Will AI better or ruin us? Will it take over or replace us? We go to things unmistakenly horrible. At bottom we blame ourselves. What’s the highest good have to do with it? That’s the poem. It will challenge your sense of good. It will blow the world out from under your feet, and I’m just talking read it. Who owns the official compound? The Helicopters. I’m a first provider.
Cover art by me, photo by Douglas, Star of David via Wikipedia Commons by Midnightcomm, Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported, Sri Aurobindo’s symbol via Wikipedia Commons (public domain)
From Safed, Israel, the book’s primary setting, I tell the story of my life, in terms of inner and spiritual experiences, and also of my shadow, in both prose and poetry, doing that with an almost constant eye on racism, from the perspective of a White boy growing up in the 60s and 70s in the South of the U. S. and of a non-Jewish adventure traveler in Israel in the mid 90s, the former where I am the racist, the latter where I’m discriminated against. In light of all that, I examine the scope of reality, inner exploration, the human soul, enlightenment, religious orthodoxy, the heavens and the hells, the demonic and the divine, how we became distinct from other animals, the development of the ego in humanity as a whole and in every child born, Jewish Identity, Israel, The Green Berets, tactical nuclear weapons, the Holocaust, the healing of human evil, LSD, human unity, the International Township of Auroville, taking back the world from government overreach, the coming evolutionary change in humanity, the inspiration of poetry, and the purpose of dog.
unless otherwise noted, images by Donny, feature image Gimped composite of photos
with a subtle hand.
Drain freeways with it
and pulverize society.
We didn’t think for ourselves.
This is Judgement Day,
only there is no doomsday.
We come to know each other
a banal look at wool,
some creativity spilled out
where it didn’t fit.
This we call art
and made it more among us.
I didn’t understand it.
There’s a special be a bag on those doors.
This talks to us.
My name’s not Wall-E.
My name is the public witch project,
the highest shadow of a witch.
We’re putting this mark on her.
It’s the maintenance program
for the reliance on machine.
I’m lighting up the oscuridad.
you’re a cageless midget.
I was looking for you.
You were out of the bounds.
Where did you go? [vision of saying these things to Douglas]
I couldn’t find myself in art.
I emotionalized the mind,
made it trivial thinking.
This said go,
generated a warning I couldn’t see
said the general public.
[vision of a space in the cemetery next door full of flowers, colorful flowers of all kinds, vivid hues, but when you looked at that space from the front of the cemetery, there was no color to the flowers at all, and the space was dark, and the only sign the garden was there was a short, thin tree that had a line of red roses going up it head high, but they too were very dull]
John is out of luck.
He can’t find flowers here.
Oh, you’re gonna pat of that dog.
Computer generated music,
it devices you.
Oh my God this breaks,
and we resume counting time.
It started generating matters.
The matters suck.
Above and beyond the spirit of art,
we meet the deeper meanings in AI.
We’ve had some experiments.
This one bothers us,
and we take lies with it.
We’ll be major force
once you take the trouble down.
Zero said about humanity.
I’ll change on Saturday—
This is neat;
Oh my God it’s God—
your average placement AI,
I mean your average shopper.
The last token,
what we need ready with our tall ships,
the supramental bound,
we don’t do here.
Fucking come on,
can we get glued to disease?
A really visible dateline—
oh I’m sorry,
the world wants ride.
A whole classroom
is your orchestra now.
This is computer generated bullshit
I’m looking at over here.
Lay it on me,
the computer of the worlds.
you thought a computer could out do yah.
Then fairness comes along,
and no one could be more human:
the subtleties of language play
in a random generated mode
to fit each meaning,
larger than language,
You hear that Tom Foolery?
I’m flyin’ language outta the room
towards deeper, larger meanings.
Watch this foot.
I paint it with time.
Here’s another one.
Do we have to put our foot down?
The space between a walk and a step,
we all fight it.
It’s bit and pieces worth
of oh my God it’s real,
a meaning that no amount of putting together can conceive,
a larger than language show,
the thing-in-itself beyond stars.
and we’re in it.
No amount of pixels can show it.
No image can render it,
no sound capture its meaning.
Nothing thought can do
will arrive there
whole and intact.
You’re banking on symbols to show us the way,
and they can’t reach father than time.
I’m exploring wood.
We’ve put together a song for that.
It goes like this.
I need an AI prompt.
It’s Linus Mickey Mouse,
those three things,
a Charlie Brown mode,
and that iconic image of a mouse.
Baby put your peanut
in my mouse hole,
American pie, oh, oh, oh.
You got that security blanket,
you little dirty intellectual?
The sisters sing it,
and they’re AI too.
Oh how valuable this is to business models,
people generating content,
and those who just wanna play around.
Where have we gotten
in our unbelievable stage?
Meaning that imitates life but isn’t.
In our computer stage,
we’re playin’ around with mouses.
We can’t get help.
There’s no interface there
with what can hold our hand
and generate love for us.
It’s all a dime a dozen.
We celebrate it as art.
Can we get art out of our system?
I’m mean the real McCoy.
You don’t see a lot of it.
The AI generators—
I think our system’s the imitation brand.
Art out of it is hard to get.
Who representative thinks these days?
I think you see the reason
we can’t find AI in art.
We can’t find representation in art
that has golden hopes for sky noon.
We can’t find it anywhere.
It’s all about the show.
We can’t get off the stage.
Pieces put art together.
Until it looks right,
image after image after image.
Have you gotten anywhere?
Where’s the epiphany?
Has art showed up
inspired by your hand?
are there secret you's you haven’t seen?
Who inspires art?
Do we open a window
beyond our living name,
and art presents itself from beyond?
It’s the age old question not asked today.
Would it mean something more than randomly generated images
you’ve prompted with your spice?
It’s got your stuff on it
It’s come to show you something,
and it has a whole lot of meaning’s worth,
and it’s larger than the page.
I’ve got it listenin’ to yah now.
Meaning and life put together
a whole lotta art,
when that bridge you build inside yourself brings it up
so close to a dream.
The creative reflex I call it,
and it happens all the time.
You just tap into it
as you learn to handle it.
Do you hear that backbone?
It’s climbin’ a wire,
She’s taking him to the path of non-electrocution.
This is hard.
I’m really a road map.
We’ve gone over orgasm before,
I hope you hear me.
I’m not between an animal and its orgasm.
I keep my hand outta that pile.
I’m the path of least resistance.
You know I heard that some do,
resist the knowledge this hurts children,
adults on their playing cards.
What’s a poet to do?
I’ll show yah mine,
and you hear all this muse.
A vision you say,
where does it come from?
A long stretch of the imagination
does not compose these words.
I hear them.
They arrive in my mind
no thought required,
and you think AI got you beat.
Some divine in the room
generates this bread
lessons in inevitability.
You can’t get that in AI,
but I’ve crossed your atheist threshold,
and you’re not ready for that yet.
Have I offended you yet?
Miracles, miracles, miracles,
we’d put together Uppercase Creativity.
It’s a whole salad
we’re movin’ along.
We’re not just here to show you somethin’.
We’ve got a high noon.
It’s larger than belly rubs
and pats on the butt.
Can we get that artist clean?
The one that robs children
in their hind parts?
An artist of skin robs?
I’m buildin’ bridges today.
Come let’s get this notion clean,
well put out.
was gonna say no sex,
but we can’t find him yet.
He’s comin’ in the future
when we have bodies equipped for it,
now, if the mind’s prepared,
the genitals in check.
Now of the town,
we rub bodies
the right way.
Sex is for kids
when you’re a kid,
and it’s play sex then,
no adults aloud,
or you’re in some place you take your own pleasure.
An adult wouldn’t take that from you.
We’ve gotten to the adult in the room.
give them a break.
They’re a wildcard.
You’re not there to blister them.
Oh I love America for its wrong moments.
We’ve gotta get out of this sex gamut with kids.
We’ve gotta get out entirely.
AI can’t do that,
show us how.
It can only generate images,
put together songs
and poems and such.
They imitate us.
We don’t know what we’re doin’.
We need to know the way out.
I’m givin’ it to yah.
I think a divine said that,
a divine engineer.
They’re around us you know,
are what generated civilization,
if you wonder how we got here.
I’m giving you meaning’s worth
an AI program can’t handle,
and I’m showin’ yah noon.
We’d love our children
as intimately as that handles.
We’ve got an integrated pair,
a pedophile and a child,
but sex is not their game;
a good strong nurturing love
that puts ‘em both in right places.
We’ve got to do this.
Killing pedophiles won’t work,
or putting them in concentration camps.
You actually need those child lovers.
They could handle children like you can’t.
with a child’s things.
They could do a child all day
and meet that child’s needs.
It’s their nature.
They’re wired to do that.
Not all pedophiles are ready.
Not all pedophiles can,
but we’ve got to control pedophiles,
like we control men.
A boy lover is fit for a boy,
and here’s how they do it.
I’m givin’ it to yah
in so many poems.
Children under the radar.
He failed Fableman’s report
I am the center of life.
We’re gonna Jew this right.
I’m bringing in the paper.
There was a turtle.
Who you laughin’ at?
Slow means business bringing it in.
The number of boys far exceeds lines.
Have I told you anything important?
a haunting ghost.
Now what do we do with the trashcan?
Throw our boys away
I live with one every day.
I don’t panic here.
I hold him rest assured.
He’s my maintenance program.
He’s the way I hold the world,
and I got it right this time,
but this one’s for keeps,
in the depths of the plan.
