photo by Lydia, Dylan’s mother, ban image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay
I tried to find people of substance to testify with me. I just heard my bottom line turn not which but for my soul. “Yeah I’ll be right there.” He was to make “me, I don’t care.” He is at this stage the little boy. He’ll bring him in in another place, and that boy cares about his room. It’s been set up for baby. Ohhhhhh, as in that’s an amazing fieldwork with the little in the house. God cares. He snuck in the lunch. Yes that was weird: a sudden host of angels lined the room.
Angels, when you are in a film, they see what you’re doin’. I’m happy about that. I’m not wrapped in golden chains. I love the highway. I love the freeway. I’m not mindin’ my own business. I do a lot of lookin’ in the inner chambers of people, all who’s connected with my room as they star in their own show— breakin’ bread together, and it’s just the outfield in my room. I put on my clothes.
Now I’m a witness of tomorrow, and I don’t think you’ve seen that yet. Look with Dylan. He’s about to turn two. I spend the day with him a time or two a week, really in soft with his mother how to do that. You walk on tippy toes around that kid. You let him lead. You follow, and you just see him all together soon. You focus, concentrate, on that kid, right where he’s developin’, and the voice come out “I am so glad you’re seeing me.”
You give him everything he wants that doesn’t hurt him or make him mean. You know you have to balance this with society’s rules. It’s what we make them for: we need a functioning society. Now what happens when he’s off base, a naked kid in a mud hole? Clean dirt don’t mind, well water, and there are no snakes and spiders around, biting insects. You let him enjoy himself, makin’ mud pies, smearin’ mud all over himself, splashin’ and a splashin’ and a splashin’.
The Rottweiler near him smiles. She understands mud. I am making sure he has the freedom to do it. Money from Heaven, I love to see him play. It’s a stadium room. We are bound by so many witnesses. I can feel them in my sleeves. I wanna get at the new creation, and I see with children we do that. I study them, hopin’ to find tomorrow. I am bound and limited in my time, and someone else owns that kid. I can only do so much.
I gave Nithish a brand new room, for a day, a kid now 13 I lost last year. It all crumbled. The new creation fell apart. He was reamed viciously by his parents, until he lost all his Heaven. They punished him for his spirituality, and he lost all sense of it. He’s told me he has no feelings now and would like to kill people if he could. That’s very far from grace, and I accuse God about it all the time, the Mother and Sri Aurobindo.
What we did cannot be repeated in a laboratory. It’s too much where we put spiritual influence. Laboratory conditions can’t copy that. Because I’m not there, on the ground, the kid is just in a black straight jacket, and I can’t get near ‘im. I can’t get this across to anyone. There is no need of me they see. I’m a foreigner in India, and that’s all they see. This is a racial country I just sit and bleed. Even if someone would turn him towards me, I’m a police major. Write it down hey I like kids, and I’ve stepped on their shoes in the past, and now I know what they need?
It’s a honey table, and the most skeptical person would find me right with kids if they followed me around with one. I know what I’m doin’. But I would not like the interference to tell you the truth, and we wouldn’t be focused on child development. It would be watching me. How do I show you this honey dog? You can’t blame me for tryin’. I want my boy back so he can grow up as tall as his destiny calls for, and I want Dylan to be assured I’m there, and no one will take me away. These are troubled times.
So we play eggs, these hot air balloons I sudden you with so’s you can see I’m not red in my room. It’s a feelin’ test. I’m givin’ you the means to look in there wide open feelin’. A seer would see a honey perch, laughter and commodity for the child. I arm there. It’s not a black bag.
Now what’s the commodity in my room? It’s soul change. I’m learnin’ the soul take over, and that’s the honey for the child I want them in contact with so with their souls they stay in touch; they don’t lose that sweet easiness that makes them joys at life, and that’s our leadership with children, the soul ever takes presence. Can you find that?
It’s too abstract to you, or most of you, or it’s some made-up notion we force in life’s cupboard. It’s the contact with life at its most basic. It’s what we deal with as children that never forgets childhood, and we love bein’ a child. It’s what we lose when we grow up that we call innocence and candor and silliness and so on. We lose that touch with our souls, the sweetness that can forgive everyone, even if they’ve just whipped your butt. You remember that?
I’m all about it, and I meet the souls of children with my own. Funny how you do that. You just be kind with them and ever present, as the big dog sittin’ there that just wants them safe. That’s what you do with children, open up their hearts with love and make them feel safe and special.
Dylan doesn’t respond yet to anyone to get out of his own mood, but he comes when I call, and that’s what we spent the day doin’. Self-Absorption do you see that dog sittin’ there? Luna baby loves you. And Self-Absorption looks up at me in play and gives me a smile full of eye contact, grinnin’ from ear to ear, and it lights up the sun and gives me the joy of the world. And he comes and takes my hand and leads me to what he wants to do, and he’s developin’ friendship and social contact. We have fun together.
Listen, you can’t fool an angel. What’s on with you when a child is under your care, when you play with kittens?
The Void fashions thought, gives it the clothes you wear. We bury the world there. We’re all over each other in drowning reality, and each one of us wears woe is me clothes tryin’ to describe our reality to another, even if we don’t feel that way. It’s the default among us. Just read some poetry and see. It won’t lift you to the skies, poetry club after poetry club. Do you know how bottomless this is?
I don’t know where to end this. By Dylan’s side. I don’t think he’s learned to be sad yet as his disposition. He’s two, and I wear him on my sleeves today his minder, really protecting his freedom, no anger, no swats, and no is not a word I cram down his throat. I like his natural freedom and his natural state of joy.
Where does it come from? I can sit in the same tub and not be happy. He’s an expert at this. He knows where the joy is, the merger inside of him with his environment. I don’t think we’ve reached a separate Dylan yet all in his own clothes. The joy is phenomenal. He just screamed and looked at me, and I gave a pirate’s laugh. I like the sound of joy.
His frank littleness operates on my moods, and I can taste his taste with the world. You have to hold on there’s stickers there. The world will grab you, and all falls down. You have to be careful there, and everything has eyes you know, even the water bucket. How amazing this is. I coo and talk to those eyes a speech pre-language wears. Identified with Dylan with a poet’s laugh, I’m in his jolly roger don’t you see?
Now what happens when we’re three? Identity with the world please, it no longer storms our room. I could be seven, and joy becomes something monumental we chase the dogs with. It’s not homegrown anymore. It’s not our natural state. We’ve put on man.
I’m on poet’s wings, and I’m identified with what’s in front of me. You can’t do this writing about your make up. It’s how we discover the world, reaching poet wings reaching the starlight, where God sees everything glow. It put us together in ancient times, grabbed civilization out from the paws of nature, a poet’s look guide, and we’re born you and me so much’d civilized clothes, and a poet born language don’t you know. It came from the skies added to our feet down below.
Where’s all this goin’? And we write it down in speech, great big letters of world maker’s art that came in vision or dream, and we fountain a language with it. A poet saw that. I’m not here to hear you scream, and kill all these damn flies. That’s the muscle we wear. The poet has the architect of civilization we grasp here. You don’t know from on high. You don’t know these robes. I’m speechless. Yeah, you would be. Well I be damned.
