Thursday, April 30, 2015

Day Nineteen: Journal of Infinite Testimony on The Real Revolution Will Not Be Televised, There Will Be No Audition, You Are Not An Actor

By the time, we wrote this down it had already been too late but that didn't mean we shouldn't write it down. Just in case, there is anyone who wishes to read it. That's if anyone wants to take the time out of their busy lives being busy. To read something worthwhile besides the same old stories of birth and death and war and destruction. Anyone idiot with a fraction of a piece of shit in their head can write that kind of story. All you have to do is cut the cord that connects you to the source of your origins. That's easy. Everyone has been reading and writing that sort of story since what we know the beginning of time is. Ever since we took two sticks and rubbed them together and made a fire we have known how to do that sort of thing. Then after that, we as what is known as man took the woman by her hair and dragged her across millennial while we killed things bigger than us.

Made up stories about us being the biggest thing to ever happen and then we devised a million and one ways to try and escape our own traps that we set. Although now this story is different. Maybe even to call it a story might not even really do it much justice. It is more like the thread of life attempted to be conveyed through words. Except for the meaning is wherever your own understanding of what this life is for you. You that you know yourself to be without any doubt. Whatever point of reference in time that you can say that you would exist, could exist and do exist. That is the first place where we would start this story or thread of words that you give meaning to.

The other thing that I can most definitely tell you that this is not. This is not a thread that is about being above or below or being left or being right or one talking and not listening or one listening and not talking or one up on top of a mountain or one in a valley. One that is rich or one that is poor. One that is hungry or one that is full. One that is for or one that is against because none of these states of times or points of reference even really truly matter. After all, they are all just made up things. Made up points in time that we choose to only see from the linear perspective that they all are. Children's fairy tales if you will. Leading you down a million and one pathways to the same place. A long narrow corridor with infinite doorways all empty rooms explored or unexplored. Furniture or no furniture. Everything inside or nothing filled to the brim with no lock and no key. No contract and no signature because even if you knew the terms you wouldn't even agree to them. They would be an insult to the very thing you were created from. Too vast to hold or comprehend. Too narrow and confined to jump in.

Everything leading right back to itself and itself back to nothing and nothing literally being everything all at once. This same thread could be expressed in many ways. It could be written, drawn, fucked, killed, let go of, held onto, moved, fixed, broken, healed, diseased, molten but could never be bought, sold, borrowed nor could you steal. Never attained unless one saw all and never complained. Even rhymed you could time it because clocks aren't really ticking. They just piss people off because they watch it and see what they are missing. It's also funny how far out brings you closer when you see the ghost that resides in the cloister. If you keep your ear to the ground then you can hear all that has listened. If you defer from the sound then you can still see it glisten. You will see what you will see but no one can you even tell. Even the smallest whisper and the loudest yell will do you no justice. The center is the compass. It shows you just us. You and me and me and you. Until there's no separation through and through.

There's no escape. Nowhere else you can go. It doesn't matter the language you speak. The things you believe. Doesn't matter which gender, nation or creed. You can advertise it all you want. It's like selling freedom to a slave. Eventually, the navel becomes the nave. But if you see yourself drowning you will have to know how to swim. No one is jumping in to save you. You are the prophet, the aleph, the king. Just know there is nothing lost. Noah's ark got tossed because you were born with the ring. The ink is just as good as the paper it was printed on. You cannot be a prostitute unless you have a john.
You cannot have logic without poetry. A rose without a thorn doesn't have any beauty. The dark without a light continues to be the void. There is no peace within there and it will just leave you to feel annoyed. You will continue to move this way and that but that is only if you use your head as more than just a place for a hat. You will continue to feel sex in the predatory glow. It is an unquenchable thirst no matter how many seeds you can sow. No matter how many gardens you can say you can plant. A termite is not too much different from an ant. We do have to honor our wild animalistic need. The fuel without a fire doesn't burn the promiscuity. It's equivalent to being lost in the woods eventually you have to keep walking right through hades.

So keep walking until you cannot walk anymore. Keep talking until you cannot talk anymore. Keep listening until you cannot listen anymore. Everything you say. Everywhere you go. Everything you do will eventually be everything you can show. If you stay completely on your knees then eventually they will give way. They will only keep showing you that you bleed for another day. Also going up on the cross will only make you cross so you will have to come down. To wear the crown of thorns of ego shows you the endless trip around and around. Trust me when I say the ship doesn't sail in the middle of the desert it is only made of sand. Then the wind blows it completely away. From space, the earth is only water and land.