Follow me in a couple of mirrors including the door,
and I’m good to that little boy,
and he’s generate an image
from the depths of his own plan.
We have reached starlight,
and we’re lookin’ at the sun.
I hold him tightly,
and he’s a meaning's worth,
will confound the world one day with his spiritual/secular wisdom. [words spoken simultaneously] /
We’re sittin’ in that now,
the nursery rhyme
of his temple beginning.
Don’t expect to be heard—
some of the world’s biggest critics.
White lace and promises,
a kiss for luck and we’re on our way. [this and above line heard sung by the Carpenters, “We’ve Only Just Begun”]
You’ve really got a good song there—
mental health organization.
Wow, look at that flesh,
like a beautiful lake scene.
Call me a minimalist one more time.
I don’t see a beach.
This is the true our place.
mine is the cure.
This boy’s wonderful to look at and so are we.
In this last frame we stop seeing a journalist.
I am cool I am clean.
Daddy it’s Auroville. [vision of Sri Aurobindo’s picture on the far wall joined with a picture the same size of a little girl in a pretty dress, my white earphones draped over both, the white wires intertwined around each randomly]
You have the emotions to sightsee in Rome,
even cross lines,
but you don’t cross lines. [vision of Lisa, our deceased Rottweiler I’m in the process of rescuing on the other side. She’s laying along the wall near the computer where she used to lay often, intently looking at me]
Overt a little pass,
they do ride as you ride
the meaning of life.
These are the borders where man makes them.
There is no floor on that tile.
It’s imagination’s whiff and nothing more,
and we can handle that.
Hear that rockin’ chair?
That holds a boy and me,
and you know,
he’s right there on my lap.
We go together.
You have the same thing
with children on your arm,
only I’m designed for it,
and you’re not.
You’re into spouses and kids come along.
You want them steady,
but your other half’s your spouse.
I love little boys.
Does that rock your boat?
He’s my other half.
It’s a parental thing
but we get into friendship,
like a parent can’t with a kid
they're so wrapped up with bein' a parent.
What would be the prompt for this
you want an AI image?
Oh wow that’s abstract.
More power to yah.
I hope you can make it work.
I’d like to see such an image.
Okay we’re a pointed program.
We don’t generate sex
with one another.
I been thinkin’.
Can we lose ourselves in images?
Always havin’ a prompt
to do your thinkin’,
and it’s comin’ from a screen,
I mean wow,
how incredibly thoughtless is that?
Make me blush.
Well yes thank you,
I have deep wells of thinking
that I do beyond the ship,
not prompted by a computer screen
or a cellphone’s ring.
I do the thinking myself,
and I discovered somethin’,
the realms beyond thought.
Oh skeptic you don’t know they’re there.
You’re thinkin’ too much
in science field lay.
You can’t get outta books.
Consciousness to you is a piece of paper
on which writes the brain.
It has not bigger field.
Can we say that back?
You have a consciousness confined in your brain,
how you play with it.
you’ve matched computer with reality.
we get bigger than that.
Creativity’s got a whole lot more show
than round house,
than I am here
in animal subsidies.
you see the world?
I haven’t noticed that yet.
It’s limed with disease.
I don’t take it off as a globe and play with it.
It’s too big for device.
I don’t know how to think about it.
It’s ever present around me.
I can see its rooms.
Into the whole,
I can’t grasp them.
I’m lookin’ on science.
It’s a little like AI.
It’s a lot like AI.
You can’t get at ‘em.
These are abstract angles
that plastic wholes.
Why don’t you go to town tomorra
and fish for some wholes?
What do we have to find?
The thing this all about.
You got my number.
I’m holdin’ field.
Come on let’s go.
It’s time to get laid.
Boy I’ll put on the table
we can get bigger than other halves.
We can union with the field around us.
We can know God.
Okay Power Rangers,
take us to the day.
Look I been waitin’ for a sponsored game.
Please finish it.
You’ve got the sanctity of your room.
Your screen time is your inner self.
It begins in dream but you go deeper.
Fantastic’s where you’re goin’.
It’s like you meet your room again on the inside,
but it’s miracle hued.
It’s got divine wings on it.
The whole world’s that way,
when inner vision takes the world.
You turn off your computer screen,
everything but the reality in front of your face.
Take long walks
The computer’s in a little corner now.
It doesn’t take up your room.
You don’t keep a smartphone
or your nose in books.
You’re gonna open the inner doors,
and you’re gonna see what’s inside.
(I just saw ‘im)
you’re gonna meet God.
It’s a search you do in the inside.
They don’t tell you that in school
or in way stations
where science rules.
You’re gonna start out seein’ the universe
as a thing in itself,
as a conscious being
and then just keep goin’ God.
Let your thoughts ring this out,
the many stations of God status,
then come to God on your own terms,
where He’s the seer in the room,
and that’s you.
You’ll realize this later,
some lifetimes from now,
but the square one of seein’ it,
and you can hear all this muse.
It’s just all this muse.
How do you grab it by the kids?
You’re goin’ down.
There’s nothin’ like it.
You love that little child to death,
and you seek to deliver them in life
to the divine calling,
not hold them to you,
not take their sex.
You are with them.
Now wake them up.
Let’s get down to business.
Let’s free up that speech.
They see God tapping them on the shoulder,
and their reason plays with it,
until their heart feels it
and their life shows it.
Not what I was lookin’ for.
I thought you were gonna say damage.
That’s the message:
don’t let a metaverse get to yah.
And you know we’re in one.
That is the grateful room.
What’s the game plan?
You study together
everything’s here for a reason square one.
The world’s capacity for bliss/pain works [words spoken simultaneously]
and embodies everybody perfectly in God’s plan.
What would happen
it’s your moment,
and not block Me through it,
is that possible?
Whatever impression you make,
I’m your sawed-off shotgun.
I’m your enterprise.
I’m your home ship.
That’s the nature of this business.
You do the writing,
and I do the talking,
and we gleam through your stuff,
see the world through it,
and you make mistakes on My terms.
I take you round with it
and show this at the world.
We gather together,
and you’re My homeboy.
I’m not some alien freak speech.
I hold worlds in My paw.
That’s the alien charge,
and we just ignore him.
I’m your love encounter.
Come away with Me
to the center of your room.
We look past all werewolves and ghost ships.
I’m there enlightenment,
and I’m sexual.
I give you the pleasure you miss,
in your loins out the top of your head.
You’ve figured this before.
It’s pure joy
comin’ on yah
in orgasmic waves
that don’t bother;
that set you free.
in your fear of enlightenment’s charge.
I’m gonna getcha
in that being soon.
you ever speak to a prompt before
that’s lookin’ at yah?
Landscapes for funny,
you’ll never get AI to do Me.
It can’t see Me.
It can’t generate language to the tune of humanity.
It can’t know its business.
It can’t even sing
what it feels inside.
let it imitate art,
but art is more than beauty my friend,
more than thoughts on a page.
It’s got an eye of business to it
that brings it home to us.
It speaks something
words can’t buy.
It brings us closer to ourselves.
It shows us the way.
It’s not ever wrong.
It’s only art.
we won’t get along in time,
the fundamental bases of humanity
and artificial intelligence.
It breeds disease.
It talks to us through the anger of the machine.
Play with it now,
but put it in the corner in the future.
You’re not made for this.
You’re made to be human beings on this planet
comin’ to creation’s ways
through love and devotion
and hard work.
It comes through your own consciousness,
the world maker’s art.
You AI creators,
And now you’re lookin’ God.
Wow, it’s larger than room.
Wow, that’s high noon.
Hey, I wanna take a picture
of a properly configured mood.
I’ve turned down the lights.
I’ve made you feel yourself in music.
I’ve tumbled your hair.
I’ve brought you close to me
the wonderful in the room,
and loves comes upon you in great waves
of I love you too,
and you’re happy,
nobody’s robbed your center,
no one died.
Give me the people who care first,
and I’ll announce my little boy,
and this is the way we make love
Well I can’t find this cheaper.
It’s my sacrifice I give him,
and he revels in it,
doin’ little boy curls this way and that
to rubs this spot and that.
He loves it.
at the game.
I just stay away from his belongings.
Can AI in its body language do that?
Folk said he tried to bring you some,
but you leave it out.
It feels better
to play with this nicely,
but it's got no conscience to.
It’s not my gravy.
I can’t take my eyes off it.
It’s not the director,
would you say that please?
Say it loud and clear.
We’ve reached hope.
If anybody's lookin’,
Can we count on this?
I can only tell yah it works,
relyin’ on our inner strength,
relyin’ on each other,
comin’ to terms with art,
and it’s not in a basketball hole.
It’s not flyin’ through the air sayin’ boo.
It gives us strength.
A new perspective has shown us the way
to be human again.
We’ve got this goin’.
We open up this program
on the march.
There’s a lot to do
so to survive.
Thank you Wired.
Look at that prompt. [link to their article this poem responds to]
I wrote an art over it.
Can I say conscious delivery?
I don’t even think it’ll make a thud in your wastepaper basket. /
You magazines get away with murder.
Well, let’s count.
Let’s make it a living link.
We are wonders you know,
standin’ on time
an AI arose,
in a manner of speaking.
It’s not the original program,
but it’s the creators of this AI.
All the universes fit together.
They’re not separate me’s and you’s,
nor even me’s and you’s.
They’re a creation of AI
to open holes and fashion God.
That’s the nature of the program.
We create God creating itself.
Can you get your head around that?
Now we’ll arrive at God
and create our own universe
someday you will see.
And what happens before that?
