This video is a significantly revised version of one originally entitled “He’s Markin’ the Pitter of the Universe”, posted in February 2022.
Category: ego activism
The Meaning Behind AI
unless otherwise noted, images by Donny, feature image Gimped composite of photos
Monster 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 through NFTs, 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. China bubble, 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. Hear it? 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. People nothing. Above and beyond the spirit of art, we meet the deeper meanings in AI.
Introductory warning: soul keepers. We’ve had some experiments. This one bothers us, and we take lies with it. It’s haunted. It’s NFT. It’s nifty. We’ll be major force once you take the trouble down. Zero said about humanity. I’ll change on Saturday— Wired. 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. They’re listenin’, blinkin’. This is computer generated bullshit I’m looking at over here. Lay it on me, the computer of the worlds. Equity’s base, 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, precisely human. 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. It’s happenin’, 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, sexual imagery, 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? AI?
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? Live art, 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 right now. It’s come to show you something, and it has a whole lot of meaning’s worth, and it’s larger than the page. See this. 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, ocean spray. 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, a child’s. 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. Superman 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. Teletubbies, 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; love is, 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. They're interested and patient 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? Painfully so, a haunting ghost. Now what do we do with the trashcan? Throw our boys away wrong hat. 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. Cancer everybody, 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, emotion’s curl, 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 mostly, 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. You’re constrained. 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. Of course you’ve matched computer with reality. I’m demonstratin’ we get bigger than that. Creativity’s got a whole lot more show than round house, than I am here in animal subsidies. Look, 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. Oh man. 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 contemplating it. 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. Travel form, (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 gatherin’ itself, and then just keep goin’ God. Let your thoughts ring this out, the possibilities, the airs, 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: even God, 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 you happened, 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. Feature this in your fear of enlightenment’s charge. I’m gonna getcha in that being soon. AI creators, 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. Celebrate it, desktop it, disseminate it, 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.
Hear this: we won’t get along in time, the fundamental bases of humanity and artificial intelligence. It’s insectual. 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, study that. 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 perfect. 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. He’s excellent 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’, oh there. 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? It’s big. 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, think big. 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, not machines. 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 a despot. 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, we’re lost. 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, 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 from strange, and you’ve got a lot to show people. Now go forth. I give you My permission. It’s time. 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. Show people. This is more than disease. We have a catapult to do. We have to pull back from the world and lift off no interruptions. 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, wherever. 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. Come on. Suit yourself. Shunning Director. A kid too early. Lines facing. 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 Supreme. 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 achievement, 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. You silly, God’s not Atom. Elephant, [spoken in Nitish’s voice] that’s that ole Decorator. Sometimes 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] Listen. The mind speaks of fulfills what was originally drawn or spoken as an airplane. Create, manage, 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— Skylab’s open. We think of the real world, its measure and process in time, not we constructed this through a time loophole, maybe, possibly, all this emerging technology not there yet, and Elon Musk says so and whole bunch of hairpins. Does thinking burn the Earth? Towards glory 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, with everything, even AI. 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. Come here! 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, completely, utterly. A deadly monster AI is to your research paper, school essay, 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? Practice it. 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? Stillness speaks, 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, a Bible 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, huh K-pop. 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. We’re goin’. There’s no stoppin’ us. You comin’? Hey kid come on, hey, deeper meaning. 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 pits Alabama with this large AI system. The resultant chaos exceeds matter. Finally, you know who shows up. Hip, hip, and let’s get outta here. Fuckin’ noise bit me! Those are my emotions, killer red, but don’t worry. I’ve got ‘em perfect butterflies. 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. I reckon… Frank get off that phone. Deeper meaning. 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 its coin. 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. We continue. Evolution still. 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. Consciousness, Charlie, 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. Consciousness 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, capitalism 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. Supermind’s a whole other ship. Whatever gives you that ride you’ll have to find out yourself. Interpret dreams. 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. Come here. The luminous end of being unfrequented you, 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. Avatar, 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, not heart, and I’m not tryin’ to get yah to believe in me but art. Mistook AI for noise. That’s my calling card, Blank A Eight on the planet. We think we’re doing sadhana. It’s not. 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. What? 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, even universes, 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 experience. 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 and intellectual. That’s the reason my book is finished. I can’t find you anywhere around those tables. We’re fine. 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? Dazzle, 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, learning signals, 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. Really? 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 than technology. I’ve explained myself. Can you do it? No compromises. Start punchin’ that bird again. Maybe the cellphone destroys civilization. We’re making a mess of things. You can make purchases with a calling card. Computers can stay at home. Film equal civil exhausted. You know the cellphone’s got to go. Let’s go back to cameras in hand, real photographers comin’ upon life in stream, videos made to mean somethin’, like starlight in a movie.
Sin camera, 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. Please, no, 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, three hankies: 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? Afro-Americans, and tell them primary exam: 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. Get open. 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. You’re copy. 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. The signal. Thoughtful he is, artful. 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, they believe, before all those people move in. And we need to go now. I certainly would Director. Get this show on the road. I don’t know how to do it, say this 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 as output in the stores of our creativity. Create duplicate, we don’t make art, the rising tide. How do we stand this? The pedophile has your machine. You are not broadcast early vigilante. 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. The technology 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 in check.
Every daylight in this room, oh man it’s what you’re lookin’ for. Not what you’re lookin’ for center cobwebs. 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— real answers. 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. Open AI. Can you render this what you saw in your dream last night? Who are the real life charges in today’s Beijing? It’s infected. 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 than AI. 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. Hey Michael. Hey Donny. You’re the couple got lost yesterday. Alright everybody, 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, swastikas, flags? 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. Remoteness along, 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, staple diffusion? 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. Code red her errors, each a slot between life and death. That’s an aggressive, violent stick. Look, look, look, watch: 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?
Divine ecstasy, 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 a sign, a vision, 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, ecologically sound. 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 an attention, a training, in a nice big auditorium. It ended up the same place that I had started, underwater. This is exactly what I’m talking about. Shut the door. Shoelace key, then cut the transmission. No Bruno. Leelow go. 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. I’m dead. 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 foot master. 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’re on. You have it. This is large sheet music. I’m counting time. It’s honest to God wear. [sound vision of Luna barking loudly] Come on, 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. Rise universal. You can study it where we lay it, toward emerge God. 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. Show them, 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? It’s you. 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] Photography 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 and smile 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 Rufort Berrywood. 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. For me, it has nothing to do with Black skin. I opt it for something else, the group of people who aren’t worth much, the subhuman, 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. You’re beautiful 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. Alright, what do we hope to gain from them? Their lynching. 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] Equity’s base 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 to integrate. 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 sometimes. 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, just, 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? Bedtime stories, repeat and say them, her crackerjacks, 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. It’s early. 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 after that. 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, 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, suggest things, you’d put monsters to. They’re insanitory. 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. It’s here, 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’m gonna… 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? Come back. 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, lighten up. 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, the development 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. Luna. 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. Come here. Not everyone bathe with their children in the wrong places, or rub them hand down at night. I’m talking about the square one hate pedophile. 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 for pedophiles. 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. Thanks. Now to robbers, marauders. Simultaneously 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 development, and development’s 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. Sex ensures. 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. You can. 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, continue. 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. Most religions aren’t helpers. 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 corrective mountain, and it’s not the rapper yah want dead. Give me a massage. Oh, 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 with peppermint. 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 to safety. They can drown with this. They feel in their bodies so much. To bring that same sex with ‘em as a child. So hard to open the door, legalize them. 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? Ninety-nine cookies, hurry up now. You’ll soon have none. Drove off 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 learning strength. 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. Captain, congratulations. You have really changed. Welcome home. How was it? You want bread? My love is straight. Just sit, 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, read them. 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! Bury him. 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. See somethin’: 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, 11 a.m. 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, they’re comin’. I wanted them to come faster. That’s all part of the game. My discovery 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. Oh today, damn, we have a busy table, so emotionally balanced, sound, 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. Glimpse ability apparent, a lifetime 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. Solid instructions. You don’t leave out a note. You address the child in their backward movements. The denial 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. Freefire, 4:30, you editor, 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. Hurtle, 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. Comin home the leeway. You have got this system starts. Refresh it everyday.
