Monday 30 September 2013

Dear Everything...


Enlightenment is said to be a wall-less sound and indeed "today all young men on acid realise that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration" one that creates the Hicks Boson inscription on the plank scale everything, where macro biological dreams sway in the great space body. But you don't need astro-physical math nor acid to realize this. You just need the starting point within the idea of compassionate signature consciousness. That is enough to entangle you to the path of befriending everything completely...


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Dear Everything,

I'm still going to say sorry that its taken this long to write you,
even though you know everything and taught me to take time till there's no time left,
to take until my life here has been squeezed through the successful perpetual free energy systems of the chaos death wise machine,

Everything, 
I hope that your here with me on this computer blinking,
and like me, knot denying that your temporal experience is the infinity of divinity with thousands out of try-billions of finally decided imperfections and so the snake tail eye once spokt in the sky,

Everything, 
I know that you know how to 
quickly paraphrase the vicious quaking teeth-in-the-neck attack to the giant decepticon sentinels of capitalism vs the free acid water tanks in everyone’s back yard 
with some form of peaceful understanding...

Everything, 
I hear that you can formulate
 triangular solar powered hats on everyone’s power polarized existence and plug them into a matrix with no black smith carving a nuclear bomb against gods centre of gravity,
please, can you now in now?

Everything, 
thank you for teaching me 
to take only to give back, one to ten from Saturn’s Zen a-when and ignore ache… to give all relaxed deep in Capricorn un-paradoxed and independent in tea ceremonies of all heavenly light agreement, to give the spiraling race tracks slow wonder spoon hand reaching in godhead, pullin out the big flow of Pisces...

Everything thank you again for the
 illuminating Illuminate’ of  these friends we've known together for years and their quirky immortal faces in strangers and strange things and light years in range of the dimensional alignment of the truth that team shall be captain planet dragon nothing u-nites in blissful Brunswick blur,

Everything I dream of you in 
 the days of the Holodeck, the Hyperdrive, the hydro-powered lotus elise, the spaces of time that the mind may share in a cup-catch the heaviest dam purest water of Jimi Hendrix power from heavens deep blue tears, radiating the gardens skins on the sky scrapers...

Everything O please
promise me you'll remember in the deep mundane, to get outta your head in love with that unseen world that dances in unseen window frames and then know the same art will grab you by the ankles to pull you down into it’s bed pillow puzzle pieces dripping with ecstasy,

Everything,
 I just want to let you know that in my mind your sitting grace stable in the trinity, the trinity in every fractal coded genius child that claws through the junk of Samsara’s disposed-of needle-car-greed hypnotism's of advertising that would flash over and over that speed in mass consciousness doesn't kill,

And everything
know this from the depth of my very word, I will travel with you
to the end, perhaps on a note loved by the myriad of all forms equals perhaps, a graduating weight, the bed time story of your future grand parents imagination…









Thursday 26 September 2013

The Truth In-Verb...




What is an action? Well, I can only really tell you this by telling you what is not an action. So, given there are many chaotic interpretations of what is not an action, lets consider this; in a metaphysical cycle of universe after universe, all inaction is the inaccurate mistake where evolutionary possibilities have been missed and therefor have never really happened.

But of course, I must also explain the obvious, 'doing nothing' is still an action. In fact if you can successfully achieve the action of nothing (a state of stillness not forgetfulness) then you have achieved the action of enlightenment and you ARE everything. If you fail, you'll merely achieve a fly up your nose, end of story.

But this philosophy of mischance, of faults, failures and ignorance's as 'inactions' and therefor non-events in space-time evolution, of course, doesn't mean I'm advocating that you smash your car into parliament and 'that's o.k.' because it didn't really happen. 

No, interestingly the word 'sin' is actually derived from the word 'miss.' Unfortunately, the static nature of a resonance memory field of what NOT to do next time you come back to that place-time doesn't exist.  However, there are resonance fields around a potential true action. Indeed, a field the previous universe remembered for you, a field where you can think "ahh this moment is close to an action of truth, an action of compassion and existential accuracy... lets see if I can..."




Friday 20 September 2013

Our Fortress of Time...



This poem brings you some of my thoughts at the recent losses in the federal election. For now, (even though some would argue it always has) the Australian Government definitively stands for naught but the destruction of our environment, the alienation of the refugee, anti-intellectualism, rampant misogyny, mass media censorship, and profit margins.

And yet with a very large green movement here, we are now in a war of sorts for our children's future. A war that can only be fought, it seems, by learning the better way an acting locally, and thus building the best fortresses of community and knowledge that we can so that when it all falls apart, our children have the skills to lead the repair back to our environment and the human group consciousness,  within perpetuality...





Wednesday 18 September 2013

Witch Dream (Date Unknown)



In the crowd of a witch hunt,
 walking in the main street of the village.
The firm violence of 5 men,
her numb limp body.

In the electric circuit of the trial,
I spoke up for her in her eyes. 
I did not see the sneers, 
though I felt the lines of fingers crossing throats.
 The crowd was a mess,  
healer vs dark witch. 

In 
the 
end: 
Banishment.

 (Painful psy, not in vain)

The crowd was satisfied taking her children from her 
and dumping them in a home for adoption.
Their law I could not speak. 
 Fuming aura. 

This is 2013.

The clouds into fire. 
As the bridge-heart-nerves 
of their maternal-seeking arms break,
 their screams…



Saturday 14 September 2013

A Nameless Psychic War Scene



A poem adventing into the future from todays corpocractic foundations. When the world has finally fallen into a constant war, this experience castes us into the existential link between brothers on the front-line and the power of intent-vibration...



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Wednesday 11 September 2013

When There is No Enemy


No, haven't bought myself a sniper weapon yet, I'm still here. Even after the screaming torturous exercise of corpocracy last 7th of september 2013, with marine parks already gone, fracking about to take over and monsanto sure to waltz in. Apart from being a father and not really all that violent, the reason is that I know and trust the protest of our people. A massive only going to snowball-juggernaught as social media and the internet continues its broadcaste and the rights of the environment and our children are swept away by the financial army of the multi-national. For even with the Murdoch Death Star distraction technique, we will know. The people will always know. Here in the midst of this battle, this poem reaches out to the intensity of love and compassion within our movements cause, the centre of it common in all humanity on either side and whereby the matter of time until the truth is enacted at last...

https://soundcloud.com/jasonmaxwell/when-there-is-no-enemy