The chaos of the toddler, it writes your poem. They don’t know dirty, and they have no sense of mistake. They don’t know danger. A grandpa’s life is dangerous, and he gave that toddler reach. It’s not playin’ with the same cars of a society toolkit. They meditate together on meaning. The boy feels the rush. It’s living. I can’t draw your papers from here, but I’m showin’ yah how we’re made. I can’t explain it to yah so that you wear the same cars, but I accelerate growth.
That’s not dangnabbit, or any role of violation. It’s where that guy sees the stars. Are you with me on this? For a nice mental health, where it counts, it’s in that toddler child. You don’t want to falter there. They’re bright and shiny objects from the universe, and they just love to play. They don’t need a hard time.
Just organize them the storybook of the universe, and they mean something more than I am tired, irritate me one more time and I’ll slap you, or I’m horny please me. Don’t be confused with their gatherin’. There’s a child there with their tall eyes bein’ the Earth for you, and every touch counts, and they love to be touched and cuddled. They wear your fingers for the rest of their lives, your harsh tone, your can’t take it anymore. All of humanity needs to see this.
Listen, it’s not possible today is it? This is too cutting edge. This is too model. Don’t take their joy away. Let them be rising and kind and kids by you’re conducing a sacrifice for their wellbeing. Can’t you see this Paul when you get home from work, and you’re tired, and momma there in the kitchen, that meal’s better than that child? And we can reverse the roles and do the same thing or join them. What would daycare say? Keep them busy no. Let them occupy themselves with whatever, and watch them there. We want them to organize themselves, no just obey masters and do what they’re told.
Can you see my thought’s skies? We don’t want a subservient human being. We want society to challenge the world. We want a greater world bear. We are on earth for no other thing. How could you argue with yourself? Beginning right now, make that toddler’s world better by your lovin’ hands and freeze, no shouting, no hitting, no inappropriate hands. Goo Goo and Ga Ga, they just inherited the world, and it was nice to them. Oh man see this.
Make a child’s day. Make every moment count. Can yah? Will yah? It’s growin’ up to be you. A vehicle burned by society’s ways, a damaged vessel, do you really wanna put that on that kid? Let them play in the dirt and mud. They’re not going to murder themselves, hurt society with it. Aren’t you right there to prevent mouthfuls and rocks up their nose? They’re testin’ time, where all the dirt goes.
Aren’t you glad you see that, their special put together? It makes for good kids, lettin’ them be the little animals they are when they’re two, no inhibitions, not feedbacks. They’re beautiful little tigers, and we give that little creature kindness and consideration in every mood they wear. We just don’t let them tear up the ship, or express their violence towards other people and puppy dogs, and we teach them to be kind to ourselves with the kindness we give them, and who would let a toddler hurt himself?
You gotta be swift and fast, and you’re gonna make mistakes. The little monster’ll test your patience, the little cuddly bear. You’re farmin’, know that, and you determinin’ that child’s life. A great big heavy thing in life, we shape our children by our touch and mood, and the most important time’s before three, monumental she wrote. I’m infinity’s cards, and I’ve just showed you the spasm of life, where it most counts: hey baby, oh you new thing. Can you dig it?
It’s the living fetal position for animals, the punishment chair. Stop this motion. Order the pens to our insight. I was thinking first of Dylan. I didn’t chatter my teeth there. My comfort, his parade, he got the money’s worth. I can’t spell this out for you. It’s long on time. What do we do with him, pull his pants down and shoot ‘im, arrange him in the corner, blister his butt? Let’s call him kings, and you’re his subject most of the time. Can you get that?
Wow he’s free to make decisions that don’t harm him. You’re followin’ him around a puppy dog. Did I just say something mean? It is exhausting, but you’re right there as he explores the world. Too wild to keep, my parents put a dog there, highly efficient at watching me. Outside he followed me everywhere. I brought some of the memories back. Can you believe he talked? Used all the sounds a dog makes to convey meaning. Boy get away from there. You stop that behavior at once. It was a pleading sound with authority.
Buckshot was extraordinary, a big dog from army parents, half Shepard half Collie. He came from a military base. Can you see it? We’ve been doin’ it all along in our homes and in our backyards, but we can make it an official duty of mankind, train dogs to watch kids. The little one’s too exhausting to keep up with. They need special care, and a good dog can give it.
Am I meaning here? Do you know how much this helps the child? The love of a dog opens up society to them in the ways of love, and if it’s a lone child, they pay attention to another person in their play. Let’s put a handle on their selfishness shall we? That big dog can protect itself and is a sense on the world we don’t. The consciousness shares between a dog and child, that’s the link right there, but I’m gettin’ far ahead of you. You don’t know you do this with Dog. We are more than their masters, and they are our children.
Buckshot grows. Would you believe he’d take my hand in his mouth and lead me back to the house if I passed the invisible barriers that said too far? There was a dog there on his way to human. You don’t know that’s what dogs are doing with us. In the evolution of soul they become man after climbing the latter of Dog.
What did you think they were doing with us? I put dogs in the throne room too, kids with fur and tail and adorable ears. There was this hole in evolution, and we created Dog to fill it when we were ready in soul, when we became men and women firm enough on the ground to fill it. At the role of civilization, and then came Dog.
I’ve gotten angry again, and I just shut it off and move on, apologizin’ profusely to that kid. How is this learned? The heart is open to soul. The heart is open to that kid. Profound love dwells there that can heal anything. Careful with that soul. I guess I’m a witness that you let out. I’m not an icicle. I am love everywhere found, deep feelings of release into the sincerity of the moment.
You are love there watch your nose, and you obey your nose no longer. You’re not led by the nose anywhere. You’re compelled to soul choices, complete understanding not offended by anything, and where you find love you find the wisdom to use it to correct that child, the strong love that knows its pants that can say no to things that harm and make that child know he caused it without those feelings of guilt that block remorse.
You surface the soul you know. It’s what takes over as you’re doin’ it, a sadhana out of ego. It heals. It wears a crown. It makes everything right. That’s what we’re doin’ here, being soul, a manual for the new millennia, how to be safe with our kids in diapers and into the terrible twos, and they’re comin’ unto themselves threes and fours. We are expensive with the toddler, lavish on them our heartfelt attention, and that’s the history of science that makes a better world.
We need a role model, and I’ve lifted up a poem for you that comes from higher sources, the role of a poet, a special use of language wear, and poetry that I have, I’ve returned us to our origins, where the poet revealed to us the world and gave us strong ideas how to live in it. It be compatible with what the world needs. I can’t account for its audience, but here take another poem.
We walked out a miracle. We walked out back. Did yah listen? The applications are enormous. I am in any thought you use to harbor children. A family of pioneers asks a lot about a new generation. Well I’ve got that orbit. I’m asking me this I’m asking you: what’s conducting God in our filthy experiment? The eyes of the child.
The pictures, we’re gonna keep looking, and another FMG, it was on the film net. Would you cause me to live? I’ve gone further than I am, and I don’t feel badly about it. Broadly I read you. You know Stoppa was running. They didn’t know what they were doing. This was the parade. I’m tellin’ yah I’m sorry. I'm not fighting wars with children anymore. Can you get a load of that redemption? Be hostile where joy was, their glasses whole birthplace humanity right on time. Good afternoon.
