That which you see can well be an illusion – and from the spiritual radiant reality perspective: it undoubtedly indeed most certainly is.

Dream happier

When I expanded out to where everything has room

there was space for everything nothing encroached

there was nothing touching anything everywhere

somehow nowhere in a Schrödinger unobservable way

everything at all connected always to everything else.

If I had a human’s personality, then his would be the one I’d have.


“I want to address the silent majority, the people who would tell me that I exaggerate about T**** and Hitler.

Do I really think T**** capable of rounding up undesirables throwing them into concentration camps sans due or any other process? Do I really consider T**** capable of systemic murder by lethal injection of a whole class of undesirables? Do I really think America is equivalent of the Third Reich? Well, on the first two, sure. I’m with you. I don’t think this goofy oaf with charisma and a strange charm and a perverse selfish twist on command of the powers of positive thinking and manifestation of prosperity gospel is really Hitler. Neither do I believe the worst about our country, but this latter one has some strong grains of the salt of the earthly caveats to go along with it.

Because however, and this is a big BUTT of HOWEVER, I think the powers behind the scenes definitely are capable of all this and much more. There is a lot of white supremacy and nazi ideology behind the scenes, making decisions, ‘advancing’ things. Stephen Miller and the immigration tzar, for two. And all this Proud Boy white replacement theory stuff, the actual Proud Boys and J6ers (i.e. *some* masked SS/ICE officers), the ‘architects’ and ‘thinkers’ behind Project 2025, the Heritage Foundation’s slow and deliberate transactional work, and many other factors and sundry others and funders and other things and matters too. Yes.

I’m just waiting for someone to ‘inform’ me that the Fox host, Mr. Kilmeade, was joking. Just joking in jest. I’m just waiting for someone to ask me about the whereabouts of my sense of humor. *My* sense of humor???!!!!!!! Where tf have you been? I have a lifetime achievement award in humor. For a second opinion ask my mother. If I had a dollar every time she said “don’t laugh at him, you’ll only encourage him” well, I’d have a lot of dollars. Hope I invested them well, ‘cause then I’d be rich. (But all temporal money of this earth is monopoly money, i.e. play money. The sooner you absorb this lesson the lighter your spiritual existence will be!)

And as to that lovable goofy charisma-touched (like the kids say, he has the ‘rizz’) stinky-poo teddy-bear of a disrupter T****. Of course he is no Hitler. Of course he pushes all the right ‘means well’ buttons. But there is a deep-set pattern. Nigh every accusation he makes is a confession. Take that for a Sunday drive and count the ways and places that this takes you. (Hint: hoax, hoax, hoax. More direct hint: Russia, Russia, Russia. Another hint in the third party: follow the money. Lagniappe hint: does the word ‘weaponization’ ring a bell?). The deep-state accusation is a prime example of one. Another prime example: Joe Biden and the puppet masters behind the scenes and the magic ‘autopen’. Yes, there is a sort of ‘deep-state’ of white supremacists almost mystically getting their way. And there is a cabinet certainly of a group of millionaire hand-selected enablers and yes people ineptly in charge letting these white master minds operate. There is indeed an element of the Third Reich in play. Decent people remember my remarks about the German people. Wake up please. It is possible to wake up without being woke. Do that. ASAP. Please.

And as to me addressing the self-addressed elephant in the room, the silent majority. There was a time when ppl. [sic] debated [sic] me in real time. I didn’t keep my head well enough at the time. I insulted some people. I reacted to the fire with more and stronger fire. Insult begat quicker insult in return. I was accused of disrespecting my upbringing, dishonoring my parents. The 2nd was literally offered to be pled to me as a solution. I don’t make this up. I made some enemies I didn’t or never intended to have made. I lost relatives. I lost friends. I changed me identity on social media. Twice. And culled my list. Now I don’t get the insults and I don’t spend hours tensely reacting to personal attacks that I can’t believe and shouldn’t take seriously or give credence to. I don’t *usually* (though I know I’m doing it now) answer slings and arrows sent into me with a subsequent post later. But though I’ve purged my life of these negativities my reach is now severely restricted.

Yet I know that there is a silent majority who reads my stuff without return reaction and either says to themselves one or two or three things: a) I wish he would just post pictures b) I like his whimsical humor and I wish he wouldn’t post political stuff or c) he is a traitor who betrayed his upbringing and dishonors his parents. He needs to be taken out. Or thousands and thousands of other gradations and other possible and likely reactions. I’m addressing you, silent ones. With love. And many blessings, blessings upon blessings to those who imagine themselves my foe. You are not the Ofay. May your highest need be granted directly with all grace by the Divine Mother, I say. And I mean it.”

If ever I were ever to even consider to pray with intentionality it would be simply this:

That those who fancy themselves my enemy would quit the self harm.

For when they convolute to writhe to contort themselves into my enemy they can only harm themselves.

When their intention and aim is to cause me trouble and vexation or pain or suffering they commit devoted and sustained self harm.

And I pray, if I would ever deign to pray away from the practice of gratitude, that they stop.

Once so long ago, when I was much older then, their great efforts would have bounced from me to stick to them and I would have been somewhat worn and drained from the rough bouncing. Yes, that was the old reality. That could have once been considered valid and real.

