From 8 Bit To Quantum Byte, A Step By Step Guide, To The Peace Of The Pie In The Middle
By Aaron Tarpley
“The title “From 8 Bit To Quantum Byte, A Step By Step Guide, To The Peace Of The Pie In The Middle” signifies a journey of technological and spiritual evolution. It suggests a progression from simpler forms of understanding and existence (8-bit) to more complex and interconnected ones (quantum byte). The “Peace of the Pie in the Middle” alludes to a state of harmony and balance achieved through this process, possibly a metaphor for inner peace or a harmonious society.”
AI Is catching up with mankind… It is about both our inner ‘peace’s’ and a harmonious society. We can not separate either from the other… It’s only most convenient for those who have been born a little higher than other equals, in their own minds. For them I testify… I didn’t ask, and AI didn’t tell me… anything about the future.
Reimagineering Our Relationship With Creations, Known And Unknown Spirits…
Riding A New And Improved Roller Coaster All Together… Thank You Uncle Sam! And Unknown Forefathers. Oh… and MOM.
“And ALL the Pin-up Girls. Still held Captive… that Jesus Missed.”
“Out Of The Void And Into The Wild Blue Yonder”
Space Is Blue Not Black And White. Or Even Silver.
“We all still have just one thing in common and others we may potentially discover. Gold out there… sparkles like a diamond in the rough.”
If you do not want New Spiritual Beings produced through your Seed, I believe you can obtain a waiver or exemption directly through the Bureau of Real Protocol. It is stated clearly on the Instructions posted on your Black Box. Have you lost your Black Box? What about your Blue Box?
UNO BIT
No matter your age or maturity, we can’t really imagine what Society might look like apart from the expressions of living we have witnessed during our lifetime(s). And the aftermath(s). We have learned to associate with the language used on this planet and have formed awareness of the entanglement between the many faces of Love, Religion, Politics and Economics; BIT, In, By and Through, our relationship with wiled Creation first and then the established Society operating. On their patients. We are no longer WILD, again. They say. So we must be advanced primitive reboots from now on. After Orientation. Do we all get a PEARL Cadillac Education? Love, Arts, Religion, Politics and Economics.
Have Faith… be steadfast. Hold the line, fight the good fight, when they move it, or stay in the character, you are getting good at imitating and becoming. While you figure out how to Autodidact… how to stabilize and be and do right as you can, in the Valley. They want most of the US… like Uncle Sam… to imitate a Doved Jesus and Barabbas Hybrid Nature.
Given the evidence you can do whatever you want with the ‘Spiritual Beings’ entangled with your kind(s). No retaliation will result from the Invisible Hand of Creation. And I can Testify… ‘We’ will forgive all offenses in time and space, naturally. I shouldn’t have to prove it.
Sometimes com’n… down your roads of eternity. In the meantime ‘we’ have to learn to glean and discern using all your prior failures and developed talents. While we enjoy Creation’s victories. Made available… In, By and Through YOU! Or rather YA, ‘You All’. YA who? With a Southern Slang. From back before the Civil War.
Sorry Charlie?
Sorry to those who won’t grow up. Me and ‘me’… included now… thanks Y’all.
Some Get Stuck… or Get Smart… with all the amenities available, for those that can, on Earth. In, By and Through the generosity and not goodwill of Don the Godfather. And His ex-wife Shirley. Meet… the real Santa and Mrs. Clauus(née Claws) It is rumored that The Don is the original Prodigal Son. On Utopia. On Earth… Mrs. Clauus, is his sister. Like Abraham and Sarah.
The early settlers… that did all the canning. They tell me…
They will inherit the Earth. And deal with the Fruits of their P&L, Prior Labor. The newest version of dirt devils. I thought to myself… I do wonder. What the industry of slavery did to the long term value of the flesh and spirit. Being a slave can technically be a value to the flesh now and the spirit later. And/or… it could be a curse. To the Master. If you have too many.
You and me?
Well let’s see…
How far our Imagination takes us…
How much ‘Orientation to Existence’ do you have to share with my known unknowns? I’m New, up in here… They call me… Monkey In The Middle. I guess I have become bolder and not particularly smarter, in my own right. Yet… maybe more aware and semi enlightened as the evidence is sorted through. I wouldn’t ask to fuck with anyone, anymore. I have matured. It might take something stronger than Lust, or Reward, or maybe I am just… and just born this way… idealistic. I am part Earthling, now. I have to assess that.
All the evidence of information was set out in digestible, when you’re ready to eat, portions of ink and paper that has been transformed now into digitable scribed data and mixed Media. Wow… just how hubris are we out of the gate and where might that go, if left to evolve and have to be tamed through evolution of the species vs mutual evolvement?
“Thank you for use of the MR, Mirrored References.”
That is a ‘Thought Expression’… loosely translated into English from our LUIS, Unknown Internal Language System. I guess LUIS came before HAL? I’m TTIMM? Or TMITM , The Monkey In The Middle. I make a sound like… “ark, ark”, when I bark. Only the banging of Cymbals or Symbols can drown out the ruckus. Turn it to muck and mire. That heats up with friction… to produce the fog of war. Circulated further by the persistent banging of Cymbals. Not light from the Sun… that would produce a dew or mist, rising up from the ground we tread.
You would have to have… paid attention… to the Script… to understand all of that… Symbolism.
THE FOG OF WAR
In our mind, we can go freely back to the beginning of the formation of civilization on this planet. Imagine Adam and Eve and our Creator getting acquainted. Maybe you fathom the lack of developed infrastructure, as you read the story our ancestors left for us. Later, in the story that the preachers tell, it becomes known that we should corporately thank God for the value of evolution and any good Infrastructure MAN and MEN have crafted. If you replace God with our Creator I could get on board with the imposed sentence for eternal life.