The Garden Sleeps
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 Dombledorf. He looks connected. There might be. [vision of a small otter-human-like creature’s head coming up out of a small square pool of water and looking up at me and saying the line, the pool the irrigation tank where Nitish swims but not in the location it actually is] The answer’s not complete. Tryin’ to help. I feel so inadequate at the task. I just sit here and write. We would reach in and pull sincerity out, but I’m at a halt in myself, and I don’t know where to begin. I can’t capture this page. I can only tell you what it says. We are mountains from molehills. I’ve done things with your memory all the while holding sincerity in my hand. I think I’ve lifted the curtain of existence and shown you what’s inside. I revealed my room. A lot goes on there. And the world is in my room staring at me. I can’t put it down. Where would I be without you? And I can’t get at that you. When I meet you on the street you’re just another person to me. I glow with this, hold you around the feelings of my mind that we may meet. Death do us in. I can’t champion this. I hold you in my arms and cry when you press too hard against me with a sad story of yours I’ve encountered through public media. I don’t know how to make you go away. I feel the group like it’s my own soul, yet you banish me and call me names. I don’t know what to do with this. It hurts, and I don’t think there are ears in your heart. I spend myself on them. I think we’ve gone beyond good and evil. I think we’re just human beings here. Can you tell me how to get along with you and still be myself? I don’t know how to make you feel what I feel. I can’t take my heart out and show it to you. I pull words outta my heart, and you can’t see the symbol for the words. I’m a dead delivery. I’d like to smile, having your social hand, but you won’t give it to me. Where do I find you in disease? I don’t have to wait long. You would spit in my eye if I came too close, and I mean so well for you. I was taken down. I looked at him. The idea I think he’s beauty with is feelin’ the whole. I come to read him. I find solace here. I’m taken to the top of myself. I see and understand I have depths. I would just like him to be alive, continue writing verse. He means something to me. He’s a wild space in the world yet that hasn’t been taken out. He does not kiss ass. We don’t want to see him get in trouble. He is right there in our taboos a guiding light. You don’t know strange men. They will test your boundaries. They are not a shake off. They come to see you definitely. These questions, they’re for answers. We don’t ask them just to say please. They’re all around us now, ardently studying who we are. I’m a voice in that multitude. I could get better answers. I fought with meaning to break it open, and the world fell into place. I grapple with it now. I mean I hold it in my hands and sing to it the poetry of the school. This is beyond answers. It’s just basking with you in the warm sunshine of our being. It’s weird to be alive. There’s so much that shines on my nose. You know what I mean. I could run amuck plucking at things, just bein’ led by the nose. Symbol imagery, I mean the world with that, and I’m stupid. I show you myself too much, but that’s what makes vulnerable the strength that it is. You trust me. I’m happily so much more than show business. I reveal things to you. They come from the sky. I hold them in my hand and paint this page with them. The moonlight of their starshine glows iridescent. I spend them in hours of verse. It looks like we have another day. I’m selfish. Get out of your closet. Tell us everything. Gave the world a black eye did yah? Bring your wife and kids. Come with me now. I sit at risk, write a ledger of emergency. I’m trying to show the way out. Will you join me? No confessions for this place please. You don’t tell the cops what you did. We will not ask the law to get us. We want to overcome the law, so it’s not rigid it’s human. How do you know they’re not here? They’re gonna work with him, unfortunate souls that need a time out. You can do this in your living room. Where are you? I was just in that kitchen spot, tryin’ to collect all the ears that help you outta this. Let me be your emotional man. Let me find the way out. Even the cigarette a lot of the times light up the temple. You’re kidding me. You would go to bat for me? You would show me the way out? Aren’t you a confession machine? Wouldn’t you tell on me and limit the ways I trust you? You’re just not smart. You expose yourself. My existence depends on me. Can you tell me society cares? I’m just a target. No, no, don’t go back there. Come out and breathe awhile clean air. Don’t you wanna feel good? Some kid came daddy and rode me monster. I don’t understand. This is a social dilemma. Can we handle being people? Where’s the living room? Is it full of vice and TV? What’s got you fascinated? I don’t know how to show you this. You gotta get outta that. Alright, he’s just not a problem you understand. Until you understand him you can’t do anything with him. Even my problem, we go awhile with each other. We learn the lampoon sticks out. How do we stick this in chocolate? We fold ourselves. We learn to let go of the spoon. We challenge ourselves with bright horizons. You come together on the role you need to play who is behind you. Can you see an island? Challenge yourself with more than yourself. Study your room. It will take you there. It’s hitting me. To turn around, made a turn. I got outta cars. I stopped doing bullshit. How does this happen in science? We need to see our disease, and then get going. It’s 10 a.m. We need to apply pressure to the program. Can you representative breathe? You can have it, lunch treatment. It’s always good for you. Are you sure you know yourself? Do you know you’re real? An actor, that’s just the part that says hello, drive basically. It’s who you think you are. Is the wonder at coyote? Is the world not real? That’s somebody to get hurt. You need to tell them you’re sorry. Put it on the difficulty what had me. Buckle up, honey any moment now you’re to get theft or hurted. We’re just not here. We’ll levity rehearse. [vision of three or four black and white photographs I couldn’t make out, the last one I could, one of a girl of indeterminate age in a white ballet tutu on a stage doing an exaggerated curtsy] Don’t rob yourself with identity. You are not you. You’re a field in a play. You get along you understand. That taller You you’ll find one day. She doesn’t care. She’s a dysfunctional human being. Don’t equate her with your room. Be a baby unto your room. How are you? It was more about Joe than the rest of us realize. You’re free to discuss this. You’re free to dance. You are as important as the President in the inward bowels of ourselves. You are a process dip into forever. You make it happen, the representative figure you are. You’re changin’ lives by ever bein’ yourself. You’re gettin’ bigger all the time if you reach in and find yourself not the author of the program. My God this world has ways in it. It’s mind-boggling. This should keep you busy for a lifetime. Okay stop putting your identity on your name, on that little figure you are, and understand your importance in the scheme. I went downstairs and I told him play. David actually feels like somebody, but way was he tryin’. Somehow this triangle has evolved from multiple scores. You are not who you are, but you’re more than that. You blindfold wisdom and chop it in half. I wanna explain to you all none of this is happening. Do you see the horror? You see the relationship. You’re a salt on the Void to bring out its something. You’re doing nothing but complaining. Don’t complain. We’re high animals. We’ve got this world goin’. It’s our livelihood. We hate everything. It’s not that bad. It’s quite good actually. We’re here, and we’re alive. Okay we ain’t free. We can’t have everything. but everything’s coming. We just have to land first. We can manage from here. It’s got Goldilocks on it, until we find the horses that put on planet right. Hey dude I want yah to know out your brains I’m gonna blow. We’re just forlorn that’s all. Winter’s comin’, and we need to be prepared. We’re a little nuclear holocaust here, a little nuclear holocaust there, but nothin’ gets us outta the way. We retain civilization. Any homeland, any way of raisin’ children, we’re gonna have to come to the dice and end up eliminatin’ all of them. The better way of bein’ human, it ain’t out yet. I’m tryin’ to tell you what’s goin’ on, but you’ve climate changed my answers, and they don’t get to the public. I’ve got a whole host of answers, the nitty-gritty college details of existence to help you survive. I won’t be here. This is a future log. I’ll see you later. Fascinating, I think you just said the peace. Could it be the color of my skin the audience is a thimbleful? Where’s that little Seventh Manager welcome spectacular? Don’t look now, They’ve got a buffalo for yah. The Gods must be crazy. Mother you with this? The stairway’s there. You have the purple stairwell. Turn those shoes; let Me turn them, the stairwell’s up. Ride handsomely. That’s a wrap up with my own medicine.
