Futures
2 years ago
death is often seen through the eyes of fear and it does look pretty awful unless you're one of the lucky ones and it comes suddenly without any signs in your sleep or before you've hit the floor - the dynamic systems might change but they reformulate into particles and atoms and the cosmic winds pick us up cradle us and then cast us out like a showers from pollinated flowers into the winds of eternity to land elsewhere in the all that is - for now we are here, how beautiful it all is how much time we waste in fear - like the anxious thought that hits as the rollercoaster rushes downward sinking stomachs in a fear drenched grip yet the flipside of that is love and its energy is creative and shinning while fear is reduced a dimly lit cave of potential with witches behind the curtains and shadows on the walls - we stare at the cave wall enraptured 1 dimensional beings of light cascading through ideas ideologies and visions soothsayers on the television predicting the weather as asteroids shower all around us comets are on youtube - its not very long ago but we forget so much, most if the truth be told - where we are where we came from where are you going? all a profound eternal mystery = simulations uploaded disembodiments ghostly pixels surging through light, conscious beams of waves, shimmering in the cosmos- fictions and scripts, story's and telling's bards and ovates, histories tapestry of mystery school mushrooms delighting the synaptic cleft jiggles hormonal highways of superhighways flying blind into the sunlight - walking talking beautiful imaginations - co creators scared to dream, glued to endless flat screams silent potential skulks on by afraid to look love in its eyes, praying, prostrated, pontification nations and countries hierarchies and harm, cultural mayhem in the hands of the few - options and golden gilded hedges fill up the funds, money tunnels and black holes, professor fucking hawking is sill communicating, lecturing and  playing cosmic cards with a single cheek muscle he creates ideas for reality to the credulous and callow we gather to listen to anyone except ourselves forget about gut instincts learn to be and irrational rationalist your very own scientist, Methodist Trotskyist, crux clux clicks mouses buttons and swipes cross my tiny mind I find the keys to all the doors, nervously I enter the first one, purple, floating in a haze of SSRI juice on a bed of freshly buried clinical trials, with a self interest sauce on a slight class based glaze with a side of power, story and money honey coated chips and stacks of gold bullion plunder they thunder across seas, sand and space the interspecies predators setting up their services while dismantling family, community and trust replacing it with the realm of nonsense circular sickening and self promoting the psychopath sits studying the chess board from the sleek deck of another yacht carve it up serve it all up, burn it all, its fascinating to watch to see the madness of it all and wonder what its like to care? do I yearn to know or is that cerebral naivety nativity for the soul the extraction of lies and value free skies, brought to you by natures gift and 1979 flickering by in a dreamlike mellow meadow in the haziest summers bathing, soaking up the big shiny thing wearing a large grin, pinned to the spot by the great energy blob gently kissing my face with loving caress as it spews giant fire zits into the all that is - the breeze brushing on by basting your being in a gong bath hash pipe magic carpets on sale now with voucher code - genie in bottle with every order, beam me up into the great space conductor connect us to the all that is, neurons and atoms colliding in the large heads ron suicides and cyanide on sale, two clicks and your crisps toasted and rolling down and around, lost and found - self deceiving make believers did you see the Gorilla? the curtains change colour do you know how this happens how thought happens where mind comes from and watching me move my hands to type this now is not something I orchestrate as a discreet me but a collective collaboration of trillions of in a walking talking imagination flowering in the glowing sun now can we begin? pick one thing you would like to see and make it real in your mind, believe it can be use you powers to see medicate on the inner critic its just harms from the cultures disorders, don't blame yourself you daft buggers we were born into someone elses games but the rules are just constructs vision goggles just google them you'll see just spend some time trying to be, just still with yourself with compassion try to forgive yourself of your cultural conditioning its all there to begin again it all just needs imagining now dust of that state schooled mentality those places can quite easy drive you completely potty they are places you go to learn low self esteem before hey presto its a service and they are helping you overcome your low self esteem at the local mental health private scheme wearing NHS logos because morality's just a brand to be assailed by self interest filters to ensure you have disorder so we can offer you benefits and security while s-tridently floating in your nuclear daydream, deluded power mad hubris, they constantly milk our emotional awareness those without love of the wider family cause democidal mayhem but we need them to rule us because we've been conditioned to accept this cultural low self esteem experts and professionals probe our lives, looking for the next service to sell us to put us in care where there is no care, to rob our homes and our children's chances, to kick us while we are down, to keep us on petitioning the jaws of the wolf by pretending it has sheep's clothing is to be vicious cycling dead end nonsense - we are all in this together so separation is illusion we simply are for now here its all very unclear as the fear begins to grip me - sleeping in the void