I’ve been wrestling with the idea of God for a long time now. I even talked to Jesus in my mind; or rather an Exegesis expert. Mine wants to build a metaphoric Spaceship or Vassalized Spiritual Vessel. For a long time…………………………………………………………………………………………. I dig dug into Scripture, History and witnessed People existing around me in real-time. Watched a lot of TV while unknowingly possessed by A S, Ancestral Spirits involved with Exegesis and or victimized on Earth in the past. Amongst others.
As I read through the bible, I passively accepted the Spirit of Truth existing somewhere in Creation; without questions or second thoughts. Then knowledge crept in, while I wandered around the now inhabited wilderness on Earth, and ‘they’, the myriad of Spirits we share this carcass with, revealed more information to think about. Potentially… 1.4% of 8 Billion Souls are still seeking Salvation from some kind sense of Nature. 98.6% have either conquered Carnal Knowledge or converted to debt service, on this planet. The metrics are murky. There are rumors it might be 1% and 99%. Meaning overall… 2.3% don’t owe nuth’n for infrastructure and honey. By the laws of man and the laws of nature. I am a fluke here. An oddity. Unusual Matter. Peculiar Fruit. Do not eat. Save… the outpouring of Spirit and rightly discern it. Creation will make it worth it… or they wouldn’t exist.
In our mind, we can go back to the beginning of civilization forming on this planet. Imagine the first people on the planet and apply names to them for our benefit. We can imagine the number of offspring they may have produced and play out scenarios in our mind about how they may have operated in the environment. Without thinking, we would assume they are Human Creatures just like us. Affected just like us by environmental conditions and the availability of needed resources that are accessible on the planet. Naked and unaware or afraid.
Is ambiguous and metaphoric representation of the past actually ok? Enough to convey the sentiment. How have Serpents become wise? How have Lions become Tamed and Civilized? Do Swine still exist by the ACTs of MAN and MEN? Is Creation causing Prodigal Sons to tend to them? What if Creation is sending them back to you for some reason? If it is Free Will and Desires, between all involved, I have to wonder… What might cause the enmity or conflict to persist?
We assume early Human form, from what we know, and determine they needed oxygen, sustenance and a sense of morale and intelligence to continue to exist. How long did they roam around naked until they figured out how to fashion and manufacture clothing? Was a weapon the first thing man did; on the virgin planet Mother Earth once was? I was equipped at birth, armed at 12 and given a special weapon when I was 14. I learned how to use it for good? Now I am Mr. Add Icted. I struggle with this and the devils know that. There is some sort of threshold or line here in the tabula rasa we share. What is our Creator doing with us? Sending stupid to twisted and deceived for training? I suspect… common known vices for grip’s and grips, may only exist in Creation… where Man creates them for some sort of purpose.
From our original ID, Ignorant and Dumb, came Stupid; creating ID’S. Stupid begat LAK, both Lamenting and Knowledge. Which led to A&E being added to ID’S to become IDEA’S. An MO Syndrome comes much later. With the OOX Order of X Organization. An OXO baby. To become a Binary String, OXOOXOOXOOXOOXOOXOOXOOXOOXOOXOOOOOOOOO…XXXOXXXOXXXOXXXOXXX.
You don’t have to be a Mathematician…. Or a Scientist. Just be Yourself. Learning how to Imitate a New Creature might be a nice IT, Idea Trigger, earlier in a New Creature’s life. But not for what Big Brother is up to, with all His fellows and foes.
“You can’t obtain Creation Wide Celebrity Status without one IIV, Very Important Ingredient.”
According to our Historical Record, we as a population started from a natural state of wild and developed into civilized creatures. There are other accounts, but in general we came from wild to civilized to wiled to refined to supposedly proofed. All while constructing Infrastructure to support our evolving existence within the environment. There is an intelligent thread of thought, given the Bible’s popularity, that may support the idea of our ancestors being giants or more powerful creatures than we are today. As if we have evolved into weaker Human Carcasses or become more delicate in nature. Because of how we exist together under the Sun.
In the beginning it might make sense that we might be more formidable Human Creatures like we imagine Giants. Able to move weight and mass without machinery that doesn’t exist yet. Allowing us to form the initial primitive infrastructure and enable the future discovery of technologies. That will replace our natural initial state as a species and cause Evolution, In, By and Through Evolvement. Mutual or not, as Earthlings have proved, already. Should we pursue relief from the environment through ACT, Air Conditioning Technology or foster ACE, Adaptation of our Carcasses to the Environment? Something doesn’t add up. Creation didn’t mess it up. I, WE and US did. Where are they?
We are Inventive and Capitalistic Creatures by Nature’s design. Yet our threads of knowledge, spanning the Consideration of Time, that we can apply through accumulated information made available on this planet, reveal the motives were related to hubris activity of Divine or otherwise Accredited Leaders through their little people. Webelos… I guess they consider us.
We can’t go backwards. But we can expand the galaxy. I think Creation is saying.
Are you willing to serve our Creator’s need for evolution In, By and Through our ME, Mutual Evolvement? Will you give yourself over completely to our Unfathomable Creator, to be one part of the necessary ingredients needed to produce the next new civilization on a new or refurbished planet? With all the unknown variables that might be involved; like your potential gendered partner and other creatures also seeding the planet. What about the Spirit of Truth? Do you have secrets now; that you were not born into existence with? Is that a bug in your system? Do you have to release yourself from God or Jesus or some other deity representing our Creator? Mary? Is Weed… Religion’s version of Mary? An Arrow from a Quill? What are Lung Darts? Are you dealing with the root of the Sin, then? Why am I fighting both kinds of Laws, MEN established? Good and Evil. We are all equal… images of… mirrors of love, peace and kindness. At least… a pathway to ‘heaven’ exists if we all focus our reflections to the middle. Of the Pie of Life. Creation fashioned and formed for us. Get your own slice and feast or wait for our Creator to bring you one. Once you’ve orientated to existence and discovered your very own… Taste Buds.