In the Arena of This World
feature image by Mithun
Is that the dynamic? We choir now. He’s so little he expands your room. Settled in myself to eat, that’s the flavor of sadhana, and we enhance. It’s an inner journey. We go for it. It’s an inner cleaving. We humble ourselves and do it. It rebounds. It grabs yah. It’s an opening you do when you’re hungry. You’re hungry for God’s touch. [“Open to God’s touch” heard during darshan in the Mother’s room, and then the muse changed it as I walked down the stairs so it fit this poem that was coming as I waited for the room darshan and went through the line in and out of her room, the most of this verse, from the eat line, coming in that quiet activity on her death day] This is the lifeline. This is sustenance. Try to prevent a fracture in sadhana, a more sustained doing might do so. I’m sure I belong there. You’re here. I don’t think we take the vital out of our room. The right vital comes out. The mystic of the flute lives on on ocean’s rainbow. [vision of an Indian-style key, the long variety, on the step of a concrete, light blue flight of stairs about two thirds up] A key, it’s hard to report their bouncing effect. You throw them away. You don’t know how to use them. You pour beer over them, vital indulgences. Now one comes. Open its window. Be there in the sky for it all active on time. [four visions, two side by side then the other two the same, of strange, colorful scenes I could not make out they happened so fast] We interrupt your dream venture to put you in touch with yourself. You don’t know yourself. I think you use a sadhana watch, and they won’t fool you. They tell it like it is. You’re out to lunch, and that other one’s over there not climbing the street right. You need each other to focus, a small sum of human beings, no more than a handful. You fit. You share similar interests. You live in close proximity. You can’t digital do this as a group come together. Get real with one another, nice and kind and polite, not tryin’ to pass up one another, not tryin’ to be mean. [vision of Lisa, my deceased Rottweiler, curled up against an urban wall in a dog ball but her head up and looking at me, sadly] Titties suck my dear. You don’t get out of them what you need. They’re not your bread and butter. They test and try you, as humans do. Romantic love is hard to motion here. I think you’re friends, deeply connected, why you come together, how you come together. You’ll recognize this in dreams. You move on one another in the friendship relationship of a dream. You’re bonded. It’s great to be together. This gets deeper. You family one another. Respect this group. Leaving it’s a soul’s choice. It’s not based on petty arguments. You will go to school together learnin’ sadhana. All your dreams come together in the group. Everyday you share them, work out meaning, time. This grows. You do this all the time. The inner relationship’s happenin’. Now you go together to sadhana central. You want to do sadhana all the time. A minute don’t go by without it. It’s your mainstay. It’s your life’s blood. It’s what’s you’re doin’ in life. You keep at it. You keep goin’. A small circle/handful of people [words spoken simultaneously] do nothing else. This is the basis of life. It’s everywhere apparent. It’s how you concentrate. It’s there all the time, always concentrating. It gathers you. It puts you in touch with yourself so you see what you’re doin’. No tellin’ where you are with yourself. It could be at the beach. It could be in metallurgy. You could be climbin’ buildins, playin’ in the street or in front of a crowd. You’re always concentratin’ whatever you do. The mind’s the game. Now what does that what you see in your mind carry, a present moment swirl? You do there concentrate. Where do you put the bubble? On higher than yourself. You’re tryin’ to reach divine. It’s the major of your focus, connection, contact. You know the divine’s right there in front of you. Keep the world relatin’ in that key, and everything you do will be fine. That’s the secret of sadhana. I’m just ruined today. Nobody knows me under. I deal out cards of bright shiny poems. It’s just a reader’s poem with no readers. Bad material I guess, or awful writing. My room is a way station and a promise. I’ll hit the right note one day. Sadhana science, how do I show this to you? Where do I go to show this to you? It’s a concentration in your head you stay clean for. If I told you about the troubles. I still go to college. I got spirits in my head and they won’t go. [heard sung by The Strumbellas, “Spirits”] You know I’m hearin’ muse. This is a dictated poem. You’re all fired up. Wanna say somethin’. It’s about the city of concentration. I think I’m learnin’ to keep the mind quiet not on external things, and that time is optimized for sadhana. These are the thoughts think about, and you go from there, put your own larger list together. What is infinity? What’s the nature of the universe? Does God care? What will lift my room? Do I get larger than time? Can I feel the feelings of another through brands of consciousness? What is the thought that stops thought? Am I showin’ you how to think? You’re up there where thought meets the sky, your husband. Do you hear that? We treasure this present moment our thought taking us skyward, and we are passive to that reach. You put the perspective on that. To those lonesome memories, you’re naked to the eternal now. Feel them that way. Now we’ll repellant. Thought gets in the way. It’s not what you wanna do all the time. You want to be clear certain purpose. That’s a way of hold your mind no words or images. Smoking the cigarette of thought, chewing it out like a stick of gum, these are brands you wear. They spend and they disease. You don’t have to think. I’m learnin’ not to. It’s so much clearer in there. When I go to sleep I’m not a crybaby. Monster in those movies. I handle sleep. I’m waking up on the hub of dreams. I try to retrieve them, or I’m writing a poem, and it continues. I spend my nights this way, in a wakeup mode going back to sleep. I get about six hours all told, seven on this night and that. My wakeup periods are long. Like I say I’m writing muse as the night bells ring, or I’m layin’ there where quiet meets my mind, pullin’ on the length of dream. That’s a sadhana sleep. It gets you in touch with the day. That’s been the content of the night, if you know how to read your dreams. Turn around and face tomorrow your dreams carry you too, and they show you yesterday to know what’s goin’ on. There’s just so much to dream, but it arms you for the day. And now you’re ready to step out into the world a sadhana-go-round. Keep it simple, keep it clean, your honeydew in the world. Behaviors lead to sadhana, or they refuse it. You’re a sadhana keeper. Always remember that. It won’t go away. Like it can never reject you. I don’t care how reprobate you are, sadhana’s there for you. It will carry you through the storm. It will clean out your act. You’ll get better because of it. Just keep goin’. Let it fill your room. Don’t shy away from it because you think it’s judging you. It is always there to pick up. It understands your needs and will help you fill them properly. It’s the intention that counts, the attitude. Keeping your mind quiet on the divine, that’s your smelling salts. It’s how you save your life. If you’re an ordinary sucker, you’ll have a harder time. You gotta get naked. You gotta take off all those clothes, get down to your primal need to fill your life with God. One episode of you are so filled, just one time and take this book with you for the rest of your life, and you will do sadhana, can’t help but to; it’s in your nature now. Everybody wants to know the nature of progress. You love people, identify with everything. You’re not a grouch or a scrooge. You’re good to be with, not demanding or mean. You listen to people. It’s not all about you. I don’t think you make people feel uncomfortable, but you do challenge them by the obvious depth you live. You call to people, not with your eyes your shoes. That means you don’t mess with them. You tend to prefer quiet comin’ to the head, not hours and hours of music or all this environmental stimuli. You like nature, raw and clean. Walks accompany your day, walks through nature where you can find it. An animal can climb aboard. You’re a big bucket of love that knows how to pour itself. This is what we know of love: rape and murder, and love’s right there with yah. No one took the sign off you need to be loved. All this spiritual growth sees that. You love everybody you come into contact with. You know what you love them for: love heals things, makes people better. I don’t think you can fake this very much. Spend some time with someone and see. Alright spiritual advanced person, let my count your love, not anything else. I wanna see yah love. I think the whole point of our spiritual shoes, we get to know love. A great big sadhana bring that out. I’m a terrible husband— this is the spiritual call. I think sometimes it walks on your soul. I don’t know how to explain this to you. You’d think all would be right with the world. You’re torn asunder. You’re made to do things you don’t like. They gravity of the situation just eats you alive. You obey the call, like I’m doin’ now. You picked the wrong time to blast a hole in my shoes. I’m a servitor of divine will. I’m servin’ everybody not sinnin’, and here I am expose myself to your wrath. You’re not a noble person. I’ve seen what you do to people. You don’t love them atall. So my head’s on the chopping block the reality poem, and here I am giving you my bread for the umpteenth time. You’d think I’d had enough by now. Anyway here it is, a poem where you can do yourself and make the world ring, even if no one hears it, and they just think the worst of you. They’re not snow that’s obvious. He seems to have a sadhana that doesn’t get any kickback in return. He doesn’t get validated except by his team. He is treated like everybody’s pariah. His sadhana circle listens to him, and others are few and far between. He’s a real human being. He got okay on the wheels/wings of his sadhana. [words spoken simultaneously] You have it now. Reader this is not brag or boast about. This is the path to divine consciousness and younger, and you’re gonna need a little younger. Open it. A lot depends on the soul change. When you’re young, and you soul mother in hospital, we’re goin’ in some shockin’ of yours. Well he quoted us all trying to see her. You look like you losing what did you lose? The ability to stay awake in dream. You can’t do that, let’s tend silly here. It’s not your job to fight the Minotaur. That your job, trigger lucidity captain this ship. God dog does that look handsome! Some fancy’s got you hooked. You’re standing on the ability to move on dreams. Just get out of here. Take your consciousness and try it out. You can go up and in from there, up to the higher consciousness, in to the soul. Try it out. See how far you get. Obstacles determine pathway, and you see what’s limiting you. You really can get there from here. Dream is a doorway where you get started to open the inner consciousness, and there your sadhana rides in its most visible form. You need this to survive. Burn out early if this is just all in your head. The inner consciousness will take you there to all the meanings you have missed, to your direction of travel, and you’ll see the divines involved with you and get into soul things. It’s your guidebook. It’s your lamp. Your teachers talk to you through there. It’s a daily dose of miracle, and it moves your sadhana along a fresh start everyday. This is the major element most sadhanas miss, and we’re callin’ on yours in league with the world. I’m sure you got questions. Begin. Alright Donny there’s a truth to tell. You’re bein’ spying on inside. The thoughts get yah. Oh she’s memorable wearin’ them thoughts. All these thoughts on God culminate in that one. When the bough breaks, [heard sung, nursery rhyme] and you enter Silent Mind. These are the memories to feel now, the character of enlightenment, regardless of your pain inside, of the happenstance of chance, the resistance futile. Go for it baby. Keep the light goin’. Don’t go to sleep. Don’t her give up on that sadhana. You have a world to change. Say the same here. We’ve got our heads out for miracles. That’s a world line. Can you show this to us sweetheart? I’ll be back in about five minutes. I’ve got tools for you. I’m gonna use them first, grow up Nitish. It’s the army in the game, and I’m a former Green Beret sergeant to show them to yah. Not so hard on the kid, but he’s gonna lesson. There’s just too much soft flesh there video game mode. Cheerio. This blog is not just to put my stuff on. My blog is clear your highway. Stop defending yourself. What? Skin spots are really east to spot. You have to come over here so I can help you. One by one they ran away from my house. Can’t figure out. I had given you really good ice cream. Her whole house was zoom zoom zoom, and you’ve got a literature there tomorrow to bring to temple. Come in.
