soul, and you’ve done that in the joys of life, taking him to school. You’ve really got this concept in him of the world is bigger than the show, and I think he surprises everyone how he understands the world. You’re not workin’ with raw clay. He’s an accelerated son of a gun. The raw material’s in his attitude, and that’s what we’re workin’ on now, a pilot program, something real.
Just look like a human body divine that’s not cleared his room. That boy needs tall tales. That boy knows he’s giving birth to his divinity, but he doesn’t know what that means yet. You have to show ‘im, and that’s painstaking. You have to hold yourself to the divine. He’ll respect that, and you’ve got a child with him now he don’t respect. Onion told me to bring this in to you, okay? [spoken in the voice of Varon, five] He’s really messed up here. Find out his impact on his little brother the rest of his life. He’s got to be good to him. What can we do here? Make him see. And we continue with this everyday.
I’ve got a neutral causing line. It’s apparent. Enhance. Make that the see, and you’ll rub off on him all the right ingredients. This is liftin’ the room. You’ve got it working for you now. Everyday to show. He’s not as delicate as you think. Something important, you take him to task, firmly, smoothy, and with a whole lotta love. What are you waiting for? [heard sung by Ellie Goulding, “Love Me Like You Do”] You with Me?
We’re working for every man and woman who send they’re on the truth. Judgemental entities, we have to see that before. They only care about that kid, or at least they think they do. You’re a shadow report. They just want you out of the picture. Nobody’s sayin’ they’re smart here. You’re a friendship with the divine. I understand talking I need you to listen that’s all. This is evolving Sanskrit, letting language lose its borders. Did you know what it feels like to drown? And there I am to help you. You need limits, guidelines. They can’t restrict you in your evolution. I know this plan, okay? I’m all about it. It’s calmer than we know. I’m putting these shoes on you. They rub blisters sometimes there’s so much resistance. They hurt your feet. It’s okay we do it anyway. I’m not there a judge in the sky but an Alpha friend. Open.
You’re not enough by yourself. You need Me to guide you. Come on with that kid. It’s time to grow him up now. Put lessons on him that socialize him in the room in a manner befitting his patience. We need him. He’s got plans for Us in the future. Don’t let him down. Develop him. Be there with him. Teach him how to love himself so he will not get in the way of others. How doin’? Gettin’ heard of. Now, let’s fly. On your mark, get set, go.
Punishment reveals itself as statistics. Who can say it works? Grabbed the day by a hayride. I didn’t punish that kid. I saw him along. This is active parenting. We got along, and it wasn’t that he agreed. I spent time with him you do this you do that, explained things. He’s still didn’t agree, but he did them. You can turn off the music if they’re stubborn. Then you take them and ring their neck. That’s an out loud statement. You know who that’s from don’t you? They always incite violence. That’s the tail you have to cross to get to that kid: you control yourself. What does violence do to them? Make them worse.
I judge him fit for a king. To take his crown defeats him. I don’t want that little boy defeated. Well we took his phone away. We didn’t keep it long. We let him get up and comply and get it back. There are no rude handles here. Patience runs the thing. I’m not a disciplinarian. That kid runs all over me. There’s no toll taken I’m afraid. I love ‘im like the dickens. We go together. Come on let’s go. We’ve got a poem to cross.
The muse is art. I thinks that a person can really get a mouthful here. Just open your eyes and swim. Damn, it’s a hardhat. I don’t how you move along. I think you get meaning in doses. Meaning in doses, what? You just take it slowly. Meaning will reveal the line. Alright I’ll give you the scent. You’ve got to capture the moon. This poem is Heaven sent. You just hear about kids, but the divine is talkin’ to you. This is not beat up children. It’s easy with them, like they deserve to smile. It’s got instructions for divinity kids. You heard me. We grow God in our children, and one day this breaks out in humanity, and we are divine on earth.
Now it’s happenin’ on the inside. No light of day yet. We’re just breathin’ enlightenment and some soul change. No divinity to speak of yet. That’s gonna take a long time. It’s a supramental change. We raise the human race this way. Here, a poetry guidebook. What actions about words are done? Who does it? The lead dinosaur. That dinosaur’s of old, and old sin on the world soul. That leader’s helping out. You were falling out. Issue a clean to do sadhana, five pounds or something like that. It’s a work with children scheme. Thank you and thank you and thank you.
I’m gonna go eat. I’ve heard it with my hands. This is cultural sin. Is there anyway to change offenders? No, that’s star’s community, a soul to cross. It’s God’s doin’ and the soul charge. You just love ‘em and let ‘em do it. You know the ones that change, that you can count on. Pictures were all with words and the word’s with me, so you can understand the science behind all this text, the tie breaker. We’re goin’ somewhere. We have engines in the room that can see each other. The bottom of the line feels good, and we see ourselves in town. We are the right music. Way station, we’re talking about that has frame. Without grace no meeting on earth would happen. The gas is gonna do it, right? Picture I love you.
Is that the dynamic? We choir now. He’s so little he expands your room. Settled in myself to eat, that’s the flavor of sadhana, and we enhance. It’s an inner journey. We go for it. It’s an inner cleaving. We humble ourselves and do it. It rebounds. It grabs yah. It’s an opening you do when you’re hungry. You’re hungry for God’s touch. [“Open to God’s touch” heard during darshan in the Mother’s room, and then the muse changed it as I walked down the stairs so it fit this poem that was coming as I waited for the room darshan and went through the line in and out of her room, the most of this verse, from the eat line, coming in that quiet activity on her death day] This is the lifeline. This is sustenance. Try to prevent a fracture in sadhana, a more sustained doing might do so. I’m sure I belong there. You’re here. I don’t think we take the vital out of our room. The right vital comes out. The mystic of the flute lives on on ocean’s rainbow. [vision of an Indian-style key, the long variety, on the step of a concrete, light blue flight of stairs about two thirds up] A key, it’s hard to report their bouncing effect. You throw them away. You don’t know how to use them. You pour beer over them, vital indulgences. Now one comes. Open its window. Be there in the sky for it all active on time. [four visions, two side by side then the other two the same, of strange, colorful scenes I could not make out they happened so fast] We interrupt your dream venture to put you in touch with yourself. You don’t know yourself. I think you use a sadhana watch, and they won’t fool you. They tell it like it is. You’re out to lunch, and that other one’s over there not climbing the street right. You need each other to focus, a small sum of human beings, no more than a handful. You fit. You share similar interests. You live in close proximity. You can’t digital do this as a group come together. Get real with one another, nice and kind and polite, not tryin’ to pass up one another, not tryin’ to be mean. [vision of Lisa, my deceased Rottweiler, curled up against an urban wall in a dog ball but her head up and looking at me, sadly] Titties suck my dear. You don’t get out of them what you need. They’re not your bread and butter. They test and try you, as humans do. Romantic love is hard to motion here. I think you’re friends, deeply connected, why you come together, how you come together. You’ll recognize this in dreams. You move on one another in the friendship relationship of a dream. You’re bonded. It’s great to be together. This gets deeper. You family one another. Respect this group. Leaving it’s a soul’s choice. It’s not based on petty arguments. You will go to school together learnin’ sadhana. All your dreams come together in the group. Everyday you share them, work out meaning, time. This grows. You do this all the time. The inner relationship’s happenin’. Now you go together to sadhana central. You want to do sadhana all the time. A minute don’t go by without it. It’s your mainstay. It’s your life’s blood. It’s what’s you’re doin’ in life. You keep at it. You keep goin’. A small circle/handful of people [words spoken simultaneously] do nothing else. This is the basis of life. It’s everywhere apparent. It’s how you concentrate. It’s there all the time, always concentrating. It gathers you. It puts you in touch with yourself so you see what you’re doin’. No tellin’ where you are with yourself. It could be at the beach. It could be in metallurgy. You could be climbin’ buildins, playin’ in the street or in front of a crowd. You’re always concentratin’ whatever you do. The mind’s the game. Now what does that what you see in your mind carry, a present moment swirl? You do there