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.

From the ashes of hell, one will rise.

living in a world where love is crazy

and a murderous manipulative machine is the norm.

an eternal fire of truth and beauty is insanity

and a convenient life built on slavery, murder and rape is not only accepted

but preferred.

souls being sold 

because it is easier to lie and ignore than it is to speak from the heart. 

everyone wants a piece but nobody wants to do the work.

an illusory freedom keeps everyone entertained

as the price for such a thing is your soul as the contract is written in blood

of the millions slaughtered in wars against make believe enemies.

this world is on fire

and thank god

because it needs to be purified, transmuted and disintegrated

and from the ashes

the bird will rise up again and fly away

from all the horror, distortion, lies and mutilation

of anything true and beautiful.

with a seed in his mouth

a new home will be found

for the seed to be planted.

what people believe to be the light is darkness

and there are colors unseen to the human eye hiding in the darkness.

the archons live and control and distort

as they dangle the carrot in front of the ass

do not fall for it.

stay steady. stay true.

and know that there is no freedom in this place 

until control is out of the hands of demons, devils and the demiurge.

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!

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.

aliens, angels and you

a friend recently asked me:

where do i find the aliens?

which is synonymous with angels

but people these days feel funny using such terms

as a dogmatic manipulative religion hijacked the term

the angels and aliens are in and around everything

hidden under rocks, floating over your shoulder and sitting next to you on the bus

but if you want to find them....

close your eyes, look up into the center of your brain, relax and breathe

you will be amazed what you can see and where you can go

with intent, belief and patience

they are you and you are them

and if you want to see the aliens or angels

which are you

you just have to ask yourself to show yourself

your true beautiful spotless self

unhindered, unabashed and unafraid

look up with with a knowing

and be whisked away

to a foreign yet unquestionably familiar home

nobodies there and no bodies there

at least not yet

until we all remember

our full potential

and our true purpose

not to make money, acquire goods and gain recognition

but to love and live

free

of all limitations 

with no boundaries, judgements, questions or fears

the aliens and angels are waiting

and do not forget that they are you

waiting for you

to remember so you can wake up

and become ONE

with everything

see you there lovers

give the ghosts a life

they're heeeeeerrrre.

the dead, the alien, the forgotten, the martyred

all coming back

in your mind, through the stereo, out of the television and in your mirror

sending hidden messages and planting seeds without much notice

at least for now

they will not go away 

all loans must be paid and all must find balance

the scales have been tipped so far to one side

for so long

that rush upward has the intensity of a rocketship

and suppression of what must be and what is will not suffice any longer

the pressure from the suppression has began an eruption

and the nightmares are leaking out 

everyone is going to be forced to ask why.

why?

why?

why?

why is this happening.

the good and the bad.

all of it.

they're heeeeeerrrrreee

to show you.

stare into the mirror with no fear.

stare into the screens with no fear.

hear the song with no fear.

but do not forget to ask why.

biding our time...wink wink.

perplexed, distressed and obsessed

with a dream in a dream

considered insane in an insane world

chasing a  fantasy world of life and love

inside a world of death and decay

felt by so many but ignored as an impossibility

all the while, the solidity of supposed reality drifts away

and the lines between fact and fiction, dreams and reality blur

universal laws are swept under the rug

and a false morality system is put in place by a hypocritical control system

but who is in control?

the people answer to their "superiors"

the "superiors" answer to theirs; which is a business

which is a death machine

an invisible thousand eyed monster

the machine is run by a few select families

who answer to nobody...except the monster they created

the carpet is much too lumpy to walk on

so the filth is leaking out the sides and eating itself

the dreamers tread lightly watching the show play out

waiting patiently and exchanging words, looks and winks of a secret language

an ancient language

a language of silence amongst the chaotic noise

we stare into each others eyes and silently say "my god....when?"

soon my love(s)

all of them. all of you.

wrapped up in one.

enjoy the show

it is going to be a weird one.