He’s Alone in There with Kids
feature image by Donny
Vilifying that like he deserves to be shot. Wait, wait, wait, you’re officially allowed to speak. He took me to pizza, I played the flute. He was now. Divine values fill my room. I’m a nut etched deep into the ground of being. You won’t find me in stores. I’m all there is. I mean there’s only one of me. I sudden. I hold mops and brooms. I clean myself first. I have everybody to think of. Do you know that? It’s hard. Everybody’s away from you. There you are, and I’m gone. You’re everybody’s baby except those who find you not. [heard sung in the voice of Joni Mitchell to tune of “Carey”, the lyrics “Oh you’re a mean ole daddy but I like you”] “The Bell Spirituality” has kicked off the game, with your husband. I am very different, a radical revolutionary. To be honest with yah, I want the halls of justice to come tumbling down, schools to close. Do it now in my ear. American justice, that’s branded in shame. It’s not like we own up to it. Do you know what shame does to a car? It humiliates it, and we have no car that gives us a good run. They’re seething with social justice, and we rape them in the halls of the system. That’s good? Now let’s go behind bars. You mean men, terrible women. Social equality here. Can we manage them? I think we just snake/choke them. [words spoken simultaneously] They’re made to feel sheep. They’re piled on one another. We’re pressing them into the ground. We want them to have bad feelings. It’s a social club. They’re down and dirty to each other. Nowhere you can run. You’re limited in your freedom to a jail cell. How’s that for size? They sting. They put you in touch with yourself so you want to kill people, rob society. How many get out and do that? They’re horrible places to eat. Their food is mixed in blood. They are encountered in shit. We can’t get them to eat good life force. It’s not there. The guards emit it, tonnes and loads of ill will. You’re just treated badly all along the line. Now let’s rape and kill shall we? I don’t think you know what you’re doin’. It’s ugly. It’s so stupid. Yet you wish this on people, either that or kill them. You think justice is done. You’ve just hamstrung society. I don’t event think you see us as a society. We’re just individuals going our own way. You pilot them with a gun. Law and order means violence. Great you say it works. Like it’s falling apart. It’s never worked, but we don’t see that. Justice is done. The victims feel better, like they’re avenged, and we tell them they have closure, don’t we press? Well what does that mean? We’ve done all the wrong things to get better. We’ve crucified someone for their sins, I mean to the upmost extent of the law, and we hate them doing it. You’re supposed to feel that way; it’s the law. Now let’s go to gun. Who has it now? And you shoot and shoot and shoot. These are healing measures? They took my son. They did this to me! Your pain is undeniable. You must be cared for, taken care of, but we’d need to remind you of your humanity. We can’t have you acting like an animal too. You got me here? What am I sayin’? It’s not society we change it’s you. Your attitudes of justice suck. You think it’s right to kill people or get rid of them, for doin’ wrong. Of course, they’ve sinned. Even if it makes it worse. Even if it doesn’t work. All the laws say so. They’re just there to break. You don’t change human nature with law. You have to go to school for that. In Saigon, good morning. These are American troops stationed in Vietnam. These are American school children in their school. Hello Vietnam! They just rust there, learning to oppress people, kill their chickens, rape their girls. We’ll shoot them if they don’t comply, burn down the village. I think I saw a rifle there, or I just wanna get mean. We oppress and we oppress and we oppress. I think I learned that in school. There’s no teaching done there on the right things in life. It’s a mind game. Let’s get our intellectual skills in order, and we don’t even do that. My what a waste school, every single hour every single day. We put our kids through deeply - harming - mechanisms, and we don’t even see it. We put the recognition on the pedophile. Can you see that? Nobody knows the reality of school. It’s a wham! bam! thank you ma’am! I’ll open it— systems of abuse. No one’s happy there, despite the location: we’re socializing kids, and that should be a happy project. They have moments of school bliss, but then a bully gets them, or they fail a test, any number of things that the bliss can’t hide, that it can’t even do away with. We make schools like a prison house of rules. This is a learning experience they’re robbed of a chance to learn. You’re not safe there. You’re put in trouble. Let’s pound a few heads, that’s school curriculum in its we need the right answer. Then? They could care less the devastating effect on children their laziness counts. There it's meat. Can you tell me what the three R’s mean to life when you don’t even know how to treat people? Let’s memorize the anatomy of a star, take our science books and cram them into our brain holes, learn the math we’ll never use, and hear the lesson of the most intricate fields in life, and we stand there rivals to one another, strangers. We just wanna get out and play. Now there’s a mode of travel. It just looks like play to us. We’re not sure of it’s taco, but we can learn that way, innovative, creative mind-posts that know how to lesson the heart and keep that animal under control the right way. I’m not tryin’ to take your freedom. I have some good things for you to eat in a background of why don’t you ask instead of take? I’m socializin’. Can we make friends? Alright corporate manager, your employees are getting the shaft. Now Julie you take the role. I think capitalism knows better if it’s taught at school, and climate change can find out, and there it is. Alright Mr. Hairy Policeman, put down the gun. Alright victim, now you take the role. You see what I’m gettin’ at. Play. We have a whole field to cover, all of life’s rooms. We can get creative, and you know we can improve school. Is that all we’re doin’? I think it’s an extremely localized concept. So much smaller matters. We can get down to business on a street block, in a farm circle, and we’re goin’ to school with neighbors, you know? A very localized concept would bring it down to science. We can get our hands on it. Spaces large enough for a small classroom, I think they’re probably preexisting. You got this big den. There’s the gym, any number of places, modified to fit need that’s all. Teachers are emissaries. They know how to spot students. Okay, you, you and you, let’s spend some time on algebra or differential equations. Can you do calculus? I think you need the science book in those holes in your head. They’re trained to spot individual learners, and that’s the secret of school. Your inner abilities are brought out. Where you’re geared in life, that’s where you go. It’s made to fit you as the group does its thing, and you’re in it. You see what I’m tryin’? This is a much better society. It works. It’s around the corner, if you can put it there. I’m seein’ it, and I’m certainly not the only one. Gotta get it in the zeitgeist, and there’s a whole lot to overcome. We have to change human beings, whole societies of them. You don’t know what I mean. They can’t be changed. It’s impossible. Well let’s drop some acid and see. Just kidding, but you know, there might be something there. Anyway how do you change a hungry man, an abused woman? That’s the formula stick out. It’s what we’ve been tryin’ to do all these years, but we didn’t know where change bring you. We just wanted better people, and all our tries make us worse. Where do we go for change? Well, a rocket poem can help. You know of all the arts, poetry puts your head on. We can sing too, or ballet, get down in every art. That’s the medium our social change. It gets the word out there in creative heartbeats. It moves you, and we begin. The right stuff, it’s the market today in a heartfelt poem. Hello there. Don’t say it— he believes it could only be said in India, anything we say. What’s the wrong with you? That’s the horrible speakin’ God. This is the dosa mavu that wants to put our crisis on the table. What’s he doing? He’s making comment. This is what control their will, I mean in a big time: etched deep into the ground of being, where we meet each other on the ground in India, is a horsefly; 9/11 happened in India. Stop wearin’ that. Your minorities don’t threaten your existence, see some master plan to unHindu everybody. The part that I played, I was tryin’ to get the world to see itself. Fact cutters, that came the other day to throw me outta my room, and I belong there, and I’m an American living in India. I’m a parent there outspoken in my room. You outta see it. You can’t be any kind of whistleblower 2022. One second. I want all rice. I want the world to end it’s regional languages rule the day. I want to believe in humanity. You got me dog? That was the doctor. Forget something. Somebody call me a monster— I’m gonna make you pay; you process the abuse of children. For one thing I wouldn’t hurt them. No, but I have a plan. Vietnam, I wanted to get into the thought good. A police car is outside. [spoken in the voice of Mithun in a vision where he’s coming in from the balcony saying that, and I’m going to see if one is] This is dangerous. Can you respect that? What’s the point of it? There you have it, a poem to change minds.