concentrate. Where do you put the bubble? On higher than yourself. You’re tryin’ to reach divine. It’s the major of your focus, connection, contact. You know the divine’s right there in front of you. Keep the world relatin’ in that key, and everything you do will be fine. That’s the secret of sadhana. I’m just ruined today. Nobody knows me under. I deal out cards of bright shiny poems. It’s just a reader’s poem with no readers. Bad material I guess, or awful writing. My room is a way station and a promise. I’ll hit the right note one day. Sadhana science, how do I show this to you? Where do I go to show this to you? It’s a concentration in your head you stay clean for. If I told you about the troubles. I still go to college. I got spirits in my head and they won’t go. [heard sung by The Strumbellas, “Spirits”] You know I’m hearin’ muse. This is a dictated poem. You’re all fired up. Wanna say somethin’. It’s about the city of concentration. I think I’m learnin’ to keep the mind quiet not on external things, and that time is optimized for sadhana. These are the thoughts think about, and you go from there, put your own larger list together. What is infinity? What’s the nature of the universe? Does God care? What will lift my room? Do I get larger than time? Can I feel the feelings of another through brands of consciousness? What is the thought that stops thought? Am I showin’ you how to think? You’re up there where thought meets the sky, your husband. Do you hear that? We treasure this present moment our thought taking us skyward, and we are passive to that reach. You put the perspective on that. To those lonesome memories, you’re naked to the eternal now. Feel them that way. Now we’ll repellant. Thought gets in the way. It’s not what you wanna do all the time. You want to be clear certain purpose. That’s a way of hold your mind no words or images. Smoking the cigarette of thought, chewing it out like a stick of gum, these are brands you wear. They spend and they disease. You don’t have to think. I’m learnin’ not to. It’s so much clearer in there. When I go to sleep I’m not a crybaby. Monster in those movies. I handle sleep. I’m waking up on the hub of dreams. I try to retrieve them, or I’m writing a poem, and it continues. I spend my nights this way, in a wakeup mode going back to sleep. I get about six hours all told, seven on this night and that. My wakeup periods are long. Like I say I’m writing muse as the night bells ring, or I’m layin’ there where quiet meets my mind, pullin’ on the length of dream. That’s a sadhana sleep. It gets you in touch with the day. That’s been the content of the night, if you know how to read your dreams. Turn around and face tomorrow your dreams carry you too, and they show you yesterday to know what’s goin’ on. There’s just so much to dream, but it arms you for the day. And now you’re ready to step out into the world a sadhana-go-round. Keep it simple, keep it clean, your honeydew in the world. Behaviors lead to sadhana, or they refuse it. You’re a sadhana keeper. Always remember that. It won’t go away. Like it can never reject you. I don’t care how reprobate you are, sadhana’s there for you. It will carry you through the storm. It will clean out your act. You’ll get better because of it. Just keep goin’. Let it fill your room. Don’t shy away from it because you think it’s judging you. It is always there to pick up. It understands your needs and will help you fill them properly. It’s the intention that counts, the attitude. Keeping your mind quiet on the divine, that’s your smelling salts. It’s how you save your life. If you’re an ordinary sucker, you’ll have a harder time. You gotta get naked. You gotta take off all those clothes, get down to your primal need to fill your life with God. One episode of you are so filled, just one time and take this book with you for the rest of your life, and you will do sadhana, can’t help but to; it’s in your nature now. Everybody wants to know the nature of progress. You love people, identify with everything. You’re not a grouch or a scrooge. You’re good to be with, not demanding or mean. You listen to people. It’s not all about you. I don’t think you make people feel uncomfortable, but you do challenge them by the obvious depth you live. You call to people, not with your eyes your shoes. That means you don’t mess with them. You tend to prefer quiet comin’ to the head, not hours and hours of music or all this environmental stimuli. You like nature, raw and clean. Walks accompany your day, walks through nature where you can find it. An animal can climb aboard. You’re a big bucket of love that knows how to pour itself. This is what we know of love: rape and murder, and love’s right there with yah. No one took the sign off you need to be loved. All this spiritual growth sees that. You love everybody you come into contact with. You know what you love them for: love heals things, makes people better. I don’t think you can fake this very much. Spend some time with someone and see. Alright spiritual advanced person, let my count your love, not anything else. I wanna see yah love. I think the whole point of our spiritual shoes, we get to know love. A great big sadhana bring that out. I’m a terrible husband— this is the spiritual call. I think sometimes it walks on your soul. I don’t know how to explain this to you. You’d think all would be right with the world. You’re torn asunder. You’re made to do things you don’t like. They gravity of the situation just eats you alive. You obey the call, like I’m doin’ now. You picked the wrong time to blast a hole in my shoes. I’m a servitor of divine will. I’m servin’ everybody not sinnin’, and here I am expose myself to your wrath. You’re not a noble person. I’ve seen what you do to people. You don’t love them atall. So my head’s on the chopping block the reality poem, and here I am giving you my bread for the umpteenth time. You’d think I’d had enough by now. Anyway here it is, a poem where you can do yourself and make the world ring, even if no one hears it, and they just think the worst of you. They’re not snow that’s obvious. He seems to have a sadhana that doesn’t get any kickback in return. He doesn’t get validated except by his team. He is treated like everybody’s pariah. His sadhana circle listens to him, and others are few and far between. He’s a real human being. He got okay on the wheels/wings of his sadhana. [words spoken simultaneously] You have it now. Reader this is not brag or boast about. This is the path to divine consciousness and younger, and you’re gonna need a little younger. Open it. A lot depends on the soul change. When you’re young, and you soul mother in hospital, we’re goin’ in some shockin’ of yours. Well he quoted us all trying to see her. You look like you losing what did you lose? The ability to stay awake in dream. You can’t do that, let’s tend silly here. It’s not your job to fight the Minotaur. That your job, trigger lucidity captain this ship. God dog does that look handsome! Some fancy’s got you hooked. You’re standing on the ability to move on dreams. Just get out of here. Take your consciousness and try it out. You can go up and in from there, up to the higher consciousness, in to the soul. Try it out. See how far you get. Obstacles determine pathway, and you see what’s limiting you. You really can get there from here. Dream is a doorway where you get started to open the inner consciousness, and there your sadhana rides in its most visible form. You need this to survive. Burn out early if this is just all in your head. The inner consciousness will take you there to all the meanings you have missed, to your direction of travel, and you’ll see the divines involved with you and get into soul things. It’s your guidebook. It’s your lamp. Your teachers talk to you through there. It’s a daily dose of miracle, and it moves your sadhana along a fresh start everyday. This is the major element most sadhanas miss, and we’re callin’ on yours in league with the world. I’m sure you got questions. Begin. Alright Donny there’s a truth to tell. You’re bein’ spying on inside. The thoughts get yah. Oh she’s memorable wearin’ them thoughts. All these thoughts on God culminate in that one. When the bough breaks, [heard sung, nursery rhyme] and you enter Silent Mind. These are the memories to feel now, the character of enlightenment, regardless of your pain inside, of the happenstance of chance, the resistance futile. Go for it baby. Keep the light goin’. Don’t go to sleep. Don’t her give up on that sadhana. You have a world to change. Say the same here. We’ve got our heads out for miracles. That’s a world line. Can you show this to us sweetheart? I’ll be back in about five minutes. I’ve got tools for you. I’m gonna use them first, grow up Nitish. It’s the army in the game, and I’m a former Green Beret sergeant to show them to yah. Not so hard on the kid, but he’s gonna lesson. There’s just too much soft flesh there video game mode. Cheerio. This blog is not just to put my stuff on. My blog is clear your highway. Stop defending yourself. What? Skin spots are really east to spot. You have to come over here so I can help you. One by one they ran away from my house. Can’t figure out. I had given you really good ice cream. Her whole house was zoom zoom zoom, and you’ve got a literature there tomorrow to bring to temple. Come in.
