This video is a significantly revised version of one originally entitled “He’s Markin’ the Pitter of the Universe”, posted in February 2022.
Tag: censorship
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To the naturalist meeting in New York, and that’s a wonderful paper. Find divisions among us, I think that’s everybody’s see the world. You’re not gunna believe this, but I’m the right wingman to have us all see each other one. Who else do you hate more? Who’s at the bottom of the totem pole? Who would you subhuman all the time? Who do you crave to be with? Certainly not the pedophile. You are just so into guns where you meet the world. You just see and shoot the aggravations gun. How am I doin’? You have a perfect score. You did everybody in that got under your skin somehow. You just shot everybody with your mind. Now we come apart. You can’t take shooting sprees. What happened? Everybody shot the Lone Ranger. This is just hippie bullshit. You just put everybody in peril when you came across with your gun. You created division among us that destroy people. It’s all in the gun. That mind is a pointed object that shoots fire at people. You don’t believe this. It’s harmless you say, making people suffer in your mind. Does Earth manifest thoughts? I can’t put this on the chalkboard, but I can show it to you loud and clear. Why did World War Two start? The German people manifested pride, the Japanese their rising sun. Now take individuals and shoot them. This is an execution in town square. My God the executions there, and the atom bomb goes off. Can you make the connection from your room to there? It’s a lively possibility add up enough guns. You see what I’m gettin’ at don’t yah? We will just blow each other apart every minute of the day, and you see the emergency come in, a check on our behavior in the throw of our room, where we meet the world in thought. We meet them with philosophy and let religion control our thoughts. We go so far as to put something else, something our conscience says no. Innate in us is a thought control, a natural inclination to be good to people where mind meets them. How strong is this? Oh my God it’s breaking down. Can you see this? It’s everywhere. We need to see this to survive. You don’t know the power of thought. You think it’s inside your mind shut up in your head. This is erroneous thinking. We live in a thought field you and I, and it’s so immediate there. We cringe one another. Can we stop doing that? It manifests on the field. We find our hands expressing it in time, our feet kick up that dirt. We show the world with it. We live in a thought field. It has each one of us at heart. We prey on one another, just eat each other alive, violate one another like there are no boundaries. You know what I’m talking about. You do it too, and my God it’s real. It’s spins the weapons in that direction so someone else can use. It gets the ball going. It’s everywhere. Oh no my childhood, it’s full of holes. Even my father did that, once or twice. Shut the hell up. How deep this rabbit hole goes. You don’t want to see it. Can we come up for air? Can we stop violating one another in our thoughts. It is so control the world that way, and we don’t know how to control ourselves. It’s an imagine gun, and it takes ahold of our flesh and rides it, so feeling toned, rich hued, bottomless desire. It has us by the horns in those moments. We bleed with it. You know I’m drivin’ a point home, sticky desire. We come to terms with ourselves that way, comin’ to terms with it, seeing it shake us, watching it win. Just keep goin’. Learn to put this out of your mind. It violates people. It’s got so much charge on it. Can we come away from there? Now you’re alone in your sink. Your thoughts on other people are confused, but you’ve stopped the mind game. You don’t shoot people anymore. You just keep goin’. You’ll come out on the other side soon. You hear my thoughts? I’m showin’ ‘em to you. There’s a higher realm of thought. I don’t live there all the time, but you know I mostly do. Only rarely do I go abroad, and soon that will stop too. I am a thinker, and I spend time in wordless thought. I go into the quiet in my room. Great gyros of thinking await us that will propel us to sky noon. The layers of reality we peel back and dimly see the One. God is our living room. We see world process in stark living terms. We glimpse invisible beings at play. We see the terrible and inane. We have a glory of angels around our head. We see the stars. I think we join the universe. We have some brooding sense of who we are on high looking down on us, feel its comfort wings, know our lives its shallow dip in time. Profundities rise and take us by the hand. We see all like it’s a picture show, and sometimes the world is so thin, ultimate reality’s a bare whisper away. You see what I’m seein’? You can’t get that look unless you turn your mind from these surface arguments, from the world of material things, from being hooked all