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.

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]

excuse me...do you have the time?

just killing time

as it kills us

but you cant kill 

that which can not die

or has no end

and that is why we have the advantage

time can and will be stopped

we see it speed up

but what happens when it speeds up to the speed of light

we cant and will not die

so lets keep on killing time

so we can get passed the past

and move on

into the infinite

we are going to have to get passed the fact

that maybe time

and life itself is just not exactly what we have thought it is

it has been a long time

a slow build

but it is bubbling over

too much information

it seems scary

but it is not

it is what and who we are

nothing but pure infinite consciousness

never ceasing to exist

when this is not only known but understood

by the all

well...then...

game over.

we win.

blast 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?

a house is not a motel

language is a magick spell

sitting on the dock of the bay

so close

so close

so close

yet so far

but not really

it depends where you are standing.

two hearts will combine into one.

it has taken hundreds or thousands of lifetimes.

and we have one more.

but that One is it all.

so it goes.

on and on forever and ever.

until it is over.

memories. memories. memories. 

memories of the future.

see you in the past tomorrow and the day after that.

zero point.

i love you.

YOU.

All the wars combined into ONE

war upon war upon war

country against country

religion against religion

man against nature

against himself

this war is galactic

this war is spiritual

this war is for the most precious gift

your heart, mind and soul

your weapon is love

your weapon is truth

we already won

we just have to remember

re-evaluation

re-evaluation of the past through repetition of the things you missed.

you realize that almost everything you thought you thought was either wrong or not you

shit turns to gold and gold turns to shit

all pre or mis conceptions are out the fucking window

all plans and expectations morphed or shattered

into something new

into something unknown

as lovers push you away and enemies want you close even though they hate you

it is time to shatter all ideas of the future

because our imaginations have been hijacked

and the future has been written by a bunch of mad men

remember what it was like to truly love before you knew desire and thought you knew it all?

it is about that time

do you remember the control room?

do you remember your life laid in front of you like a digital snake?

do you remember the colors you never knew existed?

do you remember what it feels like to fly?

do you remember the giant with a thousand faces twisted and tortured?

do you remember the land of the creators?

do you remember the floating monuments?

do you remember the game?

do you remember that time?

do you remember all of the times you have died and been born?

well?

do you?

because it is about that time.

Everything all at once

Business as usual? Business as usual? Business as usual?

It is much too unusual for Business as usual.

There is a seed growing.  Some might think it is a germ.  

That comes from fear.

It is a seed.  

With a network of roots underneath the surface and penetrating everything.

It is the truth.

And it is much to Extraordinary for Business as usual. 

As a wise man once said, "Hold but let go"

Because every myth known to man is playing itself out.

Alongside anything any human ever imagined.

All the good and all the bad.  Is happening.

Coalescing into one big thing.

Until final realization.  

The culmination of everything that ever happened and was ever imagined.

See you there.

Time to pay up

cutting edge physics says that our minds and emotions create our reality.

our thoughts manifest themselves in our reality.

all of them.

whats lurking in the shadows?

whats down in the basement?

the seals have been broken.

all of the famines and plagues of your mind

pouring out into your dreams

before they solidify in your days.

the night is almost over but not even close.

this year still has lifetimes waiting to be relived.

get ready people.

you cant keep fucking all the love without paying the pimp.

God chariots needs a paint job and new rims.

He is calling in all his loans.

I hope you didnt fuck the love too much.

It will be expensive.

The spiral is the answer

I do believe something is happening here.

Do you feel it?

Or is it just me.

I know i walk a fine line.

But I also know that other people feel this.

We don't have a choice people.

Something is happening here.

Something is always happening.

But we are starting to ask questions.

The answers bring more questions.

The spiral is the answer.

We are all on this path whether we know it or not.

The spiral is the answer.

It gets tight towards the center.

But we will come out alright.

And have a good laugh.

See you there babies.

Hi. You and i both are.

We talk of friends and family.

Politics and Celebrities. 

God and the Devil.

We talk of the weather.

We talk of what we think.

We talk of our thoughts about thinking.

What does any of this mean?

Do you ever consider what it means to exist.  To be able to think of the idea of existence.  

Take a minute.

Take a breath. 

Lets stop pretending we know what is what.

Lets take a minute and humble ourselves.

Humble ourselves to the fact that we know nothing.

What a gift.

the story.

the loss of a woman.

lost to despair.

over the loss of a baby boy.

who left out of despair.

over the loss of a woman.

forever and ever we go.

until.....

They story is over.