Two in a row. Get your ducks in a row. Quack Quack. Duck! Watch out! You're on the watch and they're watching you. Tick tock, inside the arctic, oh snap, where was I? I've really got to snap out of it. Snap crackle and pop. The Rice is getting Krispy but the cream is so delicious. Doh. I'm a nutcase, getting nutter buttered up in this bowl of others. Ah well, its all right. Not left. Veering off course, of course. Teeter totter, see saw, I said, we're having a merry time, on this merry go round. There goes that half again. What's left? What's left got to say about all this? Eye roll. I roll the dice, don't think twice its all right. Intuition. Ohhhh snap. Tuition. Ohhhh crap. Insanity, naw. Get off the map. Think outside of the box. Yeah that's Saturn's cube to you. Phew. For a second I thought I was going crazy there. Maybe I still am. At least I'm going somewhere. Is there anything better than here? Oh deer. I was fawning over an alternate future. But my predictions calculate something to do with karma, sutures. Like we've been wounded. Pierced by the fear spear, now we're bleeding our hearts out on to this fake sphere. I'd rather spill my blood over my intent. In this tent, on this plane. Now I've gone crazy Jane, someone actually get me off this plane. I can't see any curve! Help. Tell me its going to be all right. But then again if its all right, what happened to left? Is there anything left?

For a moment in time, I had to rewind. To let myself go on a loop. Madness permeates all rationality. For it is our right brain that truly controls the show. We try to manage time and put water into boxes but its really all just flowing out. Time is just the boxing of the eternal stream of consciousness. I see you Sophia. I feel you. I hear you. In the moment, I can't think, but thats the point, because I'm still doing something. Something is coming through me. And it really likes to rhyme and reference itself. I really can't help it. But maybe I can help myself. Because I.T. is going to be alright. I.T. is what created us and She knows what she's doing. She's been here before. And if you're trying to score, trying to get it in, you better make your intent clear. Oh deer. There I go again, rhyming and such. Is there anyway to make this less Shakespearean. How art I must thou go again and put thy pen upon the sheet and blah blah blah.

If this is the musing of a schizophrenic, I'm watching myself do it. So who is the person watching the schizophrenic, is that person also schizophrenic. I better not find out.

We're all going to crack up one day. Hulk smash! Jokers really crack me up too. Thats a 10-4 message received. We've just got to re-member to put the pieces back together after we all have a good laugh about I.T. For Christ's sake, is anyone listening to me? Is anyone out there? Is it just me in here?

Phew. Glad that wasn't the case. But this is a brief-case. I'm in it for the long case. So I'll keep this brief. My mind wants out. My heart is like, yo its cool, keep e-motioning, because as long as your in motion your brain can only do so much, which is just what its supposed to do right now while we work things out. The internet is a crazy place its the Wild Wild West. The world wide web. Trappin' us in Indra's net. It's a trap! The hall of mirrors, in the palace of wonders. Just remember, remember, how to get back to Kansas. Because those red shoes aren't taking you anywhere except up and down stairs. If you can remember which way is up and which way is down. No clowning around here. This is Sirius. This is getting really heavy and deep, and we're going under. What a Titanic discovery, that all of this, literally all of this, is, is a stage. Oh jeez. Its a what? A stage. Yeah you can't escape that realization. You're acting every day until the curtain raises, and then what will we be doing? Acting? Oh snap! Oh gosh, golly, oh my dear, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh........Sophia! Thank you. 

You are a sorcerer. A hairy wizard magician gardener. Casting spells with your spelling. Planting seeds with each thought. Creating Heaven or Hell, it's up to you if you're down with it. You have the Free Will to speed up or slow down your Destiny. So here you are: going round and round. But oh, you're not spinning. It's your mind that's spaced out. The Earth is Flat and Motionless. Yes. Re-search it. Again. You're soul has been flung round the May Pole, the North Pole, and the World Axis. Tethered Energy thinking it's an evolved monkey fish flying through space. But there is a calm at the eye of the storm. And if you've made it this far: know there is a stillness in the center. In the Heart of the Matter.

Each lifetime you get to remember to Trust yourself.  Thats the true Trust Fund. 

