EVERY NOW & THEN

The one in many,
the self in it all,
the self as it is here today, the individual
felling unconnected.
But in reality is part of the whole,
As it is on a greater scale.
Beyond all imagination.
Seen only a curtain pull away
A keyhole look fills the mind beyond
comprehension, realized 4^th dimension

This It-Is, we all breathe together.
I feel you; feel we all feel
communicate-touched-instantaneous
knowledge of, non-local quantum weirdness.

I have that memory,
that experience, and I forget it most of this time,

only to stop;
Aha, yes with a laugh of recognition
I recall-remember-fell/felt it back there,
then,
the totality of IT-IS.

Words do it not justice.
I don’t know what to call it.

QBITS

One bit, Two bits, Three bits

and… QBITS?

Quantum based talking stardust.

We can’t be the only experiment.

DISBELIEVEABILITY-jump DRIVE

Disbelievability-jump Drive

Power across the universe.

Power across the mind.

Instantaneous, time as no solid object.

Non-local communication.

Non-local transportation

from Harry to Trek to Narnia and back,

in seconds.

Driven by the Disbelievability-jump Drive Theory

A power from a chair into a book.

From little Jack Horner to Homer and Babble,

allowing belief in many a “fact”

of god and spirits, of prophets and idiots

to be twisted, turned and flipped on their backs.

The Disbelievability-jump Drive

Most powerful theoretical force in the known universe

It’s dark, it’s light, and when played just right?

The might.

Actions resulted, look: history stunted

or the course of the river’s reversed.

You laugh when you read it.

You cry when you see it.

To make matters worse,

you actually believe it…

at least for a time and a time.

again

Words on a page, the thoughts in your mind

Visions on a screen, yet the memories linger

of a reality not denied.

The use of this force, has altered the course

Of the history’s line from the beginning of time.

AND,

With technology today

The brain waves refried

Your thoughts are not your own.

The Disbeleiveablity-jump drive’s the show.

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On earth as it is in heaven

“On earth as it is in heaven,”

How could we not know?

How could I not realize until now?

Staring, the mirror back, we are

in the face of it;

uttered every day of our young lives.

Listen to the words.

If discord and disharmony

reflect, holographically,

the mirror of a greater struggle

born out of a glitch,

a power struggle

from desire’s itch.

And the need to scratch  so great

we are no more than puppets,

skin sloughed off,

claiming free will,

within the limits borne, all, within each.

The devil herself, as she is now known

tired of her work never ending.

She  IS the beginning before the one

and not as proposed, her name damaged by time,

damned by verbal slime.

She is the great mother

tired of keeping

all her children, throughout time

in line.

Now feeling the burden’s weight;

half an eternity for this universe, gone

another half to go and so abandons her children

to their fate and growing chaos.

Overboard they go flotsam through time.

Enough! They’re on their own!

 Positioned in place are watchers,

but those

chosen few,  not by her,

corrupted through time and power

and desire

subvert the real truth from all but a few.

Not aware of the upside down

The battle profoundly going on and the balance

Of the universe upset

The last ten millennium

Inflation energy dark and powerful

A coup, and words.

turned round

and galaxy’s warp and twist as from the heat,

dark matter’s cloak revealed, seeking, frantic.

The fabric, time-space, every quark reviewed,

dimensions hidden from view.

 And she escaped, withdrew.

The balance a skewed.

In reality, the power here is but its reflection,

our bifurcation, a hologram of the confusion

the bi, the division in all our lives.

Upside, down side up.

The great  mother gone, no direction.

Dethroned defamed

insult upon injury,

falsely accused, falsely named, too

deflect from the perpetrators

wars, famine, maim.

From her detractors

and for all the ills, she is worldly blamed,

falsely named.

Maybe upside down,

We, the worshiping of a clown,

falsely self crowned.

GIA, the Mother is her true name

To return?

Maybe next time around.

THE TIME MACHINE

Atoms pulse. Light has velocity. Traffic tickets cost money.

Femtoseconds, a name given to the spaces between

pulses, can be calibrated as needed.

Planetary rotational activity can be measured,

a necessity for living

events

 happen, locally, universally.

And within the human

calibrated pulses,

things can be done, too

a degree of precision.

 Time, described, writ and played,

in wishes, dreams, and books,

in videos and on stage,

an ingrained/embedded/clinging/clutching     illusion

the deepest order,

a sop,

 the tooth fairy, Santa Claus, and all the gods.

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To propose:

to go forward in time,

 would be akin to running faster than a bus,

plot its path, its mass calculated, and expect, within that very bus,

as a god, and would wish it,

to view the new and old passengers on board in their activity,

declared!

I suppose could happen?

Likewise, moving to a past-event-space, attempted and undertaken travel

 and similarly calibrated,  

yet another bus

from another space route, as you entered into the time cone path,

would serve you,

space pizza.

Or,

empty, an open manhole of a space place.

A solution to this confusion:

Step outside the universe, faster than its total motion,

and then? 

As an elevator opens

alight, and?

no thing

or,

  a bigger bus?

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Time machines are brains,

and

memories,

and so ends with the death, and the machine holder’s last breath,

a return to the infinite, timeless, always.

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 “As the earth spins, the clock ticks, the calendar flips, and you say no time?

Blaspheming old man,

you’re  insane.”

TWINKLE TWINKLE

Twinkle twinkle little star,

now we know just what you are.

Gasses flow all around.

Quark based matter up and down,

charm us with your matter bound;

seed the universe,

life abounds.

 

Heat and glow until you blow.

Twinkle twinkle, what a show.