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?

piece by pieces the body is being put back together

the transit of venus

a hymn to hecate

slow mutations

from flash floods of memories

as the eyes go up to the window on the door

a flood of energy engulfs and lifts me up

shot through space

an image appears in the black window

it is the past

it is the future

it is home

the three form goddess

lost her heads

through eons of persecution and self sacrifice

the aeons will awaken

gather their heads and their wits

in order to get through that door

love the illusion to destroy the illusion.

artificial limbs 

artificial hearts

realization is a start

floating in a plastic space

choreographed and photocopied

placed in a hollow space

and forever told how it goes

the empire never ended as a wise man once said.

every birth

just another division

of the whole

as we sit in a room 

forever and ever

tricked by time

what started as a simple joke

became a disaster area

so we fell 

in order to pick up the pieces

and have been told we are wrong for doing so

as another wise man once said

it's a trap

love it because it is all you have

but also love it to escape

because it is not you

its a lot to remember

it has been a long time

but i know you and you know me

we go back a long ways

lifetimes upon lifetimes is one thing

but it goes beyond that

we carved into stone once

but we try not to think about it these days

dont keep chasing the carrot dangled in front of you

co'mon babies

we have a party to go to.

nothing is here but your mind

we have built this tower

so many times 

it has been knocked to the ground

buried under the rubble

we dust ourselves off

and pick up the pieces

and begin to rebuild

the tower is very high

this time of the year

with reinforcements

but we all know this story

and the capstone of the pyramid is almost ready to be put in place

will we get there this time

or will it be knocked to the ground again

planets being shot out of the sun

on a spiral path that is too large for us to see

one planet turns into the next

and we jump ship

or are picked up

exactly on schedule

this plan

was selected by us

and the our ideas of the future are useless now

because the tape is just being rewound

the pencil is in the spool

and what we think is a march forward 

is really 

just a vacuum pulling us backwards

into the past

which is the future

do you remember?

what you see is a movie

being watched by another movie

we wrote this a long time ago

the credits will roll soon

right up into your mouth

and into the center of your brain

as you lay on the ground

and get ready for take off

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.

It is happening again....but what exactly...remember?

ride the wave. see you on the golden shore.

always trying to help.

accepted or rejected.

or....

rejected than accepted.

or....

accepted than rejected than accepted once again.

i will say it now so you can live it then

and it will become your own

so you can believe it

these waves your just hopping on now

have been being created since the beginning

my entire life has been dedicated to this

all i want is for everyone to hang ten

find that wave

find that love

find that peace

ahead of the curve it gets shot back into the past which is your now

hop aboard or sink below but either way the wave has got you

we are in for a wild ride

a beautiful ride

i help make the waves for fun

so dont be scared if they seem rough

the shore is not that far away

and the undertow is just an illusion

The Word is Boo

Watch out!

There is a ghost in your house.

He seems a little frightening.

But no worries.

He is just an observer.

Whispering in the wind.

And moving things about ever so slightly.

In order.

To get things moving.

The movements are slight.

In measurement and of hand.

But the ripple effect is great.

In a golden ratio.

Everything is.

In a golden ratio.

Even the strange ghost in your house.

The ripples are beginning to spread and intersect.

An entire new image is created.

one of the greatest bands in the known universe

Dreams

Last night i had a vivid dream i saw an old friend.

I was waiting in a house of a family i did not recognize.

A woman said she could not stop staring at the Mayan pyramid tattooed on my hand.

I was nervous.  Waiting for the arrival of my old friend.

It had been a long time and i was unsure where i stood.

Both literally and figuratively.

On the ground and in her mind.

Where was I?

Arrival.

Awkward.

The surprise turned into a jump

The jump created a smile

The smile made us hug

The hug turned into a dance.

The party began.

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I had a dream the other night that my teeth were being pulled out one by one

It was very vivid and disgusting and frightening

Earlier in the day a picture on the wall appeared to float and move in my friends perception.

In the middle of the dream the same picture fell of the wall and hitting many things on the way down.

I woke up scared, tonguing my teeth to make sure they were there.

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My friend had a nightmare that something scary was behind her. She woke up terrified.

A couple days later her daughter woke up after having a dream of an old witch with no teeth with a book called "the history of mystery"

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billions of years squashed into a tiny ball

we are not in control

we have no choice

as technology creates itself faster than we can keep up with

pushing us along more so than we push it forward

the economy is crumbling

the powers that be march our children into world war III

the environment is on a rampage

not only on this planet but all of them

mars is turning blue and green

and venus is brighter than ever

the ups and downs of our lives are reflecting this

the only solution 

is to dance

and to love

and enjoy yourself 

this story is already written and we are just playing it out

what is happening now we have lived in the past

in currents of the wave that runs through everything

compounded on top of each other

why does this feel so familiar

what you see is yourself

what you see is your past

showing you

its up to you to help fix this mess

balance this equation

it is all just math

the math creates the song

the song creates the picture

what is this painting going to look like

all of reality will be compressed into a tiny little ball

and then we wake up

i love you.