Behind the Biblical, wow, is that real? Challenges, let’s not escape from that. Never get to say it: the worth in the characters in the Bible are real. They had time on earth. How do we listen to them? Not through their own venue. We’re encountering the past. It has weight today, relevance, but it’s not our lives today. Humanity hadn’t reached that far, to understand more in life than the tall tale, and fairy tales still ruled the day.
We believed them. They made us mad. They got our goat. They made us worship the sun and put deities in trees. We abided by them, thinking the world a magical place, air tight, and no laws apply. The moon could stand in your living room, and decapitated heads could talk.
We listen to them today out walk our sun, conspiracy daylight. A bunch of Democrats extract from children and child sacrifice some blood elixir, and this is their insulin for the day? And do pedophiles rule the world? Do you know how mad that is? It’s from the Middle Ages. It shows a huge decline in the population in critical reasoning skills. It’s moonbeams, lunacy, and so many Christians believe it.
They can’t get their fantasy straight. They don’t know what it is, all the magic in the Bible, and we come down to miracle. Does it exist? Everybody’s seen it down through the ages in every culture on earth. Miracles happen, but they’re not the order of life. They are rare instances of great change in some little module or another, a superseding a nature for a moment. They happen and they don’t happen. So much gets mixed in folklore the impossible our daily ride, and it’s quite possible we hallucinated a lot in times past, even on a mass scale. A consciousness change did that, gave us reason to guide our lives and put out the great eye of the cyclops, Poseidon’s son, so that we would no longer drink from dream and vision right out there under the sun. They receded underwater, and the subconscious withdrew into its cage.
We tarry there now, not even believing in dream and vision and not knowing how to open it again so it doesn’t swallow us. That’s the crux of the matter. I have held a telltale shark in this escape hatch. I am swallowed by dream and vision. I mean it guides my inner life, disrupts. It surround me, and I have to know how to negotiate it. I spend half my time there. It’s loud, and it’s free, liable to take you anywhere, and it’s costly. It plays with your mind all the time. You have to keep it in check. You can’t just let it run amok, and you can’t believe everything it says, shows yah. So much of it’s a lie, a representative figure shown on a screen a moment that’s followed your fancy, your fear. It scares the hell outta you. It tears you apart, and it gives so much hope.
You learn these are lies to mess with you. You learn discernment, and you’re dealing with creatures more intelligent than you. Jung will get you goin’ a long ways: this is just all inside your head, and your head is much bigger than you know, but I’m sorry there are cosmic creatures, angels and demons and Gods and Goddesses and a whole host of nature spirits and world voices and a whole bunch more. You can communicate with the cosmos. It communicates with you. So you sit in the cosmic consciousness and learn how to handle it.
You see miracle there. You see it every day, because the future is in your dreams there to discover every single day, and the hearts of men and women are laid bare, everybody that touches your life that you need to know about, and the great world engines are revealed to you and secrets no one knows, but there you are a pauper in your room of no value to the world. It doesn’t make you rich. You’re dealing with symbols, representation, fairy tales to most people. No one understands the science of dream and vision, and I have gotten it down to a science in my room. Will you blast me for it? We will see.
You’re stupid you know when it comes to showin’ us the times, men and women who are beyond their time. They are persecuted or ignored, made fun of and sometimes killed. I have been ignored and cast aside, like being in an eye of a storm. I must show you what I see because I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t. I have divine beings breathing down my neck, and do you know how smart they are, how well they can manipulate our kind to get their packages done? I shoot the bird at them all the time, but I get my job done, and I resisted this poem last night, but it haunted me this morning, and I gave in. I submit it to what, several people? Great world pretend, oh well here I am again crossin’ paperwork and understanding a poem. Do we just sit here and call snakes?
A guy that’s on the net.
It’s on the net.
I not been poet before.
Spirits in my head and they won’t go. [line heard sung by the Strumbellas, “Spirits”]
We’re shoppin’ for cars.
Can’t find a one in your neighborhood.
Bubble me up please.
This is Ranger.
I’m calculating science.
You don’t understand the net.