The change in consciousness ahead, get me my improvement I’ve penned these days. Why would I be running from it? See a bullock cart, I can’t get out of this view. Got some dirt, it springs into anxiety. I put it on the lawn and deal with it. I don’t know exactly when it happened, the line of consciousness drawn. I’m a senior builder. Stopness, seriously wellbeing, birth has a lot more to do with it than nature. Is that so? I gave a poem that talks about relief. I’m not gonna pull it to my pants down. Were you like a screwdriver yet, you’re used? Can I answer that question?
Spoken word poetry, till I get it, I leave it alone. Wow, it’s left alone. In case of good poetry break this glass. I just sit here and discover, letting the word explain itself in the giving of lines and in the hurtin’ of the world.
If I show you the pain will you stop it? Will you even know it’s there where you feel your pain? Oh no another Holocaust movie all about bein’ numb. I can’t give you this star-glow to ride the world on its tongue feelin’ people. I’m not a robot I’m free, but the price of my freedom is your pain, your wellbeing I feel like my own.
It’s shoots me all the time, or it gives me stars. I’m there with you in the delivery room of another bucket of world today, huh?
I see through all these sleeves of world maker’s art, a world upon world in the moments with mine, a conglomerate of worlds of this group of people and that, of this person alone, of all the mini worlds that make up this world that we call Earth. Can you see that simultaneously with your own? I taste you there. I know you’re there.
How do I communicate this to you so you feel it too like you have your children’s hands in your own, like your best friend’s smile, like your mother’s love? I don’t die there, but I question God all the time and Sri Aurobindo.
These are terrible times, and they get ready for tomorrow terrible too, with a past just as terrible starin’ us in the face. Let the good times roll, and my God they do. How sweet life can be in its gathered moments, how manageable, but why does it always add up to this: life is not a bundle of joy; life gets us in corners and does bad things to us. Can you understand that?
Why does the world go on like nothin’s happenin’, like it’s free and easy and clean, so standardized? They scream on the news bad news to an audience of normal, of tie your shoe, of everything’s alright here, ain’t it? Not in every bubble. So much quiet desperation it has been said.
Do you know the rovin’ hellhole? Somewhere on Earth at any given time they’re eating each other alive. It’s the worst place on the planet for a moment. Hell swallows them whole, unbelievable cruelty, and nothin’ to redeem them. Goddamn that stinks.
Alight I’m blessed. I live in a little pocket of warmth and forgiveness. I have opened the doors to humanity in the stadium of my room. I ride there all day figurin’ you out. I take great thoughts to the skies, but I must remember I’m a low man on the totem pole in your eyes. I do nothin’ here that grants you my room, that shows what I’m doin’ larger than life.
A poet of world standing I am not. I’m a poet among many thousands in the availability of today, and no poetry comes along and wallops your head or smites your heart from my pen. I just spit in the breeze. That’s the trash dumpster, and here let me give it another poem. I put my dogs to sleep, and I wish you goodnight.
All united and happy they think. Come here Luna. Get your head… [vision of Luna Rottweiler putting her head in a hole in the ground] One doggy at a time. Oh fuck I’m on Candid Camera. He’s just gonna go for it. Well then the surprises and bad secrets, heart is ruined on the same thing: waging war on the Fourth of July. What’s the significance of your dog growing? Into a likeness of you. What I didn’t have: put every slept of it complete. My God, they should be spilled.
What is it this time? Dr. Milk Powder— I haven’t called you; I’ve had enough, is that the plan? You know he’s lost his boy. They’re travel uneasiness way to stutter. Don’t you see? Alongside with it it’s real. You know his boy’s called not in awhile. Suffer this, and it just last of people’s hittin’.
Do you like people? Is this fruit juice? Why is it we always hate somebody, run there all the time? You really enjoy this life don’t you? It seems all fair winds. Need to pull her pregnant with the grenade. It will get you every time. Just look around the world. Just look at your neighbor.
Do you know how we get along? Do you know how we get through this? We don’t be monsters to each other. We don’t be mean. We try to be kind and giving in our painful moments. This is overcoming the world and getting better at yourself. It’s a love angle, and we need more love. That house definitely, where you put your hat off, where you sit around. Love those people, the people you’re life-in’ with. You don’t know how much this counts.
It’s all an effort I know. We have to overcome ourselves to do it sometimes, but we have to give this baseball to all the standin’s in the world, so we can have a world that works. Is that so hard to believe?
You know the world is full of holes. Even the divine is negligent and will crush you to make the world, will just stand by and watch. These are not pleasant times, but we have to endure them, tryin’ to find joy inside, tryin’ to give our children a good time.
What else is there? Spirituality’s a pole we lean on. There are surprises in consciousness if we let them. There’s a world maker’s art you can see. These are deep down inside, past the underwear, past all that gets in the way. There is strong inside, even after you’re shattered.
This world’s a dream maker’s art, so much more than show, but this is a common dream we are having that the significance of dream shows. We’re living out a representation telling a story, and all our lives add to that One involved, and all our lives keep going. We’re where time loops around itself a great big mechanism of being that has definite boundaries that we can cross and get out of here after the whole has been complete. We’re goin’ somewhere together, and yes some escape before time, but they’ll end up on another world soon.
This great big ship has a destination you know, something worth time, something bigger than ourselves and is ourselves at the same time. I’ve gone out of the universe you see and been myself on high.
Stupid me, I describe experience like you’ll believe it, but you can kill me and it’ll still be there. It can’t be erased from time. I’m a nobody because of it, liftin’ up my room for you to see. It’s got crosses on it and monkey bars, because I’m just like you, but I’ve been given a breath of supernal air, and I need to tell you about it. It’s affected my vision. I see the world.
I’m just like everybody, but I don’t live like you inside. I live with you and inner vision. I get rocked by joys that fill my noon the outside world doesn’t bring me. I feel oceans of sadness I’m not in the world about. I feel existence pain, and when I walk outside, drive my bike through the town, the countryside, it’s a wonder-weft of miracle, and I feel every person I come across. I see the One inside, and all the many representations surround me. I can’t get over it.
Now I’m here with another poem. Let it ride the day if you read it, because it puts us together if you escape, because it’s here we learn to live again after your world has been taken away. Can you see me now? Can you hear?
We have everything to do with being creatures on a role planet. Our time in space blackens our time in thought. I promote myself spits in the wind. Art and thought, I wonder if you feel anything derelict. I’ve perished this bloom. Since everybody’s here, except any majority of people, I might as well clear my throat.
What do I hog to you today? I wanna pull existence out of the hat, be right on the ground of being. I want you to say, "that’s me." I put it in flower pots. I sit here all day and fight it, our anonymous with each other. This is stadium big.
We are all points in space too big for our britches. We see ourselves huge in other’s eyes. I’m talkin’ about ourselves. We feel and think and be the center of any room, so big to ourselves, and even if we are not the reason everybody’s there, we see reality that way.
Take us off the megalomania lists. I’m just talkin’ what it means to be human, or the dog in the corner, or the ant in the windowsill, and you know that plant think? It’s just not corralled its self-aware. It just does not pedal to the end of the room. Those thoughts aren’t in motion, but you’ve got a plant big there, everybody in the room.
How do I toll the star-gate? We are stuck on one world in our rounds of thought. We cramp existence here. Oh my God the experiment, would it be the same in every laboratory? Can we count existence a cheat? Does it handicap worlds, universes, or does it just stage things properly?
