Tomorrow’s walk toward yesterday dreams
To attain prospect of things desired, gleaned
Are filled with perils , more often, not seen;
Rendering personal cost beyond obscene.
This knowledge should give an advantage clue
To question how, through one’s life, to best pursue
Enrichment, by every nature, offered up for view;
To be cautious of its ultimate price and/or services, due.
Agreement Pacts, purportedly scribed, since days of old
Promising fame and riches for the sale of one’s soul
Are devilishly hidden or ignored by those so bold
As to venture into this misguided folly, though so told.
Much evidence lays as circumstantial waste:
The lives given to such transactions with unthinking haste;
Their derelict, dying bodies strewn, abounds this earthly place
Only to be ignored by newbies, believing, they’re a different case.
Are the roots of my behavior anchored in the thought of not knowing the ancestry to my beginning, lost to the passage of time, expunged forever from the frail, failing minds of those who preceded this presence?
That I should walk blindly into the unknown struggling to gain handle-hold of the truth that will propel me forward unimpeded; rendering concrete proof to this troubled passage steeped in the evidence of success?
That a modicum of recognition edges its way beyond the shadow of the spotlight’s beam diligently focused upon they who are deemed to warrant the energy?
Are these the asking of one selfishly deprived; looking, striving to be realized in the flesh of this time; a time that is ticking ever faster toward its end unresolved to the want emblemized by these words spoken?
Or am I just feeling the anc’s of the coming anniversary of my birth’s birthday?
Tumbling under the tumbleweed,
Watching life from body recede,
Praying for forgiveness to bleed,
Knowing not what truth to believe.
Heaven holds promise to life given,
Forgetting awareness of promises driven,
That life is meant for those bent on liven,
What chance is there they are in fact riven?
Hell provides an excuse to excuse,
Those given to others to abuse,
Or ultimatum to refuse,
What amounts to a pile of garbage refuse.
Darkness hides from glorious light,
Deceiving what is most given to fright,
To harness the strength to give flight,
Especially when darkness arrives in the night.
What ails in the heart is not to be forgotten,
In the end, it transcends what grows rotten,
That’s why tears are left to be sought then,
Absorbed in ‘kerchiefs, made of fine cotton.
The following are the Headlines of News for the Day as covered by DemocracyNow (DemocracyNow.org) for this day October 14, 2016.
The negativity that emanates from this list of world events is reflective of the depressing state the globe today with little optimism for it to change any time soon!
All comes from Nothing (Future) What IS, is the expression of Future as Present What Was, memory, lies in the Past
To illustrate, take this digital page: it is designed, created, configured, etc., by the software utilized to configure it into the Present by a design engineer, synonymous to the unknown origin of this Reality, a mythical entity as far as concerned. The program application, within a designed environment (computer) of specific electromagnetic and resonant frequencies applied to a binary polarity, represented as zero’s and one’s, produces the reality of the digital page. It is irrelevant to know or comprehend the programming essential to its existence, it is just taken for granted.
What this simple example illustrates is that Reality, premised on specific mathematical laws and physical principles, disseminated for purposes of comprehension into the different departments of science (physics, astronomy, medicine, etc., etc.,) simply are the product of digital binary code or polarity (negative: 0, positive: 1), so configured by the influences of electromagnetic and harmonic resonant frequencies to the binary polarity, into patterns of reality, Reality as comprehended.
This is duly illustrated by placing a thin, bed of sand particles upon a flat surface exposed to a variant range of vibrational frequency. Each amplitude of frequency results in a unique, 2-dimensional, geometric configuration pattern of the sand particles. Now, if each grain of sand were of an alternate polarity (negative–0, positive-1), exposed to a unique vibrational resonant frequency, within a specific electromagnetic environment, potentially, a unique, 3-dimensional representation should develop.
This hypothetical reasoning is promised by the scientific establishing that specific binary code structure (programming) resides at the foundation of DNA (Deoxyribonucleic Acid) sequences of the Human genome.