Vilifying that like he deserves to be shot. Wait, wait, wait, you’re officially allowed to speak. He took me to pizza, I played the flute. He was now. Divine values fill my room. I’m a nut etched deep into the ground of being. You won’t find me in stores. I’m all there is. I mean there’s only one of me. I sudden. I hold mops and brooms. I clean myself first. I have everybody to think of. Do you know that? It’s hard. Everybody’s away from you. There you are, and I’m gone. You’re everybody’s baby except those who find you not. [heard sung in the voice of Joni Mitchell to tune of “Carey”, the lyrics “Oh you’re a mean ole daddy but I like you”] “The Bell Spirituality” has kicked off the game, with your husband. I am very different, a radical revolutionary. To be honest with yah, I want the halls of justice to come tumbling down, schools to close. Do it now in my ear. American justice, that’s branded in shame. It’s not like we own up to it. Do you know what shame does to a car? It humiliates it, and we have no car that gives us a good run. They’re seething with social justice, and we rape them in the halls of the system. That’s good? Now let’s go behind bars. You mean men, terrible women. Social equality here. Can we manage them? I think we just snake/choke them. [words spoken simultaneously] They’re made to feel sheep. They’re piled on one another. We’re pressing them into the ground. We want them to have bad feelings. It’s a social club. They’re down and dirty to each other. Nowhere you can run. You’re limited in your freedom to a jail cell. How’s that for size? They sting. They put you in touch with yourself so you want to kill people, rob society. How many get out and do that? They’re horrible places to eat. Their food is mixed in blood. They are encountered in shit. We can’t get them to eat good life force. It’s not there. The guards emit it, tonnes and loads of ill will. You’re just treated badly all along the line. Now let’s rape and kill shall we? I don’t think you know what you’re doin’. It’s ugly. It’s so stupid. Yet you wish this on people, either that or kill them. You think justice is done. You’ve just hamstrung society. I don’t event think you see us as a society. We’re just individuals going our own way. You pilot them with a gun. Law and order means violence. Great you say it works. Like it’s falling apart. It’s never worked, but we don’t see that. Justice is done. The victims feel better, like they’re avenged, and we tell them they have closure, don’t we press? Well what does that mean? We’ve done all the wrong things to get better. We’ve crucified someone for their sins, I mean to the upmost extent of the law, and we hate them doing it. You’re supposed to feel that way; it’s the law. Now let’s go to gun. Who has it now? And you shoot and shoot and shoot. These are healing measures? They took my son. They did this to me! Your pain is undeniable. You must be cared for, taken care of, but we’d need to remind you of your humanity. We can’t have you acting like an animal too. You got me here? What am I sayin’? It’s not society we change it’s you. Your attitudes of justice suck. You think it’s right to kill people or get rid of them, for doin’ wrong. Of course, they’ve sinned. Even if it makes it worse. Even if it doesn’t work. All the laws say so. They’re just there to break. You don’t change human nature with law. You have to go to school for that. In Saigon, good morning. These are American troops stationed in Vietnam. These are American school children in their school. Hello Vietnam! They just rust there, learning to oppress people, kill their chickens, rape their girls. We’ll shoot them if they don’t comply, burn down the village. I think I saw a rifle there, or I just wanna get mean. We oppress and we oppress and we oppress. I think I learned that in school. There’s no teaching done there on the right things in life. It’s a mind game. Let’s get our intellectual skills in order, and we don’t even do that. My what a waste school, every single hour every single day. We put our kids through deeply - harming - mechanisms, and we don’t even see it. We put the recognition on the pedophile. Can you see that? Nobody knows the reality of school. It’s a wham! bam! thank you ma’am! I’ll open it— systems of abuse. No one’s happy there, despite the location: we’re socializing kids, and that should be a happy project. They have moments of school bliss, but then a bully gets them, or they fail a test, any number of things that the bliss can’t hide, that it can’t even do away with. We make schools like a prison house of rules. This is a learning experience they’re robbed of a chance to learn. You’re not safe there. You’re put in trouble. Let’s pound a few heads, that’s school curriculum in its we need the right answer. Then? They could care less the devastating effect on children their laziness counts. There it's meat. Can you tell me what the three R’s mean to life when you don’t even know how to treat people? Let’s memorize the anatomy of a star, take our science books and cram them into our brain holes, learn the math we’ll never use, and hear the lesson of the most intricate fields in life, and we stand there rivals to one another, strangers. We just wanna get out and play. Now there’s a mode of travel. It just looks like play to us. We’re not sure of it’s taco, but we can learn that way, innovative, creative mind-posts that know how to lesson the heart and keep that animal under control the right way. I’m not tryin’ to take your freedom. I have some good things for you to eat in a background of why don’t you ask instead of take? I’m socializin’. Can we make friends? Alright corporate manager, your employees are getting the shaft. Now Julie you take the role. I think capitalism knows better if it’s taught at school, and climate change can find out, and there it is. Alright Mr. Hairy Policeman, put down the gun. Alright victim, now you take the role. You see what I’m gettin’ at. Play. We have a whole field to cover, all of life’s rooms. We can get creative, and you know we can improve school. Is that all we’re doin’? I think it’s an extremely localized concept. So much smaller matters. We can get down to business on a street block, in a farm circle, and we’re goin’ to school with neighbors, you know? A very localized concept would bring it down to science. We can get our hands on it. Spaces large enough for a small classroom, I think they’re probably preexisting. You got this big den. There’s the gym, any number of places, modified to fit need that’s all. Teachers are emissaries. They know how to spot students. Okay, you, you and you, let’s spend some time on algebra or differential equations. Can you do calculus? I think you need the science book in those holes in your head. They’re trained to spot individual learners, and that’s the secret of school. Your inner abilities are brought out. Where you’re geared in life, that’s where you go. It’s made to fit you as the group does its thing, and you’re in it. You see what I’m tryin’? This is a much better society. It works. It’s around the corner, if you can put it there. I’m seein’ it, and I’m certainly not the only one. Gotta get it in the zeitgeist, and there’s a whole lot to overcome. We have to change human beings, whole societies of them. You don’t know what I mean. They can’t be changed. It’s impossible. Well let’s drop some acid and see. Just kidding, but you know, there might be something there. Anyway how do you change a hungry man, an abused woman? That’s the formula stick out. It’s what we’ve been tryin’ to do all these years, but we didn’t know where change bring you. We just wanted better people, and all our tries make us worse. Where do we go for change? Well, a rocket poem can help. You know of all the arts, poetry puts your head on. We can sing too, or ballet, get down in every art. That’s the medium our social change. It gets the word out there in creative heartbeats. It moves you, and we begin. The right stuff, it’s the market today in a heartfelt poem. Hello there. Don’t say it— he believes it could only be said in India, anything we say. What’s the wrong with you? That’s the horrible speakin’ God. This is the dosa mavu that wants to put our crisis on the table. What’s he doing? He’s making comment. This is what control their will, I mean in a big time: etched deep into the ground of being, where we meet each other on the ground in India, is a horsefly; 9/11 happened in India. Stop wearin’ that. Your minorities don’t threaten your existence, see some master plan to unHindu everybody. The part that I played, I was tryin’ to get the world to see itself. Fact cutters, that came the other day to throw me outta my room, and I belong there, and I’m an American living in India. I’m a parent there outspoken in my room. You outta see it. You can’t be any kind of whistleblower 2022. One second. I want all rice. I want the world to end it’s regional languages rule the day. I want to believe in humanity. You got me dog? That was the doctor. Forget something. Somebody call me a monster— I’m gonna make you pay; you process the abuse of children. For one thing I wouldn’t hurt them. No, but I have a plan. Vietnam, I wanted to get into the thought good. A police car is outside. [spoken in the voice of Mithun in a vision where he’s coming in from the balcony saying that, and I’m going to see if one is] This is dangerous. Can you respect that? What’s the point of it? There you have it, a poem to change minds.