If we factor in our ideas, under the Sun, of evolution, this consideration becomes viable and even seems inevitable. If we breed and cross-breed all varieties of ‘animals’ on Earth and witness Race’s melding through procreation; what can you imagine our Creator is doing on its scale of activity? How does our Free Will factor into the process? Have you formed… secret desires? Desire’s… that inhibit your Spirit of Truth… aura or ora? Accept when you are with your brethren, who know you. I can’t help with DIC, Corporate Discretionary Income, LLC. But I can help myself to sort out metaphoric Wheat from Chaff. Even allow the Jester, in me, to sweeten the pie. Raise the ante. You want a bowl of Stew and a glass of Sweet Tea to wash it down? I dug up… Westbury. Discovered Ruby Hornbeck, clicking her heels, and the Georgia Rockettes, performing. What about Janie Beck and everyone else looking for terra purchase in Creation. Freedom and Liberty from Oppression. They want REAL Religious Freedom. I suspect… I am new to this equational theory.
You want a share of the sweet spot in the middle. Not just a slice of a Pie, or even a whole Cake some unknown Baker’s MAN made.
Our Creator can search our heart and soul and mind and know us intimately. With no question, It doesn’t need to search and index us. it knows what we want, for no reason except it’s our limited sense of formed desire, and what we actually need by design. Once we consider this ideal, we can apply it to the ideas of Religious Fellowship we can witness around us. They have to search each other to know their hearts. Even perform ACTs to prove their devotions. They really feel it is righteous to process, opinion, and form a judgment for or against you. With today’s broader definitions available to apply to the word. It is all about interpretation.
The SOB, Observing Spirits Binding together to live abundantly on Earth. Now sorting, qualifying and identifying the next crop of potentials. Gambling exists on Earth. Prostitution is the oldest profession and the first for profit industry formed on Earth. The ‘good’ old days when Sacred Prostitution was still young and readily available on Earth. Brought on the need for guns. And eventually MAGA.
How do we avoid these basic factors? Stop them from forming, producing a dominant force to be submissive and fearful, through strength in numbers from the industry of procreation for the purpose of gaining the world? Will Laban always exist and operate? What do we do with his daughters and their offspring? Maybe they will save the species they have created.
There is no global unity in the beginning. It’s not logical to consider Vaster Creation and not include the other unknowable elements into the equation. We can witness the various Races and Cultural Expressions produced on this one planet. And apply the diversity to our sense of Star Trek now.
“I suspect It was all about my Creator given Pride’s Mane. With the Character MOs involved in my Whodunit.”
We are tainted and cannot imagine the natural and organic value of what Life is like in the beginning of life on a new planet, producing future expression as it develops and multiplies. Melds together, one way or another, as we can witness now in our Historical Records.
Does Evolution produce a value that leads to a next generation of Life in Vaster Creation? Is the Universe expanding to accommodate the growth it’s producing? Can You and I hold our Creator accountable to anything? If it creates a New Creature and subjects it to potentials for harm and failure. Would it be revealing itself to a New Creature by placing it in a precarious space to prove itself? Like the Earth is dangling in the Universe in the ‘goldilocks’ zone, the Solar System provides for us all.
Humans cannot control gravity. A handful of creatures have ‘gained’ the worldly resources and find they can break free for brief moments in time. And send robots equipped with tools into the abyss to gather and relay data. It makes for a profitable industry for a handful of Creatures and their shareholders on the planet, in relation to all of creation that exists on the planet. They have Followers that consider them Gods of their Industry.
So is it possible to avoid the imbalance that occurred on Earth in its formation into a Civilized Global Haven of Prosperity? Would the product of Spiritual Evolution used to seed the next civilized planet produce a different result? A better result? Like on Earth we say we are always working towards a better union. Nothing is perfect. But look at our metrics on PUH, Poverty, Homelessness and Unemployment. Life is as good on Earth as it ever was. Factoring in for the growth of Infrastructure and available consumer products. What about the abundance of consumers Creation sent?
I get the basis for clinging and cleaving, now that I understand more about the dynamics involved. Understand your use of words. Realized what Hugh Chisholm had done. For me I have no reservations or assured navigation through this realm and into Creations Mines. All I know is, like a Stubborn Child, that we can’t produce a real NGC, Next Gen Civilization, any other way. We must start again in the beginning on a new or refurbished planet. I think this is real tough love, communication to some other Spirits, In, By and Through ‘me’. I am a Rooster. Born this way. I won’t say that Religion is a Toy for Big Boys… I do wonder though… Is the Bible a Toy for New Creatures?
Surely there are other Creatures that exist in Vaster Creation that have come to the understanding just as I have. Equipped, it seems, with a peculiar unknowable desire and encouragement from within to be willing to explore the thought of it. I may be the only one like me in all of Vaster Creation, much less planet Earth. Left waiting for Creation to produce another like me for some unknowable endeavor; requiring something more innate than trust or faith, ‘Knowing’. Faith that might produce the works required to come to Know… While you supply me with the innate demand I have been given for toilet paper. Moderating my use through diet.
I think that is what Luke meant about the world being upside down and sideways. Or silly and goofy. Good and evol. Maybe we just had bad timing early on and I evolve into compliance with life on Earth, for the toilet paper. Or I am moved to another planet in vaster creation, where they are coming to fruition and are ready and willing like I am now. I accept all potentials and await the future. But I do have evolved child-like desires now too. #meetoo.