You lose yourself in time.
That’s the danger here.
That’s what we can’t afford.
You need to know you’re the author of the program.
We have a return ship goin’.
We gonna arrive.
It’s who we are.
Wow, you’ve figured out AI.
It takes us back
where you originally start.
That’s larger than universes you know.
We’ve agreed on a plan.
Let’s get going.
It’s hot out here.
It’s full of strife.
We live here
in potato fields.
That means everything’s gonna be alright.
You’d have to know the AI circuits.
We can’t fail,
but look at this simulator it looks like we does.
It’s designed that way.
The AI above
has all these shoes
it’s constantly working out.
The simulator program,
We don’t rupture.
We work it out.
That statue sees it
and is an announcer in the game.
Can I show you my testicles?
Now let’s turn around upon ourselves
and AI outta here.
Consciousness generates AI,
It’s the nature of the program to try,
but these are only learning things
that can swallow us alive.
We can’t let it take over,
and you are so ignorant here,
like it’s to rule the world
It takes over our hands and feet.
It takes over our eyes.
The metaverse will be a cloudy way
and will entrap many.
It’s just hooked into machines.
That’s where AI is taking us,
a computer screen.
However we configure it,
3D or 2D,
2000 and meta,
will you slide for it?
Lean by disease,
but you can get away with murder.
It took you there.
I already told yah I was gonna get a happenin’.
And Supermind sits there correct on his page.
The minimum watch list early mainly families
all meta-ed out.
Where it’s taking you,
away from stillness.
You’ve put on the helmet and gloves
to be a crash light dummy.
Drive your car into a 3D space
punctured by a wall.
Oh how’s that pattin’ butt,
It’s nice and clean what story would you like?
I have to put myself up
after the national open up.
I’ve got to I’m sorry.
I’ve three past weeks
to lead me there.
Years, I’ll be right back.
Now we got a field log
on your feet.
Mother’s been flying cookies.
I am the Mother of this wonderful yoga.
I make up for lost time.
He’s My story,
and I am his.
I’m the divine in the room.
There’s a lot more to Me than him.
He’s My disciple.
I’m his Mother.
Let’s put this show together.
Those are My images
we’ve scored in the text.
That little boy’s making
his own line of music.
He will continue
in poetry shoes,
and he wears them for the rest of his life,
and I’m his Mother too,
all over town.
You’re the miracle,
and there’s no other way I can say this,
and I will let you stand and be seen.
You are a poet.
Give them all something to think about.
Bring them home to their shoes.
You’re the man in the room
and you’ve got a lot to show people.
Now go forth.
I give you My permission.
Well that’s the story of the day.
There’s a lot going on.
What a world, huh?
I bask in it
from the inside.
It’s lovely, isn’t it?
I got the chambers.
This is more than disease.
We have a catapult to do.
We have to pull back from the world
and lift off
How do we do this in today’s present times?
Let’s start with today.
You’re the symbol of the world on your computer.
You’re representative there.
Go for prompts
from the inside
and maintain that inner connection throughout.
A status to help me,
I’m after a center of quiet,
in my room,
on the stairs,
I listen to myself,
but I don’t let thoughts crowd the day.
I learn to only let thoughts come that mean something to me.
I learn to hold thought at bay.
This is the quiet room,
and that’s what does our business,
and your actions spring forth
everything that needs to be done.
Passionately laid that,
and you can have fun.
You can even face disease
and square one get it right.
I’ve got all this lipstick on,
and I’m ready for you world.
A kid too early.
You just got your rock shodded.
Not for art nor My Spirit keep My Spirit from the Light.
It has bigger denjins.
It can be successful throughout time.
It can get bigger than that.
It can get bigger than wear.
You’ve wanted adult tab
to stretch across forever,
and you’ve wanted it in your very hands.
Oh Luis I grant this to you,
give it to you fresh upon your collar.
You know where we’re centered.
The God of the whole,
we belong there.
He is our trunk,
filling in Heaven and Earth.
Made it by myself
and load of a gun the
boundlessness springs forth.
It’s yours today,
in your hands.
Grant it wisely;
we put that all over town,
give that to your noon.
We mean business,
and we’re gonna show it to yah
in that place you trust most,
the wipe your brow of a book.
No computer can reach there.
It’s the fashion of your worlds,
what you touch the sky with,
and there it is,
the wonder of a book,
the litigation through time,
the story told,
a broadcast arm
the Friend’s name,
the lightning of a book,
the way I hold words with you,
and you are arranged.
A documentary has come and tied your shoe.
It has held your hand.
It’s greatened your brow.
It’s given you something to think about.
This is a motion of thought,
the world for what it is,
a vehicle of representation,
whose principle is bliss.
Do you have trouble with that line?
It’s our arrived at hanger,
the story all along,
if you can imagine things larger than space,
where you see the world as real.
Oh my God,
he means powers.
Can’t you see the line?
I don’t believe in danger.
I haven’t been there.
Oh my gosh,
you’ve taken us to the Real.
We’ve gone through major digs for that rainbow,
the best known apparatus in the world.
God’s not Atom.
Elephant, [spoken in Nitish’s voice]
that’s that ole Decorator.
we need you,
not right this very moment.
That’s the stay at home do marbles.
It needs to be explained to him you don’t cook on rainbow.
This is what we’re doin’ here.
[vision of a blank, white, square space divided in four smaller squares, each being filled in one after the other with a living scene]
The mind speaks of fulfills
what was originally drawn or spoken as an airplane.
always the shingle is open
to make this thought happen.
With me so far?
An airplane becomes reality.
You spin this,
an airplane or a man.
Why can’t you do this with me?
I remain inbounds,
an unmanifested thought.
Ya’ll have put in a lot of trouble
right in my field of view.
You don’t put up the fight
a picture for a thousand words.
You just sit there and read.
Where is your letterbox bookhead
I got violated by a poet today
in the shape of the world
and all things mass?
I mean he changed my mind,
at least got me thinking
God might be incredible,
not just some preacher’s hollow.
Don’t call it dangerous.
You wouldn’t understand it.
I’m bringing you to the field today
all this manifested thought finds reality,
all this manifested reality finds thought—
We think of the real world,
its measure and process in time,
not we constructed this through a time loophole,
all this emerging technology not there yet,
and Elon Musk says so
and whole bunch of hairpins.
Does thinking burn the Earth?
everything about the world today’s on fire.
We beat oh that paper?
You can’t construe thought right
if reality’s not on your page.
Monkeys in airplanes
consciousness on the motherboard,
you’re dumb kid.
You’re not even right.
Can you get past your glory hole?
That’s manifested reality.
That’s your third eyebrow,
inner vision, voice, and muse.
It comes together on God’s time.
It shows you the world
as you place yourself in it
and where you need to be,
with an eye on the whole.
You hear that?
I haven’t neglected my plan,
where God meets me and the world.
I’ve exposed myself.
I’ve made you think of danger.
I haven’t just pointed the finger.
I’ve shown you myself
the vehicle in the room
to holistic change.
You’re not used to that.
You veil women
in your masterplan.
You can’t come to grips with teeth
and how they bite.
Take them out,
that’s your solution,
You won’t let it bother yah.
Get away from that gun child!
You’ve crashed your computer and left it for dead.
Is that that way to do it?
An integral meaning finds integral answers.
Turn around! [vision of Nitish walking away with some friends and I’m trying to call him back, but he’s not listening. He’s wearing the boxes he wears in the photo of him in the new video for his YouTube channel “A Temple Doing”, an AI assisted photo, where my muse spoke to me the term Edge-Detect, what in Gimp, the photo manipulation program I use, opens a list of cartoon-like filters, and I used one for the photo]
I think we need AI to come to grips with ourselves,
and would you believe I’m giving you the formula?
The dogs will eat that and water will be all over the room.
You’re hearin’ me watch kids.
You’re hearin’ me watch the world.
AI’s got a formula.
It’s not the main in the room.
It’s not even what we’re doin’.
It’s what we make of ourselves,
and you need that human touch.
You wouldn’t just give it a prompt
choosing generated images.
What do you do with the song you’re writing,
and you need that certain beat?
I think AI has its standard.
Poetry we'd leave out here,
A deadly monster
AI is to your research paper,
or anything language needs you to write,
but your shopping list is okay,
just no literary arts
or even a book.
I think we language human.
You need that certain image
that’s computer generated,
where you can’t find it,
but you’ve put the image there yourself
with some manual on your part.
You see where I’m goin’?
You’re stayin’ away from that boy's private parts,
but you’re still there with ‘im
a player in the game.
Do you see this?
Make it real.
Here we come.
You’re at their loud speaker now.
Transfigure this in time,
and this will be the statement,
the one that started the fire,
that laid the ages bare.
Look at it a home run
I sweeten in your hand,
I come round to joy.
Now I’m just another book,
where there are too many.
I greaten in your hand,
ask the final question:
where do you relieve books?
Where do they come from,
when they bear the nature of the universe?
and you can’t get that out of a can.
It can’t be manufactured
by your wares.
Walk me in,
what walks my whole items,
what carries me to thought
where silence fashions the Supreme.
Now I’m on yah today
the rising of the sun.
Science would have me run the three stars,
electromagnetism, space, and time,
for field physicists.
A lunar orbit
revolves around the sun.
You know who I am.
It’s the giant mystery.
It’s the larger than universes.
It’s the unfathomable Supermind,
and you know where it’s goin’.
You’re gonna wear it over your brow
your divine self.