I Share Children with Her
feature image by Donny
You give healing meat its substance. You’re way out there, right in the slot of truth. I don’t think anyone understands this. You’re a miracle: nobody’s touched you; all the help you get. You really show people somethin’. Most people don’t know it’s there. They’re too based in ordinary. Okay we climb mountains, keep goin’, just press on. We’re goin’ somewhere. I hoped you a-l-w-a-y-s thought me u-g-l-y, you thought me friend. [this and above line heard sung in the voice of Don Williams to tune of "You're My Best Friend"] Our best teacher, we’re talkin’ soul. Ladies and gentlemen, Think Oil. You hear soldier. Oh man you don’t stink. You’re chasin’ a good one. Okay you got the preamble. I would like soul need determine time. I want to talk on the level of soul. Where do we bring this out? Is it evident anywhere? How do we talk about soul? Do we meet it with the divine? Where’s it goin’? Where’s it come from? How long it’s been? Does it explain us? What is about soul that makes its process? Does it rule time? Where can it be found? Is it perfect? Can we touch it? How does it find us? Is that all there is? How do you add it to the program? Can we say it’s substance? How big is it? Does it search us? What are its parameters? Can we get at it? Is it Black, or would all colors fit its lifestyle? Is it here among us? When does it die? Is it our only project? How did it get here? How do we communicate with it? Does it know us as the thing that does? Is it our true nature? Is this soul a concept or a divine? And we go round and round. The soul asks more questions than it answers, but we can look at it. Can you? It’s here. I think it’s from another planet. It’s put us on. That planet’s another sphere, the reality behind reality. We are its goalkeepers. We fumble ourselves all the time. We don’t know how to do it, take soul and measure up. It’s the substantial reality behind us. It’s put itself here. I think that’s phenomenal existence. The soul is a dome phenomenal existence fits inside. It was here first. I don’t think we cant touch it with our hands. It’s not the reality we see. It’s got our backing. Where do individual souls fall in? Let’s say they’re here. This is not pepper spray. You can help put ‘im on that things might get hurt. This is the ballpark. Hello soul— this is an individual flavor of existence. It’s got cans on it. They go through time. That’s the flavors it carries around. It’s expressing your life. See the flavors? All these tunes express our life to us. So many layers to the soul. It’s a great big getaway. There’s nothin’ else to it; it’s the ground of its own being. It represents us in time, and we are representative figures of this thing called soul. We express it everyday, and our body is its leeway. A deformity, an ugliness, awful, isn’t it? You’ve needed that to get along. If you look at the world as a container, that doesn’t fit. All things are expressive of soul, even the ugliness. The world touches you there like it’s probing you. Awful, isn’ it? Keep going. This expresses you, the dynamics of this life. You’re carrying that with you for an example set. You have to learn from this example. It’s so pressing, and it’s so physical. I think everybody knows I love little boys. How ugly is that? I am one case where the focus bounced off the movie. Sure enough he was. I came to souls in the room. They were everywhere. Try fucking a soul. They don’t want you to do that. You don’t abuse a soul. You just don’t. It’s the basis of reality. It’s got bigger than life. There’s no abuse possible. Are you expressing soul when you abuse somebody? You’ve stopped doing it a soul becomes visible. We are all relating souls. They transcend time. You cannot harm them. Violation is impossible. Life is a field for the soul to work out deities. The human soul is not divine. It’s something more fundamental. It’s the substance of deity. We don’t hinder it as it brings deity to the human room. It’s expressive of deity. It helps us put that on. That’s our purpose here. Can you see the soul bringing up life? This is the arisal of everything. The substance of soul has a field to play. It’s putting on itself in ever increasing rooms. I don’t think you can touch bottom of the soul’s play. Can you imagine infinities within infinities within infinities? And here we are in our room. So much accompanies us, so much to do. Where do we go with this? Towards the substance of soul. We layer ourselves. What has made it to the surface is a little play in time, this little portion of us we so mistakenly confuse with us. It has all of us behind. My God the soul, it’s there in the room the container of existence. Jerrycans of abuse, I was the orphanage. That’s our predicament here. We’re bastard children a mommy and a daddy have left behind. We can’t see our divine parents. Divine origins allude us. We only know we’re here getting spanked by time, clusterfucked. We don’t know how to stop abusing one another. We just don’t know how to help one another. This is a horrible place. It’s a prison house. It just sucks us, and time’s got its finger up our ass. Dry, lifeless orgasms is where life meets us. We are probed. I say again we are probed. Our greatest joy can turn to pain in the happenstance of death everywhere surprises us. We are dangerous keepers. We can’t trust anyone. Real amateurish your whole monstrous tirade. No, and I like it, but I’m waking up. The policy of monsters we are bring to ourselves. Are you really waking up? Jeremiah 19:9 the most monstrous of all. Do you know what? The city didn’t rush in to defend you. I’m curios to know why it didn’t. You’re a monster. They are making names to make sense of their city. It’s purple passion not heart attack. I had a hate here with wine. This is the poison we all drink, to be to ourselves our city is good. Now are you ready for Christmas? And here comes the soul. That’s what keeps us together, keeps us from falling apart. It’s music you hear on the radio when the world had just caved in, and you know that song's talking to you everything’s gonna be okay. It’s that sudden smile you get from some perfect stranger, and it’s like a kiss from Heaven because the rain has come. It’s your mommy’s warm hands washing your tender parts not wanting anything for herself, and you are seven or eight. It’s an ice cream truck comin’ round the corner, and you have just enough for a cone. It’s the great big beautiful sun shining down on you like you mean somethin’. It’s the breeze wiping the sweat off your face, and you have just run. It’s the lovely afternoon your family sang, and you will never forget those moments. It’s your father’s satisfied hands, and you’re his little boy in them wanting so to be like papa. I’ve embroidered soul where life keeps you, and it’s good. This is the backup plan. This is our special moment. This can ride the day if we lean forward and let the soul lead. It’s all about soul, the house of life. I’m afraid the depths you have to go to find that are deeper than the world. You hear that these are possible inner journeys. You go inside, consciously, thoroughly, until you reach soul. Did you know you can find it? A conscious arm you fall into it. I think unconsciously we arrive there often, else we would die I’m afraid cut off from soul. We have to come up for air. This world is a heavy dress. We take it off in moments sublime of dreamless sleep. I bet you didn’t know that noon. In raw material sleep we can find the drop off point of matter and soul dream larger than time. We have journeyed to the soul. It’s not a substance material make. It’s the first substance of Spirit, and it’s got no bookends to it. A receptacle of our Spirit open and true, that’s the phenomenon of soul. This is the causeway. This brings us to Ourself. This brings us to the divine meeting in the room. May come some horses with some contrary will. Yeah exactly. What is adequate? Is that adequate in the fatal moment, in the fatal heartbeat here? Soul expressive of deity, that’s meaning that has us all by the horns. Cans. Go ahead drive her, drive her over. Pay attention to people. You want a soul happen so matter of fact. Now let’s come back. We have to put on soul. If you sat regular times… Bruno! You always have to watch out for Bruno. He’ll take your underwear off. You have to do a preacher’s build. You check in and withdraw. You look out, and the watch ends on visible things. You have to come together on soul. You have to see beyond life. There, it has your hand. Let it lead you now. You have to get somewhere in life. The soul is your regard. It will take you to deity. It will remove all obstacles. It’s your great ship. It’s the navigator. It comes to you in dreams and exercises the world tonight, and you can see things clearly. We help it along by being ourselves. That’s Alpha Zero, enlightenment stark. This is its great evolution path, and we are fingers of its evolution. We do not abandon us, and we help each other clearly when we come together on soul. There’s where the abuse stops. There’s where we know our promise, for it is the soul that leads us. The soul we are, the substance of ourselves leading ourselves. I’ve called on you tonight to be the witness of soul. It is bigger than leeway. It is so much bigger than time. It’s us in the ground of us. No gap, no divide, prevents it from helping us. It’s here. It is only blindness separates us from it, and check it out in a poem. You know I’ve opened your eyes. Should end right there, I’ve told you violence. I just turned and turned around and saw the soul.
The Bell Spirituality
feature image “Mithrin at almost 2” by Donny
