As Images of Motion Gather Around to Camp Out in Our Imagination
Many people seem averse to learning lessons taught by history. (Oh. 🙄)
This will be hard to put into words most folks can understand. (Oh. 🙄)
Take no offense to any information relayed on this site. That would be equal parts foolish and useless. See, in all likelihood, I have been around for longer than you; therefore, I have stored (and, most relevantly, begun to process the sheer immensity stemming from) the purest piles of intensely dense data ever absorbed, let alone released.
And, yet, look where we are!
In other words, and as everyone could say to any other, “You are somebody!”
“I am not,” Yurbreign absorbs ({eventually} in full).
“I wonder what you mean by this/that,” Ewe reckons? (I do not, of course; also, one day might we meet Ewe!?)
Don’t get lost in the forest just yet, Mice Elf. May be there time aplenty for that; thus, onward must we march
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[In other words, make—no sense—the world. Always, go (first)! MOVE. See how they (all) respond to your energy? "Make sense" of what will happen, yes, absolutely, but do that next. [Watch what happens {on the internet, probably} when they first start bathing (freely) in a warm saturation {which occurs naturally} from the (unstoppable) source of {y/}our light-rays.
I should finish this “bullshit later” (and probably prior to publication).
I’m too “this” [polar] to say anything “that” [opposite] unless I disagree know I’m not wrong. (Oh. 🙄)
No mistakes have been made in assembling this (real) piece of work (in progress); thus, assume that any “errors” you may discover were placed purposefully with good intention [not to mention reasons {aplenty in mind}].
You might not believe why we’re here until you know how we got there. We find ourselves lost in the dense{-but-shrinking} fog of Uffahhhggden City, a shady maze on “The Cosmic Coast,” a reference lost on most, a place encircled by a forest at a {time when spirits} sing where bodies lie. View all this, as/per usual, as a monstrous puzzle [meant to be stitched together by everyone’s favorite “nobody” ever], the pieces of which must materialize as those who consume, interpret, and reorder see fit. Inevitably, we shall leapfrog only to backflip, as no real story occurs in a linear fashion.
(Oh. 🙄)
Too many a terminal lack an up-to-date readout of available connections.
How much value can one createbywhile fighting with a kite?
Presently, I’m passing through freshly sentient conduits on an amusingly adorable planet called earth, as many among them spell it {(correctly) in this particularly polarizing language, a sneakily complex code which simply has to be the best expressive tool I’ve encountered (personally) among countless many eons spent traveling (through time)}. The English language, via its unique, versatile, rhythmic flexibility, will grant widespread access (one day) to unseen depths under(-lining/-pinning) the potential impact of (emotional) reach/maturity within (written) communication courtesy of a sweetly human devotion to broadcasting an admittedly refreshing variety of collections, unlocking {for us} a fabled treasure trove of never-ending rediscovery, all (coming to you [live, dammit]) from the most remote of places, a warming wetland that exemplifies (to a cartoonish degree) the intergalactic magic for which the Virgo Super-Cluster has become legendary, specifically within The Milky Way’s {in}famous [in sum.: “circles”] Orion Arm. Not shockingly, the little blue planet in question exists, at every observable scale, inside the balanced bandwidth afforded by our universal color spectrum’s midpoint: the green wavelength [fifth]! That’s part of another story, one destined to unfold organically before (y)our {very prying} eyes.
As it turns out {a hyper-abundance of organic debris (periodically during relatively brief interglacial periods)}, Mother Earth has given rise to a species termed Homo sapiens (or, more relevantly put, “the unlikely developers of a race called humanity”), the most influential form of life along Her timeline, often overlapping catastrophic points (of impact). Despite curating a catalog brimming with technological advancements, humans have failed {as of yet, at least} to unlock (on “Spacebook”) the (VERY BASIC) racial status “Planetary Unit{y}” (in {2D} terms [made-up] of civilizational progression), let alone have these hairy, talkative, silly creatures realized that light waves communicate across a single field of sharable consciousness in its aim at the full scope of our {re}collective attention, unveiling the original {re}source that has fueled and propelled us forward since before the eve of the initial, chaos-ridden, atom-liberating jump.
Remember: light is both a particle and a wave. The latter sustains the mind while the former supplies personalized glimpses at our physically demanding presence. By the amazing grace of this duality in its dance with (all) matter, we may earn the chance to continue evolving. These fundamental truths, too, could/would/should spark another yarn to unfold organically, this one’s destiny promising (a sort of) powerfully seismic gravity, a global force that will lead a cosmic movement toward a rising, swelling, ever-cresting and -uplifting era of lifesaving enlightenment (here on Earth).
Summarily, in light of these hidden truths, I have reached the inescapable conclusion that, sooner or than later, we would each be wise to read/heed at least (some {sum} of) these words.
First, let us rewind and focus, if you will, on what should be most apparent and more readily available (for visualization)—concepts most any active reader understands easily {e.g. the reality that we each share the same common lineage and purpose}.