You give healing meat its substance. You’re way out there, right in the slot of truth. I don’t think anyone understands this. You’re a miracle: nobody’s touched you; all the help you get. You really show people somethin’. Most people don’t know it’s there. They’re too based in ordinary. Okay we climb mountains, keep goin’, just press on. We’re goin’ somewhere. I hoped you a-l-w-a-y-s thought me u-g-l-y, you thought me friend. [this and above line heard sung in the voice of Don Williams to tune of "You're My Best Friend"] Our best teacher, we’re talkin’ soul. Ladies and gentlemen, Think Oil. You hear soldier. Oh man you don’t stink. You’re chasin’ a good one. Okay you got the preamble. I would like soul need determine time. I want to talk on the level of soul. Where do we bring this out? Is it evident anywhere? How do we talk about soul? Do we meet it with the divine? Where’s it goin’? Where’s it come from? How long it’s been? Does it explain us? What is about soul that makes its process? Does it rule time? Where can it be found? Is it perfect? Can we touch it? How does it find us? Is that all there is? How do you add it to the program? Can we say it’s substance? How big is it? Does it search us? What are its parameters? Can we get at it? Is it Black, or would all colors fit its lifestyle? Is it here among us? When does it die? Is it our only project? How did it get here? How do we communicate with it? Does it know us as the thing that does? Is it our true nature? Is this soul a concept or a divine? And we go round and round. The soul asks more questions than it answers, but we can look at it. Can you? It’s here. I think it’s from another planet. It’s put us on. That planet’s another sphere, the reality behind reality. We are its goalkeepers. We fumble ourselves all the time. We don’t know how to do it, take soul and measure up. It’s the substantial reality behind us. It’s put itself here. I think that’s phenomenal existence. The soul is a dome phenomenal existence fits inside. It was here first. I don’t think we cant touch it with our hands. It’s not the reality we see. It’s got our backing. Where do individual souls fall in? Let’s say they’re here. This is not pepper spray. You can help put ‘im on that things might get hurt. This is the ballpark. Hello soul— this is an individual flavor of existence. It’s got cans on it. They go through time. That’s the flavors it carries around. It’s expressing your life. See the flavors? All these tunes express our life to us. So many layers to the soul. It’s a great big getaway. There’s nothin’ else to it; it’s the ground of its own being. It represents us in time, and we are representative figures of this thing called soul. We express it everyday, and our body is its leeway. A deformity, an ugliness, awful, isn’t it? You’ve needed that to get along. If you look at the world as a container, that doesn’t fit. All things are expressive of soul, even the ugliness. The world touches you there like it’s probing you. Awful, isn’ it? Keep going. This expresses you, the dynamics of this life. You’re carrying that with you for an example set. You have to learn from this example. It’s so pressing, and it’s so physical. I think everybody knows I love little boys. How ugly is that? I am one case where the focus bounced off the movie. Sure enough he was. I came to souls in the room. They were everywhere. Try fucking a soul. They don’t want you to do that. You don’t abuse a soul. You just don’t. It’s the basis of reality. It’s got bigger than life. There’s no abuse possible. Are you expressing soul when you abuse somebody? You’ve stopped doing it a soul becomes visible. We are all relating souls. They transcend time. You cannot harm them. Violation is impossible. Life is a field for the soul to work out deities. The human soul is not divine. It’s something more fundamental. It’s the substance of deity. We don’t hinder it as it brings deity to the human room. It’s expressive of deity. It helps us put that on. That’s our purpose here. Can you see the soul bringing up life? This is the arisal of everything. The substance of soul has a field to play. It’s putting on itself in ever increasing rooms. I don’t think you can touch bottom of the soul’s play. Can you imagine infinities within infinities within infinities? And here we are in our room. So much accompanies us, so much to do. Where do we go with this? Towards the substance of soul. We layer ourselves. What has made it to the surface is a little play in time, this little portion of us we so mistakenly confuse with us. It has all of us behind. My God the soul, it’s there in the room the container of existence. Jerrycans of abuse, I was the orphanage. That’s our predicament here. We’re bastard children a mommy and a daddy have left behind. We can’t see our divine parents. Divine origins allude us. We only know we’re here getting spanked by time, clusterfucked. We don’t know how to stop abusing one another. We just don’t know how to help one another. This is a horrible place. It’s a prison house. It just sucks us, and time’s got its finger up our ass. Dry, lifeless orgasms is where life meets us. We are probed. I say again we are probed. Our greatest joy can turn to pain in the happenstance of death everywhere surprises us. We are dangerous keepers. We can’t trust anyone. Real amateurish your whole monstrous tirade. No, and I like it, but I’m waking up. The policy of monsters we are bring to ourselves. Are you really waking up? Jeremiah 19:9 the most monstrous of all. Do you know what? The city didn’t rush in to defend you. I’m curios to know why it didn’t. You’re a monster. They are making names to make sense of their city. It’s purple passion not heart attack. I had a hate here with wine. This is the poison we all drink, to be to ourselves our city is good. Now are you ready for Christmas? And here comes the soul. That’s what keeps us together, keeps us from falling apart. It’s music you hear on the radio when the world had just caved in, and you know that song's talking to you everything’s gonna be okay. It’s that sudden smile you get from some perfect stranger, and it’s like a kiss from Heaven because the rain has come. It’s your mommy’s warm hands washing your tender parts not wanting anything for herself, and you are seven or eight. It’s an ice cream truck comin’ round the corner, and you have just enough for a cone. It’s the great big beautiful sun shining down on you like you mean somethin’. It’s the breeze wiping the sweat off your face, and you have just run. It’s the lovely afternoon your family sang, and you will never forget those moments. It’s your father’s satisfied hands, and you’re his little boy in them wanting so to be like papa. I’ve embroidered soul where life keeps you, and it’s good. This is the backup plan. This is our special moment. This can ride the day if we lean forward and let the soul lead. It’s all about soul, the house of life. I’m afraid the depths you have to go to find that are deeper than the world. You hear that these are possible inner journeys. You go inside, consciously, thoroughly, until you reach soul. Did you know you can find it? A conscious arm you fall into it. I think unconsciously we arrive there often, else we would die I’m afraid cut off from soul. We have to come up for air. This world is a heavy dress. We take it off in moments sublime of dreamless sleep. I bet you didn’t know that noon. In raw material sleep we can find the drop off point of matter and soul dream larger than time. We have journeyed to the soul. It’s not a substance material make. It’s the first substance of Spirit, and it’s got no bookends to it. A receptacle of our Spirit open and true, that’s the phenomenon of soul. This is the causeway. This brings us to Ourself. This brings us to the divine meeting in the room. May come some horses with some contrary will. Yeah exactly. What is adequate? Is that adequate in the fatal moment, in the fatal heartbeat here? Soul expressive of deity, that’s meaning that has us all by the horns. Cans. Go ahead drive her, drive her over. Pay attention to people. You want a soul happen so matter of fact. Now let’s come back. We have to put on soul. If you sat regular times… Bruno! You always have to watch out for Bruno. He’ll take your underwear off. You have to do a preacher’s build. You check in and withdraw. You look out, and the watch ends on visible things. You have to come together on soul. You have to see beyond life. There, it has your hand. Let it lead you now. You have to get somewhere in life. The soul is your regard. It will take you to deity. It will remove all obstacles. It’s your great ship. It’s the navigator. It comes to you in dreams and exercises the world tonight, and you can see things clearly. We help it along by being ourselves. That’s Alpha Zero, enlightenment stark. This is its great evolution path, and we are fingers of its evolution. We do not abandon us, and we help each other clearly when we come together on soul. There’s where the abuse stops. There’s where we know our promise, for it is the soul that leads us. The soul we are, the substance of ourselves leading ourselves. I’ve called on you tonight to be the witness of soul. It is bigger than leeway. It is so much bigger than time. It’s us in the ground of us. No gap, no divide, prevents it from helping us. It’s here. It is only blindness separates us from it, and check it out in a poem. You know I’ve opened your eyes. Should end right there, I’ve told you violence. I just turned and turned around and saw the soul.