The attitude will get to the truth of the problem. You think you’re crystal clear. You don’t see divine values. You don’t know what’s going on. It can’t be seen. Consciousness is at stake. You think it’s a populated city or a decentralized government. You want to get on with the plan the Mother wrote. This is hard fighting. Nobody knows for sure. The Mother spoke in parables, truth, consciousness, and all that. It’s hard to cypher. Everybody uses the words a living embodiment of human unity. Is there something there? It’s rained on. It’s a holistic plan. I don’t think you see the mechanics on paper. It’s not in her words. Catchphrases all that mean somethin’ bigger than her words. She saw it and tried to give us a framework. We don’t work with consciousness we work with ideas. This is the miracle flavor, the most elusive thing on earth, what we can’t get at with our hands, what thinking about won’t do: we need to change consciousness. Is that all? It’s so much bigger than that. It squeezes yah. It turns you inside out. It changes your whole world. You become a unity keeper. You see divine values in everything. You’re all about the divine in every road you take. You are not ordinary sing on. You value everything. God is on the horizon the thing to do. When you meet other people, you come together with yourself. This is not play along. You’re identifying it hurts. I can’t help it. There’s just so much to that other person. I see them in me. I’m not tryin’ to. I don’t have to quote the Mother. My own consciousness is quoting time as it takes off itself. You can spot the horsefly. She does, a Matrimandir quote. It’s how you know she’s false. Her network stays behind the scenes. She’s the secretary of somethin’. It’s not Auroville. She goes for Hindutva primetime. She believes in Modi. She will take you for a ride. A living embodiment of the Mother, she’s got that on, like she’s wearin’ it. She’s everywhere. The administrator on her rounds, look closely. That’s an imposter there. No one says she’s imitating the Mother, but you see her do it. When is this gonna red flag? You’re just putting her picture in some reach arm of yours, like you are devoted to her. Manifesting Auroville’s Twitter feed got the Mother. Wow, you’d think they’d see that. Now what do we do with this? Will people realize what’s going on? Will people see her for what she is? She’s here to take Auroville from itself. She has plans. The evidence is in the pudding. See what’s she doin’. She’s not helping you. She’s putting together her plan. That’s to take Auroville and Modi-fy it. You don’t see this. She’s there for that. The attack, didn’t it startle you? And yet you only defy her. When you gonna turn and face the master plan? That’s not Auroville. That’s a government-led organization putting together a city for itself. You can’t see that? We’re all about the secretary. She’s not the engines of the room. She’s so little she paints herself gorgeous/humongous. [words spoken simultaneously] Look at her many rounds with her picture taken. She doesn’t know when to quit. What are you going to do about her? I think we need to look at her first for what she is. That’s not the Mother’s emissary. You need to see this before it’s too late. I’ll see yah tomorrow, come again. Jesus, consciousness first deal. There’s somethin’ similar what would wrong do it. Completely roam around that lady’s from Blackwood. Come together. Don’t just deal around the tree. This lady’s got something for you. Wow, what is it? Help Auroville in contrary fashion. What else would wake Auroville? She’s needed to stir things up. We have to get to consciousness. It’s all around us. We have to pinpoint the city, bring it down to our terms. There’s individuals changing consciousness there. How does that happen? We need that lady. Slowly we’re gettin’ to the root of the matter. Without her it wouldn’t get done. We’re finding ourselves. We know we’re there, and do we keep goin’? That’s the whole root of the program: we are moved to proceed. Itchy, Scratchy, terrible to each other, and we continue. When’s it gonna stop? You mean The Itchy & Scratchy Show? Along midnight, and people would love to get at me. Can we come back to this? That hateful secretary will keep pushin’ her agenda. How do we stop her? We come back to ourselves in change. We see ourselves there. We come together on ourselves like a divine consciousness foray. We begin the ascent. We take high words and make them true. We put it in our hands, the way forward. Consciousness knows that, and we know the hallmarks of that high change. That’s where we meet the secretary and her shadow compartment, in our very own change. How do we lift that? Let’s wait and see. Let’s go for it, the change of consciousness ahead, to open us to what comes. That will be bigger than the secretary and any land grab. We need to be ready for what comes. Turn around. We’re grabbin’ the North Pole. Gonna have a hurricane on our back. Set me onto Tuesday and Wednesday. Well, it’s a knockout, the poem you’ve got in your hands. Is that skip it? I can’t do that. Okay Mother tell me what to do. Can I have a breather? No panic attack. You’re fine. Just keep sayin’ cheese. That’s good photography. Hate o’clock, 8 a.m., in their neck of the woods. Goddamn, they don’t know anything about you, and they think they know everything. Some show. It’s 9:30. He who sets out to harm is not a harmer himself. They’re spoken for. There’s a lot more going on with them. They’re not monsters. They’re in a cage. It’s hard for them to relate. They can do better. They’re just lifted that’s all, not ill-treated. We can name their sins, and we can bring it to public attention, directly and with force, and I’ve done just that. We don’t want to hurt them by exposing them. That is not our aim. It’s not a bucket of ill will we pour over them. We name their tune, say their subterfuge, give everybody the lowdown. It’s not fair, unless community process is at stake, unless we need to see what’s happening to community survival. Exposing someone’s sins just to get at them promotes ill will. How ironic it’s me calling out this public servant, and people can call out me. I’m not sinless. You could call me a monster if the zeitgeist guided you and not God. I am well aware of that. I’ve put my head on the chopping block for this secretary to use to counteract my claims, or her people. It’s not the same thing, but I understand your feelin. I’ve done this in goodwill, done it at the Mother’s behest. I’ve explained to you, not only accused, and I’ve put this in terms of consciousness, not let’s get ‘er. I’m not asking you to harm her. I’m showing you process to remove her, where you work on yourself to do that, if she is to leave town, and not remain with us a private citizen, when she loses power. Let the Mother do that. Let us work for change. Let’s bring this around to bear: we work on ourselves to change, not our habits, not our lifestyle. We go to the ground of consciousness and change that. That’s where we begin. That’s how we oppose this hostile takeover. That’s what you do. Wear ribbons of opposition. Let us know your stance. Get away from me, we don’t tell anyone that. I’ve given her the opportunity. Where are y’all going? Are you just gonna put me on the chopping block? Pick up now all those quotes by the Mother. In which one does she say to slay? You’re perfect now. This is your public image. I’ve gotta look for it. See here it’s not there. Did the Mother ever involve police? Did she ever call for punishment? No, she opposed their use. Madam secretary, what are you doing? You’re right in front of me. It’s land important the way I see Auroville. To do something, to land community in its galloping road. I’m not after you Ms Secretary. I’m tryin’ to change the world. A yogic see, you’re hearin’ that now. I’ve got some things we all need to see, and it’s dangerous for me, savvy? That’s a terrible tale, I’m destroyed tomorrow. That’s Hindu not to meet me there, in the compassion Jesus gave to the world. That’s Hindu precisely where it needs to change. American solution, I found Data. Let’s put ‘im in town square. Let’s go over some announcements. Did you see that demon? Of course you did. Let’s not please its antics. We don’t have to inaugurate its spite. It’s loud among us. It 3:30. Let’s get him off our back and get down to what we’re here for. Come on! Come on! [vision of Nitish on his bicycle urging me to join him on mine] Let’s work on work on the change of consciousness. It’s not gonna be easy. Let’s just eat that’s all. Mother and Sri Aurobindo have left their dynamic program. I’m in their voice. Who else would they use? Humiliated, brought to bear, made to be an instrument, I’m the Aurovillian that knows process training. See my change of consciousness ahead. Camera’s intah the program, and my photographs have life in them, you and me baby. He’s wearin’ the shawl, the seer’s mantle: all the menu is reduced to God, everything. And I love tellin’ the time like I belong there. I’m an Aurovillian. That’s my identity in this human mass, and you’ll make that official one day. I’m on my way. You’ve heard my name among you. It’s not a bright name. Now look at me. Consciousness rests for deep removal consciousness renewal. I’m workin’ on that engine. Will you hand me a wrench? Use your hammer again. You got a moment to answer simple request. I’m really aligned with you. Keep drummin’ Auroville I need you. A little bit more, and the secretary will actually believe that. Great big piece of paper, huh? Read it hopeful, and the secretary will actually read it. Now let us grow. We all need to. It still didn’t do what I’d like it to do, hit that bottom note. This is just a survey. I’ve been trying to stop representation and come out with it. I see Fred look in windows. The monster isn’t there. Wash Mithrin’s clothes. Mithrin on a change of consciousness. He’s gettin’ close to two. We can see it in his hand, language shaping forth. It’s all over the place. Thought, that big deal, is getting its engine running. The baby will be a boy shortly. Oh how nice it is to watch. He wants to see his cookin’. He’s a bright boy. Now whatta we do with you, the spiritual change, the psychic change? How far do we go with them? When is Supermind a word we use? This is almost nonexistent. There’s not a realized person among us, and who has the psychic being out in front? Can you tell me what they mean? They transform, and my how big they are. I’m counting sheep. The realized person among us, can we count ten on the globe? Can we count eight? This is a seer’s whistle. I’m not guessin’ sums. How large that is, how large that eight. Can we find them? What defines for us the change? It’s a blur. We don’t know what realized is, and we don’t know the psychic change. We don’t even know what they are. Mithrin will give us a clue. There’s a heavy person there. A funny little baby, wasn’t he just was? I’m gettin’ to the real. I’m tryin’ to show it to yah. Now how do we do this on our time? We have to get past bright words. The consciousness has to change. How far you from that Anandi, Joseba, and all the rest of you frustrated with the slow pace of things? Tell me about it. Now move. Stop talking about Auroville’s future and get down to the business of your change. That’s what we’re here for, and that’s what we’re doin’. I’m serious. That’s my mode with you. I’m here to see it through. Come on Joseba, will you at least try to see the real battle ahead? I don’t have the number of all the people we’re supposed to have, but move a city in here, and we’ve lost the battle. The ring spirituality come first. We need to ground first, for how ever long it takes to start seeing realized people among us. The battle’s with your own consciousness. That’s the right dharma armed. Let’s not get caught in politics, Anandi. Get the job done. Now it’s time to begin. Let’s go. The last consciousness. Can you believe this? We see it happen. We see a realized person among us. It will be here soon. There’s no denyin’ it’s comin’. He’s not to lead us or change our shorts. This is not guru time. There to begin the change, an individual among us. It ricochets, one person’s transformation, and soon other people are realized. This is not the way ashram’s work. We didn’t see it work in ours. Just a few got turned on, but that’s not gonna happen here. This is a different animal. The field is prepared. It’s all laid out for it to happen, the Streisand effect. We’re gatherin’ consciousness now. Soon the mix will be ready, and that person will change, a catalyst for others, no enlightened sweepstakes, but enough to start the crowd. It’s comin’, and we just have to wait and see. How much I have said today. It’s a vehicle for change. It’s got that on it, some here recently arrived blueprints. You’ll find this better than architectural plans or any number of people. Well, here we are.
