"The differing perceptions of another does not invalidate your own"
"All mistery of reality has been carefully tiled over with words, and we seal ourselfs in with disempowerd perception."
To draw, paint, sing, sculpt, dance and act what has never before been done.
To push the envelope of creativity and language;
...and what really important is, I call it: "The fell presents of direct experience" which is a fancy term which just simply means:
We have to stop consuming our culture.
We have to create culture.
Don't watch TV.
Don't read magazine's.
Don't even listen to local radio.
Create your own road show.
...the nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector in your universe, and if you are worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or someone else then you are dis-empowered, you are giving all away to icons, icons which are maintained by a electronic media so that you wanna dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit brain this kind of thinking. That is all culture diversion, of what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears; and we are told no! We are not important, we are peripheral, get a degree, get a job, get a this get a that, and then you are a player. You don't even want to play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you in a half backed moron consuming all this trash which is being manufacturing out of the bones of this dieing world.
Lord, if you don’t help me I can’t get though this
I can’t
Lord, I’m too old for games
Foolish wisdom
And I’m tired of rhetoric
Meaningless rhetoric
It never changes things
Lord, just help me
Help me
I was feeling GOD's pain!
And I’ve never had anything
That’s been any worse to GOD
In my 50 years
That wasn’t born in agony!
Never, Never!
Dead, empty,
And I know that sermons won’t do it!
I know that a new revelation won’t do it!
Covenant won’t do it.
I know now,
Oh my God do I know it,
Until I lie in Agony
Until I have been anguished over it
I'm preaching sermons,
Oh God.
I broke down!
And I wept!
And I mourned!
Does it matter to you at all?
I can’t handle this
I can barely make it into this
Little by little you’re losing it
The lamb/love of GOD
The lamb/love of Christ
People I know, that were my friends
And I’ve seen them go one by one
Some of my closest friends!
You changing
You know what you were
You’re changing
Little by little something’s happening to you
Would it bring you to your knees?
That’s all the devil wants to go
Get the fight out of you
And kill it
So you won’t labor in prayer anymore
You won’t weep before GOD anymore
Go To Hell!
No weeping
Not a word of prayer
It’s all ruined!
You’re laughing
This isn’t life and death
When the walls go down
And ruin sets in
Where's the tears?
Where’s the mourning?
Where’s the confessing?
Love of Christ,
Agony of GOD's heart
Let's reinvent the gods, all teh myths
of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war]
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees
of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to
slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just dying
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
& perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
& death not ends it
Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
Our passion'd flower
Cling to Cunts & cocks
of despair
We got our final vision
by clap
Columbus groin got
filled w/green death
(I touched her thigh
& death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
& only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
W/the divine mockery
of words
Music inflames temperament
(When the true King's murderers
are allowed to roam free
a 1000 Magicians arise in the land)
Where are the feasts
we are promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)
resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasures's breed
We of sundome & the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A nightr of lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich mandala
for me & for you
& for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
& a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways
The things of Kindness
& unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists
in school books
Did you know madmen are
running our prisons
w/in a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a white free protestant
maelstrom
We're perched headlong
on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death
on the end of a candle
We're trying for something
that's already found us
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
south
Cruel bindings
The sevants have the power
dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Starong at me from the T.V.
Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed
they are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family
You have been gifted with the experience of a Divine moment.
Never before in the history of your world has there been a time of transformation such as this.
All Creation is engulfed in the momentum of change.
All are experiencing the wonders of a new world of perception.
With the help of the energies that flood your world, you have the chance to accelerate a process that might have taken centuries.
Now, you are able to embody the higher state of beingness, while retaining physical form. This is the experience known as ascension.
Ascension is not an event but rather, a momentum. It is a shift in awareness, a shift in perspective, a shift in vibration, and a shift in alignment with who one truly is.
You stand on the threshold of a grand adventure.
The extend to which you experience the fullness of the journey is determined by the extend to which you let go of the scenarios that no longer serve you.
You discover the direction of choice on a road you must travel alone.
As the time lag between the inception of though and the manifestation of reality diminishes, it becomes obvious to you that you are creating all of it.
Recognizing the power to create your reality is the key to turning the page and beginning a new chapter in your life.
There comes a total shift in the focus to heart-centeredness. Your perception of self the world around you becomes intertwined.
You begin to dance with the energies of life, allowing the ebb and flow to determine the direction.
You become as a leaf on the wind, embodying a willingness to be carried with the momentum of the process.
The differing perceptions of another do not invalidate your own, they merely add the richness of contrast to the composite vision that is Oneness.
If all were whistling the same one note, there would be no music.
Harmony is dependent upon a recognition of difference and a willingness to hold one's own truth intact in it's presence.
Once you are able to look at another being and see no difference at all, there is no need for harmony.
For here there is only Oneness. This is the place the story began.
And this is the end toward which all consciousness strives to return.
Compassion is the common thread with which the tapestries of each of your lives are interwoven. For in truth, there is only One of us here.
The present moment's clarity does not invalidate the journey that was necessary in order to attain it.
The higher awareness and the Divine connectedness you begin to sense is no more and no less then your own Self.
It is You -- as is the One who speaks with you now.
The God you would hold exalted and the worship from afar is no further away then your own heart.
There is nothing foreign or otherworldly about experiencing your connectedness with God.
For, it is none other than your very own Divine essence, ever-present within you, that reaches out in that embrace.
It is not something that suddenly enters. It is something that has never left.
We are here -- waiting patiently for you -- as we have been for all eternity.
We are willing to wait.
We will wait forever, if necessary, for you to work this out.
And if it take forever, you are no less our Beloved.
For, this is the journey that will carry you the full distance -- beyond the parameters of the entire concept of a lifetime --
To a state of being that is embodiment timelessness.
Because, is to fundamental to give it a title, I'm gonna talk about what there is. Now, the first thing though that we have to do is to get our perspectives listen background. The basic ideas which as westerners living today in the United States influence our everyday common sense, our fundamental notion about what life is about, and there are historical origins for this which influence us more strongly then most people realize. Ideas of the world which are build in the very nature of the language we use, and of our ideas of logic and what make sense all together. And this basic ideas I call myth, not using the word myth to mean simply something untrue but to use the word myth in a more powerful sense. A myth is a image in terms of which we try to make sense of the world.