The attitude will get to the truth of the problem. You think you’re crystal clear. You don’t see divine values. You don’t know what’s going on. It can’t be seen. Consciousness is at stake. You think it’s a populated city or a decentralized government. You want to get on with the plan the Mother wrote. This is hard fighting. Nobody knows for sure. The Mother spoke in parables, truth, consciousness, and all that. It’s hard to cypher. Everybody uses the words a living embodiment of human unity. Is there something there? It’s rained on. It’s a holistic plan. I don’t think you see the mechanics on paper. It’s not in her words. Catchphrases all that mean somethin’ bigger than her words. She saw it and tried to give us a framework. We don’t work with consciousness we work with ideas. This is the miracle flavor, the most elusive thing on earth, what we can’t get at with our hands, what thinking about won’t do: we need to change consciousness. Is that all? It’s so much bigger than that. It squeezes yah. It turns you inside out. It changes your whole world. You become a unity keeper. You see divine values in everything. You’re all about the divine in every road you take. You are not ordinary sing on. You value everything. God is on the horizon the thing to do. When you meet other people, you come together with yourself. This is not play along. You’re identifying it hurts. I can’t help it. There’s just so much to that other person. I see them in me. I’m not tryin’ to. I don’t have to quote the Mother. My own consciousness is quoting time as it takes off itself. You can spot the horsefly. She does, a Matrimandir quote. It’s how you know she’s false. Her network stays behind the scenes. She’s the secretary of somethin’. It’s not Auroville. She goes for Hindutva primetime. She believes in Modi. She will take you for a ride. A living embodiment of the Mother, she’s got that on, like she’s wearin’ it. She’s everywhere. The administrator on her rounds, look closely. That’s an imposter there. No one says she’s imitating the Mother, but you see her do it. When is this gonna red flag? You’re just putting her picture in some reach arm of yours, like you are devoted to her. Manifesting Auroville’s Twitter feed got the Mother. Wow, you’d think they’d see that. Now what do we do with this? Will people realize what’s going on? Will people see her for what she is? She’s here to take Auroville from itself. She has plans. The evidence is in the pudding. See what’s she doin’. She’s not helping you. She’s putting together her plan. That’s to take Auroville and Modi-fy it. You don’t see this. She’s there for that. The attack, didn’t it startle you? And yet you only defy her. When you gonna turn and face the master plan? That’s not Auroville. That’s a government-led organization putting together a city for itself. You can’t see that? We’re all about the secretary. She’s not the engines of the room. She’s so little she paints herself gorgeous/humongous. [words spoken simultaneously] Look at her many rounds with her picture taken. She doesn’t know when to quit. What are you going to do about her? I think we need to look at her first for what she is. That’s not the Mother’s emissary. You need to see this before it’s too late. I’ll see yah tomorrow, come again. Jesus, consciousness first deal. There’s somethin’ similar what would wrong do it. Completely roam around that lady’s from Blackwood. Come together. Don’t just deal around the tree. This lady’s got something for you. Wow, what is it? Help Auroville in contrary fashion. What else would wake Auroville? She’s needed to stir things up. We have to get to consciousness. It’s all around us. We have to pinpoint the city, bring it down to our terms. There’s individuals changing consciousness there. How does that happen? We need that lady. Slowly we’re gettin’ to the root of the matter. Without her it wouldn’t get done. We’re finding ourselves. We know we’re there, and do we keep goin’? That’s the whole root of the program: we are moved to proceed. Itchy, Scratchy, terrible to each other, and we continue. When’s it gonna stop? You mean The Itchy & Scratchy Show? Along midnight, and people would love to get at me. Can we come back to this? That hateful secretary will keep pushin’ her agenda. How do we stop her? We come back to ourselves in change. We see ourselves there. We come together on ourselves like a divine consciousness foray. We begin the ascent. We take high words and make them true. We put it in our hands, the way forward. Consciousness knows that, and we know the hallmarks of that high change. That’s where we meet the secretary and her shadow compartment, in our very own change. How do we lift that? Let’s wait and see. Let’s go for it, the change of consciousness ahead, to open us to what comes. That will be bigger than the secretary and any land grab. We need to be ready for what comes. Turn around. We’re grabbin’ the North Pole. Gonna have a hurricane on our back. Set me onto Tuesday and Wednesday. Well, it’s a knockout, the poem you’ve got in your hands. Is that skip it? I can’t do that. Okay Mother tell me what to do. Can I have a breather? No panic attack. You’re fine. Just keep sayin’ cheese. That’s good photography. Hate o’clock, 8 a.m., in their neck of the woods. Goddamn, they don’t know anything about you, and they think they know everything. Some show. It’s 9:30. He who sets out to harm is not a harmer himself. They’re spoken for. There’s a lot more going on with them. They’re not monsters. They’re in a cage. It’s hard for them to relate. They can do better. They’re just lifted that’s all, not ill-treated. We can name their sins, and we can bring it to public attention, directly and with force, and I’ve done just that. We don’t want to hurt them by exposing them. That is not our aim. It’s not a bucket of ill will we pour over them. We name their tune, say their subterfuge, give everybody the lowdown. It’s not fair, unless community process is at stake, unless we need to see what’s happening to community survival. Exposing someone’s sins just to get at them promotes ill will. How ironic it’s me calling out this public servant, and people can call out me. I’m not sinless. You could call me a monster if the zeitgeist guided you and not God. I am well aware of that. I’ve put my head on the chopping block for this secretary to use to counteract my claims, or her people. It’s not the same thing, but I understand your feelin. I’ve done this in goodwill, done it at the Mother’s behest. I’ve explained to you, not only accused, and I’ve put this in terms of consciousness, not let’s get ‘er. I’m not asking you to harm her. I’m showing you process to remove her, where you work on yourself to do that, if she is to leave town, and not remain with us a private citizen, when she loses power. Let the Mother do that. Let us work for change. Let’s bring this around to bear: we work on ourselves to change, not our habits, not our lifestyle. We go to the ground of consciousness and change that. That’s where we begin. That’s how we oppose this hostile takeover. That’s what you do. Wear ribbons of opposition. Let us know your stance. Get away from me, we don’t tell anyone that. I’ve given her the opportunity. Where are y’all going? Are you just gonna put me on the chopping block? Pick up now all those quotes by the Mother. In which one does she say to slay? You’re perfect now. This is your public image. I’ve gotta look for it. See here it’s not there. Did the Mother ever involve police? Did she ever call for punishment? No, she opposed their use. Madam secretary, what are you doing? You’re right in front of me. It’s land important the way I see Auroville. To do something, to land community in its galloping road. I’m not after you Ms Secretary. I’m tryin’ to change the world. A yogic see, you’re hearin’ that now. I’ve got some things we all need to see, and it’s dangerous for me, savvy? That’s a terrible tale, I’m destroyed tomorrow. That’s Hindu not to meet me there, in the compassion Jesus gave to the world. That’s Hindu precisely where it needs to change. American solution, I found Data. Let’s put ‘im in town square. Let’s go over some announcements. Did you see that demon? Of course you did. Let’s not please its antics. We don’t have to inaugurate its spite. It’s loud among us. It 3:30. Let’s get him off our back and get down to what we’re here for. Come on! Come on! [vision of Nitish on his bicycle urging me to join him on mine] Let’s work on work on the change of consciousness. It’s not gonna be easy. Let’s just eat that’s all. Mother and Sri Aurobindo have left their dynamic program. I’m in their voice. Who else would they use? Humiliated, brought to bear, made to be an instrument, I’m the Aurovillian that knows process training. See my change of consciousness ahead. Camera’s intah the program, and my photographs have life in them, you and me