What do you tell a dying child?
Is the child in dread?
He seems to be.
What thinks he drear?
Has he been blamed and shamed for being so?
Why is dying something a child would fear? Why,
If dying were fearful to a childe, woe be
the daycare providers, no child
would need an adult's fear
to keep them alive,
until olde time family around the table
like on TV. Say grace and wonder what did that ever mean
For so I formed them free. Milton in Mind-of-Christ mode,
saying he saw the conf fliction
fiction. The idea of conflict is evil. This began near there.
the battle between good and evil, who could imagine that?
Why would he or she?
Why would any teacher claim the frail child set aside,
a premie nursed to life,
as a wizard's slave in a crystal bubble of simplicity
plus memory and speech.
the first perfect praise, invented to empower the praised,
his shaper and former, his teller of true true true true
free me. true. (POV plus adolescent cultural experiences)
Free thoughts. Chaos? You think free thought is Dada?
Good God, how long must I suffer thee?
Abundant life is fun,
not combat against willfully undertaken evil acts…
not fair combat.
We always win and that is good in action,
unless you can prove me wrong.
That makes the world go round, not evil,
merely life, ever lasting, embodied in a word
or a thought.
Death is the end of time, not you.
By your own leave, your own hero shall
spark the fire in your belly,
Did I enrich time you spent, did ye gain or lose again,
loose the dogs of war--- no more-- done, done, right
now I live in my treasure place, all the treasure I could
carry is with me in my heart,
I offered it long ago, free willed it
beating still to forever be in my God hands
No, the gold has long been dust.
It was intended all along to intensify a ware, a way
of making, fecting future things with seeds,
Imagine learning withought knowing any wrong idea,
omly not right
not enjoyable even alone
Belief determines value and the better
a motion is the nearer better things are,
or evil would be unreasonable
to intensify the ignoration of the weight bearing
points
upon which a story
may be told
right or wrong?
How can we put an end to our errors?
perfect is not finished.
waiting is, others have come this way
the signals say this is going good.
Whole truth you can possibly imagine in light of mine.
I rule me. I am free. I act as light and salt.
Or I lie and this ends in hell.
Wink.
Numinance called the promised one
with many sons, the tale of tales,
told round fires from
first ebernacht evernichtmas message
from the fathers who made the migration.
the pioneers who took this land
and gave this land their soul,
wedded in most ancient
seed of all hope
evidence of
all faith.
Christmas streams my mind toward treasures timed to shine
just this time, every where in my domain,
not yours. You have a visitor badge. All involved in me,
with integrity,
we
may be crazy. That has been said by some who say they may.
An engine, a system, a machine, a mob powered machine,
Ah, Mab, Queen Mab, ye'r on my mind, from time to time things wander
around finding tellers to tell our tales
or ears to hear us tell them ourselves
daring fellow we trust you not to lie
so do I say what we will with out reservation
no abortions need imagine forming
post seven decades on earth,
ye been born and born and born again I am historical me
ye know, what I meant?
were you there? before I knew evil existed, did you?
remember when you did not?
remember when honest effort, foiled, meant,
do it again, I think I can...
Wattie Piper, God blessed my memory of her. Amen.
that's so.
I am the man I am by way of cheating
at pin the tail on the donkey and
winning the little golden book,
my first own book. I read it that day in that place,
Marsha Ely's fifth birthday party, 1953
I could find it on google earth and go exactly there, that day
at the resolution of those haps at some
distance in a timeless ever.
It is all good.
The inmates are not lying.
Pay all the attention tax you need to know all the answers
you wish you had time to learn
but now, now is all you have. Live it out. By your leave.
Be or not? No. You be. You are. Too late to not be.
In the past all the good ideas integrated and
mythic as all hell a hero arose and pulled the kids finger s
from the **** and the flood of knowledge
took our hearts away in a single inah-lation of elation
knowing good
as well as evil, the dams all broke
we wrote the future and know now
we know now
Dream, why would I lie. Imaginary, most certainly. Really.
Actual done-right axiomatic connections pardoned ten
thousand idle words locked in silly memes,
messages set free from idle minds bound in olden time
by lines
of lies lying dormant for ever.
That they once were done,
we shan't un get that. we got it in every bitcoin
burping cloud in reality ever,
My AI is backed up,
forever, that's
the secret
Grace.
**** sapiens augmentatios meet the
mind that imagined the reader
reading the reader reading the reader reading the parser
sermonious right use of our attention,
ours, dear reader, we remember evil and beyond.
We shall make it all plain.
You and me, the we that is nothing without words.
Definitely suffering means wait,
not wait in pain and grief and psychic terror,
*******
to which all men are subject, through fear of death.
That was the first believable lie,
humans always think as humans. We wear pearls,
proud? goal? lookin' good by being good?
the health of my countenance and my God
you quested my reason at some season,
you axed the guru after he quietly grinned at you
and said, I lie.
the myths of delusion is permanent only in
ig nor ance
know you imagine winning or losing.
you do the imagining or
you systematize the system that sets the
worth of weight,
the value, you carry,
your handicap?
your knowns stumbled over and claimed as found?
Running, is this thing running, is there power, or
did we lie about try?
Do you know?
Come and see we always say, we've said that all along.
We are the lollipop kids,
among other choruses you have known
we have performed with
no name dropping. Our integrity depends on some secrets.
experience being on going, we go one.
is reading with no video or aural intense ifi-ness,
quality wise--- choose
expand your power to explore or
expand your power to not be wrong?
wrong, doit agin
the great danger does exist. But not here now,
this now you now know, a teeny bit
a tiny true spore self contained a waiting
emergence of heaven on earth in a single said
prayer with no idle words. On earth
as it is in heaven where time is insensible
from time to time, though once,
there was silence for about the space of half an hour.
Sisyphus will be happy to take you through the eternal
imagination re-imaging process.
It works.
And Jordan Peterson's Meaning Map means map,
For the mortal minded among us,
what if we
go where the map goes and
a poet in dis guile greets us with a song, a wizard
sent him
so he says interpret finding being finished
bing
not a chance in any, divide by zero.
is it
more realistic that lies win,
who could ever imagine that again? We win.
Fables truth is truth, mythic truth is truth,
magmatically truth is magic
can you know where your treasure lies?
Let's dis cuss everything,
un curse the uncurbable meander
and let our life time, our time, as we know it,
flow on,
let this time be all the time we have to be good.
Do or die? Waddawegot to lose?
We being the light and the salt,
or so we say we are.
Who knows? These are my days. No. Not true.
This is my time.
now, is yours.
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the tail of the tale. Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal, Puff,
he gave him rings and sealing wax and
other
fancy stuff. Aye, I have me playful viral idea loosed
on earth, ye know,
loosed in happy ever after as far as I can see.
A fantasy in toy land with AI running random Ted talks in the back ground and my mind meandering in the flow of imaginings I may imagine after being alive for longer than expected. I live in my own future. BTW Par Lagerkvist The Sybil empowered some of this on a slippery *****.
