One is the loneliest number since the number two

and another one's gone

and another one's gone

and another one bites the dust.

but not really the one

because the one doesn't bite dust

the one creates it

so we wave goodbye to all the dead gods

so much faith put in to a projected fantasy

as we realize

so much

but especially that there is no other

one

there is no two

just one

forever in a room

pacing around an oriental carpet

or sitting in a lonely chair.

imagining the whole damn thing.

he is getting bored.

time to wrap this fucking show up.

watch out.

things are gonna start moving.

Be like water

thinner and thinner the veil gets

less and less solid matter becomes

more and more fluid the days flow

no more swimming upstream against the current 

going nowhere

it is too strong

and we are all being brought along.

so release now.

feel and float

and go with the flow

with the current that moves

with the beat of your heart.

never forgetting

always remembering

constantly feeling

nothing but love

into the whirlpool

out the other side

round and round we go 

back and forth 

we gotta get this shit synchronised 

the olympics are coming soon

and we need to get that gold medal.

unfolding in silence

sitting. knowing. waiting.  

in a deafening silence

all senses become one and everything becomes you

as you become everything.

behold the all

in awe

because what you saw in the dark is an invisible gold

and what we saw in the light turned out to be mere shadows.

leftovers from an ancient culture

seep back into the minds which hold a similar pattern

but with many more layers.

shedding skins of a hundred lives

getting back to the core

and seeing each other for who we truly are.

which will be who we used to be.

Oh. Hello again.

and again and again and again and again.

Ha!

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Twiddling thumbs waiting for the one.

Impatiently waiting patiently

Spending every second focusing on a point in time

of no time

when all becomes ONE

yet there is nothing to be done except nothing

because it is just a waiting game.

at the door but it will not open

not until we have enough people to break it down.  

we are all encoded in the system

free will is an illusion

all these choices and experiences are just a remembering

of past lives, sorted out and sifted through a filter of perfection.

becoming a conglomeration of all the best things we ever were

and releasing all the mind parasites that the archonic system has imposed up on life.

we all have a number, we all have a pattern, we all are eternal.

 

Crazy Wisdom, Holy Madness

Crazy Wisdom Wiki

Crazy wisdom, also known as holy madness, is a manifestation of certain spiritual adepts where they behave in unconventional, outrageous, or unexpected fashion. It is considered to be a manifestation of spiritual accomplishment evident in such Dharmic Traditions as Sanatana Dharma, Tantra, Vajrayana, Zen amongst other traditions such as Sufi, Bonpo, Taoism and Russian Orthodoxy for example and is often evident in human cultural spiritual universals such as shamanism. Crazy wisdom is also a modality of communication, in which the adept employs esoteric and seemingly unspiritual methods to awaken an aspirant's consciousness.

strange dreams make for strange days.

wake up.

back to sleep.

wake up.

back to sleep.

hopping from dream to dream to dream.

within a dream.

talking to friends.

dancing with dead relatives.

yelling in a doorway.

all to wake up.

so we can go back to sleep.

to that other dream.

the sweet one.

the strangeness won't stop

as the insane sanity spreads, grows and overflows everything

with a golden madness.

a purifying pattern of perfection.

Open Eye, Open Mind, Open Heart, Open Mouth

The elephant in the room just farted

and Nobody can take it anymore.

From the heart

Through the mind

And out of body

Aligned

Actions are taken and words are spoken

From the heart

Through the mind

And out of body

One step closer

One step further

With no gaps in between

Feeling, Intention and Action

 Is all that makes up anything

Once all the gaps are filled in

and EVERYTHING becomes aligned

The show is over

The credits will roll

The players will take their bow

and remove their masks built by living hundreds of lives.

Enjoy the show!

It's almost over.

 

 

Remember that time when we were everything?

sitting, drinking, smoking and chewing on ice cubes

laying in wait and/or in vain

for some thing or ONE always just out of reach.

nowhere to go except my mind

as every straight line somehow eventually curves back in on itself

around the spiral and down the rabbit hole.

holding on and letting go

of dreams, ideas and desires

as it is all illusion regardless.  

just killing non existent time in order to realize that this is so.

while waiting for others to come to this realization also.

when we reach this point it will be a forgetting of this world

and a remembering of an ancient one

when all become whole 

all will become one

all one

alone

but only for an infinitesimal second

and then all together again 

with full memory in tact

not just of this life

but all of them

so familiar, so friendly and so beautiful

it starts in this world though.

right now.

get remembering.

The mathematics of alchemy

decadent delusions turn disastrous 

as the equation balances itself out.

contrived compassion begins confounding

the magician mathematician

and then there is nothing left to do but sit and wait.

in collective confusion the characters 

who are the integers and the variables

are steadily shifted

from one side of the equal sign to the other.

masochistic minds and sadistic souls

dance together and trade loans

back and forth

forever and ever

on a mutilated merry-go-round

disguised as a home.

the golden ring was grabbed

dropped and smashed

broken into bits

and is beginning to be distributed out of fairness and balance.

Yet the gold and the iron feel the same to the blind.

Unappreciated for now the utterance of the ultimate goes unheeded 

and the malfunctions continue to manifest in the multiverse.

The gold seeps into the bloodstream 

as it melts from all the heat and pressure

changing the ones who have touched it even for a disregarded split second.

Into the veins, up the spine and into the center of their brains. 

The eye opens, awakens and NOW....it awaits.