baby. He’s wearin’ the shawl, the seer’s mantle: all the menu is reduced to God, everything. And I love tellin’ the time like I belong there. I’m an Aurovillian. That’s my identity in this human mass, and you’ll make that official one day. I’m on my way. You’ve heard my name among you. It’s not a bright name. Now look at me. Consciousness rests for deep removal consciousness renewal. I’m workin’ on that engine. Will you hand me a wrench? Use your hammer again. You got a moment to answer simple request. I’m really aligned with you. Keep drummin’ Auroville I need you. A little bit more, and the secretary will actually believe that. Great big piece of paper, huh? Read it hopeful, and the secretary will actually read it. Now let us grow. We all need to. It still didn’t do what I’d like it to do, hit that bottom note. This is just a survey. I’ve been trying to stop representation and come out with it. I see Fred look in windows. The monster isn’t there. Wash Mithrin’s clothes. Mithrin on a change of consciousness. He’s gettin’ close to two. We can see it in his hand, language shaping forth. It’s all over the place. Thought, that big deal, is getting its engine running. They baby will be a boy shortly. Oh how nice it is to watch. He wants to see his cookin’. He’s a bright boy. Now whatta we do with you, the spiritual change, the psychic change? How far do we go with them? When is Supermind a word we use? This is almost nonexistent. There’s not a realized person among us, and who has the psychic being out in front? Can you tell me what they mean? They transform, and my how big they are. I’m counting sheep. The realized person among us, can we count ten on the globe? Can we count eight? This is a seer’s whistle. I’m not guessin’ sums. How large that is, how large that eight. Can we find them? What defines for us the change? It’s a blur. We don’t know what realized is, and we don’t know the psychic change. We don’t even know what they are. Mithrin will give us a clue. There’s a heavy person there. A funny little baby, wasn’t he just was? I’m gettin’ to the real. I’m tryin’ to show it to yah. Now how do we do this on our time? We have to get past bright words. The consciousness has to change. How far you from that Anandi, Joseba, and all the rest of you frustrated with the slow pace of things? Tell me about it. Now move. Stop talking about Auroville’s future and get down to the business of your change. That’s what we’re here for, and that’s what we’re doin’. I’m serious. That’s my mode with you. I’m here to see it through. Come on Joseba, will you at least try to see the real battle ahead? I don’t have the number of all the people we’re supposed to have, but move a city in here, and we’ve lost the battle. The ring spirituality come first. We need to ground first, for how ever long it takes to start seeing realized people among us. The battle’s with your own consciousness. That’s the right dharma armed. Let’s not get caught in politics, Anandi. Get the job done. Now it’s time to begin. Let’s go. The last consciousness. Can you believe this? We see it happen. We see a realized person among us. It will be here soon. There’s no denyin’ it’s comin’. He’s not to lead us or change our shorts. This is not guru time. There to begin the change, an individual among us. It ricochets, one person’s transformation, and soon other people are realized. This is not the way ashram’s work. We didn’t see it work in ours. Just a few got turned on, but that’s not gonna happen here. This is a different animal. The field is prepared. It’s all laid out for it to happen, the Streisand effect. We’re gatherin’ consciousness now. Soon the mix will be ready, and that person will change, a catalyst for others, no enlightened sweepstakes, but enough to start the crowd. It’s comin’, and we just have to wait and see. How much I have said today. It’s a vehicle for change. It’s got that on it, some here recently arrived blueprints. You’ll find this better than architectural plans or any number of people. Well, here we are.
An opportunity Kozar. [vision of a mean-looking person coming to a line of people and slapping someone near the front of the line so hard they fall to the ground and then doing the same to someone towards the end of the line] He didn’t quit. ‘Cause you make it, you always make it. This is not a spiritual Disney Land. This is not great, but it has awareness in it. I’m feeling the world. I’m feeling my own inadequacies. I love my dog. This is great, such warm sunshine, and my little boy, he carries my heart around on his sleeve. I carry his form around in my eyes. He’s wonderful to look at. Those are my propellers, and I love to be successful with them: that little boy gets what he needs, that Rottweiler. I measure my life by this, how successful I am with people. Do we all stand here? He’s form to look at, that one sittin’ there. It must be Himself, the divine in the room, all the way to God. This is not just some form in my head. Oh my God it’s God, tangible, real. How do I count this to you? I don’t think it’s possible. Ultra-dimensions pass on through each other and come hold hands with my life, like they know me. That street sign, it has my name on it. That t-shirt beat the impossible. See that beggar? Hump that one. And God waves at yah. It comes and goes. India is the attitude of the divine. You’re not gettin’ it. It would not be an information folder. It’s not a belief system. I’m right there. I’m not shaking like a leaf. 12 o’clock I can see divine process, and you’re saying probably the hardest thing to say: you’re meeting deity on your terms. This is not major broadcast news. Who wants to hear about it? I stand, I see, I know God. It’s not like you think, all fire and brimstone. It’s love. The patience They have can move mountains. I’m all stacked up God, individual deities in the room too. They just love yah to death. How do we measure Them? Okay I’m human, You’re divine, and let’s get this point across. Come here— like my Rottweiler I can’t say no. They hand me. It’s wonderful. Okay you can’t see Them. How do I call out to you? You’re my bro, see. They are not yet my next of kin. It’s this gulf/divide. [words spoken simultaneously] They come here in representation. Representation divides my room. I can’t bite the hand that feeds me, but it’s all aglow. What do we do with all this see? Show it to yah. You’ll deny it. You won’t like it. But the mountain has some of yah, if you’re wide awake, and God’ll think you’ll die, you can’t hold ‘im. I would take you to summer school. Hop on my bus. It’s crowded. Who will my drink companion? I’m lookin’ at an empty bus. Well here’s lookin’ at yah kid. I’m all full of deity. Why can’t I transform? Okay, I’m still in ordinary consciousness. What’s the deal? Flash floods, people just crowd me out of God. They’re my touchy-feely reality. I have to live with them. It gets bigger all the time, the living room of embodied existence, I mean the people interacting with mine. Okay, get rid of it. That’s not possible. I have to live up to you, and Douglas I do. That’s my partner. Where do we go with all this human? You can’t tell ‘em you’re out to lunch. All this density defies deity, or does it? Density of human being, can we control that? Density of human being we can get better. We can put everybody at their stations and have a crowded room to ourselves, when our very own room is impossible. I know how to do that with that boy, put him to his whatever. This takes timing and security. You have to know when to go in and realize you’re safe to do that. You’re buildin’ walls that don’t keep people out as much as you in. You see the lighter? Instructing my house, arguably a bit more busy than yours. I think the magic has to go to the transformation. We’re opening divine consciousness. It’s the deity in the room. Oh and speaking of which, for love of Rottweiler I do not control this poem. Do you know how lovely a Rottweiler is? I’m here for deity. I mean I must be. I wanna be. It’s not happenin’. They’re there for me. All the dogs burst through the door, have joined me on the bed. Oh those dogs. Now listen, I’m giving you instructions I’m gettin’. Bruno’s eating a pair of shorts. Bruno! A blow by blow poem. [actually describing events in my room as they happen] Now take this job and shove it. Can we trust divine process? It’s so large. It destroys us. Alright poet clear the room. I’m not killin’ yah. Even when it’s got our good at heart, it makes us lift the human race higher than we are every time we say the word. I’m expressive of deity. I am so expressive of human. Everything’s a divine moment you see. I can’t get over it. I’m gonna go pet my Rottweiler. There are no complications there. A reader is left wondering what to do, and you know I’m listenin’ too. Turn God into slime, or silly putty, just stay sober. I’m gonna go to every page of this diary. I’m