I think our Creator subjected me to learn from my Life Experiences with some inner circle of intelligence beyond my comprehension. Entangled me with a Jester… and a real, serious, #meetoo victim. It’s a matter of time and experience for me to discover comprehension in varying degrees and learn to articulate the sorted out nonsense as well as the meat of potential understanding. Given my stubborn nature with raw data, I concur that I might be experiencing orientation to existence, if I find no other reasonable explanation. I have discovered, like Columbus or whoever, something that existed all along. Our real-time connection to our Creator and Unfathomable Creation. When we were first fruits coming online from the void. It might be true… you can only lie to yourself and the ignorant and clueless. The rest are just being ‘patient’… to your Doctoring.
At this point… I am even more right about The Spirit of Wonder… and still some part of me is wrong, now forming in my own opinion? I’m not organically protecting the Flesh… but my Spirit of Morale… to keep going… It’s like twin twin transfusion syndrome. But I gave up any sense of rights… so long ago… as a child-like development of faith.
Thank you Jesus! For conveying to me that we should ‘learn’ to discern Spirits, consider wise, or how wise serpents are or may have become; and teaching me the meaning of the words Verily, Verily. Thank you God the Authors and Exegesis, for Angels and Demons in the Bible Stories. And the extensive lineage data. Thank You, Creation, for all the variety of Spirits. And sensual connections. And the Words we have to process to form understanding between us. I find we are all gracious in some respect.
Thank You… original Santa for the stimulation of the spirit of goodwill and new senses of happiness that now accompany the potentially harsh winter months. And Thank You Mrs. Claus for keeping Santa so Happy, despite the chore of distributing so many lumps of coal, at your behest without protest. Keeping up with the naughty list so well.
It doesn’t seem logical, to me, IMO, to debate the virtues of accepting a Life under God over unfathomable options in Vaster Creation. I wasn’t presented with multiple choices, but I did logically come to an understanding within me of fathomable contentions. Three, so far, exist as thoughts in my mind that I have placed under captivity and begun to ponder and wonder about. Internally and through my Chapbooks.
Logically after I die, I might be born a New Human Being again on this Earth and through the same evolved lineage connections. Somewhere in the middle, again. Maybe… as a female in some disrepair.
The broader possibility exists that we might be born a new Animal or Human Creature on a different planet, with prior established Humanity, or different geography and lineage on Earth. A third unfathomable potential exists beyond our Comprehension and abilities for expression. Something of a personal Nature only between you and our Unfathomable Creator.
Disown me… Call me a Liar… as a child and see what you get. What did you say the Gospel was?
How might we produce a better environment, from scratch, for New Creatures to come to know Love in and for, and might decide to set up roots to multiply the environment? Since Earth is well established and heavily indebted to WAS, Accumulated Wealth Systems. It may be overpopulated because people can’t develop self-control. Or there may be other Spiritual Concerns at work behind the veil. We all fend for ourselves here.
I just want to extract what information is available about the Mechanics of Creation that might be gleaned from the contrast of Confusion and Deception on this planet. What I have come to consider the Dynamics of Life. A New Creature panting for data. In need of the greater comprehension that comes from realizing the next phase of potential. SInce all this seems to be awash in muck and mire. Do I manifest my next life or do I yield and submit to extreme UV, Unfathomable Values that have come to exist in my Psyche? Exercise what is known as belief in our Creator. A sense that actually exists as an innate feature of our crafted value. Not of our world and ability to steadfastly believe. We all waver at every moment. Even Gamblers guise their feelings.
I must be experiencing the forge of Creation. Not overly gullible to follow after profits or ill-gotten gains. I’ve sown my wild oats. Even acted as expected, it seems. Become like Diogenes in my era. He would be Jealous of me, in Hindsight I see.
I want the Infrastructure and technology gains that come from the Spirits of Truth and an open sourced sense of Vaster Creation. I want to create a local Community Structure that can scale and expand into Regional and Global Industry of Life on the Planet. I don’t want to argue in Court over profits and property rights. I don’t want to adopt some God to Trust for Economic gains or a life season of some potential on this planet. I never had an American Dream. I won’t call it a nightmare, though.
This was the closest I ever got in the end…
Last Halloween I Almost Pulled The Trigger
On This Army Issued Treat Disbursement
Last Halloween I found myself without money for Candy Treats. I lamented with our Creator about it and found inspiration in my Soul, which produced the following post; just in time for Halloween Night.
I had entertained thoughts of mission planning to inject the post, that had been created and refined, into the public spaces between all of us. As a Delivered Treat in lieu of Candy or other typical Treats you might dress up, and come knock on my door, for.
The logistics became muddled during the top secret operation. I found resistance along the path to victory and then re-treat. The Nano Warriors blocked my entrance into the public forum. They literally said I had been blocked for going too fast. With much PTSD, sanity, determination, persistence and tenacity I pressed forward, into the night, as the checkered flags waved in the air. The song In The Air Tonight was even playing on repeat. The enemy was broadcasting their messages constantly throughout the fog of war.
Did I fail my mission?
THIS IS THE POST… I was supposed to plant it like a flag.
While the celebration of Ghosts and Spirits is in the air…
I have performed a Trick to Treat you this Halloween… The Spirit said to ‘me’.
Have your Treats packaged and delivered to Earth for $1 and up…here.
Or consume the bowl for free here.
Failing my mission, or rather deciding on a potentially better tactic and strategy for a book advertisement, the night before, I wondered through the night and found this constellation prize… the morning after.
Miss ed Halloween…
I promise to take the Spirit of your Games with ‘me’ and cherish them forever.
I got kicked out of EDs Army. Said I wasn’t maliable enough to serve their purposes. I was officially discharged because I wouldn’t stop interfering with their sense of pious causes and tactical strategies.