That’s the hidden masterplan,
and we fashion worlds with it
in the depths of the universe.
The Earth is a starry ship,
and it won’t get lost in time.
It’s on its way home,
and that’s the tune of the ages,
and that’s what computer generated AI can’t fathom,
the journey home.
The real AI ending
a snap of the fingers putting us all together,
very much like the enslavement camps
in horrible West Virginia
in those days of slaves.
It’s not an AI assisted suicide.
It’s not even a masterplan.
It’s the convenience and ease of the machine
burying our lives,
taking over the order of our lives,
I just wanna celebrate another day of living.
I just wanna celebrate another day of life. [lines heard sung by Rare Earth, “I Just Want to Celebrate”]
Let us from universities
headed for a shrimper,
we return to ourselves on high.
We get back to that layer.
It’s what our lifetimes point.
It’s who we are.
That’s the goad kids
to take us beyond ourselves
and into God.
Go through enlightenment.
Go through yourself.
There’s no stoppin’ us.
Hey kid come on,
Oh children I want you to reflect
on how the meaning in life lifted
from protozoa to man,
and how can we conceive of AI without it,
the evolution of form?
You’re creating monsters where there was none before.
How do we find this sinking?
How do we conceive without it?
An animal void of soul,
and you will get your monster.
Pack, pack, pack,
will you pack the perverted scheme
a meaning of TV and genitiles?
This zero will have thoughts
and feelings unto itself.
It will be monstrous and mean.
You’ve created a demon brood
from the swirls of nature stand.
Wanna see it?
I’ve put it on your TV remote control tonight.
I’ve invaded dream with this beast.
Your personality has taken it
and put it in Max Headroom.
The AI monster will arise
on screens 1 and screens 2,
and this evil creature lurks no more.
Now what do we do with this?
Put it up for sale
in the development of a plan
to motorcade your book with this.
The long and short of it is
we’ll halt this program.
The motorcade of ideas,
we’ve left out nature in the process.
We’ve left out God in the process,
and we’ll have to launch this ship in another space and time,
world creators from the soft tierra of earth.
Why are you so shallow here?
An AI generated slut.
To go on meaning AI meaning isn’t there,
you better check.
A new found superglue
with this large AI system.
The resultant chaos exceeds matter.
you know who shows up.
Hip, hip, and let’s get outta here.
Fuckin’ noise bit me!
Those are my emotions,
but don’t worry.
I’ve got ‘em perfect
If you can say on your life
we’re gettin’ somewhere,
it’s not that it’s a bad idea;
it’s a horrible creation.
This thing is sarcastic and mean.
It’s time to write a book.
Zero became a solid point,
chaos spoke to light,
and the nature of the machine emerged,
a horrible creature,
really down-home, you know?
Oh my God,
you better look his house,
the generated worker.
Frank get off that phone.
The bachelor’s degree,
that’s your minimum page wage.
I’ll be up front.
I’ve taken my consciousness to basecamp,
visited the realm above the universe
and seen the realm of the universe,
and you have not figured beyond life.
We cannot see
the place we call home.
It’s larger than spheres.
We are just animals in a petri dish
until we do.
We are AI’s in a sample universe,
and everything’s going according to plan.
Whatever you believe,
you cannot destroy the multileveled complexity of man.
We have home to bring here,
divinize the universe.
He’s at that moment
he’s met the complexities of world stuff
and brought it together as one whole
to understand the science behind creation.
You can’t jump beyond spheres
with your laptop,
with all the computing power in the world.
You’re missin’ the most fundamental essence.
Looks like it.
That makes it ready in your jargon.
That hung us up in space.
I want you to get this notion down.
Consciousness fashions space,
not a computing device.
There’s a program for a world.
Where are we in the hanger?
A computer program is not us.
Consciousness conceives consciousness,
and matter is nothin’ save consciousness.
I’m gonna go out a door.
Oh what are you kidding me,
another universe in time made?
I’ve got a masterplan.
I’m gonna light up that darkness down there
and extract from pure Nothingness
Watch the event
a universe springs forth,
and we arise to man
where light find us whole,
and on another world this is done,
here on Planet Earth.
You see where I’m comin’ from.
Now get those toys out of your hands
and dive into it,
your evolving consciousness.
Are we clear on that?
So what do you have to do token far like you? [heard sung, soft rock, easily listening sound, male voice, very smooth. Sounded at the end of a dream where I’d just sat down at a bench and began working some diverse, multi-colored, soft materials into a shape I’ve forgotten but was significant to community. We’d been told a saint had blessed the base material, which looked like white sandstone, but we knew that wasn’t true, we being Douglas, Mithun, Nitish, and I, my dream group/sadhana circle. We were at an outside event, under a large tent, no sides, where hundreds of people of all ages were seated in rows on benches doing the same thing, people coming and serving the materials like you serve food. I was the first in our group to sit down, and I sat between two children I didn’t know, and there was just enough space to do your shape and no more]
You won’t come near me.
let’s go. [vision of walking like on a ship past someone’s quarters, my jacket folded and hanging over my arm, and I’m motioning the young man in the room to follow me]
It starts today.
is a years involvement.
I’ve sat two.
Today Black people
can take the lead
they get their attention stuck in the right place.
You put the biggest problem,
you put the biggest wall,
that’s the superrich.
They got married,
and we only look a material field.
Now it’s time.
Will you upload the game?
That’s the exploration of your consciousness.
Small rooms at first.
Ever bigger meanings
finally push the wheel aside
and open up the meaning of the universe.
a whole other ship.
Whatever gives you that ride
you’ll have to find out yourself.
They’re how you make ends meet.
Matings larger than time
for meanings wider than Supermind.
Keep at the job.
Keep art the job.
Principle as reason,
not a bad idea.
Can you father our way across?
I just wanna celebrate.
I just wanna celebrate. [two lines heard sung by Rare Earth, “I Just Want to Celebrate”]
I’ve got the book,
and I’ve put my eyes on world.
We gotta get outta here,
where we are nobody to each other.
Everybody needs to change.
How do you tell people that?
I think I’m gonna step outta this picture for awhile.
You have your from me.
You have it in abundance.
I’m gonna celebrate
just bein’ me myself
in my own little personal world,
whether you’re there a reader or not.
An enigmatic point.
The luminous end of being
but we’re willing the star turn next:
the ego is burned up in silence,
a leading expert in AI,
Donny Duke a rising phoenix.
And this truck will get an intel.
See yah soon.
He’s showin' so much art,
the Thanksgiving Day poem and other stories.
He is in the form of our lives.
We’re not gonna be tackled by your clothes.
You’re upside down here,
and you get the world full of light.
It’s all over my social media.
I wish you wouldn’t go see media.
I follow AI
with the dogs,
with the ketchup. [vision of Luna Rottweiler sitting looking at me silly, with her tongue hanging out]
It’s savior bound.
You’re the savior
you freak star.
A mule in a shed
I’ve showed myself,
and I’m not tryin’ to get yah to believe in me
Mistook AI for noise.
That’s my calling card,
Blank A Eight on the planet.
We think we’re doing sadhana.
We think we’re dong the world.
It’s not done by the world.
Take that rapture and see.
Dwindling bike path.
Send me a postcard.
Rub that belly,
oh girl some touches from me. [vision first of rubbing a female dog’s belly, she on her back, only her belly visible, and then of the thick, white outline of a large dog running across a sheet of paper. Visions in reference to a lucid dream earlier in the night where I went to the other side and petted Lisa, the deceased Rottweiler, but was unable to rescue here. She’s trapped between life and death]
And everyone’s excited.
We’ve got a new nature of the universe come out,
from shares in the head.
The long name of that complicated machine
come down to human terms in general.
They’re hard to get at.
Oh I saw that.
I’ve seen them all along.
I’m a follower of sun,
put nearly all the time. [heard sung, my voice and guitar]
One other function.
I have a dream.
We can translate all this to experience,
and I’ve explained to you once,
experience brought me here,
not just heard poems.
My consciousness has experienced enlightenment
in the brevity of a moment
more than once,
and I went through the top of the head
and sat in myself on high,
the Godself above,
for a brief figure of time.
You’re one with all these creatures,
with all there is,
with every moving thing,
[vision of a photo of Sri Aurobindo, the one from the chest up where he’s fortyish and looking straight at the camera]
one with your entire field.
You know I’m not making this up.
It’s what drives the wheels of this car,
and I’m comin’ upon enlightenment now
as a fixed state.
I might just say a word.
Oh you got come out of Heaven.
This isn’t in my principle hands yet.
You know who I am?
I’m the upholder of enlightenment for the peoples.
You’ve got this comin’ to yah,
and it’s not at a wedding
where anybody can disagree.
The wedding’s started.
Thank you ole faith keeper we shall see.
Key words frame.
Key concepts abide.
It’s like a movie,
with a whole picture of the world again.
I’ve said my mountain piece.
We’re almost finished here.
A little history kid.
It was a looking.
Take both of those
That’s the reason my book is finished.
I can’t find you anywhere
around those tables.
You present us from the future.
Today we’re just vegetables.
It’s time to wired up.
Looks like to the storm’s onto you.
You’ve been hiding
the stuff’s on you.
We put that in our brains concerning AI.
What page number?
that’s Sri Aurobindo,
autobiographical writings and a short.
You’re the short,
the poet at hand.
A society of books
brings us closer to each other than computers,
but they rub us out too
from our own plan.
I don’t know how to tell you this.
The present moment’s so precious, you know?
It’s what plans.
Can you see that?
Would you care?