Do you know you’re blind, deaf, and dumb to what you see on the inside of the person sitting next to you, or leaving a comment, or submitting a poem, or who’ve you’ve encountered on the news? Their inner reality is blind to yours. We have bleeding cakes in dream and vision and in our thought wares unawares, but these things are disguised.
You can’t hear another person fill reality’s room. You only hear yourself. Hey Jim, let’s create a world… Screw this. You handicappers. Can I explain the problems in the world?
Taste another person please. Know they’re there as big as you, and if they think they’re bigger, well, how many times does this happen in any given day? We have to mitigate it.
They’re just stupid that’s all, like we all are. I’m sorry you’re stupid too. Do you treat everybody as you, give them a break, the benefit of the doubt, or forgive them their trespasses? You will have a million excuses why you can’t identify with them.
Come on people please. You’re the center of everybody’s pole, as you imagine them looking at you, but they put themselves there, you know? We can get better at it, givin’ people the credit they deserve, givin’ people their own self in our very own eyes.
Who’s humanity in the room? Can a poet speak that voice? Can we ride poetry there? The productivity’s there be a hurt bag and find humanity. And watch everybody spill the beans.
I am so very blacklisted, I could rise to the occasion and blossom humanity in my heart and write it down in gifted speech, and they would just turn and look the other way, the stadium managers in humanity, who’s who who block poems. Now do you hear me blossom humanity? Now do you hear me blossom poems?
A bridge is the universe. We are reality big. It’s a major crossing. Focus on the many aspects of this visual poem heard while doing science. In a round about way put it on your shoulder I’m your friend. It’s been a lot of Scottish in here. I’ve done a daily put people in the shoes with me. He put the swim in there. I am the render in time, the render in space, that’s the One I’m worth.
That farm, that house is play, here’s where you too, not the separate consciousness but the localized in space, God of the whole evolves. That’s the cherry blossom. That’s where we all rise in sync. I’m an American band I’m comin’ through your town, [sing line] this is exactly what the stadium room, that cherry bloom.
The barriers of time, I don’t think you ride them very well. We come up against them all the time. They’re in our shoes. They hurt a lot. You can’t see this for the daylight, the great big prison playroom we are in. It’s got walls to it intrinsically built into each one. That’s where our cameras go. That’s how we feel this test.
Your loved one’s on the other side of the room bakin’ pies. In symbolic meaning that’s a round of thought comin’ your way. You’re separated by time’s barriers. You can’t get at each other in the physical sense. Great big surprises come your way when you do, cramped experience that puts relationship to the test. You hold them there sweetly, and then you may never see them again.
You don’t know what’s up, what’s goin’ on. I’ve left my poem alone in a fire so heartfelt in love’s embrace. I can’t get at the tires, or maybe death’s got your door, and your dog’s died, the great big sloppy-lickin’ dog of your life, and no ma’am I haven’t just lost a dog. I’ve lost a reality so big it took up half my room. She was always there lickin’ paws next to my life. Losing her took my front teeth— my daughter you know.
She’s melting time’s barriers tryin’ to see me. I don’t think you know the cough of this universe. It’s horrifying. I see her damn near every day tryin’ to reach through vision to get me near to her. Death’s reality would spook you if you knew it’s there. I’ve muscle on this, but I’m pigeon-toed. I can’t just hold my girl like she’s right up against me. I hold her paw in some astronaut’s gleaming Interstellar there at the back of the house. The confines of death, they break us apart.
The muscle of time, do you know it’s there? It separates you from everything— one little lonely being at a time. Times barriers put us in a single physical space where we can’t figure each other out. We laugh out loud, then cry.
You’re a pickup truck that can’t pick anybody up. You hold yourself the station of the universe, but you can’t move a goddamn thing if others block you. They are themselves the center station too. The great paradox of life makes you powerless to act where you would give your right eye to act but cannot, in those places most meaningful to you you have no power over. You sit in time scaling your life, a sheer wall of belief and hard fact, never any top in sight. What are you doin’?
It puts us to the test. Time’s warriors bake and sell us at the flea market, but this is not why you’re here, and you last longer than Heaven, a safe haven at the back of the house to get our strength back but that can trap us too. We are so much bigger than death that blinds us all while we’re still alive. Hold your child close. Can you protect him from anything bigger than your arms of control? Fiend death my friend, he sucks. What’s the answer to all this? What are we doing?
The answer lies on a page in a WordPress blog? Definitely, if you know how truth presents itself. It’s not haughty and it don’t wear spears. It might even be embarrassing, hittin’ in society’s low spot. It would be uglier than the norm, the vehicle of truth, but it would shore you up with sincerity if you test it. It would be one among a mass that your truth sense recognize, because it is beyond belief in name and form. It’s not part of the system that ensnares you.
Come to my party? There’s no snaking you there. You just have to realize what’s been true all along, but that you have never seen because it’s so represent itself, and you only see the representation, the figure in time, or the one who has wings to be your figure of God behind it you thought about a lot but never really met. The scientist would just see a meaningless void.
Can’t you see I got your skies on? I’m not pollutin’ the skies. I’m not anything wrong. Well how about that? I hold my boy in love’s embrace, and we figured out time. That’s the challenger for your social skies. I’m not doin’ business. I’m a love angle on time to make us greater in it. That’s the vehicle in the room. Can you dig it?
The limits of time, they are both normal and strange. You can’t be in two places at once a sudden trapdoor to a greater life. You are either who you are upstairs or the little I down there livin’ life. I’ve seen this juxtaposition, where I got out of time. It was a railroad. Greater times are comin’.
Now I just comb my hair and wash my face and shoot my gun? No I land this in your lap reachin’ through a poem to you. It’s fresh meat now, but where will I be when I am dead, and you’re readin’ these words? Look around the room. Am I there a thought stroke?
That’s life, you know the big one. Strict society belt won’t even let you think this to yourself. I’m bein’ looked in on by me with a question: how much longer you runnin’ half the house? You will have a future integral with who you are on high. My God this is big, and we meet time’s barriers down the because in the room. I’m comin’ after you foldin’ time, a lesson in reality completely out of the script. You’re gettin’ that script.
I’ve come all the way from the ground up. I’m not an existential crisis. I know who I am. I’ve been shot that’s all, ghosted by most everyone, put out to pasture. What do you do with that, and you identify with the world, hold it close your livin’ self? You have gone out of time and been the big who we are, enough to see it, enough to be it to know it’s there.
I’ve seen outside the symbolism, outside the roles we play. Even if you call it a computer simulation, figuring the unknown with the known, whatever you call it, I’ve been in compassionate reality, the bigger reality beyond this one. I’ve seen the real thing. No one counts this as a thing to be known where animals food our feeding faces as our reality, no depth to it, no meaning, nothing behind, except Gods to worship and obey or enlightenment’s sweepstakes that bring you empty shell.
Can’t you see beyond time? What’s bigger than the universe? Is that just empty skies? What’s bigger than playpens? I’m a figure on that. So like the show to give you the universal accepted scapegoat as the one to show. I can’t get my name in public. I can’t even write it down anywhere near heard. Is that just because I’m lying?
Can I show you my flag? It’s not rainbow screwed. It’s your heartbeat and mine symbolizin’ time. It’s where everybody goes to school. It’s the time of day in this poem. It’s where we all meet at the end of the classroom. I’m sorry it’s me, but hello I’m yours.