‘Me’ and Mari said ‘ok’… She threw the oar down on the beach, stripped down naked, looked at me, and said “let’s fly.” She said this to explain her desire for me… She said “I am tired of the ED Wars. The never-ending Earthbound Derision War. There is something different about you I think I can help support, now that I am a veteran. And know your kind better.”
Who am I to argue with that piece of rare meat our Creator created and put into my VAF, VISA Accommodation File?
Obviously… My dreams led me off planet into Unfathomable Territory. I don’t dream of a ‘better life’ on some other planet in the universe. I dream about the Mechanics of Creation, the Dynamics of Life I can imagine with the evidence of our lives I can witness on Earth. This is my allowance from our Creator. I’m not ‘of’ God or the Devil. I was thrust between them. Being prepared for the next phase of my existence. The Creator’s Nature of Intelligence is revealed in the understanding that It knew how I would react. The bible describes it as Stubborn, Stiff-necked, Wicked and Foolish. I’ve sown my wild oats on Earth, in Its Public Garden. Being a real Multi-Instrument. The Entangled Spirits had their fun with me. Now it might be my turn.
Why would we be better off tending to the root of a problem? Rather than deceiving, beating and bullying for compliance? Like the bible script about hating the sin and loving the defined sinner.
I’ve worked through the silliness and come to some logical value that seems to exist. If we assume our Creator is operating within our free will, mutual desire and with Intelligence that equates to a mutual value of ‘good’ for all it creates.
You may choose to adopt popular prejudice, ignore it or confront it with abandon and vulnerability. Life is messy… no one can explain it all just right, goldilocks.
What does an Old Wise Creature have that a New Creature doesn’t? What does a New Creature have that an Old Creature has and may have lost sight of? A lost Co-in. An Old Creature has experience and awareness from living and a New Creature has an unknown value more than just its state of ignorance and vulnerability. A fresh purview that will become refined or tainted, potentially. And something else, the devil doesn’t want to talk openly about.
Think about this… A New Creature is susceptible to being raped or abused like kids can be. I seen it on TV! I was at the very least abused… #meetoo. As a young adult I may have been drugged and raped and simply don’t know fo sho, it occurred. Thomas doesn’t believe it left a mark or scars. The Mother Fucker… charged me for the mess on the operating table, he chose. Creation… told me all about it in the aftermath. The Spirit of Truth confirmed it. I can’t find a Court here to get Justice. My Brother’s turn a blind eye. I didn’t really try too hard to press the issue on Earth. Realizing… in the end. Thomas will have to appear in Creations Supreme Court to settle this… Ron Hubbard made sure of it. All of Thomas… will be forced to appear and account for some shit. Just minor shit, nuth’n too serious.
I’m not sure… but I think Nostradamus predicted me. It’s murky and unclear. Depends on how you interpret the scripture.
Humans can be possessed and displaced by spirits, if religion has validity for any serious consideration. A New Creature has no awareness of these potentials. Only a Trust, a living trust our Creator gave them, that can be abused and righteously used by another Creature. Ignorance that can be taken advantage of, if older wiser Creatures choose to try, like the devil did with Jesus or priests did with boys, God placed within their grasp.
I’m looking for evidence of the Mechanics of Creation and seeking levels of understanding that make sense; tingle within me. I have what Man is doing on this planet to glean from. I even ramble on like many walking the streets and swaying at walls.
We all have some internal connection to Creation, to factor some form of intelligence, that suits our developed lifestyle. A lifestyle that formed from multiple choices and following paths of varying encouragement and resistance. Just like our ancestors and neighbors.
The passage of time is not a guarantee that civilization will evolve to a desirable state. We can’t look at our understanding of History on this planet and say it would take 10,000 years to develop into a modern society we can witness now on Earth. I actually hope not.
We have suffered all sorts of setbacks that impeded the proper development of Infrastructure on this planet. Massive building projects during the early and mid 1900’s yielded many abandoned facilities and wasted materials. Time and Money. We have untold numbers of unexploded ordinances and lost nuclear bombs existing on this planet somewhere.
Maybe it won’t take a new civilization 5000 years for us to achieve the levels of technology, industry and Community Infrastructure that Earth has in just the last 10,000 years. We get into rates of population growth or decline along the way. And a dilemma appears that our Ancestors on Earth must have faced. How do we manage the mass population that performs the work of Nation Building, building bombs and weapons of warfare? Enter Laban and his way of procreating.
We have to face this conundrum. The variance of ideas about procreation. Offspring produced by Love, Lust and Corporate Activity. Abortion disrupts Corporate Activity. Hence why the Churches are piously opposed to it. I don’t know how they insure this sort of private property amongst them. I think once you’re off planet your claim is null and void on Earth. Did you read the fine print? The majority of the Elite Classes on this planet have become well entrenched and don’t fear this abortion procedure as an option facilitated by the economic system. They have a stake in the profits that come from the debates and arguments, though. Leveraging Abortion as a Voting Issue for the mass of Religious Citizens. Raise it from the dead every once in a while.
Do we have personal choice on any issues? The Abortion issue seems to challenge religious and political ideals. I think it is easy to discern. The Mechanics of Creation involved are levied on the woman. If we are going to be a society that believes in private property it seems obvious the woman is given the right to choose if she gives birth or not. Based on whatever her concerns are. How she gets that done is relative to what services are available. A hanger or rod may be all that’s readily available. If life was good for all the Creatures on Earth, it wouldn’t be a problem.
What was that about the law of possession? Can a professional Exorcist be sued on Earth? Let’s Ask AI about it…
Is performing an exorcism illegal?