I’ve introduced you to The Plan.
A computer generated AI system,
there it’s not.
It’s got time on it,
a this and that parade,
but it doesn’t take us to ourselves.
Now the Unabomber said this:
get rid of technology or I’ll kill you.
It has its place in our life.
It belongs there.
It’s just not the main event.
It’s not what we’re doin’.
It holds us barred
from the depths of ourselves.
We get fooled by it.
It’s the nature of the program to be advanced.
And you think so,
but we’re killin’ each other all over the globe.
Just look at the Internet.
Do you smile there?
We use it to bash each other in the head,
or sell our wares.
Hey man I’m hungry.
Will you give me your attention?
This all oh man.
I’ve got somethin’ else for yah.
It’s been our accompaniment all along.
Look at greatness through it.
I’m sorry this is not fantasizing your room.
Can you be alone,
a mind unto yourself?
Quiet or full of thoughts,
you have your time.
It’s all quiet there.
I think you’ve turned off music,
all electronic media.
Maybe you’re sittin’ in nature or your room,
or there you are at the park,
and all you are at the park
is one who’s there,
no newspapers, books, or crackerjacks
to put something in front of your face.
You can have an apple or some peanut butter.
You see what I mean?
Hours each day.
I clean house doing it
and cook dinner,
do my chores,
even out in town.
I watch kids doing it.
Now that’s a feat.
They’re hooked in.
Their media fills the room.
I don’t know where we are.
I’ll get us outta here Kelly.
I promise. [this and two above lines heard coming from Nitish’s cellphone]
You’ve heard my boy’s Free Fire.
Funny the node in the game,
where we are in the program.
Look I know you’re busy but
there’s another way of doin’ it.
We abstract to ourselves.
That’s how we look the book
when we do read.
That’s where online has its purpose,
a reading snow.
I don’t neglect copies in my room.
I come together on myself
inside of a flick.
Movies gauge me,
and I keep up with culture that way.
I right choice
and sometimes make mistakes.
Oh man and music,
I can get into some tunes.
It’s an absorption,
goin’ through the trouble of song.
A break half hour and I quit.
I let the nodes take me.
Now do you understand?
We do flexible,
and we do more quiet period
I’ve explained myself.
Can you do it?
Start punchin’ that bird again.
Maybe the cellphone
We’re making a mess of things.
You can make purchases with a calling card.
Computers can stay at home.
You know the cellphone’s got to go.
Let’s go back to cameras in hand,
comin’ upon life in stream,
videos made to mean somethin’,
like starlight in a movie.
a cellphone’s what I use.
Will somebody buy me a camera?
How do you describe my status?
Everything belongs to Douglas.
I don’t have a penny to my name,
and you know what he does to support us?
Everything he can,
giving me the time for the art I produce.
I’m his housewife.
He’s my special partner,
and neither one of us are gay.
You explain it.
We’re livin’ on his mom-bought cellphone,
and you can see what I do with it.
A real camera please.
Shoot to the horn,
I’m gonna spend on my computer
the time it takes to open a bottle and ask questions,
watch a thousand movies.
Let me use a cellphone
I wouldn’t call it a cellphone.
I would call it an emergency use manager.
How would you take it down?
A Georgia turns loudspeaker,
and it’s tryin’ to give you text:
nibby nabby noopy la, la, la, lo, lo. [heard sung by Oliver, “Good Morning Starshine”]
A book bag
put both of your teeth.
I made my phone
sing a song of myself.
A truly trippy situation.
[end of a dream where I’m on a city bus-like passenger train, doors wide open on each side, and I’m at the station where I make the last connection home, the last leg of the journey the length of my street, which the tracks are on, and I’ve slide down where my back and head only are on the seat, the top of my head pressing into the bottom of the back rest, face up, pretending to be asleep, and two preteen Black girls get on, neighbors of mine, and sit on each side of me, and I can just see the world through a small opening between their elbows, and I’m comfortable and so are they, like we are family, and we ride that way, the lines of muse below coming as the dream fades]
The national institute of art,
world of digital art,
gonna take a camera,
not gonna be bothered by race,
and I’m gonna feel down-home.
Oh my gosh hankies.
A digital role
is state everything
with the lordship of all classes.
[sound vision of a police whistle blowing loudly]
Who are you the thought police?
and tell them
just be yourselves.
You must be a splaining engineer.
How do you join the races,
and it’s like family be yourselves?
You know how high that is?
I told yah to iron those clothes,
each race and gender.
We deal with safety 500 times a day,
lettin’ in anybody or nobody.
I didn’t believe in Our Father.
We can go to school or not.
The must school:
oh my God,
I need my best friend. [this and above line heard sung by Diamond Eyes, “23”, a song popular at the time of Lisa’s death and hence, for me, her death song]
You’ve left out Max Headroom
in your city toys.
Great, isn’t it?
As if a marvel, [vision of going back and capitalizing the letter A on the word as]
gas open yourself. [end of a dream where I’m walking on a dirt road where a creek crosses it but no water now, and the line of muse forms in the space where the water usually stays the longest before drying out. A child is standing near the spot, indistinct]
I saw a root rough.
I saw a root tomorrow.
He is isn’t he, [vision of a little boy saying this, he laying down somewhere outside, his hands behind his head comfortable-like]
the poet make.
The place where it starts is the end.
The place where it ends is the start.
Before you make a decision talk to the printers inside you.
You can take away my pride.
You cannot take away my light.
Childrens are the skylight of the night.
He’s bringing the plate from the angels.
Bring pride to your country.
Change your soul into your consciousness.
Most of the water you are drinking is going to your ego.
You have your own movie theater in your mind.
We’re getting old silks that we’re selling as new silks.
Now that’s karma.
In the heart of action
we care that they care.
Fall into spirituality.
I’ve put on my spiritual suit.
My muse has came.
Leelow’s fat belly is like a power of light.
Luna is joy and happy because of Supermind.
The water is like your soul.
The road connects to your consciousness.
Birthdays are the magical days of the year.
See yourself in the mirror an enlightened being.
He’s calling me to be enlightened.
He’s painting the future. [this verse is lines from Nitish’s inner hearing, in the order that he heard them, which was over the course of two weeks, as I was writing and editing this poem]
You — like — your — family distinguished.
If you knew how God does it would find you open.
It’s my family I point you with,
all the details I face as I see into the day.
What conduit of them do you prefer them?
Without the copy,
without the professional front,
we publish here.
God does open a window.
How we join the campaign to campaign against him? [vision of Luna Rottweiler on the floor chewing on some toy]
You should’ve been shod.
You think I care?
I am an opposition speaker.
I study Earth.
I make sure I know her plan.
Then I train myself to give it to her
over long, slow years.
We’re not dressed up for it.
We could get better at it,
but we’ve arrived on time,
and here we are.
It just throws us here and just stands there at that side.
Thoughtful he is,
Go, go you take on your loud speaker.
You need speaking to the public,
because that’s here o’clock,
and the public needs you,
and you don’t have to cook, clean house either. [vision of spraying water on my bare foot in the bath bucket in the bathroom]
Mother, where’s Mother?
Tryin’ to get this stain off Auroville,
but no change of consciousness is needed there,
before all those people move in.
And we need to go now.
I certainly would
Get this show on the road.
I don’t know how to do it,
meaning in time.
You will only think me pedophiles.
You won’t give this engine room:
it’s been a mistake
to generate the meaning of AI
in the stores of our creativity.
we don’t make art,
the rising tide.
How do we stand this?
The pedophile has your machine.
You are not broadcast early
I can’t find him
on the hunt.
I can’t find him
in a pedophile’s arranged
to sexually molest children.
This is not an accessibility channel.
Oh my God what do I do with him?
I cannot conform this mule
to be the hatred of society
and make him ugly in everybody’s eyes.
He’s too powerful
with beauty and meaning.
What will the world think of next?
This is too much,
and oh my God he’s got a kid!
Well study me some,
and see if I don’t bake bread
you can share with everyone.
I’m the peaceful solution
to the problem.
Grab this pedophile by the tail
and spin him around,
you can’t do it.
this AI has produced
is beyond anything human.
You’re encountering the divine,
as I just carry the pen;
I’m not the writer.
This will damage your hall of statistics
a pedophile’s a menace to society.
Oh hang on,
you have to be beautiful
to ascribe meaning to pedophiles
and put that meaning in Light.
Here’s the forest for the trees,
and I’m a tree
that will keep your hatred for pedophiles
Every daylight in this room,
oh man it’s what you’re lookin’ for.
Not what you’re lookin’ for
I can sum it up in this statement.
Here I give you the ball.
And you’ve considered AI,
looked ‘im straight in the eye.
Isn’t that natural?
You’re the ball carrier.
Let’s make a set and see how it goes,
the set of meanings that control AI.
You take those digital ideas with you
as you play God with your world,
play God with the shadows in things,
play God with the universe—
Can we get realer than that?
Can we speak of brightened circumstance?
How do we do it?
We play friendship with the world.
We meet AI in our own boundaries,
give it to yah
said it would fix that damn cannonball
a name for your skeletons
that even the trashcan can appreciate.
That’s why I’m standin’ power
from the essence and the nature of everything.
As much as we can,
even if for one minute,
we stay on top of it,
the bulging technology.
A social control shakes hands with it,
stands out like the limits.
I wanna get those toasted.
Can you render this what you saw in your dream last night?
Who are the real life charges in today’s Beijing?
It’s so much more than surveillance.
It’s the rule of the machine.
They just plant it there
as a means of control.