the time on this, that, and the other. Think large thoughts. I’ve motioned poetry to help us with our rooms, to put us on the right bed, to clear our thoughts of all this imagining that isn’t good to people, to learn how to handle time. Are you game? I’m showin’ yah the way to enter in relations with one another that bring us the world together that brings peace on earth. Crazy doctor, he’s always runnin’ a poetry see, a show you this, show you that. Will you take him in one day? I got deleted from my YouTube channel. They took a video away. Officer down! It fought Islamic State right in its ideology in its gruesome videos. It put the soul there and the true ways of God. It shot the soul down, that censorship. You wonder why they waited seven years. Now what’s next, my whole blog? The deletion has begun, and you don’t even know it’s happenin’. You see the peril I’m in. It’s available now; I’ll stack you with poems to read. You think they’ll be up much longer? The diversity is what is placed in that pile of focus. I think we go to school, learn to look in all things God. What is the divine nature and where can it be found? It’s your thoughts found the world you’re in, and you go from there. The above air in the lines’ all that matters, but anyway, movin’ all that mass. What was wrong? Your mind is a stronghold. It caters to its own kind. You can’t get at it easily with your conscious mind, the way a neighbor thinks. We suspect each other. But double down, in your underwear, open closed doors, and you can catch your neighbor’s thoughts about you and where they’re at in life. Test this link. The inner television is kinda a body temperature, and I’ll figure it now one word: peace. You really want that to happen. Did he trouble you? Mustn’t give him some blacklist. I wouldn’t back down. Be a light unto him, and you are on the case man. You hear them all the time. You hear the community thought with the bodies of your mind, and no conscious person see it happen. This is screened, subliminal. You take them from the field your thought, as you are fooled: they’re your thoughts. They come in your mind like you. How do I know this? I study mine, and I’ve opened those closed doors, and I study all the time. Go Big Brother. A few moments time, there you go, I’m off the net, and you never even knew I was there.
Look at the Outcast
Infant Orgasm,
Infant Orgasm You See
(Note: from July 2016 to December 2016, I posted seer poems on Facebook written specifically for our educational page Harm’s End. I know FB was aware of the posting at the time, because some poems were boosted and had to go through Facebook’s review process, with one being rejected, one about the prophet Mohammad, although FB did not take it down or flag it in any way. On August 4, 2020, I copied all the poems, along with their images, to my computer, and a day later a poem from 2016 was taken down for violating their community standards, showing me my activity was being closely monitored by FB. I then deleted any image I thought FB might object to, unaware that an image of Hitler is now flagged by FB as a matter of course. That it is now but wasn’t in 2016 reflects a growing trend of censorship on the net. It won’t be long before anything that seriously questions the generally accepted reality construct or tires to introduce things that construct isn’t seeing and doesn’t want to will be banned from the major social media platforms and taken as far as possible out of the public eye. In other words, the net will become like TV.
This poem along with this image was posted on FB September 10, 2016. It was flagged August 15, 2020, but not taken down, citing it violated their community standards, and I edited it the following day, adding material in brackets within the poem that explain the poetry, to make it clear I wasn’t violating their community standards. Within 10 minutes after editing it, our page Harm’s End was unpublished. Although this poem fits into a poetic conversation on my FB feed and is out of context to post here by itself, I’m posting it here to protest the censorship of art and poetry on Facebook and on the net in general, in this case, poetry whose purpose it is to heal, not harm, however controversial it may be.)
Executive order.
Anyway she just surprised me.
Hitler, the 1st letters of incest,
rape.
It started World War II.
Half the money
the gate come open.
What come out?
I know it,
the material,
the material of war,
the material of concrete war.
Incest gun,
check it out.
That’s not a gift.
It’s an orgasm
your mom gives ya,
or your dad,
an adult in the family.
The house owner
outside of somethin’.
It’s American.
We know it’s German.
It’s also England,
all countries,
just a story on it
broken.
You wouldn’t hit everybaby,
enough to organize
the required material.
Is that war?
You said it baby.
It’s German
under the feet.
That means it’s right there:
kill ‘em,
thousands gas.
Bring them on the table
but be careful.
Daddy was good wasn’t he
or mommy special?