But in the now I’m so far out of the bounds of what might vex that their best efforts don’t reach

but arch back and fall back with ever exponentially increasing force and find the center of them,

If I weren’t so busy practicing gratitude I’d sincerely pray for them to stop the serious hurt.

a) the temerity to ask

b) the ability to accept

c) the willingness to defenestrate logic

Looking for God

Circled the wobble desperate

Bearings lost unmoored

Listened to advice

Felt nothing but fear

Disabled in panic

• I’m sorry
• I panicked
• And forgot

Wasted my gift of time

Looking

For something that is there

Past points where I clamor to stop sharp

In unrest to avoid the stupid things

That have happened – whims that sour and cause

Pain and suffering

Troublesome remorse

Replay rewind recur

• I’m sorry
• I panicked
• And forgot

Somehow I forgot that sorrow never suits

That the moments to erase twin with achievement

Pride never suits nor remorse

All have made me

What I am now

I pause indefinite centered, still, to remember

Christ and the living kingdom

Timeless now

In me and with me without me all about

I am a blessing magnet. I only have to practice gratitude. And practice makes me better. I couldn’t begin to tell you how beyond grateful I am at how much better I am at this. But I’m beyond grateful that I can actually begin.

In my semi-awakened moments in this still night morning — when I was almost woke! — I did as usual and I heartily invited Divine Mother to supercede [sic] over me and transform me into the energy of the cosmos. This is usual and customary when I experience those moments. I find it works well for me.  I’m not asking or telling that you do it.

In any case what thoughts I experienced were of receding into the sub-atomic being of energy, where I have waived my particles, where my state and/or whereabouts are not both known, and even then only one of them upon observation, where my curiosity and joyous amusement are more Schrödinger’s cat and less the Cheshire cat. Where is not where!

It occurred that in this sub-atomic energy level all things are made alike of the same sub-atomic particles quantum waived and all things are connected in this energy force and that the soul does not love it is love itself and it does not exist it is existence itself and it does not know it is knowledge itself.  Of course we are all one in and as this energy force and best thing of all:  we all forgive ourselves!

Chapter Two

When I walked my doggies this morning my mind was well stimulated and frisky.  I chanted a few Rādhā Soāmī things just for the heck of it.  The calming effect was quite welcomed. I was thinking teetering between wave and particle.  I was thinking about us all and about the ones who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion and about what we can bind and what we can waive when, delving into the past a nostalgic bit I started singing this song crossing Dodge Street:  ‘woulda done different, woulda done different, can’t go back, can’t go back’.  This was amusing and gave me positive feedback pause though, of course, it related to an outcome I’d much rather have changed to save someone some undue hurt and or to save myself some probably due anguish and remorse.  This is a song I used to dwell on though I never knew the words.  I didn’t need to.  And, of course, the difference came right to me:  it used to be a major depressant back then to go there and to dwell there like my tendencies to do.  Now it’s like reading a story. Now I know that I know better yet still in the utmost of knowing and even knowing that I know better and knowing that I know and knowing the words the human me still always manages to do things that should of [sic] could have been done better and differently with more tact and more compassion and more consideration even more awareness.  There is no level of awareness or awakedness [sic] or, dare I say? woke [ibid] [sic] that prevents, precludes or circumvents the human experience in all its glory and deficiency.  But boy does depression hurt.  I’m so glad that isn’t a thing of the currents of visitation any more.

This being a Saturday morning, Wanda instinctively knows to demand the longer more leisurely walk.  Now, on Newman I was approaching the preferred Wanda turn around an even extra block on East Falk.  I was thinking about Falk Street and about what separates them. A dual duo duality of front yards, double back yards, for sure.  And you can’t get through to the other without taking three more streets (or two more streets and a highway).  This, of course, is like the days of our lives are, sometimes.

Chapter Three

My mind went on to ruminate on the other Lazarus and the special mission that the rich man asked that this lowly sore-ridden Lazarus to take on behalf of the rich man’s friends.  In the telling of the story, the rich man indeed got his wish.  Everybody was warned. That is everybody who consumes the literature is warned.  The friends are intercoursed over for ever and ever as is the rich man. When you think this over, doesn’t it seem a cruel use of literature to use a story to give such a dire warning in the kernel of the story itself?  Maybe not.  Maybe it’s just me.  But from another angle, think about the request.  The rich man wanted to warn and hence “save” his friends.  But the friends and the rich man are out of luck out of grace out of saving, living (if it can be called ‘living’) in an eternity of pain and suffering.  This is all due to the duality of the ‘reality’ of the timeline. We, the target readers, are receiving the ridiculously requested warning in steed of the friends of the rich man.  We aren’t friends of the rich man, as much as we have been well socially conditioned to act as if we are. But that’s a big tangent. Why do we place everything and stake everything on the threat of eternal punishment? I completely disagree with this premise. But our culture has bought it hooker, line and sinker. One life with eternal judgment is the one and true “Big Lie”. There’s nothing I can say, argue, persuade, allude to or otherwise demonstrate that will dissuade the mortally frightened of the eternal pain and suffering away from this dire and macabre dependence on debilitating fear.  But that’s not up to me.  Thousands of lifetimes will weather that hard rock head of yours to silica sure and finely enough. And the kingdom of heaven is at hand! In the light of this any ‘opinion’ of mine is as nothing.

Chapter Four

And I’d for sure be a huge gargantuan hypocrite if what I say is taken as a strike against the Christ spirit or against the splendid human woke man Jesus.  For I am all with them.  I regularly infuse golden Christ energy and breathe it out here on earth.  My second-physical aura is continually saturated with golden Christ energy.  I am only against the organized insult to intelligence and integrity that is popularly accepted doctrine. And I am dead set against that!

Thinking in generalities about unspecified some ones special:  there was a time when I could have helped you.  Now, I can’t even stretch your mind to stimulate your imagination to the degree where you could go and help yourself in any meaningful way due to all the reflexive, defensive, hateful, fearful, oppositive reactions against, groomed and stoked by the generally assumed [to be lacking] and understood qualities of the ‘woke’.

I’m sorry but I’m not sorry.  One day you’ll figure out for yourself how pulling bootstraps really works.  And it’s all on the journey to the Kingdom of Heaven and we’ll blend well there.