Soon the equation will only have a few select integers and variables

and all will be understood.

mind games

Emergency Emergency

this is only a test

of the universal broadcast system

this is only a test

the most important test

in the history of histories

so take it however you want

did you do your homework?

or have you been cheating off your neighbors?

the tower has been built

high in the sky

but we know how that story ends dont we?

well....do you?

Shiva is dancing across the landscape

while Vishnu softly slumbers

4 ages coming to completion

so what happens next?

this is only a test.

this is the only test.

each one takes their turn

the sun and the moon

creating and destroying

writing the story

so they can collide once again

a tantric union of everything

a blissful return to the golden age

through eons of self sacrifice

which began with a forbidden fruit which opened their eyes

judged and condemned since the beginning of time

yet it was planned all along

the heroes took on the role of villains

with open eyes and open hearts

in order for us to leap over the archonic controllers

who are the true deceivers

the lovers took the first step towards complete annihilation

which is the bravest move in the history of histories

as annihilation will bring true salvation

complete destruction as the most creative act in the universe

no longer will the goddess be the whore or the anti-christ

she will be ONE who saw what nobody else could

and chose condemnation for lifetimes

in order to free and save us all

have no fear just as she did

the deceiver is really the savior

there are many paradoxical layers here

but they are shedding, thinning and falling apart

and the truth shall remain

and we will fly.

fill in those gaps

the gaps between words and actions

they are huge in this place

for now

but soon

this will not be allowed

on all scales

and all levels

nothing will be hidden

not a single thought

not a single feeling

and no gaps will be allowed

because all will be known

and all will be shown

the history we thought we knew

will be wiped clean

as it is just a tiny dot in the grand scheme of things

and a big lie at that

no more room for mixed emotions

so let them out as they come

no more time for suppression 

just eruption

of the truth

always and forever and ever and ever

can you handle it?

Leap frog into the thrones.

jokers are wild

the fool is loose

learning what it means to be the magician

up the 22 steps

into the world

everything is out the window now

because they are all broken

along with the mirrors

prepare to be confused, confounded and then complete

archetypal blast pattern

in the center of your brain

manipulated machinery for malfunctioned minds

keeping the door locked with distractions of endless noise

what seems so new is old news

and what seems ancient is the future

the paupers are becoming princes, kings and queens

the first will be the last and the last will be the first

co'mon tricksters

put on your best outfit

and keep on laughing

what a joke.

waterfall, river, tsunami, whirlpool

floating down the river

born under a waterfall

twists and turns

faster and faster we go

attempting to avoid the rocks

but many are unavoidable 

when things are moving at this speed

yet the speed will get us past them quicker

and at this point

the sooner the better

because a tsunami has been building behind us

at the end of the river is a whirlpool

where it goes

nobody knows

but the current has us

and the tsunami is chasing us

what is your swim style?

i like to float

hold a loose grip to avoid blistering

Hold on all you want

But don't keep that grip too tight

Because you will have to let go

Of everything

You ever had, knew, thought and believed

wave goodbye

as you walk through yourself

when you are dreaming yourself

inside a dream

and the veil thins 

and the light shines in 

you find your hands

and all your senses

become ONE

and begin to make no sense

it is lucid

and off you go

so hold on now

but only as long as you need to say goodbye

there is no future

because there is no time

sweet dreams.

All I have is my love of love and love is not loving

Stone love - she kneels before the grave
A brave son - who gave his life
To save the slogans
That hovers between the headstone and her eyes
For they penetrate her grieving

New love - a boy and girl are talking
New words - that only they can share in
New words - a love so strong it tears their hearts

To sleep - through the fleeting hours of morning

[CHORUS]
Love is careless in its choosing
Sweeping over cross a baby
Love descends on those defenseless
Idiot love will spark the fusion
Inspirations have I none
Just to touch the flaming dove
All I have is my love of love
And love is not loving

Soul love - the priest that tastes the word and
Told of love - and how my God on high is
All love - though reaching up my loneliness
Evolves
By the blindness that surrounds him

[CHORUS]

forgive

the book has been opened

and all the truth came flying out 

all over the place

living in an illiterate world for thousands of years

and then the book is open

it is a lot of heavy reading to do

and the definitions of things are being drastically altered

or corrected

life, time, love, money, existence

we had definitions

but these definitions flew out the window

when the wind from the turning pages began

we will soon know what it means to truly be alive

we will soon know that time is information and understanding

we will soon know what it means to truly love

we will soon find a new symbol of exchange, one not originating from black magick

we will soon know why we exist

all will be shown

all will be known

all will be forgiven

all will be given purpose

you will love what you hate

and we will be together once again

gorgeous little babies tricked into thinking they are grown ups

remember what it was like to accept love from all and trust that everything is the way it should be?

Who is runnin shit?

military industrial complex sending the kids off to fight for.....

privatized for profit jail systems built on indian burial grounds

propaganda media machine controlling with illusion of choice

for profit health care system keeping people sick

poison the food. poison the water.

ritual sacrifice ritual abuse

the books have been slowly burning

and the majority of the minds are now under control

                       barcoded at birth they tried to sell our souls before we even had a choice.

                                                             the machine is hungry.



                                         the demons run amok who poison, rape and kill

                                  as the angels who speak of truth and love are murdered

                                                           we accept this.....why?




                                             do not fear death because you already are. 

                                                    wake up, live and take it all back.

language is a magick spell