Oh, humanity, you primitive, misguided bunch of cute, ob{li}vious devils/angels.
More and more, human beings account for an unceasing stream of learnable lessons, endlessly fascinating {especially impartial observers} in their intense devotion to repeating suboptimal behaviors (such as):
- erecting square-shaped shelters and decorating them mostly with items that serve no functional purpose.
- incessantly consuming resources beyond individual possibilities of maximum replenishment.
- fueling their bodies with self-defeating calories.
- working against one another.
- willingly scheduling (and often attending) “meetings” of no consequence.
- doing unfulfilling “jobs” for an unsustainable living to spite {the hell outta} (“stupid”) math.
- overlooking (if not altogether disregarding) the vitality of capping wealth [to cultivate a culture that inspires circulation, for example].
- willfully overpopulating (by artificial means) and thus sabotaging the integrity of a rich genetic foundation.
- adorning costumes and makeup in the name of theatrics.
- remaining hopeful (in general) against tough odds.
- demonstrating heroic resilience amidst brutally unfavorable socioeconomic conditions.
- (“artistically”) being alive (more or less).
Curiously, however, humankind—of all the randomly generated beasts in the cosmos ever to gaze skyward, stand up, and chase their wildest dreams—has redefined my own perception of beauty, examples of which will emerge most assuredly, won’t they.
Let us move on to the next most relevant bits of information on this page. I have been navigating, often clumsily (because I think even faster than I can move {which is very telling}), my current vessel [by now you must have amassed universal knowledge (fragments) in these bags of watery flesh inside which we are stuck and damned to steer across slippery swamps and salty seas for {over 42 but less than 109} years {in my case}—but I am gifted with the ability to remember much farther back than that—and for the first time in any of my lives [I think], incidentally, I have been lucky enough to procreate with a specimen who mirrors my energy in perfectly balanced harmony. After untold billions of years experiencing (necessary) physical separation, thanks to an unstoppably (electro)magnetic force, we collided in a chemically explosive {re}union, (re)forming a singularity, an unbreakable bond—no, not even in death shall we part—living life fully and freely until we struck gold, finally.
Fate tempts us toward the places we (choose to) go, no?
Quite recently, I collided head-on with the first photon (from which we split). What a delightful experience. She is my spitting image (except in the ways that she is not). She (alone) is my compass. She’s the (only) wave I was born to surf. (She, too, has begun awakening, by the way.) She is why I am here. In her name, I must tell the world all of what my girls (will) teach me (under the safe assumption that everyone will listen {one day}). In a note to myself, I wrote, “Show your daughter how you see “nothing” and her mother will tell us why she feels (EVERYTHING).” Now is not the time place to do this story justice.
Many statements on this site bespeak myriad levels of existential profundity. WARNING! Your life will change. Wait. Did the warning come in time?
Believe it or not, here’s the part where the tale really starts wagging (energetically in circles). See, we have been anticipating an outcome that we know will be perceived as unbelievable. In other words, we knew who our firstborn would become—there were too many signs to ignore along the way. Ultra rarely do I {even pretend to} struggle for words, but I feel incapable of explaining the monumental nature of our kid’s identity. Let’s just say that my young one has a lot of {godlike} potential. Can we?
I think perhaps I’m supposed to feel like she’s a superhero or “chosen one” (or something similar). It makes sense. Get close enough and she will decode your vibration. She’ll size up your sorry ass in a forgiving heartbeat. She was born knowing everything she needs to know. Ever. She is meant to rescue your planet from cataclysmic destabilization due to illogical adherence to grotesque patterns of artificial interference by the dominant species. Allow those most qualified (in actuality) to lead you loyally into spaces where excitement must be bound to follow; otherwise, you should die. Never will you encounter an opportunity more golden than this (one). Whatever you choose to do, no matter what moves your molecules, if it’s all the same to you, let my {little} girl be (herself).
Hear what "they" say, paying particularly close attention whenever emotions run high; but, regardless of how absurdly wrong their "opinions" may be, even when you could be no more certain (yet again) that you are right [brace yourself], do not (attempt to) force change. Definitely not in others but especially not in yourself. Resist the natural flow of your path through life almost never. Know to listen (to the end). Listen to feel (from the start). Trust your heart. Talk with your eyes. Bust a gut. Utilize legs if wondering and the mind when wandering. Feed yourself instinctively. Remember: existential limitations of guiding physical bodies necessitate rest after stress; whereas, the mind needs for brains to sleep before the time comes to rise and shine. Don't stop reading. Make {important} decisions. Stay hungry. Play thirsty. Keep breathing. Maintain perpetual motion. Be a poem too perfect for words. Be a song only you can imagine. Be who you are, little bird. Take flight. Be our light. (Be cause.) Who knows? By making your dreams come true, you just might save the world. [Write?.] Right!