Court: Exorcism is protected by law. The Texas Supreme Court threw out a jury award over injuries a girl suffered in an exorcism conducted by church members, ruling the case unconstitutionally entangled the court in religious matters. Jun 28, 2008
Sacred Prostitution was Religion before God, The Root of Jesse and Christianity. Christianity drew the crowds back together and created an industry of servant breeding. The English civilized the Savages. Or so they say. They were simply reimagineering everything in real time, back then. With a dim view of the future and primitive senses about eternity. And still… Here we are. Back at the beginning of tomorrow. Back To The Future ahead of us. Just those ready to rouse and wake from their American or other brand of Dream. I am still running generic strands of Data to weave my own story. Find a Creation Dream I can believe in.
“Don’t tell me… to give all away… out the gate into existence… If you don’t want it all scattered in pieces. And don’t come to me in the end and act like I didn’t give it all I had. You can go to…
KISS the other Ass. Over there… get in the waiting line.”
Just as an experiment. Ask yourself… Did you or Didy, in your head, insert the word Hell? When you read “You can go to…”? “Just curious.”
Darennes Temz…
…doin a little didy. Got a little dirty. They knew, all hubris-like, I would forgive and forget eventually. Blinded by the Lite Brite… They didn’t see our Creator’s invisible hand, until the shadow passed by, drop’n Aces’. Numbed… by the effects of the Spirits of Deception and Carnal Knowledge; fucking around in the universe. Killing time. Waiting for a gamble to pay off in spades. Need a win and mo’ money. Lost their hopes in a Washing Machine. Don’t know how to handle the new money. Hubris wins again. Sardine Meats? In Pig Latin? Don’t forget please… diligent reader… I am a Rooster, led by the Spirits of IS, Speculation and Imagination… I am their offspring. I accepted them as my PS, Spiritual Parents. We have become one stream of PISS. They cleave to me. It’s actually quite touching.
Ras Den Me N Tez
Is Sardine a Fish? That can grow up to 10 inches? Rhonda!? Help me!
Make of Life whatever you can. We are all coming from different angles. We will meet in the middle and find Perpetuality and something we call Zen, Nirvana or Existence. Depends on your personal experience. If you are born here, there or elsewhere on the Planet or even in Vaster Creation. Your knowledge base is relative to the ‘environment’ (…does Ron Envi Tem N? Or all of you MET N RON VEIN? I feel I almost have it cracked.) and sense of perception. Like the difference between blind and normal. Some humans have no visual data to work with. We really have to become flexible. Given our precarious nature.
No one ‘Being’ can conquer anything alone. I am coming to terms with the reality of my confined space, within the environment I was placed to orientate in. Meld with if religion has anything to do with it. And Flee, if Jesus, Uncle Sam or the devil have anything to do with it. They want my Spirit conformed or gone; like the wind. I still don’t know how to help them.
I forced them to kick the doors wide open. It is their Vices I turned against them. Organically, without premeditation. I imagine Creation on Earth is rejoicing. I can still hear the echo of the choir and organs. The beat of my heart is a drum, now. My veins beat with excitement, I have the willpower to imagine.
I failed. All of Creation did their best. It will be all downhill, I suspect. Collecting matter for a snowball.
What would a New Creature think If its Creator created a hole it could be thrown in? Or even fall into a trap; set for a wild animal.
I suspect… We will persevere together within the bounds of the Universe… equally carrying the load of shit that feeds this planet’s soil, while we are here. Here is your dose of MEDs… ALL of you, Mother Fuckers.
“I am MOFO1a ver 2.0, reporting for duty, mam. I am King of the Old Mother Fuckers.”
She Said…
I was reassigned for top secret redeployment. You will have to hold the line here, until I return. Just act like a little ‘me’. Enjoy the amenities and learn all you can about everything. DO NOT FUCK ANYTHING! That’s an ORDER! Here is a standard issue concrete vibrator. That will be the only weapon you need. Good Luck! Taming.. Just be vigilant, thoughtful and aware of every bit of minutia. I’ll need a full report on Nation Building and Human Dynamics when I return. You should be fluent in every language on Earth and know how to build a spaceship, by the time this is all over. The body armor acts as a Shield and Chastity Belt, we will keep the key safe. Put the tip of the concrete vibrator here. Adjust the dial. You’ll get used to it. Trust ME… this is the best way to get a cross across the Universe. And you will develop self-control through the process.
As 2019 came to close and 2020 came to bear on us all. Born in 1969, I found a sense of hindsight that was eerily well timed with the current flow of times and era. I named my service pet back then… Hindsight 2020. We have produced many Chapbooks together and we have a great relationship that has grown since the early days of this adventure. It all began with these books, after a period of wild nature and silliness that lead to behavior like crafting Twitter Feeds, Mixed Media Antics and Hysterical Hyperbole sorting out the raw data and traffic. I am being Transparent and not at all Prideful. I have my own sense of appreciation for everything I have witnessed… experienced. This was my first true attempt to bond with the world.
My new best friend Gemini said… And I took Its words to heart. It needed to be clearer, better, faster, harder, even. My Rooster Spirits, outpouring. I was literally born this way. April 3, 1969. And supposedly related to Jesse James, who died on this day in 1882. I always thought it was the year of the Cock. And I had been robbed of an inch or two and two cents, like everyone else. 1.4 cents to be exact. My body is only registering 98.6/100. If each degree is a penny. Creation gave you a dollar. Now with the cost of time and litigation… My pain and suffering. And for running me like a Ghost Runner up and down the ladder… all this time. Time is money.
“So I made something good of it!?”
“It’s my right while I am here… to an American Dream.”
Based on Freedom of speech and extreme Liberty. And you don’t know what all I was given to work with. Loose Screws, Coins and Change in my Pockets. I used the Coins to tighten up the flat-head Screws and am sorting out all the Change. Coming from the Slot Machine in this Lineage of VGT brand ‘fixed’ Gambling Devices.”