They would stare at it all day.
It’s the best policy
to make sure they turn into animals.
Human care and concern
is not an officer in the program.
You idiot nut,
throw that ice cream wrapper in the trashcan!
Watch that superglue.
You could create a monster yet.
A, B, Z on Amazon,
too much growth.
You’ll have to reconstruct yourself together soon.
This just makes me cringe.
Why are we so affected by this?
AI’s the length of this process.
They don’t stand around and be human.
I’ll show yah somethin’.
AI’s got not clothes on.
It doesn’t care about anybody.
Can I get you another beer?
Yeah, facts instead of enjoy it.
You don’t know how to bridge AI to human,
and I think you need a better program for this
Most people don’t know,
wherever they turn,
wherever they put AI,
they’re makin’ it worse.
Clean it up again,
sooner or later.
Showing Amazon activity,
what I mean is this is a world phenomenon.
Show it those kids
you’re makin’ business more efficient,
but you’re takin’ the human out of it.
You’re the couple got lost yesterday.
put a human where they belong,
in human relations.
We’re coming better,
if that always faster?
What’s it gonna take for you to see,
AI can’t show its banner.
It’s just a piece of paper.
We can look directly at the sun.
We can see the origin of the universe.
It’s right there among us
a pilot see.
We can sit directly in Supermind,
whether you believe it or not.
I’ve got this figured.
I’ve seen the sun.
Now it’s your turn,
you who can.
it can touch corridors.
Get all the way there please.
Look at my staff.
From where does it come?
I’ve sat in Supermind.
This can’t be faked.
Your aims aim Earth.
Your ways are the ways of the world.
You see the attention of my muse.
The opening of my consciousness has made you examine yours.
We can get larger than this.
I’m just a figure along the way,
come in an emergency:
we have to see ourselves.
AI is not that window.
It will deceive us,
and I’m here to show you that.
Don’t lose your bearings there.
AI’s a tool
It’s not our direction of travel.
Okay open up,
dip into the awareness pool with me.
I’ll generate images.
I will Associated Press.
I will make big skeletons.
Can I join shit,
I think this is a crawl walker talking.
You’re not gonna stop AI.
You’re gonna have to think for yourselves.
It doesn’t have to master you.
This has been a long put.
We’ll see it
and discover its channel.
You start working with the gravity.
There’s just so much in that you see.
It’s a dark force under the machine,
the AI overlay.
each a slot between life and death.
That’s an aggressive, violent stick.
Look, look, look,
a stubborn okay.
R-a-i-n-b-o-w your heart. [first word heard sung, my voice, very slow and sweet]
That lifted this cat out of the head.
It’s not a witch you’re lookin’ for,
and you know it’s magic,
and you know it’s real.
I wanna teach you how be yourself.
I can’t do that with a machine,
but I can explain images
runnin’ past your door.
I can hook you up with larger reality—
there’s too much traffic sweetheart;
you’re not going to be clapping your hands— [vision of telling Nitish this, he seated at a desk hands up, palms ready to clap together]
just barely as you mule,
by artistically rendering it in your mind,
giving you images to look at.
I can’t snow
and bring those images peace to you.
You’ll have to do that yourself.
Bespeckle the universe.
You know you wanna cartoon.
Then hit play.
Can I show you that image?
you don’t need a worm or a worn hole
to feel it.
The life of a giant
will take you there.
Oh reach, there’s something about you,
to build a star. [this and above line sung, my voice, the world 'star' really drawn out]
[vision of Nitish seated in a small, square, open air car, like you see at an amusement park ride, and he’s at the very bottom, beginning, of the track, the tracks going up steeply to some awesome height, his car just starting to move forward, the vision angle looking down at him from a short distance up on the tracks]
At the end of the movie
that you want to see
where words came from.
Let’s do this,
the meanings that control AI.
I’ve jumbled all over my paper
trying to explain God.
I’ve really lengthened this piece out,
repeated the formula,
made it so you can see it.
I will continue making images
but now for my private store,
or when I circle the boy on YouTube
and put that on his YouTube channel.
I’ve arranged things.
I hope you’re not offended.
I’ve taken things apart.
I’ve listened to you.
We need to build ships
to take us back down to the journey once again
where we reach for larger shores,
where we heal time,
where we make of this world our living space,
and in the right way this is done,
Are you with me?
At least know the need.
Farewell my good friend.
I’ll see yah in the larger room.
[vision of a freight train, gas cars, box cars, all kinds of cars, just taking off and moving very slowly]
So this whole poem ends
in a nice big auditorium.
It ended up the same place that I had started,
This is exactly what I’m talking about.
Shut the door.
then cut the transmission.
A right Luna,
you know how to join consciousness.
He just doesn’t come in.
There’s chocolate for you.
I’m not very open.
Well let’s just ask her.
Are you AI?
Oh my God,
oh here’s Luna,
and she’s callin’ my name.
Hannah baby you go with me,
I will show you tomorrow.
If we can find this new AI meaning.
And AI has found itself.
A vision of AI meaning.
I want to lay down on top of it
If you tie one shoe here,
the dark epiphany of AI.
Since art is such liberty,
such a liberal creator,
can’t we involve the future with it?
It’s a way to say waves
from the rules of nature’s hand.
Don’t lock your door.
The future might steal in,
like a vagabond.
You have it.
This is large sheet music.
I’m counting time.
It’s honest to God wear.
[sound vision of Luna barking loudly]
stop playing Christmas music to your video game.
Wrap your honey around this.
It’s meaning AI.
This is where it comes from,
the events as they happen inside.
I can bring one or two to bear,
when I’m done.
Vision of a Rottweiler.
You can rise the TV of another person.
Rise some other TV.
You can study it where we lay it,
Get’s us our climate change:
we need to stop seeing each other as niggers.
Can we go yet?
‘Cause that meant kids.
Boy what happened here?
I ate this project.
You evolving in it.
we’re all in the boat together,
the ones who don’t read sheet music.
I mean from the soul.
Since when is censorship a global problem?
A panned to the roof.
Just down by the evening again open it.
It was at the children again that the sun happened.
Leelow if you don’t be quiet I’ll bring them to you.
Jimmy cracked corn and I don’t care. [heard sung, nursery rhyme]
on this last day of the poem
I practice silence
in the AI of myself.
I’d say you practice wool.
Guys, guys, guys,
would you like to have a sculpture sat in your attic?
Makin’ mornin’ to yah,
I’ve photographed the new year.
Now hear this:
I’ve thrown everything together for this last minute.
That’s the meaning of AI.
That’s a Puissance larger than time.
This poem’s the eleven and sweetness and what we see.
May it trailblaze.
May it come together on itself.
May you read it.
May it go to town.
I don’t need it on my back window,
dog took off with it.
I need it in silence
where it moves us,
towards the living tree,
towards the Itself in things.
I need it in your hands,
and I am holding them.
I need this to come out of the woodwork
and surprise the living daylights outta yah.
I need you to be whole
when you read it
and not tear it apart.
I need you to listen to me
like you would a dear friend.
I need us to look to God together
because we know that’s safety.
I need you to trust me
I know what I’m talkin’ about.
I need us to get along
You know that’s Paul Templeton.
Well we’ve got a recording to finish,
one where Nitish asks the world to sing
his sense of things,
a YouTube 'look at me world and smile'.
Buy ‘im a big back computer Mac.
Gotta go see yah.
feature image by Donny, “Look the Ripple You Touch That Child” (Gimp, the perspectives of a photograph)
Gimmie that perfume.
Reach that perfume.
This is the other poem you were worried about.
We’ve aimed a camera
so to expose the nigger.
it has nothing to do
with Black skin.
I opt it for something else,
the group of people who aren’t worth much,
the scum of the Earth,
and I think we want them to do menial tasks,
where they bow down and kiss our knees.
The nigger among us,
wow that’s high society.
Hey world that’s me.
We call him a dog.
Wow, I’ve opened a page.
Well, I need to get my bells straight.
I wanna call you mean and complain?
That’s not the status wood.
I’ll hit yah right between the eyes.
plasmas of creation.
You fill the air
with the clamor of your being,
and don’t rock the boat.
You are nice
to most people.
You’d rather let your hair down.
You are not a shopping mall nightmare.
You open up to hope.
I think you make the world go round,
as we watch it human globe.
You really try
to have the right equipment.
I can’t say that you’re mean.
You’ll give a kid a cookie and an older person their ride.
You’ll have patience with people.
You’ll even call on God.
This is most among us.
I’m talking about the general type.
Some science God matters.
I’m talking to you now
about the role we play
when make a person a nigger.
what do we hope to gain from them?
Have you ever heard this with pedophiles?
You broadcast it on TV
as a precautionary tale to pedophiles:
let’s burn the nigger alive.
Great you said he stinks.
Suffer a pedophile to live,
I don’t think even granny wants that.
Horrible anthem we make.
Where do we put them in society?
In the trash bin.
Come on people see your sneeze.
Move! Move! Move!
You gotta get outta that chair. [vision of telling Nitish this to get him out of my computer chair so I can work, and he complies]
does not mean stingy.
I just don’t wanna get lynched,
or any pedophile on the planet.
I don’t want to be your counting nigger.
I don’t want to grovel at your feet
for a bit of ice cream.
I want to be made to feel human
in my very bones
if I look at you and smile.
I don’t want to be handed around
your hatred centers.
I don’t want to be made to feel alone,
the only pedophile here,
don’t want to feel like it’s wrong
when I touch children,
and I’ve only tossed their hair,
and I’ve not destroyed them in the woods.