Also, there really is no lie when you know the truth. Empirical data will not bring you the proof. You can spin infinite webs and call yourself Charlotte but eventually, you will see you are just a harlot. A charlatan, the village idiot, a midget and a dick have so much in common with a bigot, a pussy, and a prick. They connect in the same land Cypriot. Ejaculating orgasm will lead to that ecstasy but never before plication finishes it's Iliad and odyssey. Shapes always fit their mating call cue. That frequency you can't hear before it is due. The scene cannot be set when no one is to be seen. We have to put the real back in reality. So why worry that the mirage is fake and the illusion unreal.

The cup is the only form empty of the sand lake. Everything outside can look like an endless contradiction when a contradiction is not expansion and opinion, not non-fiction. Addiction is just an idea with the little voice in your head. If you keep listening to it the sooner you will be dead. There is no audience there to put to sleep. Just slice that one cord that keeps you from going deep. When you get to the bottom it will flip the other way around. That is the role of the sand grain in the hour glass. Soon it gets turned around.

The queen of hearts was just one more frigid bitch. She is more like the wicked west then she is like Glenda the good witch. Those little munchkins that hung themselves in the trees were just scared of the monkeys mimicking flying Maltese. We know now how that story went down. Just a bucket of water thrown in her direction no one saw lack of emotion in the wicked witch of the west's disconnection. No one saw that life in that world was just a dream. Right, when Dorothy woke up she saw the conscious stream. The symbolism of all the real people in her life. The scarecrow, the tin man, the lion and the strife. What she did see is that home is already where she is but sometimes the tornado looks a little different upon close up. The center of the storm. The eye of the hurricane. That is the surest shore of the flattest plateau plane. Everything else outside just gets thrown about. The simplest. The complex even the straight line route. The trick is ascent and descent at the same time. This is the dance of the opposites with the sound of a rhyme.

This is the writing of this all out right on the first try. It shows you need no effort with no mind. This is the real revolution that will not be televised. There will be no audition. You will have to improvise. You will have to connect directly to infinity. There is no second chance of a state of originality. The original cannot be copied. The look cannot be replicated. You know you are either it or you are just domesticated. International travel also makes ignorance null and destroyed. We are spiritual beings transcending the void. You are not your iPhone also not your Android. A computer can only give you answers but never looks at what you seek or the seeker. You have to look through your own eyes for the peek to get deeper. The game you're playing with god, the universe or the truth or the reverse will not fool anyone except for you. There's one bullet, one killer, one mother, one trigger, no action, no drama and no thriller besides action you take. No separation besides the one that you make. The pen is still mightier than the sword. It still doesn't leave a trace.

Call the NSA they can only listen because they have no real face. They should just take notes and learn from the real masters. A fashion's gain is temporary. The classics are classic. The renaissance is happening again and again. The spirals going upward. The wolf died in the den. The spinning of circles well they will always spin. The headlines in the newspaper will never show you what is within. They only want to sell shit to a garden. Makeup couldn't even cover up Elizabeth Arden. The real flowers will grow. The seasons will change. It's good to ask yourself the question what's my original face? What's my original name? Can it be said out loud or does it fall on deaf ears? Does the illusion only grow when you are too busy counting the years? Existence only exists in this one pointed time. Stop comparing whether the bitter is different from a lemon or a lime. The monkey mind swings from branch to branch the same as cows continue to be slaughtered from the same ranch to ranch. Poison in the sting from the honey bee can't replace the drones they leave when there is no queen. The production of honey it then diminishes then the pollination of flowers finishes. Humanity ruins it unequivocal civilization through Babylon's fire and Zion's incarceration.

Go back to your origins and you will realize we are all slaves. There is no skin color in slavery. How one behaves creates the waves. We are slaves to our ideas of morality but don't look at our spirituality. Slaves to hatred those viewpoints outdated. Slaves to a reaction which makes the present subtraction. Slaves to thinking we know better when we have no idea. Slaves to our paperwork. Slaves to our jobs. Slaves to our freedom. Slaves to the mob. Slaves to agree. Slaves to our independence. Slaves to the idea of being free. We thought we were the master but we hung ourselves from the tree. We tried to control nature but it came and bit us back. We tried to control God but there is no God in lack. We tried to control money, honey, and the bees. Now everything is dying because we can't get off of our scraped knees.

