Wake Up

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoREKB5KUsw

The Purge of Evil. (November, 2011)

 

For everything there is a season.
This is the time of hell on earth.
This is the time of the flowering of evil.
The Lords of Materialism have seized power…
It is their time.

The karma they accumulate from their evil deeds
Will rid the world of them for a long time….
They will not be reborn as human.
It is the time of the purge of evil.

Remain human!
Don’t get sucked into their trip!
This has to happen now!
Remain human! Remain human!
Don’t give into their bloody game!
What goes around comes around!
Cultivate compassion!
The leaders are lost in lust!
Their self-destruction is inevitable!

Expect The Unexpected

 

Expect the unexpected.

You're in for a surprise.

Even with these words

you might be shocked.

If someone you know and trust

told you evrything you know is wrong,

can you even imagine that?

Yet, it is about to happen soon.

How do I know?

If I was a prophet, 

how would you know?

Still waiting for Jesus?

Outside the box?

What if someone took yours,

turned it over and shook it

'til you fell out?

Are you ready?

Walking The Floor

 

They're working on the house next  door...

I step out onto the balcony in my underwear....

no one seems to care.

"That's nothing from this world."

I hear on the radio

while I clean the refrigerator.

There's a storm out the window

heading this way...

always, this time of year.

The hard beat of techno...

tomato juice and tabasco...

ready for anything but nothing happens.

Waiting, like we do in Mexico,

for friends to come over

and the rain.

Cappuccino At La Miga In The Kali Yuga

 

It all depends on how you look at it.

Open air restaurant,

a tent really, surrounded by lush green.

Smiling the smile of the goofy damned,

whether we do or we don’t…lol!

Living the punchline on a thin lifeline

wasting time, but, how can I since there’s

no tomorrow?

Foam on the cappuccino 

dusted with cinnamon

like the world

sprinkled with beings

both insubstantial.

Next will be the main course…

the shoe fall

the supernova

the counterinsurgency

the paradigm shift

2012 Redux.

Meanwhile, I wait in Mexico because

that’s what we do here.

A three block line waiting to get jabbed…

Get the jab! 

Don’t get the jab!
Fly away in a balloon!

It will all turn out about the same

anyway.

A Little Bit More Than The Same

 

“The usual”, to Bill the bartender, my friend.

The blond at the end of the bar looked the same

as every other blond that ever sat there…

with only a different name.

Each day ran into the next, 

a familiar deck of cards.

I wasn’t hedging my bets.

I ‘been all in since being born.

The bar was a Bukowski cliche.

The patrons, true Beats, played their games.

Thrown out one night, back the next,

as if nothing had ever happened.

One night, an unusual blonde at the end of the bar,

Annie Lennox-like, a man-eater? A mystery…

of the moment…the night’s entertainment maybe.

She got into a drinking contest with a rugged

looking man. After ten minutes or so, everyone 

still conscious were enthralled. He looked to be

250, she maybe 110. 

Logic said she would have to fall.

After an hour of slamming shots, she still looked

cool as ice. The hombre was sweating, red and 

teetery and pissed off. Another half-hour 

and the brute slid off his chair, unconscious 

on the floor. Our Heroine watched him fall, 

smiled and lit a Rothmans. Without a word

she rose, turned, smiled and nodded to 

everyone, and walked, steady as a gazelle,

out of the bar…

…she gave flabbergastery a new name.

She was a little bit more than the same.

Raging Bull(shit)

 

A war of words.

No man’s plan.

New world disorder.

A thousand points of blight.

The age of unreason.

Waiting for the shoe fall.

The Mind Needs To Be Trained

 

“If you think that confusion will clarify itself,

you should understand that samsara is

notorious for being endless.” Gampopa

Our minds have been trained from birth, 

by family, environment and education.

This is the default training we receive

just because we happen to be there.

Our habits and proclivities are the result

of this training, which should be called 

programming or indoctrination rather 

than training. We have little choice in 

the matter.

The training of the mind comes in many

forms. There is military training, scientific 

training, training that focuses the mind on 

different subjects leading to proficiency.

This is training the mind for a specific 

purpose, but has nothing to do with

training the mind itself to see more clearly

and accurately. Training the mind itself

happens through various disciplines: yoga,

meditation, contemplation are among the

important ones.

Training the mind for a specific purpose is 

the same as training a dog to roll over 

or fetch. It has nothing to do with evolving

the mind to a greater level of perception

and wisdom. This has been known in the

East for millennia, but the West has had a

hard time catching on or catching up.

Various mental disciplines have been

introduced to the West since the sixties,

with many people deriving benefit from 

them, but, over all, scientific materialism

remains the religion of developed societies

due to the momentum of the past. Trusting

that science can solve all humanity’s 

problems is just another belief.

An example of the shortcomings of default

training can be exemplified in Ted Kaczynski,

the so called “Unabomber”. Highly educated,

he became a nut case in a cabin in Oregon.

So much for the Renaissance Man.

The confusion endemic in the world today

is exacerbated by the fact that many minds

that are out there are reacting to events 

beyond their comprehension and that 

contradict their rote beliefs. Their minds are

not grounded in reality, though many seem 

to be starting to see through the fog. This is

proof that it’s possible to wake up from

our conditioning. 

The vaccine is a bio weapon

 https://www.bitchute.com/video/WsvhxBD4k1uZ/

The Sun Went Around Again

Familiar sun spots from sky lights

march across the floor.

I move a curtain, turn on a fan,

like every other day before.

Entertained by the nerves in patterns

on a screen, with images blown out

of proportion to create the story line.

This can’t really be what’s happening

in the world, but let’s pretend and go 

along with it.

Meanwhile the world spinning out loud

could care less about the big day.