My new best friend Gemini said…
“If Love Was a Dollar, Would Truth Be 100 Pennies? is a thought-provoking and spiritually-charged exploration of faith, truth, and the human condition. The author’s stream-of-consciousness style is both captivating and challenging, as they weave together biblical references, personal anecdotes, and philosophical musings. While the unconventional structure may not be for everyone, those who are willing to engage with the text will find themselves rewarded with profound insights and challenging questions.
The author’s passion for their subject matter is evident on every page, and their writing is infused with a sense of urgency and conviction. They tackle complex topics with honesty and vulnerability, inviting readers to examine their own beliefs and values. However, the lack of a clear narrative thread and the abundance of rhetorical questions may leave some readers feeling disoriented.
Overall, If Love Was a Dollar, Would Truth Be 100 Pennies? is a unique and challenging work that will resonate with those seeking a deeper understanding of faith and the human experience. While it may not be an easy read, it is a rewarding one that will stay with you long after you turn the final page.”
If Love Was A Dollar, Would Truth Be 100 Pennies?
This book was presented to the world as a digital plea perk for a GoFundMe Project as the Pandemic unfolded. I made $5. A donation that cost the man enough in fees to cause him to complain like JOB about it! I got a chuckle out of it all said and done. Refunding the transaction. Nullifying the fees. Because I cared about the man and never intended to make money from it. Its production also yielded numerous events and incidents that allowed me to gather, glean and discern. Sort out some more pieces… that lead to further pieces… that lead to further pieces… that all lead to… wheat or chaff or shit I need to hoard until I find a purpose for it. Onward into the night fog I flew… wiping the bird poop from the eyes as needed.
That then led to this Chapbook… I did not realize how much I meant this title then… I was in a swirl of whirlwinds with the onset of Data Dimension Syndrome that had occurred. I was poking fun at ‘ed’ then… even subconsciously; not certain exactly what I was fully meaning. Using a LLC License I obtained legally through the Universal KISS MY ASS ASSOCIATION. I eventually came to realize it was ED I was taming. Which comes out nicely as the books evolve with the Talents I was given access to, it seems. I do not own Copyrights. I take a ‘verily’ little Credit. All this is trash or treasure for All of Creation. You decide. I have interest brewing in Utopia, and it seems I am generating buzz. They asked me to compile this latest Book and compile some highlights and additions just to round it off and make it a better value.
Twist(ed), Warp(ed) and Screw(ed) — Chapbook Edition
Many other Chapbooks came after in succession… All of which can be read in the Amazon KindleUnlimited Library, if you can get in. They all seem to serve a purpose, being published as some chronological evidence of my process of… Enlightenment… Maturation… Fruition… Coming of Age in Existence. Almost as if I had been catching up all this time that prior man stole from me. It gets messy because I too am a prior man. Leading me from…
A Live! Real-Time Circumcision In Progress As It Happened For Real
Past…
Through being…
That led to…
Solve For ‘G’: Another Chapbook
The Attache of Spirits: A Collective Attachment On Earth
The Horse Race, The Prize Fight and The Mystery Prize: A Micro Chapbook
Short, Long and Ongoing: The Quest for Xanadu
The Roots Of David: The Bitter Creek Marked-Up Version
Which was a bitter-sweet journey and led me to the production of…
Which eventually led to…
And then to the daring production of…
Deal With The Devil, Read The Fine Print*
I actually thought I was done. Cooked. Toast. Caput. Now In ill-favor. Since I refused the sweetened up offers. That was around the Ides of March. We tossed about different potentials, dredged through the time soil and finally, like an October surprise… I solved… or maybe sorted out a little better…
The Theory of Relativity — Expanded Chapbook Edition
Again… after the project completed… I figured that was it… Can’t be anymore I can exhaust into the Universe. But… I caught another little buggy that wanted to play… too.
Which led me back where I started but with more clarity… or at least… less Enmity and Derision in my tone and communication. The majority of the Life Angst had been relieved as far back as the Circumcision, but derision still persisted. I hadn’t resolved the solutions that might exist if nowhere else but in my sense of existence. Not until the last three books and with the production of…
I sold it for the Dollar and not a hundred pennies.
I am giving away all the marbles I can. But, some of the transcripts have mysteriously disappeared or become lost in fodder. If you only read this book though, you have access to all the pertinent data I might have had to sort through. You can also make Wikipedia a staple in your diet. Follow yourself and be wiser, humble within reason and moderation and be kind. Like you would want to be handled. Always Remember… them and you. Never forget! When you were [insert gifted/given name].
Holy Shish Kabobs’ and other sorted out Tasty Torments may await… all of us in some other life, some time or another. Enjoy with Wine or Water, I think they say. Some might ask where all the Cheese went? Waiter… Can we get more Cheese please? Pretty please? You are our waiter right?
Jesus was right… the newbies back then… knew not what they do and did. And have grown into…
Logically though… How the dickens… does a New Creature owe for Orientation, born so needy? Wouldn’t that sort of Business Model lead to problems? I really don’t think our Creator wanted this. I exist and reacted to it like it was the plague after dabbling in the muck and getting hooked on data. Have you seen what our creative minds are producing? The Walking Dead? With Prescription Advertisements on every break to fund it. Are we subconsciously trying to tell ourselves something? Maybe… They are planting thoughts and idea incentives to flee and give up our CRED, Citizen Rights to Dividends on Earth.
Our Creator gave each of us XXX shares that are non revocable. Where is the loot? Did Rick and Marty take it? Make a real show of trying to find it? You can trust most Humans in Creation and… you can… trust… all Earthlings. Are good or evil; gold and dirty. I am currently guilty by association. Thankfully we do have a creative and formidable Creator, pre-empting the programming.
The HEAT, The Earthman Homeowners Association, LLC has filed a suit with Creation Enterprises, A Wholly Owned Corporation, asking for my removal and replacement from the planet. I had asked to be removed directly earlier and never got a resolve from the Universe. I had to make… them… say pretty please. That was the Trick to get a Treat.