With this basis of understanding, it is not too difficult to postulate the existence of a multitude of realities within the multitude of variations of resonant frequencies and fluctuations of electromagnetic environments (gravity) that comprises what is known as the Universe. In much the same way as flipping to a new frequency on a radio dial will result in a new program station is derived.
Ultimately, the true determination of `What is Reality?’ will be discovered, however, the key to doing so is to look for the simplicity in the complexity of Nature, therein lies the Key!
[i] “Strait is the gate, and narrow is the way … and few there be that find it.” When a modern religion forgets this saying, it is suffering from an atavistic relapse into primitive barbarism. It is appealing to the psychology of the herd, away from the intuitions of the few. Religion in the Making A Series of Four Lectures delivered during February 1926, at the King’s Chapel, Boston, USA by Alfred North Whitehead
If you find it difficult to understand the foregoing, here is a video of a young person, 13 years old, who fully comprehends the basis of Reality:
From the perspective of Mathematicians: Check out this Video as an aid to understanding, however, with one proviso: watch, listen to what is stated with the perspective of hindsight. That is, Reality, as being experienced, comes after-the-fact of its happening. Reality resides, on a time-scale, a nano-moment of time AFTER, its being shaped by the forces of Nature influencing its existence. This explains why the laws of Nature are consistent throughout the known Universe AS WE PERCEIVE IT TO BE within our CONSTRAINTS of OUR Reality.
Awakening to this world increasingly in disarray,
When will this needless suffering go away?
Cluster bombs, extreme weather taking innocent lives,
When will we take serious the global, human, deathly cry?
Who are these leaders that make the charge?
To what end do they allow this to go so far?
To allow suffering on such monumental scale,
Can they not see their deemed leadership, disastrously fail?
Have decades of brutal war on every horrendous scale,
Not taught humanity, this is a defeatist’s path to curtail?
Trillions of dollars expended to advance this inflicted pain,
All to the benefit of those, out of harm’s way, to richly gain.
Political platitudes and ceremonial remembrances become insults
To those willingly giving their lives, to remedy these egregious faults.
Expending the future of humanity, being lost to needless death and strife;
What monumental event will it take to bring back a loving, harmonious life?
Emotions exposed like a banana peeled;
Love, hate, anxiety; meant to make moments real
Yet uncertain of how they are truly meant to feel,
Nor to the ways, by them, to confidently deal;
Giving rise to multitude of drugs designed to purposely steal;
To subjugate life’s true essence; its spontaneity, its zeal.
Fantasy’s Gain
Lost in a fantasy of the mind
Perfection of reason one can find
No blemish to purpose of any kind
A worldly presence – so sublime
Love’s emotion in all its essence
Nature’s beauty beyond transcendence
Breath to life sparkles with effervescence
Hormones rage as in adolescence
Brief though this experience may be
It is a moment to be felt, to see
For it is a state easy to conceive
It is for all who live and breathe
Human emotions at times lost to reality’s pain
Often taken to lengths insane
Let the wondrous power of the mind reign
By resigning to a moment, to a fantasy’s gain.
Singularity of Being
Existence is a cocoon of my making
Detached from passions of others
Numbed by avoidance of emotion
Sustained by the singularity of being
Absorbed into self-absorption
Abyss
The parameters that define this life are shrinking.
A space meandering, life-giving, ball of configured atomic-elements, mysteriously infused with conscious-energy, though equally shared amongst its inhabitants; its degrees of intellectualized representation is definable and, disturbingly, evident. This epoch’s current recorded history serves as source-proof to this expression.
The world seems targeted toward a destiny that belies even the bravest of us to stand against; the prodigious, globalist tyranny that emblazons this 21st-century existence. The fomentation of those who came before us in the belief; the foresight to the future of human-kind is theirs to behold. But, times committed passage finds the antithesis; contemporary humanity, succumbing to a malaise surpassing the vilest, cruellest, deadliest of viral bacterium: Greed!