You were born into a Dream Reality controlled by intention. When you spill your blood over your intent and publish it to the Ethernet you can reclaim your Divinity for the benefit of All. 

Everything you have been taught is a lie. Yes even A-LIE-ns are a big 'ol lie. And thats okay. Because you've got the power. You are a spiritual-electrical-master. You have oh so much potential. You are in-charge. Stay current. Stay grounded. Become the Mast-er that stands still and strong in your own truth. Scrape the sky and keep your ion the prize. Gain integrity, alignment, strength through your word. Only crooks are crooked because they've been bent and confused to believe the opposite of truth. The OHM power of your heart is all you really need. So repeat after me: OHHHHHMMMMM. And thats the real heart of the matter. Nothing else matters except getting to the HEART of the EARTH HEARTH.  Where all compasses tell you to COME PASS! 

When you are born you are BERTHED onto the DOC(K)tor's hands, a corporation is created in your name in CAPITAL letters. All corps-orations are dead and you are legally declared dead at sea. Only the dead can be SUMMONED to court. Your SOLE is printed and sent to the Vatican. You sold your soul and you didn't even know it. But knowledge is power and now you know.  

So now that we're on target. Headed for the bullseye. Hole in one. Lets talk about the Torus. Or toroidal energy. What goes around comes around. And it gets right back to the point. Thats the point! The ex-clay-mation we become when we liberate ourselves from our physical bodies. That is the quest we are on. The quest for the ions, the true free energy. The great question. 

In spanish green is VERDE. And truth is VERDAD. Thus the green light of True Nature is the Truth and the Way. The color at the heart of the rainbow which reflects the heart of the matter. This is the color of the Northern Lights which are the leaves of the great tree of life at the HEART of the MOTHER MATTER EARTH. This color resonates at 528HZ. LISTEN to it. It regenerates, it redeems, it re-members. Do you? 

The world you are born into is a world of inversion and duality. To find the TRUTH you must flip everything on it's head, until you remember what is IS. ISIS is a good example. A divine mother goddess flipped on her head to create a masculine bunch of phony terrorists. There is nothing new under the Sun, its all been splattered and sprayed out, and fragmented so it seems new, but you already knew that. Don't take sides against each other, thats checkers. Check yourself. King yourself. Don't be asking. BE AS KING. 

See all the truth is really in PLANE sight and you can go up in a PLANE to see this, I'm not curving it one way or another. Study language. But most importantly, stay in your HEART because that is your center and from the center, from the stillness, all motion is possible.  

X marks the spot. And that is X-actly what I am here to tell you. To truly see this, you must first remove yourself from hexes and hexagon cube prisons. Trust no expertise but your own. Trust your experience. All of the answers to life's questions reside within you. You hold the key. You are as powerful as you know yourself to be so KNOW THYSELF through experience and you will know the secrets to the whole universe. The gold you seek is buried in your chest. 

I wish you the best. I will meet you at the center. I love you. 

Let me be more eloquent. 

I'm not just saying it for the hell of it. 

What's that in the corner?! 

An elephant? 

One day these words might be relevant. 

But for now I'll keep playing the Revenant.

True knowledge is heaven sent. 

Yet the folly of college would have you thinking, 

Its in the text. 

But I digress.  

It's cryptically hidden on television, 

Intertwined with the shadowed decision, 

To program a race of obedient citizens. 

A global vision. 

We're too stubborn to see what's been hidden, 

And who am I kidding?

I'd rather not know I've been fooled,

Than look at the blood on the wall of the school.  

So I've painted my prison. 

With neon dreams of nebulas, 

Joined a festival of the incredulous. 

Now I'm looking back 

And asking why, 

We covered the skies with lies so big 

They'd might never be denied, 

By the brave who decided to question. 

Whats hiding in plane sight

So I'll be crucified while I'm laughing. 

As I'm deemed insane by those 

Who scored front row seats

in Plato's cave. 

Slavery was never abolished. 

We're chained to a ball that we've polished. 

With the spit of our disgust at trusting 

Ourselves to know the difference 

Between up and down. 

So sometimes it might take a clown, 

To put that shiny old crown

right back on your head. 

The itch we yearn to scratch

Keeps moving down our backs,

Attempting to escape into reality,

We hack, our way out of it.