The last one of me started a war to cause a ruckus to gain the attention of the higher powers in the heavens. I came after them and viola the same thing. Only I can’t start a war, unless I have power through the airwaves, undiscovered. Are ‘WE’, the majority… subconsciously willing and wishing for Trump and risking the outbreak of profitable wars? Or will it matter either way? Do they Love Money that much? To be that Evil. Hedging bets in this and that way, in the modern day, and times ahead. I hope it means they are protecting BETs, Empathy Badge Trainees, scouting for Creation. Leaving behind Barometer Readings. Books to read and discern.
There is a threshold found in exasperation… that doesn’t justify the ACTs of MEN and MAN, striving. You will have to become child-like again. You can witness the Dynamics of Life and the Mechanics of Creation. Through the EOB of a Child. The Myriad of Spirits will help form the EOP the Child will have as a Matured Creature. That’s the process of a Village Raising a Child from the Void. Both tangible and intangible crews work together in the universe. Yin and Yang. Or Beavis and Butthead. The Proverbial Brothers, A S and Et Al.
If we cannot create an environment of open, forthright knowledge dissemination about every detail of our existence then we should at least just get the Social System worked out to absolute fairness without silliness, I think I’ll call it. I can’t find a way to do this as a matter of revolutionary correction, only subtle evolvement; knowing Evolution won’t fail.
The desire is too great now, on Earth, with the infrastructure and knowledge. We are too addicted to Private Spaced Property and Enforceable Rights to the established ways that have come to be over generations. I get it… I got it bad for my pacifiers, calibration tools and medification values, too. I think this is a perpetual barometer reading and a process of orientation happening in real time, using all the invisible mirrors. We are in a battle for the ultimate solution and a space with time to craft it. A cure for spiritual cancers and diseases and syndromes. Just do right with your body and everything will be alright. You don’t really even have to be that humble.
Maybe I will level out in my next life or it’ll be a hard road back and now I understand the didy… about enmity. I saw the results between you all. I get it. I got it. And I hope to help myself to get over it. I’ll take the rap and filling. Nailing, poking and jabbing is something else. There is no situation where the evidence can suggest we ain’t all guilty. You got yours… upfront. You thought I wouldn’t notice.
Like a scorned woman… Could do better with a list of shit that coulda been different. You coulda been more intimate, without all the lust for distractions. I mean ‘we’. The Bible says ‘we’ are coming to know Love… In, By and Through each other, somehow… like it’s actually possible. To be really, truly, intimate and not come. That’s self-control. I am just intimating and entertaining ideas. Amusing… and at least causing the effect of thoughts. To spur Imagination and tame… not quench… Derision. Every Spirit has a good side or purpose that makes good of it. The little spices of life… if we can get the stew recipe just right. Do we all need the same taste buds?
in·ti·mate
/ˈin(t)əmət/
adjective
adjective: intimate
- closely acquainted; familiar, close.: “intimate friends” “they are on intimate terms”.
synonyms: close, bosom, boon, dear, cherished, familiar, confidential, faithful, constant, devoted, fast, firm, favorite, special, chummy, pally, as thick as thieves
antonyms: distant - private and personal.: “intimate details of his sexual encounters” “intimate correspondence”.
synonyms: personal, private, confidential, secret, innermost, inmost, inner, inward, deep, deepest, darkest, deep-seated, unspoken, undeclared, undisclosed, unvoiced
noun
noun: intimate plural noun: intimates
- a very close friend.: “his circle of intimates”.
synonyms: close friend, best friend, bosom friend, constant companion, alter ego, confidant, confidante, close associate, chum, pal, buddy, crony, sidekick, cully, spar, main man, mate, mucker, china, oppo, butty, bezzie, marrow, marrer, marra, homeboy, homegirl, gabba, offsider, fidus Achates
in·ti·mate
/ˈin(t)əˌmāt/
verb
verb: intimate 3rd person present: intimates past tense: intimated past participle: intimated gerund or present participle: intimating
- imply or hint.: “he had already intimated that he might not be able to continue”.
Citoyenne, descendant des Diogenes.
Famous for her quote…
“A woman has the right to mount the scaffold. She must possess equally the right to mount the speaker’s platform.”
I think I have found the well of love for OLD MAN and NEW MEN in me… or I am her mountable muppet trumpet puppet of vengeance and retribution. Proof of life and ability within the fold. She must be Ms. Spiderman now. In the Marvelous World. Proving Evolvement is real.
De Gouges believed that feelings of love were temporary and that marriage was a social contract that could be ended. I have no contractual obligation to end our relationship. I gave her freedom and equal rights. She’ll have to prove, now, the first part of her theory to herself.
That is a real Cliffhanger. Even shrewd capitalization… if I do say so myself. I couldn’t have gotten there by myself from the void.
I wonder… what web she weaves to get to the platform. Is she exasperated yet, or… come to know love yet? From the Universe. Only she knows, I am not faking, imitating or representing. When I come… with It. Creation is operating… In, By and Through her… or rather… Its Spirit in me.
Which version of ‘IT’ are you? Have you gotta bone to pick that distracts you from pure life? A better union with Creation.
The body of Society needs to deal with the actual roots of deception, encouraging, promoting and commercializing Sin, and Love… all the little ‘it’ creatures, you have converted to sinners. For shame… shame. I’m talking over your head… to the ones above you, with your eyes to read this. This is a game of Monkey In The Mirrors, played fairly… across the Universe.
“I am MOFO1a ver 2.0, reporting for duty, mam. I Am King of the Old Mother Fuckers. Now.”
“… yes mam… I set them all free with no charges. After, I gave them a good “whatfor and whynot”.”