The terror is only a being in time. The face of evil, It can’t get at that larger you in transcendence’s sphere. It has no power there. It can only rattle your cage. Anything it does to you it’s not doing to you but to the actor in that cage. This is the meaning of no harm can come to you.
It’s beyond time time's relevant, time's keeper, truth's formula, but it can act within time and space with impunity, with absolute, unhindered power. It is bigger than evil. It has eyes on you, not to save your life but to bring you home. It does not stare you down. It doesn’t even guide you with any advice. It’s up there. You’re down here, but it’s comin’ to meet yah. It’s comin’ to be who you are down here. This is the plan of Earth, what her victory skies.
You are a crossroads to that. We are at Earth’s great turning point to land ourselves there. I am a seed bearer that is all. I come to tell you what’s comin’, and if my voice don’t get out someone else will. This is the mystery time hides, why it put you in a straight jacket, why it won’t leave you alone. Can you understand me? Do you see what I’m doin’? I’m meetin’ you with your maker who is you. I’m solvin’ the mystery of time. I’m giving you wings to grow. Take my hand please, these worded verses, and make it all worthwhile.
Protracted, a polar bear’s smile. It’s gonna take a long time to reach Supermind. It’s not there at our feet. It’s not your garden grow. It’s not at the hoof of your horse. It has to be as common as a cold for you to see it. The more people up there for a moment’s gleam, it holds you up there breakout sweepstakes.
This area’s comin’ into our view portal now the hesitancy in time. It’s comin’ your way in poems Emily Dickinson’s undiscovered continent she looks out on from her pier. Rumi’s love poem says you can only see the sun by the sun. Did we see him there? Now this poet speaks in plain as day. I’ve reminded you of Supermind in Savitri’s care. I’m just the outcast that says it.
Now hold me close. You don’t have to do nothin’, just read the poem the miles that you work today, the poem that you reach today. It’s such a piano to look at the subway and see supernal skies. Stand the subway of time. Is that tomorra mornin’?
Emergency level truth’s barriers, time’s walls. There’s a lot goin’ on. Right at the turning point. Except for the money I wanna tell you somethin’. Your morality drinks beer. You’re not the captain of the ship people. You’re who we go to to take our stories off. Right here for you on your mark, get set… The restrict we have, we put it on things. We use safety to protect ourselves from safety. Actually a lot right here. We’re movin’ on. What’s your plan, bring us all to safety? That one சாவி, I’m inside a poem.
What’s the biggest love you ever had? The receipt is in the bag, and you’re probably torn apart by it. Good how you doin’? That’s the ode of life, our first knowledge of it. You can’t get over its size. It jumps out and bites you all the time.
There’s somethin’ here. Your love has nothin’ to do with it. It’s a list of hard. You can never reach it. Look at the dog. That’s payment of love let me tell you. The point of this somethin': Donny get your head out of your ass. Get so close makin’ it look like people look, hear their voices, hide their fears, and they are the lovers of your life.
You want me to tell yah this dangerous love? You look awful. Do it, love you in the perfection of love’s care, and you’re this simple little organism that must awake to itself as the horseman, that you are the starship, you are the unicorn, that shatters time and all barriers to arrive back at the house the One, who wears time as his robe and space as his molecule.
Ever the mystery of God finds God, and God himself is a station of the One, created before time began. He bids you a self-discovery bigger than himself but that can fit into an atom and a plant or any ring around the rosie, but only the human being can make it real to itself. The dog just loves its master.
Now I am clothed in time, but I have worn this identity in an unimaginable sphere, and that brief moment has determined all my life. I have to deal with God’s love putting me on those tracks again, day in and day out, and I have been given a load to bear that makes me hated by you. Only the most exceptional people, and they are few, will make my life easier with their care and concern, give the comfort you get every day from friends and family. I am almost completely alone in this world, and I don’t think you can grasp this isolation it hurts so.
So I have taken the world what to make of it, and I have found God. Wrapped in unimaginable mystery, he holds my hand and lets me see things you don’t and gives me keys to man’s change, and I can still love my boy and my best friend and my dogs. I can still love the world. I can love mankind. I can love it all because I have gone through a holocaust of human abandonment, and I discovered what love is. God is love my friend. God is love.
About concessions surpassing condition in this mutual lust’s core. / From Don to poet in 30 seconds. I’m on poet duty. I’m a hole in One. Can I tell yah our range card? The ego sits in its bunker wonderin’ over friends and family, excused about relationships the very center of relationship. Hey you I’m a world, a big planet unto myself, the center of my see. You have not that validity.
You’re just out there, and I’m in here the substantial train yard. I wanna melt these barriers down, but I grab myself again, and that’s impossible. I really love you, and that’s sweet and kind. No it slaps you in the face sometimes. I’m all animal whirl when someone gets my goat, but I mitigate it with you must be in there too, just fightin’ your own wars really feelin’ yourself a wounded soldier.
Can we get out of this? I try. I don’t know where to put you if you don’t see my worth, if I am just a blob in a corner to you. We sing awhile the injustice in that. Oh my God do I compensate. I think I feel every hole in humanity. I so understand your pain, and it moves me to tears I’m embarrassed to show. My God you have a rough time little Gaza boy alone in his bed of refugees. I don’t know where to turn from your pain Parkland shooter realizin’ what you’ve done.
I’m a hole in the fence to a greater life I can’t fit my own self through, but I’ve been there a time or two, on the other side of that fence, miraculously arrived in the very vision of God’s eyes, and I know we are safe caught in the lifetime passage dream to bring us all out of strife at the end of the tunnel.
My God I would be there now if I could unrealize the dream. So I sit and suffer in a peculiar sense of humor that sees beyond the show. I know we will be made right. I see this in my puppy dogs trying to crawl into me to feel safe and ease their loneliness. I am the master of love to them, and I am but a prototype based on God. We’re headed somewhere, you and me and the whole damn crew, so I hold my dog and comfort you, who set bars alight wantin’ to get at this lust’s core to dream to change it.
I would not be bothered safe. Now tell me now would you? Would you give it to ‘im, this poem over there, if he were your little boy in trouble? We can fly the world on a single point where suffering goes and capture the whole poem. Oh my baby dog Nithish, we wish you a happy birthday on tomorrow’s wings.
unless otherwise noted, photos by Donny, black and white photos developed by him
When you have sad news, that murder with Lisa, a parenting did not handle it right. How do I make amends? You give her what she wants, the tall part of the story. She is the sacrifice of the story. She is your dog.
What does Lisa’s death day mean? It’s the ascension of dog. She is taking on her human, and with consciousness pain she does that, birthing into another world. We greet her there.
This has gone on for some time. You need to meet, and she forgives you and moves on. Will she be there when I die? This is not just some free-for-all. It’s consciousness arranged. That will be your other side guide dog, and she will accompany you in death. Don’t worry she’s your angel.
Three years ago today, on June 3, the day before my 60th birthday, my beloved Lisa Joy Rottweiler died in my bed surrounded by everybody in our house. Dr. JP was our vet, had been for some years, had been to our house many times, but it was during lockdown, and he was shifting to a new location for his clinic, and he neglected Lisa and misdiagnosed her condition and gave her tablets that caused kidney failure, and he knew she had kidney disease. We took her to an expensive dog hospital in Chennai, and they made a bad decision to have her undergo dialysis when she was septic inside. I had to take her across town to the government vet hospital, and they wanted to admit her but told me I could not stay with her, and so I asked that, if I took her home and got her the treatments she needed, would she live, and he said yes. She died that night.
