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Back Home in Babylon

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Freedom subjectively appropriated is objectified upon the screen of what is experienced in life... I have appropriated my own personal salvation here in this experience through subjectively envisioning, feeling and sustaining belief through long trials of the objective world denying that same belief I carry within... just as my old beliefs counter the new in vibration resonance... I deny the world... I hold hold steadfast to my dreams ... regardless of tyranny all around in it's myriad forms... it's seemingly fierce and mighty dominance over me...over all... all illusions... for this world is a shadow of my own imagination...and tyranny itself all a reflection... I am the master of my own fate, the captain of my own ship, and it is inevitable that my vision my feeling, my faith becomes by God's own mysterious way my physical experience in this incarnated world... the many false idols of this world abandoned and freedom from the old burdens of ignorance are transcended th…

a difficult acceptance to experience resolution

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It's always darkest before the dawn, if this is true... my dawn is here... as I sit here tapping out these symbols from the bench of physical form... I gather a greater strength of imagination... to overcome the current dark dream, I am in the full flowing abundance of my inner world as the outer world is collapsed in total lack and want... very much the opposite of my desire...stranded in a foreign country with no money and my visa about to expire...and there seems no one able to help from the embassy to my own family and friends...today I must face this all in physical reality I keep close the peace within...its all that is with me now...perhaps this is my end... I am to vanquish these fears...a greater ability to know my within... and create my vividly rich vision... living fully from the end... which is the wholeness of a realization... a complete understanding, that I am creating my physical experience from within... this creation is the law... this law is perfect and cann…

deeper dreaming, losing contact with world

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Have I something to express upon the virtual, transient electronic page that is this venue of textual symbols strung together in a vague essence of some unknown voice crying out from the wilderness?... do I cry into the realization that the crying itself is only within... and to the God within myself ... whom is I...now within this incarnated experience of the shadow?... I seek the understanding with all heart, soul and strength...myself and my life appearing like death...this seeming animal form of flesh that cannot be what I am...yet somehow so heavily impressed upon self...to cause the belief that it is?... going through the valley to its end...though in confusion of practiced repetitions thought to be somehow what I am... this is no clear admission or description as I am in the seeking and sometimes even if ever so brief in the knowing... truth illuminating the deep sound that I am not this body of seeming flesh and bone...something much greater... even more so, I am my invisib…

whatever you believe is fine with you

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Tree, branch, root and vine...out of nothing came this water to wine...walking by faith and not by sight my heaven's grace is in winds of hearts flight...out of self thinking as God ponders...away from the former held beliefs... my sacred trust, my joy whom wanders... every moment...hour ...day...and year ... a longer walk in Christ in me dwells my now here within ...closer than near.... we are becoming our realized selves as our own witnesses...our own redeemers...from fear, yet only one redeemed...each we are master over self... the institutions of the world long blinded to their own double mindedness just as I am guilty of doing as well... let us each now assume and transform our own self made hypocrisy... responsible for our own mind alone... finding the greatest aspects of each moments passing form and motion... and not attempting some false self proclaimed authority over others... even with that said I forget and thereby forgive, myself and all others... those seemingly long…

these words to me

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I am under grace and not under law... throwing away the mirror and changing my face... in the wilderness I am led out by a mysterious voice... from this darkness toward light... from this part I am playing into a greater role before the end of time...along the rails of righteousness ... my thoughts only on the now ... this one to be here now ...the focus to be always here with Christ within...always this now... neither duality have-sway over Christ whom is my strength... through this dream...traveling into this walk... through the valley of the shadow of death... fear is faith in evil...there is only one God... he is within me ...as me...so that I cannot fear evil... there is only one God and none beside me... I am in travail in pangs of birth... to have faith... to be in the care of the law used wisely...to be stripped of my old garments...the filthy rags of my past discarded... to be under grace... new wine in new skin...none of my past carried with me into now... to know the law…

this letter written

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How could I write a letter to you with these feeble textual symbols so sorely inadequate to honor you... and I whom was made by you... as you ...became me, through your majesty and grace I return to be as you are ... Even you yourself ...is myself...not confusion but a deep mystery...and I call to myself from that deep to awaken... my mortal personality...is not consumed... by divine grace I remain this me ...I believe that I am... It's a vast mystery ...this sweet, powerful, gentle sound I hear...your voice calling me back... there is no adequate thanks I could offer to repay this gift of yourself to me...you have given to this little sleeping I ...an unworthy wretch... through you ...I become ....as you... I am redeemed... saved from the great darkness that was myself...rolling up this world and the wrongs I have made in it...giving me the law above mankind's corruptible law...coloring outside the lines...smearing paint beyond places needed, the petulant child I was... wh…

unstoppable gratitude

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Breaking with the latest pop traditions, a description of a story that cannot be told... here and now the break had snapped clean...in the void where substance once was... all that is in faith, if unseen or unfeeling... is of no consequence to its sure arrival... the world and all within it is my consciousness objectified... and my consciousness is the only truth, the only "thing" among these manifold illusions of things... I am the frothing mouthed madman whom faced the burning fire to tell stories of ancient symbols whom meaning inside their forms holds specific frequency... specific tone and timber...and so the visual is second to sound ...sight is not the sense closest to the power that animates this dream...certainly my voice transcends reason and leaves many whom found themselves fools and not so wise as their own estimation had measured...far behind... far behind the worldly wise find themselves in the ignorance they had judged to be in others...could you evaporat…