I’ll make a video
to make everyone laugh
so I can feel special inside.
I’ll waste my time here.
I don’t know what to say.
Can you do it,
make meaning out of worth?
A horrible commotion
the whole damn net.
Where do we put it?
I’m sure some voices rise.
Some everywhere.
Let’s not fudge with it.
Let’s put meaning on there.
Can you mean somethin,
make us all grow,
like we mean something?
Where is it
the meaning of this paper?
I think you’ve thrown me away.
The net’s speaking me.
Can you hear that?
Can you show your inmost self on TV?
Just one rupee sir,
and we’ll have taxes of course.
See that net?
You won’t be a voice talking.
We won’t take you there.
Do I wanna go down there,
to a person’s imaginary poet world?
Nah,
I read a few lines.
I think we’re good.
What’s he gonna say,
meaning?
Throw that poet away.
I’ve got an appetite for stuff.
Many rules gonna get broken
for the net value.
You are not prepared for its worth.
You just think it’s ticklin’ time.
It’s like a Ouija Board.
Who moved that dial?
Quagmire.
I think you read me loud and clear.
Now let’s test this boat.
Too heavy for us.
I know;
you can’t do it,
wash your hands with Jewish genitals
and save the world.
See how smart you are.
You can’t get your head down your pants.
You need to go really, really, slow.
That book will scare you,
Between Jerusalem I’m Sorry.
Read that book.
It’s an understand the world book,
not just human genitals.
In this book they’re just redeemed.
Can you see Jerusalem?
Oh my God he’s on paper,
the Internet,
the whole world.
Green light,
oh we can go back
and change something
if it didn’t work.
What am I supposed to do,
with QAnon
and that whole Trump’s the savior mess?
Let’s get them meet the press
and it’s we lose our democracy
if they’re voted in.
You okay?
It’s in Nature to stick up like that.
This is a long poem,
exact words.
Give it with me,
the meaning of life.
Back them I didn’t realize, well,
your anxiety’s gonna come up.
I’m sorry,
give yourself a tight squeeze.
We’re handlin’ the book.
This poem needs a picture.
Who Hannah?
She’s a lovely dog.
Leading a dog
to where we belong in time.
Must be some book,
leading a dog through time.
You got my wolf?
I think it’s your wolf actually.
Anyway read the book.
Is that my measurement?
Yes sweetheart.
This person is solvin’ the world.
You got that Houston?
Which asks you to stretch.
It's not fun for The Family Guy either.
Small snake bite—
you won’t get away with it,
no matter how you read it,
without it doin’ you some number.
Enjoy it;
this is the end of the world
that doesn’t know its origin.
You’re headed for a disaster,
oh world we live in,
if you can’t bring this book to light,
or its ideas on some other page.
Look I’m talkin’ to yah straight.
No other book has the power
to bring you to change.
You mean it
where this book is bound to you,
and that’s a doctor,
the one you need right now.
You think I’m exaggerating.
It’s all in the book,
and I’ve just mentioned time.
Can you see that far?
I don’t think you’re even lookin’.
History has a book party.
I think you’ll find this book
in its Rolodex.
You’re not listenin’.
You’ve watched too many commercials.
I reader
am in the whole thing.
Read it
and don’t look back.
You want extra-terrestrial contact
I should ask.
I’m not talking about the one in spaceships.
This is bigger than words.
Okay talk to the world
the very nature of its see.
I’m showin’ you that
extra-terrestrial.
No other formula has it
quite to this degree.
You understand me?
The nature of the universe will talk to yah
in large poetry ships,
and the prose will just knock you sideways.
All in a day’s work
in that book.
You take it from here.
Anyway, let’s call most everybody:
what do you want to do when you grow up?
You want to be mountain and feel pregnant with the world?
Excellent,
I got it.
I got your book,
and we’re right here
in the lighthouse
Pondicherry U.S.A.
to the spirit of India,
where star wars meets the Earth
in Israel.
You got that car?
I’m drivin’ it down the street.
Hop in.
We’re happenin’.
We're leadin' a book through time.
Harm's End 