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healing [Sep. 13th, 2004|04:47 pm]
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[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |6 billion voices crying out for justice in weariness and despair]

healing is the correction of maligned perception
it is the return to the mindfullness of the spirit of Love in which all people were created
and sets straight the child of God who has put his hands over his face and forgotten he
but plays a game of hide and seek with the Truth for that which Is has always been and will
always be and the denial of that thing is impossible but shortly in the march of time's line who
is not real


the five senses that we have come to rely upon are crutches for the flesh the mind does not need but did create out of denial
for why does one need senses to perceive a world which he is unless he knows not what he is and thus thinks it is a secret to be uncovered


its written that death is the wages of sin, and this is true for sin means to turn away from God and God is Love and therefore to sin is to
embrace that which is not.  this is the Truth of the twisted christian myth of original sin, and since you are still perfect and nothing can be
really done against the Will of God our Self must we forgive the vision of fear we sought to replace Love with and in the warm and comforting
light of heaven is the mind made whole again, fathomless peace descends and the world is reborn as the Final Judgement is brought, his judgement is none at all
and to look upon the world even in its state of fear can testify to this.




these are the things on which i am focused, my vision narrowed from seeing a world of separate objects collapses down upon the fact that God is the name for all things i see and they are not apart from
one another but apart of one another.
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thy'e made it isnde [Aug. 25th, 2004|04:44 pm]
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the animals have kicked in teh door they surround my toes my god not my toesaassssssad
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bleh [Jul. 26th, 2004|04:28 am]
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[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |Four Tet - My Angel Rocks Back And Forth]

went to my brother's birthday party today; nothing much to report to myself the only reason i have for posting at all is i'm sick of reading my other posts (on the rare occasions I slip and hit this site) i guess i'll kill some strangers for a lil while beore i go to bed and read my (http://www.acim.org/) book.  Having spent the last nearly 2 years totally absorbed in spiritual/metaphysical study I find the parallels between much of what I read fascinating and much of it has been verified in personal experience.  These things are more that idle curiousity though, I seek practical application and find mediation usually involves me falling asleep so I've devised other experiments in metaphysics with mixed results although some of them have been truly nothing short of amazing. The Mind is a powerful tool and that "As you believe so shall it be done unto you" is a literal statement of fact.  To this end I have continued, led down the path towards myself and the truth of my purpose upon the Earth, the heart of peace holds eternal solace in its warm, joyous embrace.  I have stated since I was a child that my perception was my reality but I didn't realize just how limited it really is, because to cut yourself off from a part of the Truth is to lose the whole of it, and so the focal point of my thought system that I had begun working on years ago based on the premise of a fundamental flaw in the universe that ran through everything in it at its core has some credence lent to it.
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(no subject) [Jun. 17th, 2004|06:12 pm]
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[mood |blankblank]
[music |post work orgasmic]

God is not multifaceted; God is omnifaceted. My thoughts are currents of ego, but I am the ocean in which they dwell. Calm at depth, cool as a tidal breeze, flowing easily like the crescendo of chattering frothy headwaves
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There once was a painter named God [Jun. 5th, 2004|08:58 pm]
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[mood |highhigh]

And as he stood before his easel, the papered canvas empty, he decided that he wanted to paint himself. The only problem with this was that God was the only one in the room. Without someone to tell him what he looked like, or compare himself to or even a mirror to see himself he was only left with what he thought he looked like based on the idea about himself held in his mind. As he began to paint and finish each portrait he set it aside, each as beautiful as the last in his eyes, and everyone different. Some of them were formless shapes, some of them chaotic some of the glorious some of them profane, but God never put down his brush. He loved to paint and was never attached to what the paintings themselves would look like when he was finished painting. His joy was of in process of the painting itself and all its outcomes were gifts to himself from himself and of himself. And as he observed that each painting was just another idea he had held about himself he knew that each one was part of him even though it appeared to be unique, and then the paintings themselves began to paint their own pictures and became their own painters even as they watched thier own magnificent creations unfold before them. And then the painter was well pleased and continued painting paintings even as the paintings who were painters painted until the whole of God's house was full of paintings and he began adding rooms to accomodate his gallery and is still doing so to this day. In rapture even as he travels around our house and sees the other painters painting, and he goes around himself, joyously painting more painters and adding rooms to our house; this is the eternal renaissance. What kind picture are you painting?
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(no subject) [May. 8th, 2004|06:01 pm]
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What If? has become my enemy instead of my friend; will awareness of this play itself out?
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(no subject) [Apr. 23rd, 2004|07:23 pm]
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[mood |gratefulgrateful]