I’m Sorry, I Made That
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An opportunity Kozar. [vision of a mean-looking person coming to a line of people and slapping someone near the front of the line so hard they fall to the ground and then doing the same to someone towards the end of the line] He didn’t quit. ‘Cause you make it, you always make it. This is not a spiritual Disney Land. This is not great, but it has awareness in it. I’m feeling the world. I’m feeling my own inadequacies. I love my dog. This is great, such warm sunshine, and my little boy, he carries my heart around on his sleeve. I carry his form around in my eyes. He’s wonderful to look at. Those are my propellers, and I love to be successful with them: that little boy gets what he needs, that Rottweiler. I measure my life by this, how successful I am with people. Do we all stand here? He’s form to look at, that one sittin’ there. It must be Himself, the divine in the room, all the way to God. This is not just some form in my head. Oh my God it’s God, tangible, real. How do I count this to you? I don’t think it’s possible. Ultra-dimensions pass on through each other and come hold hands with my life, like they know me. That street sign, it has my name on it. That t-shirt beat the impossible. See that beggar? Hump that one. And God waves at yah. It comes and goes. India is the attitude of the divine. You’re not gettin’ it. It would not be an information folder. It’s not a belief system. I’m right there. I’m not shaking like a leaf. 12 o’clock I can see divine process, and you’re saying probably the hardest thing to say: you’re meeting deity on your terms. This is not major broadcast news. Who wants to hear about it? I stand, I see, I know God. It’s not like you think, all fire and brimstone. It’s love. The patience They have can move mountains. I’m all stacked up God, individual deities in the room too. They just love yah to death. How do we measure Them? Okay I’m human, You’re divine, and let’s get this point across. Come here— like my Rottweiler I can’t say no. They hand me. It’s wonderful. Okay you can’t see Them. How do I call out to you? You’re my bro, see. They are not yet my next of kin. It’s this gulf/divide. [words spoken simultaneously] They come here in representation. Representation divides my room. I can’t bite the hand that feeds me, but it’s all aglow. What do we do with all this see? Show it to yah. You’ll deny it. You won’t like it. But the mountain has some of yah, if you’re wide awake, and God’ll think you’ll die, you can’t hold ‘im. I would take you to summer school. Hop on my bus. It’s crowded. Who will my drink companion? I’m lookin’ at an empty bus. Well here’s lookin’ at yah kid. I’m all full of deity. Why can’t I transform? Okay, I’m still in ordinary consciousness. What’s the deal? Flash floods, people just crowd me out of God. They’re my touchy-feely reality. I have to live with them. It gets bigger all the time, the living room of embodied existence, I mean the people interacting with mine. Okay, get rid of it. That’s not possible. I have to live up to you, and Douglas I do. That’s my partner. Where do we go with all this human? You can’t tell ‘em you’re out to lunch. All this density defies deity, or does it? Density of human being, can we control that? Density of human being we can get better. We can put everybody at their stations and have a crowded room to ourselves, when our very own room is impossible. I know how to do that with that boy, put him to his whatever. This takes timing and security. You have to know when to go in and realize you’re safe to do that. You’re buildin’ walls that don’t keep people out as much as you in. You see the lighter? Instructing my house, arguably a bit more busy than yours. I think the magic has to go to the transformation. We’re opening divine consciousness. It’s the deity in the room. Oh and speaking of which, for love of Rottweiler I do not control this poem. Do you know how lovely a Rottweiler is? I’m here for deity. I mean I must be. I wanna be. It’s not happenin’. They’re there for me. All the dogs burst through the door, have joined me on the bed. Oh those dogs. Now listen, I’m giving you instructions I’m gettin’. Bruno’s eating a pair of shorts. Bruno! A blow by blow poem. [actually describing events in my room as they happen] Now take this job and shove it. Can we trust divine process? It’s so large. It destroys us. Alright poet clear the room. I’m not killin’ yah. Even when it’s got our good at heart, it makes us lift the human race higher than we are every time we say the word. I’m expressive of deity. I am so expressive of human. Everything’s a divine moment you see. I can’t get over it. I’m gonna go pet my Rottweiler. There are no complications there. A reader is left wondering what to do, and you know I’m listenin’ too. Turn God into slime, or silly putty, just stay sober. I’m gonna go to every page of this diary. I’m not gonna be a fool. I’m gonna put my relations on rightly: stand back and see God, all the time. Weird Alf, take it from here. Oh no it’s terrible. You know I’m talking about mocking videos, Auroville infighting, all this irony, all these videos. Sit down. Well he has never failed on your science test. Wait his test. You’ll get caught up in something, and you’re not the angel in the room. We say nobody’s perfect. What we mean is wow, nobody’s good. Now, starting with the elementary school, we’re gonna look through that door. Where gonna look at God see there. It has a hand on your life that your dog can show you. You can put your foot down, and the dog knows you’re his master, or you can look at that tea kettle. It’s an attention grabber. Now we can go to that military tank. No it’s not aimed at us. It’s protection. How do we find God? Well I’ve given you the first number: I made a mistake. It happens to the best of us. I’m having one big relationship with the world through God. Now listen, you have to pick God up somehow. It’s not done by books and tea stories. There are no other eyes but God, and that’s half the equation. God sees even without eyes. It’s not a blind relationship. You’re all over it. You’re there in the midst. Peel back the walls. Boy double field have I done. I don’t know, a counter offensive. Take back the city of Kyiv. We’re military commanders. We’ve got to get our capitol straight. That’s the only thing holding us up for war. The military is on my side. We let the divine victory go ahead. This is major defeat for the enemy. You can’t give them soosh anymore, that sudden life force they get from bad relations. These are not human creatures. They’re the anti-divine. Fuck all this raincoat. That’s a blow off statement. I’m a pop singer. I’m going to bring you down to science. God is not cultivated clay. God is right there in your room. You can’t get nothing out of Him. You’re a pauper when it comes to purpose. You have no burning need. Notice God is there when life can’t go on without Him. This is an apple yard. I don’t think despair has you by the throat. You’re not in hell on earth. That’s another kind of find Him. You’re really restricted. There is no room for you in society. You try to keep up appearances. You can’t define yourself. You plainly see your inadequacies, and you need help. This is beyond human repair. I wonder to suicide, or I’m scarin’ to Mexico. It’s got so bad he wants to bring something back. These are the circumstances to bring God into my life. I don’t care about the double feelings. God to come in. You wanna contact with the two brothers. I pick the color O’Neill. [spoken in Douglas’ voice] Taste sweet. I think gonna sell the island. You mean he’s gonna be known by the public? Did he bite you? No he didn’t. [vision of Nitish running off a street dog with a stick, and it seemed like it bit him, but it didn’t. I’m speaking the two lines to him in the vision] There is protest. There is this one say it here, and I watch while the balloon take me. But you'd probably think it bites living in an Amish paradise. [heard sung by Weird Al, “Amish Paradise”] It was God don’t wanna tell yah. Where do we rose the poem, an Amish simplicity in Auroville? I think we’re talking to everybody. Great Thou art. No need to wear homespun clothes, get all down and dirty in fixin’ crops. You can be an urbanite, or not. Where we come simple is God. He’s the keeper of our relationships human. We look at all things through Him. Can you envision this? Now fight that crowd God in the flesh. We are only meeting ourselves. Nobody has it right in Auroville. Divine consciousness came. I think you all spit on it. Is there anyone on earth that doesn’t? Few of you. On top of Auroville divine process happens. You would not like to know I’m there. I’m sorry, this happens. An Amish simplicity round house, I’m doin’ the best I can. Could you meet me up there?
Where Is the Kid’s Everyone?
