Global
revolution.
Insidious
connections
circulating
the globe.
Tsunamis.
Technology
tsunamis
wash over.
Washing
over all.
Washing away
what was.
Preprogrammed
narratives.
Controlled
by the
few.
Infecting,
corrupting.
Eviscerating
independents.
Infecting
all.
Infecting
with conformity.
Global mind
programmed
controlled
subjugated.
Technology
mind control.
Obvious.
Tsunamis
already
on the
way.
Already
visible.

We will all live
to a ripe old age.

If not here,
then probably
over there.

If not over there,

then defiantly
someplace else.

The mind is
everywhere
at once.

Experiences vary.

When I die in one place
the others simply
move on.

We will all live
to a ripe old age.

We enter
this realm,
like a pebble
into a
pond.
Immediately
we leave
ripples.
As we
move along,
the ripples
grow
interacting
with other
ripples
an ocean
of ripples.
Our ripples
commingle
influence.
Cascading
influence
over time.
Positive ripples
or
negative, greedy
ripples.
Which will we
leave behind?
In the end,
will it be
about power
and money,
or,
the ripples
of kindness
that will change
it all, and
reflect
well
on our
passage.

When humanity first became aware, the world was a scary dangerous place.
Everything was a mystery, nothing but survival at stake.
We created gods to help us make sense.
Gods became the catchall to explain the unknown.
Gods became religions to hold things in place, to offer control.
Due to human isolation, religions evolved differently all over the place.
From the gods in Valhalla to the ones in the sea.
We all had different ideas of what the gods must truly be.
Religious wars down through the ages killing millions in the name of god, what a disgrace.
Today, humanity is spread around the globe, hundreds of religions all over the place.
Killing, still to this day because god wants it that way some would have you believe.
The naivety of humanity just stunning to see.
No one truly knows the Creators intent, though many religions would tell you they do.
Power and control is all they really know. The few telling the many what to believe.
The world can no longer go on in this way.
Religions are constructs made up in human minds, difference due to many things.
Somehow I wonder if the Creator would really want to see us behave in this way.
There’s is no guarantee the Creator made an afterlife you see.
It’s a comfort to think so but there’s no guarantee.
One wonders if the Creator has turned away after seeing what we’ve done to each other and our place.
As we move forward in time business as usual will only enhance our disgrace.
Humanity must unite under one common theme, humanity for humanity’s sake it must be.
We must grow and mature as soon as we can. Treating each other and our world with respect and dignity. There are many who would smile and call this naive.
We must smile in return at their immaturity, realizing their way is now done, from here a dead end.
Would our creator be displeased if we evolved in this way?
How could that possibly be?

Rubicons.
Everywhere.
Crossings.
Crossings
to nowhere.
Sad!
Never
to return.
Great
shift.
Great
pain.
Tectonic
in nature.
Different
paths.
Mutating
futures.
Pettiness.
Explosions.­
Altering
terrain.
Tectonic.
Hardened
hearts.
Vindictive
natures.­
Sad.
Rubicons
everywhere.
Once
crossed
never to
Return.

Through the
ether sailed.
Repeated
trips,
sailing.
Many iterations.
Many thoughts.
Many reflections.
Unique.
Unique voyages.
Unique
experiences.
Infinite variations.
Infinite selves.
Sailing infinitely.
Never ending
sail.
Never ending
self.
Unique travel
through.
Through
endless seas.
Endless selves.
Endless thoughts.
Sailing.
Opaque.
Opaque vapor.
Unseen.
Unclear.
Never ending
sail of
growth,
learning.
Attainment
never attained.
Nirvana denied.
Perfect tack
denied.
Denied.....

Moving
through, sailing.
Sailing as
a schooner
on the
waves.
Gliding
on the
waves.
Waves
of reality.
Waves
of energy.
Ripples
rising up.
Medium,
rich in
context.
Existence,
passing
through time
passing
through space.
Enfolded.
Wrapped.
Energy
transformed,
manifest
consciousn­ess.
Energy as
consciousness.
Energy as life.
Waves,
energy waves
rise up
then fade.
Fade away.
Life rises,
rises up to
fade away.
Back
to energy.
Mixing.
Energy fields
mixing
to rise
again.
Different form.
Different realm.
Always energy!

Born
into the
jungle
are we.
Not, the
jungle of
old, but
a jungle
nonetheless.
Animal instincts
still prevails,
motivations
still primitive.
Driven as
before, none
diminished.
Civilization,
a new invention,
a new reality.
Yet the
jungle still
exists, still
prevails.
Conflict,
spinning conflict
within.
Wild vs
“civilized”.
Animal,
internal conflict.
Transition
between
states
of existence.
Ways of being.
Struggles,
the
animal struggles.
Sticky
past,
holding on.
Instincts run
deep, encoded,
programed on
our very
being. Our
soul.
Perilous journey
one from
the other.
Fingers crossed!

Eons
in the making.
Law of the
jungle
ruling our
way.
Etched on
our soul.
Survival,
at all
cost.
Protecting
territory,
raiding for
resources.
Power to
control,
ruling over
others.
How
do we survive?
How
do we
move forward?
Can the
animal
move forward?
Can the
animal control
Instincts which
control the
animal?
Change
is required
less the
animal succumb.
Succumb
to the
weapons of
today.
Blending with
technology,
merging with
A.I.,
refining the
animal,
the bridge
to the
future,
the
path to the
Universe.

