babbling in babylon

babbling in babylon.
living lazy on easy street.
trying to think about everything.
everything being infinite is ultimately incomprehensible.
what does that matter?
everything composed of every thing into a gestalt of itself.
a god is born.
what we call god anyway.
what do we know about it?
not much it would seem.
a being which is everything radiating itself in waves of consciousness out from every possible location of a plenum of nothingness.
this we seek to attain in godhead.
to tune ourselves into it to receive it within.
skating on thin ice.
cracking through going down beneath the surface of this world to new realizations of reality.
everything is impossible.
we are impossible.
yet here we are.
enjoy it while it lasts.
this could be it.
no one knows though many speculate.

and we are dreaming.
somewhere we are sleeping all snuggled up and comfy.
gods dancing in our heads.
the dream never beginning nor ending.
continuing eternal into monotony of immortality.
how we wish to be mortal again.
spin the wheels one more time.

while others debate god we live god.
we have come to understand its meaning.
gazorbnik.

guru jeff teaches us with lies and deception mixed with the highest truths – as if there’s a difference.
the dada-ananda (deliberate irrationality – bliss) spinning in our heads.
guru jeff shows us the way to ourselves.
ourselves is all we can believe in.
what else do we know but our being and experiencing?
our thinking minds out of control.
logic never fails.
and so what if it does?
nothing is real unless we want it to be.
remember that.

our desire and fear keep us locked inside this bodily prison.
but without desire and fear we are motivated to do nothing.
we must keep the fire burning however pointless it may seem.
he farts.
what a stink wafts up from his asshole to his nose.
be here now.

we found guru jeff digging in a dumpster in a dark alley.
we fed him and brought him home to crash on the couch.
we haven’t been able to get rid of him since.
guru jeff knows a good deal when he sees it.
so he gave us free instruction to the higher refined mystic occult arts not found in any book for mass consumption by the popular wise guys.
whatever we wanted to know but were afraid to ask.
in this we are blessed and cursed.

we pretend and make believe what we will.
what does it matter?
we can’t afford the truth proclaimed by the snake charmers.
they only want our $$$ we don’t got and give us riddles for answers.
truth has little meaning for us.
it is irrelevant except as others believe and make trouble for everyone else about it.
it is just another product in the marketplace.
what’s the big deal?

so we forget all that.
we steal what truth we can find.
some of it is of some use for our purpose.
our purpose to take over the world from the bad guys through magick means we are developing down in the basement lab.
death to the pigs and their gods.

we believe in no god.
no god answers our prayers.
no god is our salvation.

and he is a madman.
he cannot be trusted not even by himself.
what wild thoughts are in his head.
what a legion of voices he hears clamoring for his attention.
he listens only for the silent voice it takes practice to learn to hear beneath the chaotic noise.
do not be fooled.

angels to his left and demons to his right.
or is it the other way around?
whatever.
they fill his ears with propaganda meant to tantalize the seeking soul.
do not be led astray.

why can’t we all just get along, eh?
what’s the fuss others are on about?
greed.
the great god greed spreads its eagle wings rising high over us.
worshipped since the days of older than dirt with great ceremony and sacrifices.
the feast of the dead children.
fuck yeah.

the things people in this world think of to do with themselves and each other.
no wonder we have been left abandoned here to die and die again again again.
the best and worst of all possible worlds.
while the gods watch it all on tv.

guru jeff knows the way out.
guru jeff has shown us many wonders.
guru jeff bums us for cigarettes.
guru jeff never leaves the house.
in the end we had to kill him for our own sanity and peace of mind.
we remember how he laughed.

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where does everything begin and end as it cycles through itself never repeating but one continuous flowing motion like waves on a beach?
but we begin and end everything constantly with our finite rationalogic perception of the world.
we can count the waves, yes?
2+2≠moo?
what kinda world is this we have created for ourselves?
are we in crazy town?

yes/no/maybe.

and this is how we’re gonna take over the world from the bad guys?
imagine that if we could by some odd circumstance of fate.
but that leaves who in charge?
nature abhors a vacuum.
but that couldn’t be how it works or what the fuck is the difference?
we organize ourselves such that leaders aren’t needed.
fat chance.
but with empathic telepathy communication thing going on it’s a snap.
cooperating for common needs not for profit.
and all that like that la-dee-da.
presto chango, baby.
believe it and we’ll see it.
or not.

he lives by his doubts.
he assumes everything he knows is wrong.
it’s the best place to continue.
to attain the point of realization that we know nothing.
this is attained by few and far between.
that grinning blank stare.
another idiot running loose.

he imagines himself sitting before the computer hunched over the keyboard typing out a not poem cuz he ain’t no poet about our theory of everything turning itself sideways relative to itself to check things out on the other side of this life as the world turns inside out 33 times to demonstrate how fabulous it is to the passers-by ignoring all signals to the contrary to what they have been convinced to believe is truth ever burning in its glory above all to sing the praises to the lord of flies buzzing in his brain he continues ]]]]] in his head the dreams come true sorta things but he has no dreams left or right or wrong or anything he may have imagined so far as he comes face to face with his ignorance and laughs it away so he has room to move with dancing glee toward balancing over an abyss calling out his name he had forgotten up till now and then when we are more aware of the situation normal all fucked up beyond all recognition to forestall the enviable journey within.
to cry out to heaven from the depths of hell.
to muse upon hell from the heights of heaven.
meanwhile here on earth it’s the same shit as always.
too much of one thing and not enough of another.
when did we lose our sense of balance out of balance?
can we ever gain it back?
when the earth moves again.
pay attention, folks.
the times of dreams come true.
be careful.