We do this in an orderly fashion.
Got that right.
Just line ‘em up
and shoot ‘em,
terrible.
I’m gonna
keep comin’.
What’s this?
An orderly compound,
an orderly room.
Procedure, procedure?
And we built the gas chambers,
and we built
orgasm.
Give that kid
trouble,
not between his legs,
not
now,
not now.
Look out the window.
Go to the door.
It needs an umbrella:
the night of the generals.
They have a very detailed IQ.
THEY.
People are bad.
Not everybody.
He doesn’t like,
he has a very knowledgeable
presence with Jews.
Art school,
they wouldn’t let ‘im in.
Art college,
they wouldn’t let him in now.
Okay make them unworthy,
lump them with all the undesirables,
society’s degenerates,
but blame them for everything.
They are the masterminds
of all that’s wrong with the world,
of all that’s wrong with our country.
[understand the poetry: those are Hitler’s views, not the poet’s.]
Fell down –
see a war,
a war,
a world war:
give to me
my mountain.
You have to understand
orgasm.
It changes war.
It’s a blitzkrieg
of physical pleasure
on an I unformed.
One second.
There’s an I.
Is there
more like the animal I.
Is that me?
That building centerfold
the earth
is removed from the scene.
I’m a baked chump,
burn in a holocaust of pleasure.
Understand
repeated action,
all this mess over time.
It has a tendency
to rob you of pleasure,
organize your role
an antenna
to try and get things in order,
down
if you know what I mean,
not up in the sky.
Look at
the nice uniforms,
the insignia,
the roll of tanks.
You’ve been robbed you see,
and that damage,
and you in ego formation,
and God did it,
your parent.
Any questions Paramount?
That’s it.
(There is, it should be understood, a personal interpretation to this poem throughout, since, in truly inspired art, in seer poetry especially, it’s at bottom, however remotely, also about the artist. In this light, the verse about Hitler being rejected from art college and subsequently scapegoating all Jews because of that can also be interpreted to be about the refusal of my entire society, Jews, non-Jews, everybody, to let me into the art of the day, but the personal interpretation isn’t tit for tat with the poem, as it just lights upon it here and there. If you want to know how the personal interpretation applies to the main subject of the poem, infant orgasm, read this comment I posted on Medium before my Medium account is also suspended, because I color outside the lines.
If you want to know the occult truth behind Hitler, read the book The Light That Shone Into the Dark Abyss by Maggi Lidchi-Grassi, 1994, Sri Aurobindo Ashram Press (not available to read online). Facebook, which almost a third of the world’s population uses, has such an unwarranted and inequitable influence over the knowledge that we pass around, and it (like not only the other online mega-businesses, but also the major news outlets and the great majority of the entertainment industry I might add) is in its core beliefs reductionist materialist, however many employees it has that doesn’t hold those beliefs. If that’s not enough, it’s in it for profit, and if Facebook encounters material that makes people feel uncomfortable, a loss of profit steps in and makes the decision, and even if it doesn’t violate its policies, FB will simply ban it. Now, the truth of us, the good, the bad, and the ugly, it might hurt to hear it, you know?
Is the human matter finished? I mean, is there anything more to discover about us other than the fundamental beliefs that we’ve built human society upon, and those are that we are individual human islands expendable to the sea of humanity and inconsequential compared to it, islands possessing an absolute freewill and a consciousness that doesn’t extend beyond the island that we each are, and, in the intrinsic ground of who we are, we are nothing more than that island? Here we are at the cutting edge of humanity. This is the denied knowledge trying to gain entry: there is more to discover about us, and we are more than that.
I’ll end with an analogy to put the subject matter of this poem into a context that will make what I’m attempting here more apparent:
“This thing no one ever talks about before, and when we are the first ones to talk about it, there are a lot of people that think this thing shouldn’t be touched, this thing is you know, sacred, and the people that think you are going too far, and all of these people are going to undermine our movement, for sure.” Quote from a Thai protester in Bangkok speaking to a BBC reporting about protesters questioning the power of the Thai monarchy. Source: BBC video “Thai protests: Thousands join rally in Bangkok”, 17 Aug 2020.)
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