We even have to pretend that we aren't being fake by pouncing on every word uncovering others mistake but never looking at the real source. There is no civil in civilization. There's no love in divorce. There's no science that can take away vulnerability. You can build your castle in the sky but not one thing comes close to infinity. You won't even look at your own part in this mess because if you did you would cauterize the less. The sticks in your eye only you can't see. The nature that you decry because you can't plead insanity. You can't expect anything to change when working from the same blueprint. No one sees the beauty in your eyes when you change the color tint. Everything is fake in your world of laws because you don't know the law of love shines on you from above. There is no other proof you can ever prove to be free. If you'd stop trying to control everything then you would actually see but your ignorance has dismissed everything you stuffed into a box. You think we need more guns but you don't look at your hearts locks. You don't look at the key you threw in the ocean because if you dived that deep there'd be no commotion.

This train left the station you waited too long for the right one. You are the conductor but you're still playing the dunce. The fool is the only one with eyes to see. The whole world is the kingdom. The universe has the deed. If you can't get out of your own duality then, at least, admit to yourself then, at least, admit you have a biased mentality. The two fold path leads to the one but neutrality is the only way unless your destructive poles are not done. The pendulum is tired as you can see. You're swinging on razor wire and drinking nuclear power from the sea. There is only one planet this one that your on. If you can't heal yourself and share that with all the others then your life is surely done. The same is done in Jewish inferiority and Muslim superiority. Religions are not the real authority. The media only wants to sell you your history without her-story. The same can be said for each side of the coin of logical policy. The stock market toll bell rings. The value of everything becomes hyperinflation, as well as everything made in china, becomes indoctrination.

Consumerism becomes unbalanced import. False contracts at birth. That ship has also sailed and is buried in the earth. The human heart is the real heart. The mind thinks it's the ruler. The blood is the cleanser. Identity the rumor. Balance is transcendence defier of theoretical gravity. The life is in living. The death is in the ground. The sex and violence together make your head spin round and round. The world turns and turns and turns. Moves straight through the galaxy. The sun shines its light like a lighthouse back can't rescue you from the sea. The change continues to change until we know ataraxia. Babels tower falls from starvation of Love's anorexia. Synthetic drugs. Prosthetic hugs. Scientific models running the runway. Their shoes broke from stepping all over the proof and disconnecting every Sunday. Idolatry. Remote viewing. Quantum physics. Tantric screwing. Too much symmetry taking out the sacred in geometry. The intimacy separated from sex. Narcoleptic lexicon produced superficial depth architexicon. Empires built from colors from the silence of lovers. Interacting distraction all the way back to our mothers and our fathers duplicity. The conduit only channels electricity. The wire changes proximity. The same as the fire keeps you warm on those cold nights but the truly frigid will never put you on their invite.

The papers are never going to show you the one true way. They were designed to keep you pushing them into the fray. If you decide to go you should go all the way. Lukewarm does not boil iron out of the clay. With your own hands, you can mold or break. Stagnant water is a swamp the river is not a lake. The doctor is also sick because the value is based on the industry. The pharmaceutical companies are the real evils ministry and the television media keeps you stuck in the idea of a logical fate. A + B + C to Z is impatience not willing to wait. E does equal mc squared but that is just relativity. Everything absolute becomes our disconnectivity. A screen is only a screen. A filter for your choking. The legs continue to beg to open the mind's reflexivity. The upside down image turns right side up and walks away from captivity. The power of the midnight sun refracts the array. The magazine doesn't show you but just to obey. The plastic flowers don't die. Rocks on the ground don't become stars. The tremble is in the lie. The tension and release shows' you the tease. It is on the tip of your tongue but it sometimes is hard to say with ease. The heart when you weigh could be lighter than a feather in the scales of the balance reveals where it is a tether.