Some may call you dim, and some my call you bright, but what it is they fail to see, is that we all are light
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(no subject) [Apr. 21st, 2004|05:51 pm]
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[mood |morosemorose]
[music |soulsearing despair]

today has been exceptional only in that while nothing has happened externally it has been extremely shitty internally... i tried to go to bed early last night and so instead i began a wake/sleep process of running nightmares where one would flow into the other one i would wake up unsure if i wanted to go back to sleep but feeling so drained as to have little choice in the matter, this continued throughout the afternoon culiminating in the only dream i remember where i was being chased by Mikey from American Choppers on the Discovery channel with a knife through some ill-lit house i didn't recognize with a dingy hazy dank air about the entire episode. after this one and soreness in my muscles and back from laying in bed all night and day i finally forced myself out of bed and dragged the 5 giant water cooler refill tanks in and the notices from the UPS/FEDEX guys who i collectively missed.

frankly i dont' understand how people can tolerate even the mundane aspects of their lives like washing dishes and doing laundry and getting the mail, which are all things that take me personally a great deal of time to do, as i am loathe to do them, (if htey get done) mostly because I have to get up the energy to face dealing with a world full of people i can't stand because they can't be bothered to see outside of their narrowed parochial world views which keep their horse blinders firmly in place as they drive mindlessly past homeless people with signs asking for even the tiniest pittance of human compassion. As such the world is one of forced servitude as it presently exists, a game that no one can win because the people who have "won" aren't satisfied with anything less than absolute control not only over their lives (which isn't asking any more than what you were born into) but over everyone else's.

And most of the people buy into the game and think they can win, so they will kill eachother gleefully because the american mentality (the one that presently dominates the most powerful nations in the world) is one of take of everything you can and keep everything you've got, which would be the reverse of how both God and Nature operate.

Such short-sightedness takes its toll on all populations, for as more people experience the freedom of not worrying about where their next meal is coming from, so are those minds freed to take up other pursuits, and being of free will, will take those avenues much further than they would/have been at the threat of The Stick.

So as these minds are freed so proportionately will the human race grow as a whole, but we must love ourselves before we can love eachother, and our entire culture is one based on fear and not love until this changes the world still continue to stagnate and die as our technology outclasses our spiritual understanding of our place.

and another rant unto myself ends
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well... [Mar. 3rd, 2004|10:07 pm]
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[mood |boredbored]
[music |nervous twitch clicks]

The Guy on the couch got kicked out the other day after an incident involving him childishly hiding hte remote control and then lying about it to Tim and saying he was setup or something, I had no real part in it. Willard Conard had been living with us, as supposedly the friend of my roommate's friend who turned out, in fact, to be a complete stranger with emotional problems and a firearm of some type. So while I feel sorry for him, I'm glad I can once again roam freely throughout the house regardless of the hour or break up fights where his cat with claws would attack our cat who is without them viciously and had him backed in to corners on a daily basis. He only gave us half the money he said he would and took all the food in the refrigerator as well as our laundry tokens apparently, such is the price of charity.

In other news I was forced to attend some kind of geek function at the Abbey downtown, some guy on some website that Jason frequents had setup some kind of Linux related meeting there, so as we walked in the door we were greeted by two surly old men one of whom asked us if we spoke LYE-NUX, Tim promptly pushed his way by disassociating himself from Jason who, carrying his laptop said he did. I followed Tim to temporary safety before we were trailed an hunted back down again. The one who had greeted us at teh door turned out to be a retired marine who was a vietnam pilot and went back and forth between getting ready to come out of his chair and snap Tim's neck and calmly smiling and making comments about killing people with his .45 and his expert marksmanship. This eventually led us to dinner with another guy who had come in after us Ryan who seemed to be normal we all went to steak 'n shake downtown where he told is in explicit detail just how fucked up and buggy and prone to disaster our nuclear missle systems are as he was an ex-airforce 'misslier' in charge of 50 nukes at a time.

I could write another several pages but telling myself news I already know is pointless and reading back over the monotony in some future nostalgic orgy couldn't possibly be worth the extra effort. Maybe I can be an author who writes and never reads his own material, like writing a long essay that ends abruptly seemingly without a reason for starting or finishing; a metaphor for life itself. Disjointed stories intertwined and overlapping eachother in a tangled mesh of roller coaster highs and lows, the energy of the whole of which is self aware and happy to be in a timeless everchanging calm.
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(no subject) [Mar. 1st, 2004|05:25 pm]
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[mood |blankblank]
[music |haujobb - NaturesInterf]

I wonder if survival of the body is possible by the relinquishment of all worldly problems unto the spirit as
is suggested by various scriptures.
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