not gonna be a fool. I’m gonna put my relations on rightly: stand back and see God, all the time. Weird Alf, take it from here. Oh no it’s terrible. You know I’m talking about mocking videos, Auroville infighting, all this irony, all these videos. Sit down. Well he has never failed on your science test. Wait his test. You’ll get caught up in something, and you’re not the angel in the room. We say nobody’s perfect. What we mean is wow, nobody’s good. Now, starting with the elementary school, we’re gonna look through that door. Where gonna look at God see there. It has a hand on your life that your dog can show you. You can put your foot down, and the dog knows you’re his master, or you can look at that tea kettle. It’s an attention grabber. Now we can go to that military tank. No it’s not aimed at us. It’s protection. How do we find God? Well I’ve given you the first number: I made a mistake. It happens to the best of us. I’m having one big relationship with the world through God. Now listen, you have to pick God up somehow. It’s not done by books and tea stories. There are no other eyes but God, and that’s half the equation. God sees even without eyes. It’s not a blind relationship. You’re all over it. You’re there in the midst. Peel back the walls. Boy double field have I done. I don’t know, a counter offensive. Take back the city of Kyiv. We’re military commanders. We’ve got to get our capitol straight. That’s the only thing holding us up for war. The military is on my side. We let the divine victory go ahead. This is major defeat for the enemy. You can’t give them soosh anymore, that sudden life force they get from bad relations. These are not human creatures. They’re the anti-divine. Fuck all this raincoat. That’s a blow off statement. I’m a pop singer. I’m going to bring you down to science. God is not cultivated clay. God is right there in your room. You can’t get nothing out of Him. You’re a pauper when it comes to purpose. You have no burning need. Notice God is there when life can’t go on without Him. This is an apple yard. I don’t think despair has you by the throat. You’re not in hell on earth. That’s another kind of find Him. You’re really restricted. There is no room for you in society. You try to keep up appearances. You can’t define yourself. You plainly see your inadequacies, and you need help. This is beyond human repair. I wonder to suicide, or I’m scarin’ to Mexico. It’s got so bad he wants to bring something back. These are the circumstances to bring God into my life. I don’t care about the double feelings. God to come in. You wanna contact with the two brothers. I pick the color O’Neill. [spoken in Douglas’ voice] Taste sweet. I think gonna sell the island. You mean he’s gonna be known by the public? Did he bite you? No he didn’t. [vision of Nitish running off a street dog with a stick, and it seemed like it bit him, but it didn’t. I’m speaking the two lines to him in the vision] There is protest. There is this one say it here, and I watch while the balloon take me. But you'd probably think it bites living in an Amish paradise. [heard sung by Weird Al, “Amish Paradise”] It was God don’t wanna tell yah. Where do we rose the poem, an Amish simplicity in Auroville? I think we’re talking to everybody. Great Thou art. No need to wear homespun clothes, get all down and dirty in fixin’ crops. You can be an urbanite, or not. Where we come simple is God. He’s the keeper of our relationships human. We look at all things through Him. Can you envision this? Now fight that crowd God in the flesh. We are only meeting ourselves. Nobody has it right in Auroville. Divine consciousness came. I think you all spit on it. Is there anyone on earth that doesn’t? Few of you. On top of Auroville divine process happens. You would not like to know I’m there. I’m sorry, this happens. An Amish simplicity round house, I’m doin’ the best I can. Could you meet me up there?
You don’t write your name because you like it. You write your name because your name. He slowly started talking. He does it, constitutes show up, and then he just grab bags them. They’re comin’. This is principle player. You’re talkin’ about everything. Expect a long, drawn out pause before they come. This is huge. Will I get kicked off the team? Almost but you bring us there, to the startling conclusion of love, and continue. A change in life’s habits, in life’s valleys, we have a little stand it moving in. Let’s eliminate fish. This is a full blown boy. He’s sharin’ a room with me, and we share a bed together, at least once a week, and we go bathe together. This since he was three. He’ll be 11 next month. We’ve grown up together. I’ve learned how to handle children in my bedroom, so they don’t freeze, and I’ve grown up right alongside him. I know he’s worthy of the attention God gives. The divine his here, the principle keeper in the room. You think I’m joking? Hear all this poetry. If that’s not proof enough, then read it. You hear him here while I write it? I mean the little boy. We go round and round about the sound down when I write, or he’s in my arms as I write, writing softly, except when I’m in bed riding sleep, alone with my poetry myself not bothered by boy. He’s the sourcebook for the poetry, for years. This is a challenge record, and I’ve lived up to the challenge, and I’ll live up to it again tomorrow night too. We share life together, and we’re in that form of union where two halves make a whole. It’s led to so much creativity. I am the background of his thoughts. He’s the background of my letters to the world. We spur together world union. This is high noon. He is not one dimensional. He can hold the world on his tongue. He can see enlightenment coming next. He knows he’s the son of God, and his dream explains the symbol. Hagrid came to him in a dream and told him. Told our Rottweiler Luna too they were sons of God. Harry Potter would be proud/shamed. [words spoken simultaneously] No one has ever read those books. No one’s ever understood those books. Can we get at divine kids growing up? How far is your divinity? Nitish is learnin’ he’s got one, he’s a divine being in the making. The dog Luna, she puts on her human first, which she did in the dream. That’s her divinity. Can I tell you stories of what this boy and I mean together? He’s here for a quickening to get at that divine element in each of us. I’m here to become normal. I will perhaps become a human being that realizes spiritual enlightenment, Wait and see. What’s you do, be the hero with what you’ve confounded human? I’m not talkin’ blister kids. I take him for a ride on the sunshine in his life. I am so open with him I give him my name. I’m giving him my dream. It’s a terrible dream. All this poetry writing stuff arrives to us from dreams. It’s a dream maker’s query, and it just won’t leave you alone. You suffer for it. You have to live up to its value. It’s got God on it. You can’t fool God. That boy has some high shoes he’s gotta grow into. I’m teaching him muse, showin’ him the ways of poetry, and that begins at first with thought. You hold the world a poet, look deeply into symbol everything. Representative, wow, we go to town on that one. A little boy is blind you say. Now can you see the world? It’s so beautiful I just guess. Oftentimes I’m lookin’, and somethin’ in the world smiles somethin’ more than the world at me. I’m in the shadow of mystery because I’m in a kid’s glow. The whole world speaks to me. It’s around me all the time I mean somehin’. I spur with this. I smile back at God with this. Thank you rainbow. Thank you thunderstorm. I’m just a guest at a party seein’ the world. I have these deep feelins inside. I can’t make them room. I don’t know what they’re there for, but they give me such a buzz. I know why a dog barks. It’s his smile on the rest of things no dog can see, and my God I love to shout that same mystery. Kid bliss you call it. You just don’t know. Poor little, stupid child: you don’t think I know what you think of me? I’m with a man you know. He is my best man, and I am his best man. I’ll give you that number. The wedding is us walking together to the engineer of life. What you doing, sayin’ I don’t belong with him? You got problems with reality? Soon I’ll be old enough to drive him to a destination. Until we become a popular notion, you would get in our way if you could. I think this is paradise. It’s so lovely inside. You just hear about it and say “Oh no.” Entertainment, he’s the surprise you thought you’d missed, the window that gave you room to breathe. I—love—this—man. That’s my destination, the direction of the poet. I’m just chicken soup, and I rust in buckets for you? Where were you the night I was born? This man was there at the hospital. He’s the reason my parents met. He’s been there all my life. I surprised everybody with his name the first time I spoke. I was so excited to see him. I had