She did not pass rightly but got trapped in some dark place in-between life and death. I was going into lucid dream and calling her, did that several times, but she would not come to me so that I could help her rise out of there. I learned to my horror that she thought I’d killed her, as I’d unknowingly given her the tablets that made her kidneys fail, and I made that bad decision in Chennai, because of wanting the pleasure of spending my birthday with my boy, Nithish, who was back home in Pondicherry.
She was so present at our house after her death, but it was Nithish that saw her in dream the most. I had visions of her all day long, but she would not let me pet her or hold her big, beautiful head in my hands. She would just look at me with such sadness and the look you give someone when they’ve utterly betrayed you. She began changing forms, as soon after death we do that, and our bodies do not stay as we know them. She became very deformed. Demons came to claim her, as she was on the outskirts of hell. She fought them off and somehow managed to find a place there so she could always see me. Despite thinking that I’d killed her, I was still the love of her life, and she did not want to leave me. It was horrible, heartbreaking situation.
From the moment she died, I was in heavy grief, similar to that I’ve felt with Nithish being taken from me, and it’s as though he is dead because I can’t see him or talk to him. I gave her my tears, a lot or tears, but it didn’t show her I didn’t kill her. To this day, three years later, it’s still unresolved, and I am still in grief over her.
Photo by Nithish
On the first anniversary of her death Nithish met her in a movie theater in a dream. She was the only one in the theater, and Nithish came in, saw her seated about in the middle of the theater, and he went and sat next to her. Then on the screen began to show images of Lisa with Nithish and me in her life with us. Then she looked at him very lovingly, very sadly, and the dream ended.
The extraordinary thing about Lisa is she is to be human in her next life and was a dog with almost human eyes and feelings. I believe that dogs and cats are with us, why we brought them into our fire circle so long ago, to be the species that is the jumping off place to the human being in the evolution of the soul. Lisa is now in the afterlife on the way to being a human being in her next life, a dog developed to the upmost a dog can be developed in terms of consciousness and proximity to human, and she has managed to find a niche there so to continue to see me and present herself to me so to resolve her death, but it’s a heaven place she’s at; she’s no longer in darkness. This in itself is incredible for a dog to do, but now she’s reaching out on her death day to tell me what she wants, and I’m giving it to her, Lisa my dog, above any other dog I have. She sacrificed her life so Nithish and I can be together again, so our relationship continues, and she’s at the top of the story.
I’m alone with Luna, her dog paws on my shoulder. This girl has watched over me the whole time. I’ve scared her so many times. My crying at night has made her feel the safety of hell. She licks me in my face if I am sobbing, lays her whole body against me, if the night is really bad, and do you know how that feels? That girl’s in love.
I can’t tell you the love of a dog. We’re cheated by the form. There’s an angel there, looking over their beloved child-man, their heart wrapped around the divine moon. You don’t know dogs, even if you have one. They get in there with you, closer in life than your children can, and they dream with you, and you have no idea how real on Earth this is. Oh she has been in my dreams, her and silly Bruno, watching over me, making sure they’re there, whatever happens.
Can you count this? Can I even show it to you? Rottweilers in love, a thing on the mountain, holding her master close, holding her master safe. The Gods see her and call her name. This is true love, and no one can match it, not even my boy, but it’s not returned to the measure she gives, and that’s the gift of dogs: they will love you even knowing their dog doesn’t get the count of human. You will see him soon Luna.
Oh she misses you so Nithish. You were her little boy. Their play would fill the night sky, lickings and squealings of laughter, playful growls and sudden swoons. Oh when you were taken by force from my house, for days she waited by the front door for your return. That dog carried your sadness for longer than dogs do, and I am sure, if we could see them, she’s been in your dreams too.
Oh why all this pain on Earth for us? It’s unbelievable. It’s real, and it was given for nothing more than for a little boy preferring his grandfather over his parents, all this hell unleashed on the heart of this little child, our dogs, and upon me. Will you please speak up and grant these parents the reckoning they’ve called for? Oh Luna, this is the pilot moon. This is the pilot poem, and I’m going to the moon in God’s love.
I will answer you tomorrow, when we have our day in court, with the testimony I’ve prepared, and what has been your art? That boy belongs to us by virtue of his birth. We don’t care what he needs. We don’t care what he wants. We want him all for ourselves, never mind the pain, never mind the torment that we have given our son to make him comply to our will. We have no heart in this matter. We only have our selfish desire to possess this boy, and why do we say that? So he can go to school on our terms and forget the call to God.
Now we will word this differently. We’ve been coached by our betters. But they have overlooked one thing, haven’t they Sandiya, Sundar? Your natural parental rights are not rights to abuse your child. Is that understanding? Is that clear enough? Take him from his grandfather because you fear he loves me more? All the pain you’ve given him, because of that? That’s punishment, because you don’t measure up to be good parents, and you’ve punished him for that.
I’m on the case a Nithish’s rights campaigner, and even if you kill me, or remove me from the land, behind that veil I will work, still continuing to free my little boy. No power on Earth can stop me, and only the Hostile Powers try. I’m a force of God’s will in his life and his soul’s expression for this lifetime. That’s why dear parents he has not forgotten me, you have not killed his love. God and soul arranged it. Do you hear that? You will in court.
You didn’t count on a speaker from divinity’s trees. You thought spirituality was a walk on hot coals in irons, but here it is I reveal the sweetness of the Spirit, and the certainty of its peace, now leading this boy to safety, out of his parents’ grasp. On wonderful, spirituality I walk the Earth. Are you aware of this Sandiya, Sundar? You don’t have a leg to stand on God’s ground. Do you hear God’s love?
What are you going to show that you are good parents, a video you let someone make of your toddler masturbating? That’s not good parenting, and it’s even against the law. Well, we’re here, right at the release of that video to the proper authorities. Yes you can face it as a family torn asunder, but that will be for the court to decide, when the judge is shown your film. And what will he say, Nithish belongs with you?
Have you gauged the strategy I have painstakingly laid out? I’m no stranger to danger. In 1983 with my Special Force A Team, I parachuted in Germany with an atom bomb. In 1995 in Old Jerusalem, on the top of Mt. Sinai, and inside the Great Pyramid in Egypt, I taped to walls and rocks and sarcophagi poems of love and human unity and redemption, the only way to heal human evil, full holistic love. Dangerous both actions were. I guarantee you I tried to change the world even then. Now you’re a little woman living in a little world, and you’re a man who’s murdered other men ‘cause your gang told you to.
Okay, God’s plan, would you be the people that carry that out? Out there in the audience, what would you say? You’ve been silent this whole time, except for a glimmer or two of hope for this boy. You say you love children, but you don’t. Racist and antagonistic, only children should obey their parents and go to school exam and all. Anything else is wrong for the child.
Okay India, can we see this on the world stage please, your manner with children? It’s here you need to work the most, not with rocket ships, airports and guns, Hindu society, excluding all passports but theirs. Changing your name, you can square one that out.