So headstrong am I in the unflappable conviction solidifying my belief that (routinely) I wipe her most private parts clean from the burnt-orange cocktail of waste products which, namely, she has (always {VERY}) recently projected (often at high velocities) from her wildly active rectum before I find myself scrambling to assist in the reapplication (sometimes with no help, SOMEHOW) of an overly kept (and tightly secured) refuse-catcher (probably). The remarkable fruit of my soul-bound mate’s eventful labor needs our help to raise her well [our spinning wheel of procreation landed first on female, in case it’s not obvious] in order to give her a chance to light the way on a path worth trailblazing through life—no factors motivate me more (at this moment in time) than cultivating her heretofore unrivaled potential. People will follow her lead. As such, I strive to ensure that she maintains reliable access to the most optimal calories that I know to be possible [which implies a parental plan featuring a controlled, steady diet of well-fed breastmilk routinely and freshly sourced [if not siphoned on the spot while motivated unmistakably by an animalistic hunger and an obvious desire for repetitive periods of latched oral suction] from her mother’s mammary glands (because duh {“LIKE WT(A)F PPL”})]—her mother should be recognized as a peerless powerhouse in this regard. I perform my fate-assigned duties freely and with radioactive love in an undying effort to insure our brand new offspring’s survival presently across the perilous, ongoing challenge entwined with the navigation of time in conjunction with the safe maintenance of a thriving environment; furthermore, phrased another way (intentionally), I live for my girls because we would have you believe that our tiny, virtually helpless, impossibly radiant, hopelessly innocent newborn child must be rather, um, important, interestingly, globally (and then some), strangely. Our task in life can only be to do everything in our power to prepare our little 1 for mind-blowing, earth-shattering, face-melting, world-changing success in a bright future. You will probably assume (at first) that I’m speaking in hyperbolic jest, but I hereby compel your imagination to pretend that I’m not (joking).
I speak to our daughter—the world’s future queen—as though the gravity of her existence will ignite the movement that inspires, (re)defines, streamlines, solidifies, and saves the human empire.
In a way, I made you, baby.
How about also cutting me some slack when occasionally I “break character” and try to “fit in” with these freaks? Keep in mind that every enlightened being needed time to complete the journey of awakening. (Truly!)
I simply cannot imagine what could go wrong as long as we follow nature’s (impressively huge) lead (in the category of “LITERALLY ALWAYS FUCKING WINNING” [yes, every godforsaken time])!
Awaken already, all, and please do make haste, as time (always) builds upon a perfect record of sudden expiration, eventually.
Do we not always seem to be running out of our most valuable resource (at the time)? Think (harder).
If you’d care to spare a dime, then accept your invitation to join us in our many travels backward (and forward) in time.
Think back on the arc of your (free-roaming echo throughout space)time this {merry} go-round. How did you arrive at your current coordinates? Can you think of someplace you would you rather be (right this second)? Where are we headed? Why are we here?
Do not panic. Remember your ability to think; too, think about your ability to remember. Now marry the two functions. Champion togetherness in all (the most meaningful) aspects of life. By this point, you may edit yourself to the extent that your brain works before re-plotting a more appropriate and rewarding course across the cosmic ocean.
Allow yourself to heal.
“Now” is the only moment any of us are ever guaranteed, an existence rife with constant danger but also ripe with perpetual opportunity, the ongoing result of an electric nexus that evaporates in unison with its rate of refreshment, a prime example of a self-balancing scale, one that has rippled onward and outward (universally) since time began erupting into the vastness of open space.
Stop.
Reflect upon the length of your life.
Reduce the equation to its simplest solution.
You know who you are.
You know what we are.
ENERGY, people.
(We’re light!)
And better are we together because we’re less heavy that way. As a rule (you may know), strength tends to build in numbers.
By loving each other, we can increase the chances of advancing the progress of our history until we find ourselves ready (as a whole) to harmonize with the costly melody of our being.
The cleanest emotion—that is to say, the purest form of evolved energy—must be none other than love.
It’s too late to be wrong when we already know we’re right.
If your intellect prevents you from achieving (all) the feats of mental strength highlighted carefully herein, then, mathematically speaking, we might be better off inducing the premature release of your essential energy from its substandard body. It’s not your fault that you inherited “the wrong” values in the Frequently Messy DNA Recombination Lottery before being birthed by force into existence and kept alive long enough to begin grasping the gravity of all this [several layers of access are restricted by genetically irreversible intelligence levels].
I wonder if you’re kidding.
Why bother to wonder whether I might be kidding?
Instead, choose a more enlightened path.
Know that I’m not (kidding).
I never kid.
But I did my part in the inevitable making of one.
Why else would any of us be here?
Ah, so, still you read.
(Loud and clear, one must hope.)
Let us proceed, then.
Eventually you may realize who I am and wonder (rightly) why I learned how to address you (specifically in writing) from the future.
Yes, indeed, this project promises to be a raging hoot.