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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Water and the World



There is only two, one can never exist or know without the other. The old religions speak of the breath of life and we don't understand what they mean is that now, every second, we are alive in breathing. It is alive and breathing. Rhythms spin and interlock us in magnificent flying extravaganzas of immense space and gargantuan epochs of time, but it is all only ever here now in breathing, in being this vapor, this flow.

We are vortexes of consciousness. Whirlwinds of concentrated cooperation on level after level. The atmosphere breathes us alive like waterspouts on a hot summer afternoon. When that energy is spun out the water falls back into the sea to begin another cycle, that is called reincarnation not of an esoteric soul but of the very atoms of our bodies, the water which composes us.

It is organic concrete living breathing. It is constantly being born and dying. What you label the brutality of nature, the ravaging and raping, is merely the shifting of shapes as the living of all is intertwined codependent and pinnacling upwards.

There is no individual. There is no ego. That is the illusion, the mistake, the unbalancing. Balance is being here in the middle of everything and knowing yourself the only way Self can ever be known that is through group. Our identity is from and for others. Even in solitude our thoughts are in relation to those we have known or heard or read or dreamed as our psyche makes models of personalities it admires emulates and attempts to embody.

For who has been born without a father or a mother? What thought took place without a learned language? Intercommunicating vortices of trillions of cells communicating through organic chemistry and microvolt electronic webs of sensate walking talking Earth. We are mud alive and dancing, chasing the wind, diving in the waves and loving the Sun. Jumping out of nowhere to kiss each other under the Moon. Holding treatise with the galaxies which surround us in this jeweled web and encircle this tiny drop of forever flowing.

Cherish the Here.
Want the Now.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Protection


So what is it we are protecting so fiercely?
What requires the grossest disgusting outlay of public cash seen anywhere in the world at anytime in history? What is it that fuels the need for the most elaborate government funded hi-tech industry and the myriad of security and investigative agencies, the literally trillions of dollars we spend every year on protection money?

Freedom.

That's what we're protecting - our precious freedom.

Like the freedom to drink alchohol.
This freedom involves mind numbing pervasive
screaming social pressures from TV and movies to drink to be cool.
Humans learn by mimic and repetition. Over and over again your
brain is played the simulated dream, the movie or commercial
portrays a high status human drinking. Your nervous
system records the message, in order to fit in with the high
status supertribe members I must drink. And we are free
to do this. The mafiapolice are also free to take over
your life and your bank account if they can catch you in the act
but that's another story.

You are free to drink until you become one of the 400 thousand plus
annual casualties of alchohol. But at least you died cool and felt
euphoric once in awhile.

You are free to smoke tobacco. Until recently you could not really
avoid it. Again you are free to use the product the corporate
state has decided to profit from until it kills you,
another half a million or so per year providing fodder for the
bloated stinking meat processing factory
we call health care in this country.

Speaking of healthcare, that is not free, not part of the freedom
we are defending all over the world by dropping ordinance
on dark women and children. No, healthcare is not only not free
the governmnet is about to mandate that you participate in one of the
most sleazy low life scam industries in America, the insurance racket.
A fleecing of the population which makes billionares out of pencil pushers,
strips doctors of their ability to help and bankrupts millions of
humans who were just obediantly drinking and
smoking and gorging their fat disgusting asses on the
unregulated chemical cesspool which poses as food on the modern
prisonplanet.

You are also free to get off your fat lazy asses and go out into
the streets en masse and stay there until the corrupt sadistic
murdering mafia that runs this country steps
down and the people enact sanity by ending war and empire,
by providing free healthcare, education good jobs as well
as a clean, healthy, sustainable environment locally and
globally. We are free to do that at anytime.

Now?

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Why I Eat rich people

One of the reasons I dislike rich people so much is their arrogant appropriation of everything cool. They want to give the impression that they are the originators of everything good that people admire. They do this with a type of lottery which selects from amongst millions the ultra cream of the crop and then makes them honorary rich people. Professional sports for instance where millions of young athletes in high school are sifted down to thousands in college and even fewer who are able to actually play professionally and an even fewer who become elite superstars and receive compensation that effectively makes them honorary elites.