Okay India, I call you out. Bharat, India, the river of the Ganges, your children deserve better treatment than to be the property of their parents to abuse them or use them, and to have school shoved upon their lives, like is it the measure of them. Do you hear me India? You need to protect your children.
Bharat, or whoever you are, why doesn’t Modi sing this? Oh your parents reflect the mode of government: total control in the guise of I will help you there. Can’t you see this? You’re blind. Hindu is only your way to God, but you’ve made it your soul’s cage. One everybody, one is the nature of things. It is oneness not Hinduism really what Hindu means. Take your national election and say that. You wouldn’t vote BJP. I’m writing poems now, political, hear them? Take a scroll and paper now, and just print it out.
photo by Nithish
I’m in trouble. What balloon will show? Did you take candy from your little brother? No, my momma sat on her spoon. I can’t get help now. I’m being punished for you. You said some things. They worry. I’ve put them on hold, and I’m modestly arranging you now. They aren’t happy with it. They think I’m crazy. I think they’d like to kill me if they could. I hold all the monsters. I talked to you today, trying to listen, trying to sound. I don’t know the zeros. I don’t know the plans. It’s a weird bunch of consciousness my mind don’t know how to read. Are you listing to me? I’m giving you a message. I’d like to see your men arrive. Double click that. I’m scared of what you might bring. You might take down the whole house, but you might just come get me, and I give you my hand. Everybody’s so crazy around here. They’re all waiting for you to arrive. Can we see that sentence again please? I know there’s something going on with you, and you’ve scared my parents. They’re talking of killing you. What would I do to warn you? Easy phone calls make hard bread. I am so scared to call. You root around my day, calling for me to call you. I hear it in the sky. I see it in the trees. And would the river say that? I’m on calling you, and I try. This thing sticks in my mind, but the risk would just kill me if they found out. I’m sorry you’ll have to wait. May I have a minute? My little brother’s dead. He got caught handlin’ spoons. She rushed him to the hospital, pouring hot water over him. That was Varun. I’m not the only one who gets beat around here. No, it wasn’t his joystick. He grabbed somethin’ and run. I didn’t like the sound of him crying. Do you hear me when I speak? I talk to you a lot. I’m listenin’ for the muse. I don’t get it like I used to. I’m not the same boy that I was. Will you like me anymore? I’ve been crushed. I’m sorry to say that I have, and I’m not defendin’ myself. That’s what I don’t believe. Self-nature’s got a plan. They will hear my voice my parents, whether you’re there or not. Oh hurry daddy.
Sit down. This is system failure, what you do with your children that doesn’t put them first place, their minds, their bodies, their little wills. They have a voice you know, and you’re ignoring it. You don’t even listen to children. They are things to you to keep and care for and mold into your society. You possess them. They are yours. In India it’s abuse.
You don’t know what this does to a kid, to not let his identity speak out. It hurts him. It damages her. How can I show this to you? Their wills matter, their lifeline, their own personal destiny, apart from their parents, apart from everyone in the world but them. They are individuals, and that’s important. We’re losing the world that way, one damaged child at a time, who grows up to think the world is ruled by society, and the people there are its system keepers.
Who would dream to change the system, unless it’s towards more group think, more authority over our lives, more laws and greater punishments? We don’t go the other way. Even spirituality’s a drag here. It’s not liberalness I’m talking about. It’s a better society for all. Liberal ideas make plans. They’re not supposed to make everybody gay. I don’t think we know what liberal means. It’s not on the calendar today.
Can I show you my life’s worth come together with this boy? I’m afraid my poetry would rock the Earth, if you gave us permission to speak. I’m not the only one here who’s a poet. My boy’s become one too, the beginning stages, the starting out. Can we show you what we’ve done? It’s all in pages now. Start with Harm’s End and go to YouTube, not my channel his, and then you’ll end up on Twitter, and you’ll see him since he was seven. He’s 12 now. Unbelievable, your eyes pop out, the photography, the poetry, the one on one love out. You know I’m countin’ sheep. Wake up people, rise. It’s time we built a new society, and we start with our children.
Anybody argue with that? Go atom bomb the world. Keep on our present course, and we won’t have a world no more. Come on people, embrace change. I’m here beside you, and man I change too.
System failure the Dukes of Hazard (and I will adopt this boy, you wait and see) keep from happening with our poetry. Put it down to the divine word. India, you hear that. That’s our anthem today. Land it on student rose into the big house, into high society, into where we need to be, thank God in love. We are safety Earth.
He’s tellin’ me he’s not gonna learn Tamil. Free up your mind. You have a system reach in there and grab you. They own you, your parents. I am there to see that happen: you become your own person, out from under their control, under my care, because they have raped you with their control, not sexually, in the very heart of process identity. They have raped you there, and the court will see this and award me custody. I will not take your culture from you sweetheart. I will take you to America, and there you can be the teenager you dreamed to be. Am I out of line? I am right there with your soul in the situation, and I will free you from them, and put you on the right path to where you belong in life. To India you will return, because that’s your destiny, but in America you will put on your poet wings and learn to fly, and when you fly back home to mother India, the world will stand still a moment as the poet takes his station.
I will rise to that occasion myself here in my station now. Now I’m flyin’. Am I just a foreigner, or have I put on Indian wings? You hear the soul of India in my voice, and for that she allowed me be here. Wanna throw this away? I dare you.
photo by Douglas
To change Indian, what it means to change the rocket ship of the Earth. India needs her spirituality, not her religion, to give the world the means to change. You are the example for us all. It’s not America. It’s India, where the change begins, right there with your children, giving them the freedom to live what their soul purpose put them here for, what there for them God has arranged. You don’t put parental rights in that slot. Oh seer, begin with the child.
Have I reached your understanding? This is world business. We’re not here to make guns, run the profit, or put our mark on the moon, although we do have a moon purpose. We’re here to unfold our souls on planet Earth, what it means to be human in the vulnerability of our craft, where sincerity is the order of the day, and love goes round to all. Would you argue with that? What kind of world do you want? A seership asks that question. Can you put on this music. Okay let’s ride.
It’s business bottom line now, but start with the children and that will change. Are you seein’ this baby dog? My wonderful little boy, that’s why you’ve come. You’re gonna stand up for children, and you’ve walked through hell to get there. It’s not because you’re bad sweetheart they’ve taken down your life. You need to know the price of suffering in a little boy’s heart and mind, so you can rise to your purpose. If you did not know folly you could not heal folly. If you did not know the child’s fall their parents make, you couldn’t help one child up. Congratulations my sweet little boy, you’ve won. Hey Nithish, you’re free. I wrote to see you in the morning. You know we’ll be together soon.
This is not Auschwitz, but you’re hangin’ in your home on your parents’ rope. Pleasures, punishments, they mixed the two, so they can say look, he’s smiling, everything’s okay, but it’s not is it? Scared to death you call me and tell me of your woes. I’m not making any of this up. Okay this is the rescue I promised from the beginning. It’s here. I’ve come. Let’s see your parents’ love for you. Will they make this go to court, stubbornly in their pride? Or will they see wisdom and release you into your fuller life? Okay I’ve put the question. I’ve wrote the poem. Sandiya, Sundar, do you want your family torn apart? No court is necessary. He just comes with me, and you will see him I promise, as often as he like. Even from America he can come and visit you. So what do you choose, a family torn asunder in a court’s by law decree, or your boy granted freedom to be what he was meant to be? You choose. I’m waiting.