baby pants then. He's my shelter from the storm. He’s my special friend. He will always hold me and wipe the world out of my eyes when it has stung me. I knew I had it, enough patience with him to draw his meaning on my page, that little boy’s time. The Gods have given us room. The Gods have been there for us when we’ve needed their handles. It’s all in a days work on the origins of the Gods, on where they come from. I am not ashamed of him. See this ice cream and ticket place? They got made a long time ago. Remove the sexual abuse, and a man and boy’s love will look like this. It can get bigger all the time. It can help save the world. Are we wrong to do this? Are we just full of each other? You see the world in us, don’t you? If you’re too lazy to try yourself, get someone to climb for you— Leonardo da Vinci. Oh, are we lookin’ at a pederast, a young boy lover? History will never answer the question. It’s too biased against pedophiles. I’m in deep water here. Would Socrates condemn me? I don’t think Alexander the Great would. Who’s calling the shots? Shut up. Now that we’ve looked at an edifice of Western civilization, let’s tear it down. You’re jokers. You simply cannot handle reality. It enrages you. They were seven days without food. We interrupt this grocery store. Are we close to a nuclear bomb? We’re just showin’ yah the time bomb, and let’s talk about the general pedophile. He’s got this heart enemy, against himself. There’s no remedy. He’s not gonna do it, quit grabbin’ kids. Let’s take our successful at it and give it to him. Are we sure we’re successful? The boy lover’s around because of you. You are blind to sexual origins, but it will never go out of style, messin’ with your kid’s BB gun, and he’s seven or eight and can’t remember you did, but there’s no blood and confusion. The delusion’s on first. The baby’s erection is like major guilty camera. Your hand turned it on. Do you want any milk? I’ve been unpacking. I snapped ‘im out of it. You’re not gonna believe this. The road handles there a long time. I got this 10-year-old. I started putting pressure on him. Why did you do that? Slightly effeminate his was, quite possibly gay. His ear in the refrigerator. Good morning doctor. Well high softy what’s you doin’? I’m gonna determine this kid’s smile. I’m waiting for you to tell me it was very representational my hand on that gun back in his early years. We hear the non-pedophile speak. Does he speak? Not properly I’m a minority comin’ to you. There are too many factors on their land, and they’ve been told to shut up so many times. They just deal with it. I’m not gonna be able to do it, say FM. Imagination, that’s your answer to everything. You will imagine the worst of me. I’m sorry, but I don’t do that, be a bastard to this kid. Know what’s gone wrong. I’ve played hide and seek with put your milk on the camera. Puts the milk on you. Look at that little child— don’t tell me anything about freedom. You mine. What did you want to separate from my good answer? Your bad. I’m not a bad boy. You attack everything with sex. There’s a couple of really poignant movies we can look at you with. Thambi, we’re not going to rape your home with deodorant. We just want to know you’re not harmed. Literally I’ll come here: shopping window. Which understanding do I buy? So much space. I’m not used to explosive articles talking back. I’m not used to anything out of the ordinary. I can time with you. Just give me a second. That’s how we build bridges. We try. I will sell you green. That’s why you slipped on our paper. You thought purple. Smart hold we have on one another. It’s not to do us in. Can you just let us breathe, keep your armies out of this? You want that boy to grow up unashamed of you. You don’t want to be the violators of his life. Almost got it, we have a childhood together. We’re on our way to the room where you keep us in high standing. You’re seein’ it now. It’s our standing room. Where is the kid’s everyone? If you think I could answer you, that’s what I have done. We are children in my society: whatever makes him safe, as long as it doesn’t hurt his practice with life, as long as it gives him the dignity to stand up and say, “Leave me alone,” as long as it’s not against the body’s love, and that boy’s being cared for, as long as it let’s us be ourselves and doesn’t force us to comply with normalcy, as long as it’s not to suspicion you apply the benefit of the doubt, as long as it’s got us at heart, our needs, and Mr. Enforcer is not just in control. Remember what you said last night. You wanted the world free. Isn’t though, we are? I apologize. I thought you was gonna be disappointed you didn’t have to report, you didn’t have to admit, wrong action. Here I’ll give this to yah: your successor. Everybody’s lookin’ for a divine moment. Families they graft you to the tree of you stay with us boy. We’ve got to get down to our human that brings us to divinity. A group can do that, if it’s not messin’ around with time. It has a gilded purpose: get down to that human divine. We talk about it everywhere: let’s get down to business, shall we? Families just raise ships that sail on society’s waters. We need a larger society. Little bitty intimate groups can do that, research this in us and bring it around to happen. I belong to such a group. So does Nitish. We are four members human, and we can go to six if you count dogs. One’s on the other side. We go all the way to society together, on a podcast share our dreams. The boy’s not the only thing behind me. This group is my backbone. One day it will be the larger ship we sail society on, these little groups soul arranged. I don’t think you can put them together individually. They form on their own, as soul calls them, all around time. You know you have one when you dream together this ship is going somewhere. It’s all about the inner process. It’s an inner look to see if it’s there. It’s a sadhana circle/dream group. The boy and me, our relationship is in the context of that. It’s chosen in awesomeness. We shop in soul values. You’ll know it when you see it: its fruits, its way with time. I’m sorry I’ve explained beyond your poem. I’m trying to get at being human, and that’s the thing to do here, arise. You’ll fill me with smoke, camouflage my words like it’s your purpose, and try to remove me from view. We have larger purpose, and unorthodox does that when the norm rejects our larger purpose. Me and this boy love each other. We are contributors to time. We are not imposing on you a rule to follow. We just want to be accepted as the natural boundary we are. Don’t strong arm us to a bunch of nonsense. Don’t cut off our heads to satisfy yourselves we need to be controlled. I assure you you do. Human evolution is in danger in your hands. You won’t allow for variation, but could you let this one through? Now go back to sleep. I’ll call yah in the morning. Can we communicate hate? I am so in love with you I’m doin’ all this explain. Pardon me if I don’t see your divinity see. The divine in man is such a secret to unfold, any way you look at it. Come on. 19% I appreciate it. No touch about it. I didn’t deserve to die. You kill most of us. This small percentage you set free. How did I arrive at this number? A golden muse told me. I’m the number that doesn’t hurt children. Okay you ready for me? I don’t think you know how many pedophiles there are. It’s not openly admitted, but there are more of us than meets the sky. We are millions. You want to know how to handle us. Give us gatekeepers, a spokesperson or two on the pedophile's side but not a molesting pedophile. Do I have the strength? I’m your attitude: don’t shut the hell up until the world is saved! You know those climate keepers do that, but they’re not seein’ the problem: we have to be human with one another. We can’t treat anyone like dirt. They get down and dirty. Now let’s wipe pedophiles off your list as the hate receptacle for mankind. Molest that child! And we hear your hate. Dehumanize no one, and humanity comes to each of us as this spreads through society the way we treat people. An hour ago you had dreams like you were full of shit. What’s happenin’? This is just dealing with his Belfast. This is not a time measurement. It makes it so much more pertinent to what I’m showin’ you now. Why would you think this is a confession? I haven’t always been a good pedophile, and I really feel that. Now can we deal with today? I can communicate for you the utter necessity of having children and keeping them safe and warm from our energies. You just baby children, but that’s beside the point. I’m not gonna put this out there to be this little sheep begging for mercy. You’d go wild. And we’d kill you. I’m going to be as big as time. They had an apartment store. They had an apartment. We shine a light on everybody. To your places everyone, and here you’re accepting ours.