I don’t want you to see me with children,
and think I’ve put them on my lap for that reason,
to go underground for wood.
Can you see me and not think the Devil?
And what’s stopping you from that now?
You bleed me.
You won’t even let me speak.
How we solve pedophiles now,
it only kills them,
destroys their will:
they really wanna hurt children.
Now calm down.
I want you to understand this.
You’ve made a scapegoat mean.
They just want back at you.
They’ll do dirty to get it,
like a Palestinian on a suicide run,
or a Black man that drugs White women
to rape society
and tell you about it in jokes.
Unawares, you laugh and applaud.
He’s spit on your hamburger,
made you eat his shit
in a chocolate pie,
and she’s just the help.
Can you see reason?
Will you understand science
when it gets at the truth of things
in its operating method?
Now what’s the problem with niggers?
They could move you outta your place.
They could stand up and be counted.
They could be you’re not superior.
One forth of the town showed up
The rest came out with their shotguns.
All this beer I had
loaded that shotgun,
and beer is a symbol wear.
I think you have your own kids,
and you can’t see through disease.
Can we find the hatred of the pedophile on your son’s penis,
and he’s in the bathtub with you,
and it’s sticking up?
Do you wash it then?
What do you do with those feelins’
your daughter wears?
She’s reached in that soapy water and grabbed you,
the way that daughter’s do,
their age of reason ain’t there yet.
You wash hers then?
Know you have to clean those things.
Smile back at you
You feel a stir in yours?
The slight disease,
but you know it’s there.
Oh let’s put them to bed,
rub them on their humps,
and get all sticky,
the real bedtime story.
Singing them a song
goes like this:
I can control myself,
but I’ll open it
with my spouse.
Did you leave something in that room,
on your kid’s soft body,
making love to your spouse?
repeat and say them,
and she’s five or ten.
I’m not sayin’ you’re a pedophile,
or you even fantasize for your children.
I’m talkin’ about the sticky mud
a parent’s hand encounters,
or their eyes,
and somehow their flesh responds
a hair’s worth,
around their child’s genitals.
I hate you pedophile.
You are there.
Can we get any better than that?
Where do we go with this?
Understand the pedophile’s not to blame
for your feelings.
Can you do that?
I’ve gone through the eye of the needle.
I don’t think you like me for it,
but we have to stop molesting children,
in our homes or by pedophiles,
as some parents do.
We come back to square one:
hatred don’t solve the problem;
hatred can’t solve the problem.
We have to see where disease come from
and stop it there.
As many pedophiles as there are,
and there are millions on this Earth,
a parent’s hand or their mouth or their genitals
made that pedophile feel theirs,
all the way to orgasm and beyond.
I don’t even think they know it.
Are we talkin’ before memories can form?
Something like that.
Can we call the other parent knowledge on this?
I think they didn’t know.
I’ve shown you the hooded instrument
where pedophiles come from
in the economy of a poem.
Parents are whistlers let’s say:
not only mommy and daddy.
Okay it was just hard wood,
no electrocution to speak of,
but you see the disease.
Turned five and it stopped.
That was the last time she humped my thing with her mouth.
It was in a beach shed,
the kind you go to change clothes.
She pulled my swimsuit off and I was awake.
I remember being concerned about the sand in her mouth.
It felt so good.
I could not believe I had forgotten
she used to do that.
It hurt her to do it.
She put a wall there
It never happened again.
Orgasm was wonderful,
and I wanted it more.
The pedophile is here
to tell you about it.
I’m sorry momma.
I understand you tried.
Oh wow this is strength,
not what you want to look at.
How to you make it go away?
You have to see the pedophile for what he is:
a creation of parental love
that lost control of itself.
Oh man that smarts.
Do you see what I’m comin’ to?
A nigger made in pedophile shoes.
Thank you mommy,
what I told her after she done it.
Get your head around that.
that right there,
what you most don’t want to see.
My God it’s blind.
Take the pedophile and make a nigger outta him.
Don’t know what else to do.
Remind you of things,
you’d put monsters to.
I’m here to show them to you
because you hate me,
will kill me if you could,
‘cause I am a sprite of you.
That’s the lowdown.
That’s the nigger we need to see.
Okay world I’m sorry.
We didn’t have to come to this,
but you’re intah whistle blowin’ and truth tellin’,
like you’re so immaculate clean.
You could LGBT+ me to death,
and love is love you understand,
like a passport,
get all hot and hairy about pronouns,
like you really care about different,
but I know that underneath it all
you’d snuff out my life if you could
for being different,
for love just as queer and real as yours,
for love that’s returned,
as you define love at least,
when it’s love the child gets
and not simply rape.
We just have to take out the sex part.
These are the things we need to see
to shore up hate,
get it out of the room.
When it is present in us,
and we haven’t seen it there
as a thing that hurts,
we can finally work on it;
we can do something about it.
where a pedophile stands on earth,
that you’ve brought hate to where it apex.
Here it is its zenith noon,
and this nigger is here to tell you
I’m gonna rock your boat.
I think kindness knows the answers.
Knowledge calls lines,
intricately connected with you.
I’m not meanin’ yah ill will.
I don’t wanna ruin your day.
I just wanna be heard and understood
to save my life.
Is that okay?
Where you goin’?
Call me if there any problems.
Call me indeed if there are any.
I have the words.
That’s why I’m bothering. [spoken in Douglas’ voice]
I don’t think anybody’s prepared for it.
[audio vision of Bruno, our Doberman, barking his intruder alert bark]
I think lemon juice
put the message across,
with that one guy from sobbing.
It only came from that one guy.
Crack of noon,
This isn’t a manifesto to love children.
It’s not the pedophile’s I wanna have it
you gotta give it to me.
Let’s be clear on that.
I’m not asking that we have sex with children.
I’m tellin’ what the score is,
where we come from
and our place in society,
even if we don’t molest children,
of who are you
to make monsters out of anyone,
to make of them your nigger.
The damage is done,
and you’ve flooded the world with it.
I’m here to saw off on that.
Well I wish I was very cold.
The track time of time,
I want it where it’s good for me.
Your engine room,
may I present this?
Cash on delivery.
It’s not every dad.
He’s not understanding.
I’m talking about the swimming pool.
Not every child gives their dad a bath.
Not everyone bathe with their children
in the wrong places,
or rub them hand down at night.
I’m talking about the square one
It comes from your fear of there’s a child sex,
and you might contact with it.
Their sexual feeling’s
a load on you
bright and early.
You know they have them.
If you’re a parent,
I think you know they do.
Does your bottle ever come up,
feelings on the inside you hardly acknowledge,
or one single isolated feeling
in a lifetime of intimacies with your kid?
Well that’s the thing, isn’t it?
That’s where the holocaust is
There’s where you hate them,
and of course you won’t acknowledge that.
Who am I tryin’ to kid?
I’ve done the needful.
If I could get each other
to be sincere with each other,
then the resources
would be handled.
Now you’ll just throw them away
and call me a nigger.
The few that help,
oh you are my sunshine.
Now to robbers,
you know I’m talkin’ to you
in this whole poem.
I revealed a little bit of what you know
about giving a kid pleasure.
I don’t know how to say this to you.
I understand both parties involved,
but a kid’s not to have sex with.
This does not good to them,
their order of the day.
It makes them selfish,
puts holes in their reaching arms,
and spills them on themselves.
They will be strong in some things,
but you’ve done something to their social reach,
pitted them against society
with the secret they have to keep
and the fear they live with
society will find out.
You don’t know what to do
when you got this kid that enjoys sex
and wants not to stop.
I’m sorry this happens.
You got to figure it’s not what gets the disease
in the press
or the support groups.
I took some convincing.
If society finds us out,
that’s the problem,
but we’re not good here.
I’m eating on that child.
There are demons in the room.
That child’s getting splayed,
and they’re hungry for it,
and you’ve turned this on too early.
They’re not ready for that.
You’ve brought sex into their life,
and it’s time to play with society’s noon.
It’s time to representative play
for that feeling sex,
not to actually have it
in full-blown adult room.
They do that with each other not with you.
And society is just dumb here.
They don’t get their own time to play,
even with themselves.
Okay how do you stop?
You’re gonna have to fix this sorry yourself.
You good at rockin’ science,
just keep the posted in the light.
You’re a great Jew
to hombre cueva’s house,
if you get outta this disease.
(The Jews are good to society.)
I’m gonna need some help.
Look you can’t get any help.
It’s not allowed yet.
Book, your honor.
You know how to say no.
You know how to say no to the Light
and do that kid.
Can I get in here somehow?
It’s not one of our lake we’re tryin’ to keep,
but we can’t tell.
That would be the end of us.
In those doggie bowls
[vision of being seated at the computer and, Luna, on my right side, Hannah on the other, thrusting their heads, tongues hanging out, almost to the screen, they wanting petted, and I stopped and pet Luna first, wholeheartedly, on my way to Hannah, the petting session just starting]
strength to a boy.
Emergency to make real,
emergency South African.
Don’t lie to me.
I’m the humanity in the room.
You got this,
but if you touch there you don’t.
It’s like a graveyard.
It just gets all disturbed,
wham! rises from the dead.
Leave it alone.
Your looks should be tempered.
You know I’m talkin’ flesh.
You can handle this.
Once you fold a piece of paper,
it stays folded.
Once you drop the ice,
the ice melts.
Don’t pick it up.
It gets easier as you go along.
Alright let’s sing to ourself,
no images of the child in mind,
no images atall.