Make an alliance with defiance and it will continue to set you free. Rely too much on reliance and become a tyrant minus divinity. Rip a hole in the wall and watch it fall. The Mayans fates design. Tag the tagger. Mark the mark. Kundalini up the spine. Take the step. Meditations on hotep bring you to the arc. Stream writing from the one eye. The one leg. The one mast. The one never beg. It's all in the book the Egyptian book of the dead. The cover tells you nothing. The secret is in the signal. The flowers can't be found growing in the vigil. You can search and search and search. The seed only shows us potentiality. The tree only shows us it's actuality. The fear only shows us that contraction. Expansion only happens when you are relaxing. Like I have said before already but I will say again. You can't force the door open especially when it's not on a hinge.

You have to become your own circumference so you can see the interference. Life is stranger for sure than fiction. You don't need the bait in order to lure. The fish was here to show us it is not the doer. Duality is not the door. Birds only fly through open windows but not if they are broken. You can't pay for your pay it is too heavy a token. The toll booth is a liar. The money system is broken. The diamond knows the life through pressure and the fire. That is part of why we close our eyes. So we can see. The third eye it opens knows it is not blind to be. The only work required is the one that changes the wiring. The one the folds the paradigm. The one that changes synapses firing. The one that knows no time and no space. The same thing can be said in a million and infinite ways. The hydra head it slays when you keep lopping off its head. The light comes in through the cave showing you the beast was already dead. This happens outside of the emergency.

There is only the willingness to be the best beautiful you. There is nothing truer than true. Elevator music was designed to put you back to sleep. You didn't want yourself to know you know there is nothing you can keep. The point will keep chipping no matter how many coats you wear. There is in the eye of the stillness the one who looks like a stare. In those eyes, there is no exit. Beggars begging for change never beget it. Critics criticizing the form will never see past it. The point of living in the world is not to be of it. The mirror throws back to its owner it's own reflection. The chess game is over. In that game, there is no direction.

The game of white and black never transmuted. The lessons of Venus which seem convoluted. Separated magnets will only attract again. It's only a matter of time that these poles reversals know it. As you know you are the center of the storm. You are the light in the dark. You aren't the Babylonia intrinsic value laconic market. That is a land mine to be stepped on by those who continue to bury it. It depends on the smile that reflects the smile. It takes as long as the awhile that you can ever wish it to. The thread is through the fabric that weaves from invisible hands and transcends what it believes. It wants what it doesn't want and doesn't want it can ever be pleased. The society only shows you every place in which you don't fit. Circles can never fit into squares no matter how hard you can hit. You cannot tame a lion no matter how hard you try. You cannot steal the gasoline from Prometheus when he gives you the fire. To stop the whip hand stop jumping through the hoops. The real problem really lays in the jumper being able to jump through you.

The vortex that you are you meet in direct contact. Karma is finished when you never sign the contract. We were already born innocent. The pages got written on with someone else's hand we will call the straw man. He even goes by another name called the lawman. He speaks in legal-ease a language for the in-doctrines. A mouthpiece for a state that doesn't exist. Past, present and future all co-exist. All points of time merge it just depends on if you or someone else is writing the timeline. If you write it in invisible ink then you dissolve invisible chains. Invisible walls can't exist when there aren't any invisible frames. Learn and Unlearn everything you think you know. There is no charity or program that is going to get you through. The eye of the needle is much too small for the rich. The thread goes through just fine if you can't scratch the itch in time. If all you create is war and destruction prepare to meet your fate.

Creation just requires presence you can never show up late. If this for you gets too repetitive then you understand the point. The sign only points to the way your connection can disjoint. Do decide whether you will go or you will stay. If you go know you will not be coming back. When you know the loss of everything it is easy to stay on the track. If you want to only own everything it will all end up owning you. Fast will turn to slow because it weighs you down. Arrogance can never lop off the head of truth that is profound. No amount of social conditioning. Endless praying and wishing. No one teaches this lesson. You learn it and earn it. It melts all the ice cubes. The drop merges into the sea. That is the nature of neutrality and sensitivity. Let the unnatural fall on their own sword. They will never steal your gift. What's truly yours comes back to you. It says uplift, uplift, uplift.

What's truly yours returns to you every moment, everyday. So my advice to you is the get while the getting is going. Don't postpone. Echoes of life's eternity. Don't delay.

If you can understand the essence of this message well now you know the way.

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