something gets lost in the translation.
we all are confused.
don’t deny it.
become one with it and allow it to transform you into realizations of yourself.
join us laughing screaming alone in the void inside his head.
the joy of it.
the anguish of it.
the mediocrity of it here in the world as we know it.
we know it as we sense it.
yet the wise guys advise us against trusting our senses.
our senses are a distraction to the true reality within.
we do not understand why this must be so but we have to admit to the possibility of it and include it in with our theory of everything with everything else we’ve throw into the mix that makes sense or not whatever.
we have never understood what we are doing in this world when we actually supposedly belong in another.
who thought that up?
it doesn’t quite stand up to reason.
we would think god would be smarter than that.
but whatever.

our altered perception of this world may change its reality.
which comes first?
from the idealist view perception comes first.
from the realist view reality comes first.
from our view there is no beginning nor end so that moots that point.
a cycle of duality continuing spinning spiraling never repeating.
a wave pattern across the face of the plenum igniting it into being.
to be and not to be.
the answer is a riddle.
the infinite may be perceived with mind but not the senses.
imagination.
dreaming a dream about dreaming a dream on and on forever past and future here now.
when we see beyond the finite that rationalogic loves so well becuz it can make things do things to make $$$.
when we gaze out the window into an infinite void.
when we gaze within to find ourselves gazing without.
crashing through the maze of mirrors images shattering into silvered dust particles that make us sneeze.
to take over the world from the bad guys through spontaneous improvised synchronistical mystical magick means.
or not.
to take over our own worlds from the bad guys who have stuck it into our heads what is and what is not allowed through their constant indoctrinations.
fuck that.
death to the pigs of every shape and size and denomination.
death to them in our heads.
we annihilate those motherfuckers to smithereens with our godhead rays.
that is all that needs to be.
are we not them?

are we free yet?
free of ourselves?
that’s what the wise guys tell us to do.
the fat black cat scampers across the desk to lay in the window sill in the sun.
the wise guys tell us a lot things that we need to do.
we just wanna lay in the sun.
we’re not hurting anyone.
leave us alone.

but the wise guys have their eye set on the cosmic enterprise machine needing fresh new souls to process as part of the divine plan.
he takes another toke.
he lights another cigarette.
he sighs.

he continues wandering along on pathless paths taking in as much of everything as he can in hopes of understanding some of it.
but the more he thinks about it the more complicated it seems to get.
yet it is the complications of simplicity.
see the simple way (tao) of it.
he sees this and it still is incomprehensible to him.
something doesn’t quite add up and he’s not exactly sure what it might be.
he goes through it again mixing it up a little different each time around.
loops in his head thinking in spiraling cycles around around firing neurons this way and that way and the other way.
is he getting anywhere?
where is anywhere but here?
when is anytime but now?

the wise guys tell us our thoughts are the enemy.
we’ll never figure it out.
there is only one knowing and that is within the godhead.
and this may or may not be true.
he gives it the benefit of the doubt.
he can see it as a possibility along with so many others included in with our theory of everything.
he may have attained this godhead thing if had he bothered to try.
he’s too lazy.
he wants it now.
he watches and waits.
is it close?
how will he know it when it comes?
he is such a fool.
oh well.

everything comes and goes through his mind.
it’s a trip.
a trip downstream in a dream.
but everything constantly changing has a oneness about it.
not one thing can be grasped but everything.
here it is.
touch it.
feel the peace, love and understanding of it beneath its violent nature.
god in turmoil with itself despite its eternal bliss conscious groove thing it’s got going on.
trouble in paradise.
and we are the trouble it would seem from what the wise guys tell us.
guru jeff tells us we are the random mutating variables of change vital to the whole system being able to function – to be even able to exist.
a calm mind perceives a calm world.
a calm world creates a calm mind.
and around that goes.
his thinking is scattered hither and yon trying to think about everything at once.
how is he to get into heaven this way?
this seems to be the highway to hell.
he sighs.

as if there is any conclusion?
certainly none he is aware of.
nothing has concluded yet except in relation to human comprehension and understanding.
he’ll place his bets on everything.
spin the wheels one more time.

we are weeds coming up in the sacred cultivated garden.
we are plucked out and cast aside.
there must be nothing but beauty here.
we are ugly ugly creatures.
we have no business here.
not until we learn how to behave as we are told.
then we shall have our reward.

we are dreaming of possibilities.
we are trying to find and determine our own not to buy into someone else’s.
we make it up as we go along from bits and pieces we gather along the way of wherever we are led to wander by our gut instinct twisting turning in desire and fear when we walk between them we enter the garden.
and we have a wild party and trash the place where all our dreams are realized.
and this may or may not be true.
we shall see.

visualize world rioting.