You don’t write your name because you like it. You write your name because your name. He slowly started talking. He does it, constitutes show up, and then he just grab bags them. They’re comin’. This is principle player. You’re talkin’ about everything. Expect a long, drawn out pause before they come. This is huge. Will I get kicked off the team? Almost but you bring us there, to the startling conclusion of love, and continue. A change in life’s habits, in life’s valleys, we have a little stand it moving in. Let’s eliminate fish. This is a full blown boy. He’s sharin’ a room with me, and we share a bed together, at least once a week, and we go bathe together. This since he was three. He’ll be 11 next month. We’ve grown up together. I’ve learned how to handle children in my bedroom, so they don’t freeze, and I’ve grown up right alongside him. I know he’s worthy of the attention God gives. The divine his here, the principle keeper in the room. You think I’m joking? Hear all this poetry. If that’s not proof enough, then read it. You hear him here while I write it? I mean the little boy. We go round and round about the sound down when I write, or he’s in my arms as I write, writing softly, except when I’m in bed riding sleep, alone with my poetry myself not bothered by boy. He’s the sourcebook for the poetry, for years. This is a challenge record, and I’ve lived up to the challenge, and I’ll live up to it again tomorrow night too. We share life together, and we’re in that form of union where two halves make a whole. It’s led to so much creativity. I am the background of his thoughts. He’s the background of my letters to the world. We spur together world union. This is high noon. He is not one dimensional. He can hold the world on his tongue. He can see enlightenment coming next. He knows he’s the son of God, and his dream explains the symbol. Hagrid came to him in a dream and told him. Told our Rottweiler Luna too they were sons of God. Harry Potter would be proud/shamed. [words spoken simultaneously] No one has ever read those books. No one’s ever understood those books. Can we get at divine kids growing up? How far is your divinity? Nitish is learnin’ he’s got one, he’s a divine being in the making. The dog Luna, she puts on her human first, which she did in the dream. That’s her divinity. Can I tell you stories of what this boy and I mean together? He’s here for a quickening to get at that divine element in each of us. I’m here to become normal. I will perhaps become a human being that realizes spiritual enlightenment, Wait and see. What’s you do, be the hero with what you’ve confounded human? I’m not talkin’ blister kids. I take him for a ride on the sunshine in his life. I am so open with him I give him my name. I’m giving him my dream. It’s a terrible dream. All this poetry writing stuff arrives to us from dreams. It’s a dream maker’s query, and it just won’t leave you alone. You suffer for it. You have to live up to its value. It’s got God on it. You can’t fool God. That boy has some high shoes he’s gotta grow into. I’m teaching him muse, showin’ him the ways of poetry, and that begins at first with thought. You hold the world a poet, look deeply into symbol everything. Representative, wow, we go to town on that one. A little boy is blind you say. Now can you see the world? It’s so beautiful I just guess. Oftentimes I’m lookin’, and somethin’ in the world smiles somethin’ more than the world at me. I’m in the shadow of mystery because I’m in a kid’s glow. The whole world speaks to me. It’s around me all the time I mean somehin’. I spur with this. I smile back at God with this. Thank you rainbow. Thank you thunderstorm. I’m just a guest at a party seein’ the world. I have these deep feelins inside. I can’t make them room. I don’t know what they’re there for, but they give me such a buzz. I know why a dog barks. It’s his smile on the rest of things no dog can see, and my God I love to shout that same mystery. Kid bliss you call it. You just don’t know. Poor little, stupid child: you don’t think I know what you think of me? I’m with a man you know. He is my best man, and I am his best man. I’ll give you that number. The wedding is us walking together to the engineer of life. What you doing, sayin’ I don’t belong with him? You got problems with reality? Soon I’ll be old enough to drive him to a destination. Until we become a popular notion, you would get in our way if you could. I think this is paradise. It’s so lovely inside. You just hear about it and say “Oh no.” Entertainment, he’s the surprise you thought you’d missed, the window that gave you room to breathe. I—love—this—man. That’s my destination, the direction of the poet. I’m just chicken soup, and I rust in buckets for you? Where were you the night I was born? This man was there at the hospital. He’s the reason my parents met. He’s been there all my life. I surprised everybody with his name the first time I spoke. I was so excited to see him. I had baby pants then. He's my shelter from the storm. He’s my special friend. He will always hold me and wipe the world out of my eyes when it has stung me. I knew I had it, enough patience with him to draw his meaning on my page, that little boy’s time. The Gods have given us room. The Gods have been there for us when we’ve needed their handles. It’s all in a days work on the origins of the Gods, on where they come from. I am not ashamed of him. See this ice cream and ticket place? They got made a long time ago. Remove the sexual abuse, and a man and boy’s love will look like this. It can get bigger all the time. It can help save the world. Are we wrong to do this? Are we just full of each other? You see the world in us, don’t you? If you’re too lazy to try yourself, get someone to climb for you— Leonardo da Vinci. Oh, are we lookin’ at a pederast, a young boy lover? History will never answer the question. It’s too biased against pedophiles. I’m in deep water here. Would Socrates condemn me? I don’t think Alexander the Great would. Who’s calling the shots? Shut up. Now that we’ve looked at an edifice of Western civilization, let’s tear it down. You’re jokers. You simply cannot handle reality. It enrages you. They were seven days without food. We interrupt this grocery store. Are we close to a nuclear bomb? We’re just showin’ yah the time bomb, and let’s talk about the general pedophile. He’s got this heart enemy, against himself. There’s no remedy. He’s not gonna do it, quit grabbin’ kids. Let’s take our successful at it and give it to him. Are we sure we’re successful? The boy lover’s around because of you. You are blind to sexual origins, but it will never go out of style, messin’ with your kid’s BB gun, and he’s seven or eight and can’t remember you did, but there’s no blood and confusion. The delusion’s on first. The baby’s erection is like major guilty camera. Your hand turned it on. Do you want any milk? I’ve been unpacking. I snapped ‘im out of it. You’re not gonna believe this. The road handles there a long time. I got this 10-year-old. I started putting pressure on him. Why did you do that? Slightly effeminate his was, quite possibly gay. His ear in the refrigerator. Good morning doctor. Well high softy what’s you doin’? I’m gonna determine this kid’s smile. I’m waiting for you to tell me it was very representational my hand on that gun back in his early years. We hear the non-pedophile speak. Does he speak? Not properly I’m a minority comin’ to you. There are too many factors on their land, and they’ve been told to shut up so many times. They just deal with it. I’m not gonna be able to do it, say FM. Imagination, that’s your answer to everything. You will imagine the worst of me. I’m sorry, but I don’t do that, be a bastard to this kid. Know what’s gone wrong. I’ve played hide and seek with put your milk on the camera. Puts the milk on you. Look at that little child— don’t tell me anything about freedom. You mine. What did you want to separate from my good answer? Your bad. I’m not a bad boy. You attack everything with sex. There’s a couple of really poignant movies we can look at you with. Thambi, we’re not going to rape your home with deodorant. We just want to know you’re not harmed. Literally I’ll come here: shopping window. Which understanding do I buy? So much space. I’m not used to explosive articles talking back. I’m not used to anything out of the ordinary. I can time with you. Just give me a second. That’s how we build bridges. We try. I will sell you green. That’s why you slipped on our paper. You thought purple. Smart hold we have on one another. It’s not to do us in. Can you just let us breathe, keep your armies out of this? You want that boy to grow up unashamed of you. You don’t want to be the violators of his life. Almost got it, we have a childhood together. We’re on our way to the room where you keep us in high standing. You’re seein’ it now. It’s our standing room. Where is the kid’s everyone? If you think I could answer you, that’s what I have done. We are children in my society: whatever makes him safe, as long as it doesn’t hurt his practice with life, as long as it gives him the dignity to stand up and say, “Leave me alone,” as long as it’s not against the body’s love, and that boy’s being cared for, as long as it let’s us be ourselves and doesn’t force us to comply with normalcy, as long as it’s not to suspicion you apply the benefit of the doubt, as long as it’s got us at heart, our needs, and Mr. Enforcer is not just in control. Remember what you said last night. You wanted the world free. Isn’t though, we are? I apologize. I thought you was gonna be disappointed you didn’t have to report, you didn’t have to admit, wrong action. Here I’ll give this to yah: your successor. Everybody’s lookin’ for a divine moment. Families they graft you to the tree of you stay with us boy. We’ve got to get down to our human that brings us to divinity. A group can do that, if it’s not messin’ around with time. It has a gilded purpose: get down to that human divine. We talk about it everywhere: let’s get down to business, shall we? Families just raise ships that sail on society’s waters. We need a larger society. Little bitty intimate groups can do that, research this in us and bring it around to happen. I belong to such a group. So does Nitish. We are four members human, and we can go to six if you count dogs. One’s on the other side. We go all the way to society together, on a podcast share our dreams. The boy’s not the only thing behind me. This group is my backbone. One day it will be the larger ship we sail society on, these little groups soul arranged. I don’t think you can put them together individually. They form on their own, as soul calls them, all around time. You know you have one when you dream together this ship is going somewhere. It’s all about the inner process. It’s an inner look to see if it’s there. It’s a sadhana circle/dream group. The boy and me, our relationship is in the context of that. It’s chosen in awesomeness. We shop in soul values. You’ll know it when you see it: its fruits, its way with time. I’m sorry I’ve explained beyond your poem. I’m trying to get at being human, and that’s the thing to do here, arise. You’ll fill me with smoke, camouflage my words like it’s your purpose, and try to remove me from view. We have larger purpose, and unorthodox does that when the norm rejects our larger purpose. Me and this boy love each other. We are contributors to time. We are not imposing on you a rule to follow. We just want to be accepted as the natural boundary we are. Don’t strong arm us to a bunch of nonsense. Don’t cut off our heads to satisfy yourselves we need to be controlled. I assure you you do. Human evolution is in danger in your hands. You won’t allow for variation, but could you let this one through? Now go back to sleep. I’ll call yah in the morning. Can we communicate hate? I am so in love with you I’m doin’ all this explain. Pardon me if I don’t see your divinity see. The divine in man is such a secret to unfold, any way you look at it. Come on. 19% I appreciate it. No touch about it. I didn’t deserve to die. You kill most of us. This small percentage you set free. How did I arrive at this number? A golden muse told me. I’m the number that doesn’t hurt children. Okay you ready for me? I don’t think you know how many pedophiles there are. It’s not openly admitted, but there are more of us than meets the sky. We are millions. You want to know how to handle us. Give us gatekeepers, a spokesperson or two on the pedophile's side but not a molesting pedophile. Do I have the strength? I’m your attitude: don’t shut the hell up until the world is saved! You know those climate keepers do that, but they’re not seein’ the problem: we have to be human with one another. We can’t treat anyone like dirt. They get down and dirty. Now let’s wipe pedophiles off your list as the hate receptacle for mankind. Molest that child! And we hear your hate. Dehumanize no one, and humanity comes to each of us as this spreads through society the way we treat people. An hour ago you had dreams like you were full of shit. What’s happenin’? This is just dealing with his Belfast. This is not a time measurement. It makes it so much more pertinent to what I’m showin’ you now. Why would you think this is a confession? I haven’t always been a good pedophile, and I really feel that. Now can we deal with today? I can communicate for you the utter necessity of having children and keeping them safe and warm from our energies. You just baby children, but that’s beside the point. I’m not gonna put this out there to be this little sheep begging for mercy. You’d go wild. And we’d kill you. I’m going to be as big as time. They had an apartment store. They had an apartment. We shine a light on everybody. To your places everyone, and here you’re accepting ours.