Throughout the earthly organism that is humanity; greed for ownership, translated to the power of position, spreads like metastasizing cancer. Inflicting its sufferance upon the majority who strategically, have been economically brutalized into a permanent state of subjugation and, submission. A pervasive state; maliciously designed to lobotomize intellectual conjuring or real manifestation, in any form, of countering forces. The ingenious tools to do so include mindless, distracting entertainment genres, legislated civil obedience replete with brutal, armed-enforcement and, penalty-mechanisms and, last but not least; the anchoring shackles of relentless, financial indebtedness.
Dire, though this time as is depicted; it need not be the reason to lament the future for humankind. Intrinsic to the nature of all living entities is the relentless facet of being: survival. The intuitive mental and physical strength to overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles; like the Phoenix, to rise from the ashes, triumphant and determinately driven to reaffirm its presence.
The question remains for humanity: can it do so without repeating the ills of its historic past, or, to ask itself: `Who gives a ‘Fuck’ any more?’?
Inspired, the working mind delves into the complexities of cerebrally motivated patterns of expression, to incite a complexity of algorithmic, conjunctive thought’s creation seemingly, mysteriously, expunged from the invisible, yet promisingly real, ethereal cosmological energy; consciousness, presiding over the universal, organic presence: Humanity, disseminated and presented as `Word’.
A thunderous boom echoed from a cloudless sky
Summoning the shrill of an unknown baby’s cry
Sending a shiver of fear hard to deny
With wonderment of question: `Why?’
Soon the streets filled with curious minds
Looking upward and outward for telling signs
But none were visible or made blind
Leaving an answer to the question hard to find.
Those of pious belief fell in prayer to their knees,
Atheists and the agnostic took to cowering under trees
Finding no reason to solution, source of fear to relieve;
Taking this sign as an ominous warning, one to be believed.
Next, the sunlight of day became hauntingly dark,
The blackness of night full, consuming, stark;
Artificial light failed to counter its sudden, complete embark,
Confirming to all, this strangeness is not to be deemed a lark.
Ancient prophecy has long spoken of such a coming event
Taken by most to be of an old zealot’s religious invent;
Poised as reason for all sinners toward a godly entity, to repent,
To gain a promise of such calamity, to wishfully prevent.
Intellectual voices of science took strides to explain
The Earth is passing through its Galaxy’s cosmic plane;
A natural, phenomenal cycle that occurs time and again
Ensuring reason toward humanity’s ails is not the source to blame.
Three days, three nights the darkness full did cause
Thousands to wait in fear, confused by whose `laws’
To believe to be this earthly calamity’s true cause
But, what is certain; Humanity is given good reason to pause.
On the fourth day sunlight once again made for a blue sky,
The cry of relief echoing loud, fervently far and wide;
From this, it became evidently clear and impossible to deny,
Earth, a cosmic vessel, is given for all humanity, on which to fly.
No longer encumbered by divisive, omnipresent rules of religious fear,
Humankind realizes they are the true Captains to this earthly ship to steer
Through the voidness of cosmic space knowing the path to be made clear
Is through intellect of mind and, love for each other, to hold most dear.
Inspired, the working mind delves into the complexities of cerebrally motivated patterns of expression, to incite a complexity of algorithmic, conjunctive thought’s creation seemingly, mysteriously, expunged from the invisible, yet promisingly real, ethereal cosmological energy; consciousness, presiding over the universal, organic presence: Humanity, disseminated and presented as `Word’.
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Tomorrow’s walk toward yesterday dreams
To attain prospect of things desired, gleaned
Are filled with perils , more often, not seen;
Rendering personal cost beyond obscene.
This knowledge should give an advantage clue
To question how, through one’s life, to best pursue
Enrichment, by every nature, offered up for view;
To be cautious of its ultimate price and/or services, due.
Agreement Pacts, purportedly scribed, since days of old
Promising fame and riches for the sale of one’s soul
Are devilishly hidden or ignored by those so bold
As to venture into this misguided folly, though so told.
Much evidence lays as circumstantial waste:
The lives given to such transactions with unthinking haste;
Their derelict, dying bodies strewn, abounds this earthly place
Only to be ignored by newbies, believing, they’re a different case.
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