Scope.
Scope
of existence,
reality.
Personal
reality.
Like
fish
in a
pond.
No
concept
of the
whole.
Of what’s
around.
Living
in slice,
a pond.
Instincts
created,
adjusted.
Adjusted
for the
pond.
Derived
in the
pond.
Unaware
of the
grander
scope.
Slice.
Slice
of a
larger
whole.
Self
impressed.
Big fish
in a
little pond.
Mere
minnows
in the
void!

Medium.
Lump
of clay.
Block
of marble.
Scalpel,
chisel,
hammer,
evolution.
Tools
of the
trade.
Vision of
purpose.
Goal.
Something
from nothing,
or so it
would seem.
Final results,
work
in progress.
Evolving,
alway evolving.
Cosmic
sculptor,
creator
of all.
Vision
of purpose
morphing,
grand
in scale.
Working in
mysterious
ways.
Created
masterpiece
beyond
understanding.
Inf­inite in
nature.
Infinite
is scale.
Infinite
masterpiece
beyond
all reach.
Beyond
comprehension.
Beyond
the
medium.
Along
for the
ride.

Wrapped in a
reality.
All that we
know and
understand.
Ensconced in
this seed.
How we
behave,
what we
believe,
how we
perceive.
Born in
this place
wrapped tight
where we are.
Reflection of
our soul.
Opened our
eyes and here
we are.
Not knowing
how
or why.
Moving through,
self righteous
we become.
Understanding
nothing
of the
why
of things.
Pondering,
self reflection
lacking in
our veins.
Accepting
all that is
seen.
Question.
Question everything.
Nothing is
as it
seems.

Lethal.
Words,
deadly
weapons
used to
attack,
hurt,
destroy.
Words
as a
cudgle
used to
control,
intimate,
dominate.
Words,
powerful
tools to
inspire,
elevate,
create.
Words,
conveyors
of meaning
ideas, intent.
Welling up
from within,
pulled
from the
ether.
Words,
conveying
rules, laws,
knowledge.
All of
history,
all of
sentience
reflected.
Words,
explaining the
unexplainable.
Grasping
at straws.
Words,
used as
lubricant,
moving
things along.
Words,
contractors
of existence,
seeds of
creation.

Creation.
Self
is creation.
Without
self,
there
is nothing.
Without
self, nothing
exists.
Without
self, nothing
to know.
No awareness.
No past,
no present,
no future.
Nothing.
Without self,
nothing
would be
everything.
Without self,
no universe.
No one
to talk to.
Nowhere
to go.
Nothing
to be.
Self-existence.
Center of
creation.
Without
self
no stars,
no earth,
no universe,
nothing.
Nothing
to learn.
Reality
meaningless.
Without
self, no
concepts,
no dreams.
Without
self, no
creation.
Self creates,
creates
everything!
Self, the
center
of all.
Without
self,
nothing.
Nothing
to see,
nothing
to smell.
Nothing exists.
Without
self,
no wonder.
Nothing!

For all
to see.
It’s there
for all
to see.
Reflection
of human
nature.
Watching.
Raw,
uncivilized
animal.
Violent
animal
f­or all
to see.
Reflection.
Self reflection,
nature of
the beast.
All else
pales.
Pales in
comparison.
Watching the
beast,
the animal.
Bubbled
up raw.
Dredging
the past.
Violent past.
Bringing up,
surfacing.
How much
further?

The waters have calmed.
The kayak slips by while the warm breeze blows light.
The loon eerily sounds it is near.
Sun drenched clouds ooze vanilla cream.
The sunset throws an orange
purple light over it all.
The fish jump splash finishes the scene.
The veil’s been drawn down.
Serenity surrounds.

Perhaps
it’s all an
illusion.
A trick.
A trick
of smoke
and mirrors,
misdirection,
slight of hand.
Look
over there
while it’s
happening
over here.
Time and energy
wasted.
Wasted on
nonexistent
reality,
merely shadows
on a cave
wall.
Chasing our
tails.
Pursuing
the unattainable.
Don Quixote.
Proud
of the
fool’s errand.
Silly humans.
The gods
last laugh!

Exteriors varied.
Different colors,
different
shapes,
different
sizes.
Each unique.
Each
a universe
unto itself.
What
emanates
from
within?
What can
be known
about the
core?
How does
the shell
move?
How does
the shell
communicate?
What makes
it tick?
A ghost.
There is a
ghost within.
A ghost in
the shell.
The ghost,
invisible.
Cannot be
seen, it
is there
but, cannot
be located.
The ghost
motivates,
brings the
shell to life.
Communicates,
interacts and
creates.
The ghost
makes things
happen.
The world
is full of
shells.
The world
is full
of ghosts.
When the core
ceases to
exist, the
invisible
remains
invisible.
Where it
goes?
Nobody knows.

Distant shimmer.
Dark shimmering
veil.
Barely
discernible.
Distant,
dark.
Distant dark
fog slowly
approaching.
Slowly enlarging.
Slow darkening.
Ever present.
Encroaching.
More visible.
Always more
visible.
Arrival.
Shimmering
dark veil.
Arrival.
Slowly envelopes
Slowly absorbs.
Moving through,
past fades.
Fades to
nothingness.
Fades
to black.
Behind
no more.
Moving through
dark
shimmering.
Dark veil.
What was
is
no more.
What’s new
arrives!