The unspoken implication of course is that this is how the rich got their status, by earning it, which is totally false of course as legacy wealth is by far the dominant way of becoming really wealthy and all true wealth traces its origins back to a crime against humanity or nature (for instance slavery and mining). In other words it's a myth, a fable indoctrinated very effectively into public consciousness that the gods of our world got where they are because they are better than us.

The truth is that they are insane with power and locked into a system created by lunatics obsessed with getting over on each other, stealing wealth by hook or by crook with fantasy bubbles blown century after century which all strive to make the pyramid scheme into a sustainable way of life, to allow them to live as pharaohs in perpetuity.

This myth is taught not only in professional sports but in music and the arts and almost every facet of creative output. The very best talent is expropriated by the parasitic class of disgusting over consumers and usually quickly corrupted by the morays of these degenerate criminals.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Taboo Topics



Ever wonder what stories are off limits to our infant like public consciousness, you know the one filled with Tiger's wood and Brittany's vagina? What is going on in the world today that escapes our scrutiny? Here's five things that are off the radar.

One - Genetically modified foods.

A huge threat to our future and a reckless experiment with nature the makers of these franken foods have prevented the public from even being aware of the science fair projects we all all eat.

Two - Corporate pollution.

The destroyers of the environment operate under a cloak of camouflage. Their crimes go unreported as their control over the media is as sure as their control of government.

Three - Arab refugees.

The four or five million innocent civilians whose lives have been utterly destroyed by the US oil grab in Mesopotamia. Invisible.

Four - Public support for Peace.

Public opinion has always been for peace, consistently over decades. In fact it is only through gross perversions of the truth, outlandish media hype and government spewed propaganda that people are ever tricked into supporting war.

Five - Simple solutions.

Simple solutions for complex problems such as giving up our attempt to control the world by force in exchange for trillions in savings which can be utilized to improve our lives rather than destroying others.



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Bio shelter


Under a plastic umbrella of fabricated nonsense

Gorging on the phony and obnoxious

Pretense of superiority, the smugness

Of well dressed children and mannequin brides glittering

In special petro rides,

We blot out the stars with city lights

We bulldoze the future with the endless fights

We conquer control fence and patrol every atom and subspecies

But a tsunami is creeping up from behind.

Don't look stay in the theater and wish wish with all your heart

That we may never have to actually confront reality,

Until it's too late.

Or could we tear off the blinders

Stop the projections and resist their suggestions

Deflate the ballons cut the power off and swoon

Under the moon in rapt admiration for a chance to live

and breathe in motion on this ocean of mystery and magic.



- Brian Thomas

Monday, December 7, 2009

Nothingness and Being




Let's see . . . to start with we need a vocabulary shared between us. We can avoid false argument by assuming the near identical nature of ourselves one to the other, so that when we disagree it is usually a misunderstanding of words not intent.



"For what shall it profit man to gain the whole world, yet lose his soul"

We need a new Good Book to teach the children with. A religious scripture based on Peace rather than War. On Freedom instead of slavery. A morality based on planning for our future rather than on empirical domination and the owning of each other.


Because we are so impressionable. We imitate our elders and absorb their prejudices and assumptions like a sponge sopping up the very juices of life.

So if we spend 10, 20 or 30 years educating people to be machine parts, to think skeptically coldly cruelly calculatingly in order to plot a course of maximum consumption at whatever detrimental cost to our environment or fellow Earth beings then we reap the expected outcome, a world that has been murdered.

And that's pretty much where we are today, drifting around the crime scene waiting tense and apprehensively for the nest shock the next calamity the next blown up scam riot to blow like a tornado through the infantile childlike media consciousness we all reverie in.

Existential apathy.

Post modern dyslexic non involvement.

And here in the mist of This.