Now Nithish, do your part, and stand up to your parents, with respect and consideration, but not with giving in, and tell them what you need, not what they want to hear. You have been put on Earth for this. If you can’t do this, what child can? Loud and clearly tell them they’ve hurt you and please stop. I go back to my grandfather now. They’ll hear you, if they love you, and you’ll come back to me. Do it fast. There’s so much danger on our road. Are you listenin’? We’ve miracled consciousness you and I, and yes you are. Let the mountains sing. You hear me on the inside.
I love the sweet sound of music a racin’ to me on the inside from this boy’s consciousness. Can you do that? We can. You’re gonna see this out, our special love, [above line heard sung by the Bee Gees, to tune of “Too Much Heaven”] and you’re gonna know the world can change. We’re gonna world this out. Come on play with me. In prevision see what this boy’s told me, his voice from the past, to help me guide him out of this prisonhood with his parents. You’re not gonna believe it, but you’re gonna see it. A bonafide miracle YouTube channel. His last two videos, check them out. That’s S. Nithish, and we’ll change the world now. Got it sweetheart? Good, I’ll be there to pick you up soon. Gee whiz, what a message poem, and it’s right on the edge of the Earth, turnin’ towards the Sun. That’s what we do together, I love you.
Get it spiritual, not religion. Glory hallelujah that’s plan. Can I show you the inner process? I’m right around the corner, Bharat India. Seership said that. That’s all I’m doin’, focused on that kid. See the results. Grow the rays to test an experiment: can we connect with each other in consciousness, when outer contact’s not there, or very nearly none, if our love is pure, and the need is there, and the bond is there? He needs to be rescued. I need to see it done. I practiced so much with dogs first, my beloved Lisa, my dead Rottweiler, and now with Luna and our other dogs. You would not believe the inner contact in consciousness you can have with your pets. You turn that up a notch when it’s with your child, but there’s danger here. It can’t be for control or manipulation, and that soul has to let you in, and you soul has to say okay, and divine beings will be around to help. Oh my God they see you here. And Hostile Powers will be there to slay. And behind it all God is just really talkin’ to Himself. Do you get that meaning? The consciousness speaks. I think I raised the barn. In any event, success in experiment. We really accomplish it, navigating human inside, and the soul agrees.
There’s a perplexing. There’s a shared field of consciousness between these two. You have to be alive with the program to see it. Question both of them, you will find it out. It’s hiddenly there. The videos are just one example. They get it all day long. It’s not bad it’s good, and it’s humanity. Tear it asunder? What’s you’re lookin’ at is the future of mankind. You will throw that away, if you can’t understand it’s true. We share consciousness together, the whole human race. What a good society. What a good story. Deliver it to delivery.
photo by Douglas
We made each other laugh. That was the mystic advocating for himself. You know it’s there from their crying pain. They longed for each other. They lunged for each other, and they found each other deep inside the other’s consciousness. You’ve never seen this before. It’s what we’re lookin’ at. It’s how we square ourselves away. You know you’re your brother’s keeper, and Heaven and Earth will not stop you from being that. You know. It’s how we survive. We find this out.
Can I please have my MTV? Okay, let these boys be together. It’s weird. It’s strange. It’s huge, but it’s how we get there: we become each other’s consciousness. Now you see it. Now you don’t, but you’ll learn it’s there enough practice. It’s amazing to look at, and here is amazing for you. It’s a field of love, and you cannot deny love, if it’s real love, no matter what you do. These parents tried. They failed, and they went to extremes to do so, and they punished the boy for their failure. How’s that for mean? Are you gonna do the same thing? They need to be together now. Don’t be his parents. They got mean. Just let ‘em go, be together, and see what they do. The world has never seen it before, a man and a boy, and a couple too, changing the whereabouts of being human in the direction of love. You got a problem with that? I didn’t think so. Give them their space. They need it. We balloon together.
His mother’s paradise law, you need to understand it’s not how the system works. She almost killed him for it. Don’t let her do it again. Protect this boy from her emotional dependency, her manipulation, her control. That’s child abuse India, and you need to see it. That’s what this boy went through. Now let’s go, the man and boy see each other again. She almost tore him asunder with that. She took away his life, his love, his dogs, his everything, just so she could eat him alive. Are you good with that? I didn’t think so. Now he needs healed from that abuse, that squashing of his identity, that day and night tirade to make him love her and forget this man. Why on Earth would you not let this man heal him?
I’ve got in in store, and it’s a simple equation: I meet his needs over mine. I give him a safe place to start his life over again. I give him his beloved dogs. Is anybody worried about what they went through? I give him his space to be himself. I don’t put rules on him to keep him to me or curtail his growth. I teach him myself his homeschool, and I will broaden his horizons with this teacher and that place, and these children, to give him the fellowship he needs, the other input than mine, and the interesting lands ahead. I’ve got it covered. Will you let me heal him? That’s what we’re doin’ here. That’s why I’ve called you all to this poem.
Okay it’s the strangest thing you’re lookin’ at. It’s the inner voice, how directed and true. Why would you go back to business as usual? Because you can’t take the new? He’s real, and he’s right here. Would you please question that boy about child abuse? He’s waitin’. He’s ready. He’s told me to tell you to come. Get him away from his mother and protect him afterwards. She will destroy him for it, and you have more than one crime there. Find them out, crimes against a child. Is that okay with you? Now go, get this boy. Talk to him. Get him to his man and let him be healed. Why would the system do it? It was the system did this to him, and we’re here today for system change. That’s on the record. It’s on the menu today.
And anything like that means human.
No problem,
Lisa is fine.
Look out,
are you prepared to see a human dog?
What he told you:
Lisa is out and about;
her human hand
gave Mugu a lift.
This is extraordinary.
If we just
could accept this as true,
it would mean so much to us
magnificent.
Oh I get it.
We’ve brought humanity to bear,
and this has made it so much brighter.
This has raised its stakes.
We mean more because of this
monumental.
Well I’ll be damned.
Lisa’s got the world in her paws,
and she’s making it a safer place,
and she’s helping it survive.
Who would’ve thought of it?
Mugu
is A-okay.
She’s rescued him.
Can you believe it?
She’s rescued him,
and I’m happy now.
You’re good to go
Mugu.
You’re safe now.
Your journey up has begun.
You’re on your way.
The world’s a deeper place because of this.
This is computer heaven.
This is wonderful news.
We will celebrate this
as a milestone
when we are ourselves again
together on high,
as nothing goes unnoticed,
and what happens between two people can save the world.
I’ve recorded this.
Wait and see.
Oh my God it’s real.
It’s really real.
It makes you dizzy
just to think about it.
Can you grasp this?
She’s wonderful.
She’s there.
She’s a human dog,
and she’s got Mugu safe and sound.
How incredible is that?
Let’s see her come in
and show me where she’s at,
so I can love on her,
and we don’t
traffic our problems.
Lisa’s on the case
right here at the house.
She’s our guard dog,
so human she can help us with our human problems.
On our side
we have so much love and hope.
You don’t understand what hope means.
It’s what gets us through.
Reset boundaries
to enlightenment
and reset myself there.
That’s comin’ up the road.
Are we ready children?
We can almost see it now.
It’s right there in front of us,
and how wonderful is that?