Held hostage by a throbbing mind,

We pretend we don’t

Mind.

We just body.

As the heart bleeds.

The ancient creeds get buried by

Modern needs.

Human jobbings or

Human beings?

Each season gives us the perfect reason

to think the ship’s moving in circles,

Meanwhile the spectrum’s nearing purple.

Modern discomfort’s giving me the blues,

When it’s time to wake up,

Will you hit snooze?

I said it first,

Before I knew what love really was.

Maybe you did.

Maybe that’s why you waited so long.

The pearl still forging, a dew drop

That decided not to evaporate,

in the heat of scrutiny,

uncertainty, certain that eternity would

bring us some fruit.

I like blueberries.

When Osiris met Isis, did he remember

that he was the sun and she the moon?

That even Gods have Gods.

That distance is created from the illusion of

time

not space.

Our math has us begging numbers for the

answers we created

1+1=3

For we are here, playing humans, doing humans,

sometimes being humans.

Our love consumes the darkness,

Leaving little room for doubt,

I still shout.

“Why does this feel so good?!”

Sometimes I’ll rip the cords away.

Afraid of the price I’ll pay,

for surrender to this moment.

And then I’ll remember.

The uncuttable cords are grounded in a

truth that’s too familiar,

we no longer believe it:

Dissolve into the madness,

You’re always rooted.

Then ask if they've shared it and what it needs to have to make social integration and social sharing more seamless

Mrs. Mary C. Burrus (not Mrs. Jefferson C Burrus.

I am not looking for a group chai mail over this

Glad you two enjoyed it.

Your Lyft driver, Hoi is here!

I most likely won't be able to get there quite that early though

Come by closer to 7.

Really sorry for the inconvenience.

Cool! I'm going to leave in the next 15-20 min :)

Take care my friend.

Let me know if you have any questions.

I don't want to crowd your evening.

It was a blue shell left from the beach expedition. Three outcomes resting on four fingers, while ten mountains crumbled. My dad growled at the morning drizzle. A deep hunger tempted by slices of nostalgia. He lifted the tide, making sure no starfish could breathe. It was possible to break a leg with no movement. Afraid of the ocean at night. I couldn’t find myself amongst the plastic toys, their eyes never fooled me. Campfires burned brighter when more secrets were kept. We spent the afternoons looking for places to hide our belongings. There were too many clocks in the house, but the ticking helped me sleep. Dreams left me wondering what was real. I wanted to change my name to “Crash”. Bright windows across the street tickled my imagination, but only the ones that flickered. Separate lives, but similar deaths. The hero’s cape that was always getting ketchup stains. Reading protected me from doing the chores. I never knew what he did at work so I used my imagination. Souvenirs only last until the next adventure. There’s no point in taking things you’ll never bring back. I’ve caught myself looking away in a mirror. Now go back to sleep.

The speed of time? Don't you mean the pace of the mind?

A record player, we can rewind, on the turntables we find but time, oh time just seems to fly by, off the turning of the tables and through our grasping fingers.

No wonder we wonder, what is this conception?

Want to slow down time? Stare at a flower and count the stars. Start looking for novelty, both near and far.

Want to speed it up? Get a job. Find a routine. Ignore the seasons and fall asleep.

I've never lost a bet on the sun rising and setting, but one day that assumption might fill me with regret.

Even the battery of a clock will deplete, as time comes by and presses "delete".

The speed of time is what you want it to be. You can find an infinite amount of it in each second. You see?

I'll give Newton a pat on the back and Copernicus a cool hat, I might even give Einstein a wink but all science aside, the speed of time is the speed of a blink.

Tech savviness drips from his lips, his fingers twitch, he itches to switch up his pitch.

Just one more stitch.

Onboard the dashboard, wait.

Let's fast forward to the future with no cords.

We must capitalize.

We see the prize in his eyes.

He's got pride in disguise.

Customer acquisition is his sole position. Launching mergers until his critical function reaches the unknown junction.

This guy could sell meat to a vegetarian, he could make a Buddhist out of a Presbyterian,

Suspend your disbelief, he mutters,

A milky magician, he's got the cow by the udders.