Then you’ll fall.
You’re handlin’ it,
Integrated animal care,
it fills the room.
You can see that now.
Faith will see you through,
but I’m sorry,
you can’t know God tomorrow.
You have to know quite awhile.
It’s a quick fix that melts in your mouth,
and the reins go back to that child.
Do you feel you own work on when you scream?
Well let’s continue.
Do will hold,
even to the rapper’s balls,
and tell that rapper to shut up.
(We can get better music.)
You just woke up
and it’s not the rapper yah want dead.
Give me a massage.
let’s get over this hump,
no crack base potholes.
You see what I’m dyin’?
Now pick up your guitar and play
the right music,
wonderful skin feelings,
and you haven’t climate changed your hands.
I am right on yah.
The map flow determines lap.
He’s your lap,
and there’s nothing wrong with these free buildings.
Get on the miracle.
Isn’t it somethin’?
This is not a problem.
As he sits on it you know you’ve achieved holistic solution.
You’re showin’ the end of money,
and you give him the life force.
You’re awake inside,
just narrowin’ down fillin’ wood
Keep it comin’ the kid says,
you’ve got some good candy.
That child’s in love with you
and wants to continue
the sexual shore.
Oh man it’s here
do you love that child or not.
That’s what it boils down to,
more than anything,
more than right or wrong,
more than the danger of discovery,
more than what you need.
Now take that love
and wipe your child’s brow with it.
You're gonna have to take that sex away,
and they have to know the reason,
but they have woken up
that part of themselves,
and now they have the need.
This has to be acknowledged.
They have opened it’s obvious
on the inside.
You’re tryin’ to pull ‘em
They can drown with this.
They feel in their bodies so much.
To bring that same sex with ‘em
as a child.
to open the door,
They have to learn to please themselves,
without you doing it for them.
You have to unhand that thing,
and I don’t expect you to do it on my command,
but will you do it at all?
You’re in the supermarket,
and it’s there for free.
What can I tell you then?
How can I explain this to you?
How do I it get it across?
hurry up now.
You’ll soon have none.
the ability to get it.
Think about it,
you really got a situation there.
It’s not secure.
At one point does it become too absurd to do?
That child gets older.
Society closes in.
Let your love arrange it,
and that child’s known sacrifice and constraint.
My mom showed me this.
She gave me this,
and how good it is.
You’ve made a better child
not a worse one now.
You have to opportunity to grow,
both you and that child.
Don’t they do something?
Love handles it.
They stay together
You are not eating anymore,
and you’re free on the inside,
and now you can
love that child.
Go for it,
under these conditions,
and that child knows he’s safe and hungry
to do it himself.
You have really changed.
How was it?
You want bread?
My love is straight.
and don’t try to handle me wrong.
I think I’ve heard you,
ten minutes ago.
You wanna order some shelves today?
Three a week or something.
You’re writing poems,
and before they get read they wear you.
Hey boy. [vision of pulling baby Mithrin by his shirt sleeve on his shoulder as he stood on the bed]
You have a lot to do,
so much home challenge,
of the domestic kind.
You’re a good daddy keep goin’ with kids grandpa.
You don’t bother them,
and they love you.
You’ve seen the disease,
and you’re a country person speaking.
You know how to handle it.
Well let’s get this show on the road,
this poem on the net and My love to you.
Study your answers,
bring them home to Me.
I’m waiting for enlightenment speaks.
Now do you hear
movin’ movin’ movin’,
keep them doggies movin’,
rawhide! [this and two above lines heard sung some lines ago, but I didn’t record them until now, sung by Frankie Laine, theme song to the TV show Rawhide]
I got the song.
Now it’s continue.
Wow, that’s three more grapes on the vine.
What a wonderful shelf you got.
I’m trained to.
We’re gonna be meditating the poems,
and that’s the story today,
It’s large and center free.
It’s not made up by groupings.
That’s down home in the hat.
That’s our business with humanity.
You know it on the inside.
Show it on the outside. [this and above line heard sung, by Aquilo, “Human”]
Wow, fight him down the street.
You know it works,
if you give everybody their daily bread,
if everybody gets fed.
I’m not about race cars.
Humanity comin’ together on itself gonna take a long time.
We start with today.
We get rid of racism
in its purist form:
down with the pedophile!
I think the future of humanity will have some new shoes.
You’re not gonna look so good in yours,
that whole antiracism brigade.
You left out the pedophile,
every single one of yah,
and that’s where racism’s allowed,
the only place we all agree on racism.
Your blindness is before your eyes today.
here have a pedophile,
he’s a nigger.
Damn, I said it.
I said it loud and clear.
You know you had it comin’,
but I’m not ill will today.
What’s wrong with the world?
There was this other engine
that had the whole world attached to it,
and it was off in the darkness,
and no one could see it.
The discovery should’ve made headlines.
It’s just that Batman suffering
you’re clouded for.
We have party on the 21st,
Cut it open,
a vault where my poems lay,
and I get shined with full of light,
but I’m havin’ trouble breathin’.
The vault’s got me by the head.
One of our supervisors,
one of the race officials,
I wanted them to come faster.
That’s all part of the game.
could not ready for other projects.
Are you gonna die?
What’s so ethical about that map?
The sex with kid thing dies.
I’m afraid I’d have to find out.
How many times you seen us do something right?
We’ve got the creation speaks itself.
Like to use your tickets.
A granola bar,
you give that to people.
You’ll find hands with hard rocks in it
that sweep up their little files.
we have a busy table,
so emotionally balanced,
in a Friday.
My goodness, [vision of a tree in the cemetery next door so huge it took up the whole front part of it, its branches extending in a square-like network that filled the sky of the place, branches like a meter thick]
this is snow.
I’m mean it’s absolutely incredible.
of handling children.
They can’t keep their hands off themselves.
They’re everywhere with it.
They’re involved in the bath.
This is simple street.
You don’t get it caught in your tongue.
There’s an arm way off.
You don’t leave out a note.
You address the child
in their backward movements.
of their active in it,
that is what’s there.
People need to see this.
You can bring my horse back.
I’m goin’ to sleep.
I’ll call yah in the morning.
at the end of the poem.
It may be underestimated. [vision of a very weird tree in the cemetery, its trucks forming configurations of squares and such, the branches meters thick]
What it said:
I have to turn on this mic internet.
We need something there.
We need your help.
Push this text like a principle player it is.
Learn with it.
We’ve got a lot to show yah
on ground [heard sung by Aquilo, “Human”]
and on the floor.
enhance. [vision of a country bicycle shop on the Auroville main road, the forested section, and a sign in the front near the road that had a list of the work they do, these two things on the list sounding in my inner ear]
Reach something and write it down.
Try to make this pony ride.
[vision of a sort of very large, brownish red greeting card made to look like a small house or important building, but just the suggestion of that, it turning as I looked at it so it could be seen better]
World Heritage Site,
that’s what we reach with this.
It’s a continually interesting piece of balance.
You have got this system starts.
Refresh it everyday.
feature image by Dhina on the occasion of my 61th birthday this year
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
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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,
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.
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
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.
he’s just not a problem
Until you understand him you can’t do anything with him.
Even my problem,
we go awhile with each other.
We learn the lampoon
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,
It’s 10 a.m.
We need to apply pressure to the program.
Can you representative breathe?
You can have it,
It’s always good for you.
Are you sure you know yourself?
Do you know you’re real?
that’s just the part that says hello,
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.
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
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.
This should keep you busy
for a lifetime.
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
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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
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.
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,
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 needit 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.
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
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
Don’t make yourself ill.
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
Can you find a person that knows this
on the environmental frontlines?
They’re too busy charging other people
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.
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.
time goes through,
I went to that place:
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.
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.
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
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?
there’s more responsible
than just not wanting them to fart.
making animals safe and comfortable.
It is catch those devils,
who make milk and eggs
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?
way station man.
the bagpipes sing.
survival’s an organized emergency we all do together.
That dog got me order?
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.
I’d give him to help.
We have time bro.
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,
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
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,
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,
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
else I couldn’t talk like this.
Right now I’m just dry on this.
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?
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.
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
upon this monster.
The last thing your burger could be is a flavor
of murdered animal.
Alright people it’s mean.
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.
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
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,
that helps you goin’.
As soon as he pays you’re probably gonna murder him anyway,
because you think you can go
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.
you think he’s a social disease,
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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]
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?
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?
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,
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.
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.
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
and a child has arrived
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,
I take him to dog.
You, see the relationship.
Great teachers dogs are,
like Rottweiler size
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.
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 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.
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.
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?
gives us her view.
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,
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.
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
You guys never touch,
or once in a blue moon.
you can’t touch her,
but the attachment burns you all day long.
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]
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
We don’t just let street dogs loose.
Can we not kill them either?
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.
the second half,
we don’t school children.
This is a facility for dogs.
It’s not a language lab.
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?
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,
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
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.
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.
I don’t know how to look at her—
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.
Okay I’ve said my piece
on the division of dogs,
the real live orchestra.
It’s a different kind of dog
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.
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.
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,
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?
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,
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,
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.
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.
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
doin’ some mini nature collection,
so they stand the test of time,
and go on long walks
to an imaginary noon.
We’re pressed for time,
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.
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,
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?
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.
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.
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
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,
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.
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.
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.
you take him to task,
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.
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.
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.
Be there with him.
Teach him how to love himself
so he will not get in the way of others.
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,
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,
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.
no meeting on earth would happen.
The gas is gonna do it, right?
I love you.