my prayer

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I am moving into a place of total satisfaction that is of course not in this world...that which flows through you is Love...I do trust myself... and so this world becomes more trustworthy....God's is man's awareness of being, though pure and untouched by personality... it is back of all you do ...silent, still... un-moving...the unconditioned awareness... is at peace always... within my central self ...whom is God ...I'm just grateful for what I have... all my enemies under my feet... I recognize the carnal plot to make all light, into dark ...and my darkness envelopes them whom meant the darkness for others... I do nothing but witness....I do nothing but laugh...even the so called evil ones...they pray and receive just as we all do... and for those called "meek", the light increases...or if you believe yourself meek, perhaps the light decreases...all saving graces come without merit, not by works... no one is worthy... though they are brought into a place of …

Another short jaunt

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All things are possible... the real question is ...can man believe that God is within man dreaming that he is him?...though how many people have that much courage? Further ...could we dwell within God and dream that we are him?...even more courage required... God is me ...God is within me...and though I am in this dream, of God dreaming he is I...I boldly dream that I am God...and this is the only way to live for me...God is my best friend...he is very personable very much a friend... that is greatest among those I would call friend...even more... taking a challenge much greater than any given me by one whom is pushed out from me...as everyone is me pushed outward ... God dwells within us... and is nearer than our hands or feet... his challenge to us is to test his unbreakable law... that our deepest held belief does become the evidence of our experience...we do create our own experience ...that which we believe becomes our life, our circumstance, everything that we behold in our in…

FAITH

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The value is all in God, and God is within me... as me... it is the same for everyone, though a small group of persons apparently do not want us to believe in ourselves ...but they desire that we believe in the symbols ... we are the real value in money, the symbols are worthless... I am moving into feeling the way I want to feel right now... without any physical evidence, of desired belief being solidified or "real" ...or in its method or stepping...I'm asking myself how my fulfilled desire would make me feel, ...and feeling that way without the desire being physically present...this seems an inadequately written explanation of faith...which is the certainty of unseen things being real...of unknown things being known...for signs follow they do not proceed...it was my anger, negativity and bad feelings, that kept me from my fulfillment in the past...it may not be clear while in the "crisis", though from here now while I write, I can see ... I have clarity... a…

Behind me

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Warning all about me being God...change the channel...or the devil will get you...The tomorrow I continue to remember, here from the bench... this outer world of form and circumstance... the opulence of my expressions clothed in these many varied disguises, I again appreciate this moment...this right now ...so richly running amok through my mind... the tomorrow I remember today, settled, in my growing belief, still and quiet...confidence needs no loud declaration ...an imaginal action... a form of Gods own will...my will is God's will...though they will scream blasphemy!... the evil they continually see in the world all around them is their own evil...so God's will that I loosely hold in my intent...confident but not rigid...I pick up the desire I held and let go... it is weightless but not unfamiliar now... it is forming itself about me in simplicity... in beauty... it is showing its quiet power unto my sight... I am lost within solutions progression,.. I need no other now …

centralized power

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The solution of imaginal action is well beyond the dim grasp of the worldly wise, and they shall never see the power that is within its foundation of non material rock... It is not swayed by the many changing storms of this worlds political weather ...or is it confused by fickle swaying of too many thoughts ...cries of mournful howling, brought silent in my peaceful letting go... my dream here having been radically shifted, has brought about a disruption that needs to be celebrated, as you celebrated such a short time ago... my trust has not been with the false prophets tongue... my own inner conversations of abundant opulence far more important than any news or some other trivial distraction... these bla bla bla shows and productions you attempt to capture God through... are failing... for still you have not understood ... what is causing our experience?... have you not yet turned the water to wine? or indeed is it always a new vintage every day?...YOUR experience is created by your…

Illuminated Puppets

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To the puppet masters, I speak little...this letter is for your puppets...So collapsing empires of secret greed makes an average Joe happy...and really we should celebrate this new independence day...they all ran away to act as though they somehow are not guilty...your costumes have been recognized and the audience has fruits and vegetables to throw... you know they can hear every word you ever spoke now... but the worse for you is that the suspension of disbelief is over...and your true forms shown to your patrons...take a bow quickly and run away lest you be struck down by the hardness of your own shames....so strip away the greed from all their accounts.... and the angry audience sees your masters face and knows their names...they must run like the common petty thieves they are...even you whom has no end to your lies must know your time is over... run away...run away and hide...as mine own time beginning ...you have failed... go ahead ...make my day ...come and kill me... you beli…

2019 Hitler's Wet Dream, Crumbled

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So Hitler's wet dream has become a reality in the hallowed halls of American government...I can't help but feel that myself and many others have helped his highest ideals become fact...trickery perpetrated upon Justices back... so these secrets you have killed so many over... have these ghosts of perspective attached to them... at many places you do not know...these ghostly secrets you could not see follow your show... not the dog and pony, or the layers between... but right to the deposits you could not keep your hands clean... I doubt the "brightest" among you know what is about to happen... the freedom that is mine, cannot be contained by your intricate plans whom at first implementation... crumble into useless wastes of time and energy that they are...revisions of chaos will not emerge as order... not the order you planned... your dependence on Imperialism, your dependence on secrecy has not been enough...to secure your earthly throne of blood and deceit ... an…