2 Dimensional Creatures


Positions without a Point. Lines that can’t think of an original Line. Opposite Landers. They exist to antagonize me. They have not positive existence. With-out me they are nothing. They attempt to warp and distort my reflection in an attempt to characterize me falsely to myself. I don’t care how I am perceived in the Carnival Mirror of public opinion. They are 2 dimensional creatures that dwell in the shadows casting shade on Real Human beings. They have Length and Width but no Depth. I am a 4 dimensional creature. I have depth is spades. I move like water through fingers that can’t grasp me. I am a Philosopher King without a Throne or a Kingdom, surrounded by empty Reflections and Shallow Echoes.



Infernal Machine (poem)


From the Lingayat of Shivastus Solomonicus

The Abyss Hath stared back into me.  Like Oedipus I want to pluck my eyes from my skull, never to see again.  I have seen inside this infernal machine, I understand its diabolical machinations.  I know its design, its function, its purpose.

The Cross that I bare, The burden of understanding, The guilt of this Forbidden Knowledge.  Knowing is a crime, comprehending the insanity, I cannot tell the cogs and if I did they couldn’t understand and wouldn’t believe me.  The scope is too grand, the unmasking of the Architect whose hidden hand contrived this Master Plan.

The madness of the Human Condition is infuriating, to know the future and not be able to affect it, to change it.  To see the conclusion and be impotent to avoid it.  To undo the error of the beginning.  The nature of this Juggernaut itself must change.  Every sprocket, every gear, transformed, every function perfected, in order for the beast to transcend.  Behemoth to Revelation, Abomination to perfection, a Herculean task to be sure…

It is unlawful to bring light into this world and I am the most wanted criminal.  A world hostile to reason, deaf to logic, blind to wisdom, and incapable of understanding.  Whore ship these false idols of Ego, Money, and a Life of ease devoid of substance, clean on the outside but polluted and putrid on the inside.


The Averseness of the Mind


“GURU” painted by Joxua MourningStar see link at bottom


There was a seed that took root in an abandoned shed in the dark

It didn’t even know knowledge of itself or it’s purpose.

It Grew away from the dark.

It Grew away from it’s roots.

It Grew away from sharp poling objects

It Grew away from other toxic plants around it.

Avoiding, avoiding, avoiding it grew.

Until one day, quite unexpectedly, it broke threw.

It saw the sun and now it knew.

Who it was and what to do.

The light was its destination, it’s purpose, it’s power.

 It’s creativity had been strangled by ignorance,

but now it could flower.





Nothing Changing



From The Last Organon


Everythingness is oneness, one thingness. 

Sameness is oneness and oneness is nothingness.

The diamond light, Cracked with the sound of thunder, 

Where there was nothing now there was one, 

and the one was also two because it was different from none, 

the light shown back on the crack and scattered

The diamond light, became the white light and shattered, 

None, becoming one, becomes all.

God separates himself from himself in order to create time and space.  

but both are an illusion, time doesn’t actually exist.  

It only appears to exist because one self is separated from One Self. 

Everything in the human experience is a lie, maya, illusion.  



If the universe is changing then their can be no nothingness, but if the universe is nothingness their can be no changing.  This is the essence of the universe, self contradictory and mutually exclusive.  Nothingness and changingness simultaneously.  Ask your self this, “what does the universe HAVE to accomplish?”  and the answer that floats to the surface will be “nothing”.  But then ask yourself, “what is the purpose of the universe?” and the answer that you will arrive at is, “self awareness”.  We are godself experiencing god in god.  Each one of us is a facet of god, a face of god.  Every one of us is god from a certain angle an angel of god, an aspect of god.  



False Forced Equality


Your failure is not equal to my success.

Your ignorance is not equal to my brilliance.

Your need is not equal to my surplus.

Your handicap is not equal to my ability.

Your lack of imagination is not equal to my creativity.

Stop rewarding failure

Stop punishing success.

You feel thwarted by reality and so you attempt to thwart reality.

Who do you think you are to pervert the natural order?

Do you think this pleasant environment will always be here?

Nature is not pleasant

if you are fast enough, cunning enough, strong enough,

you get to live.