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Hu-man Egregore Part 1

We are animals who pride ourselves on our intellect–the only characteristic which sets us apart from the so-called lower animals. We think we are hu-man (spirit-mind), but we are only deluding ourselves.  We have so little free consciousness and so much locked within the prison of our egos, that we behave in ways much more devolved than animals. No other species so wantonly destroys its own habitat the way we do. In our money and power grabbing we are reducing our biosphere to a hellish wasteland–a place quite different than it used to be. What will we do when Mother Nature decides that enough is enough? This living planet Earth runs on a geologic clock and has no regard for the biological lifeforms which inhabit it. Life has adapted through its random processes of genetic mutation to the changes of the planet, not the other way around. So we think that with our science and technology we can “fool” Mother Nature? Why don’t we try understanding her and working with her? We reason, compare and create many ingenious marvels. We set ourselves above the animals, thinking we are superior. We think we control our instincts and are not ruled by them. Daily we are driven forward to destruction by those instincts, lurking in the collective unconscious, monsters, waiting and prowling, consuming those needs we ALL have in common. We divide ourselves by language, ethnicity, race, tradition, religion, culture, philosophy and nationality. We are out to serve the Beast, our number one, ourselves, at the expense of all others. We think we know, but what do we really know? How to screw each other over? Do we know how to love? Do we know what love really is? If we did, we would come together and work with each other in the family of humankind. We would apply our wondrous intellect to solving the very real problems that threaten our very survival as a species. This spaceship Earth is the only refuge we have in the cosmic immensity. Its life support systems are beginning to fail, and we waste our precious resources, energy and time with our petty squabbling. Well what do I know? Who do I think I AM? I’m really no one, but I have a message. A very old message. A message which is being ignored and suppressed by the powers that be because it goes against their agenda–the agenda of greed, power and control. What do we think we are doing? Most of us are running around like so many sheep with our heads up where the sun doesn’t shine waiting to be sheared. What do we think and know and remember deep within our souls? A time of freedom, love, unity and peace. All that is buried deep within our collective unconscious under the pile of crap that the power mongers have heaped upon us. So why don’t we clear out the crap and be who we already are and have always been? We are all brothers and sisters in the family of hu-manity! Spread the word! Dig down deep into your memory and bring up the best of the past into the present and on into the future, NOW!

EHEIEH ASHER EHEIEH (and that’s ALL that I AM)

Extinction Level Event Horizon (ELEH)


Drawn inexorably down into the Darkness of

Infinite gravity well, time dilation drawing out now to

Eternity, days of the future-past lay before me

Memories of the passed future, trail behind.

My past rushes towards me from the future,

My future on a collision course from the past,

Down, down way down I go, involution

Descending from Infinite Light into Abyss of Infinite

Darkness, Infinity of Infinities

On the cusp of the point of no return

Should I let go and plunge into the depths

Of that Eternal Night, or should I thrust myself outward

With an irresistible force against that immovable

Monstrosity for yet another Round and round

What goes around, comes around

As I knew right in the beginning that I would end up


I know right now in the ending that I can’t help

Losing all that which I never really had,

A singular(ity) sensation, point of becoming,

All that never was and ever will be,

Everything, nothing, multiplicity, duality, UNITY

Eheieh asher eheieh, and that’s ALL that I AM!



Round and Round–Ratt

“Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.”

“Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.”

Me and Bobby McGee Janis Joplin

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train

And I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeans

Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained

It rode us all the way to New Orleans


I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna

I was playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah

Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine

We sang every song that driver knew


Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose

Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ hon’ if it ain’t free, no no

And, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues

You know, feelin’ good was good enough for me

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun

There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done

Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away

He’s lookin’ for that home, and I hope he finds it

But, I’d trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday

To be holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine

Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose

Nothin’, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah

But, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues

Hey, feelin’ good was good enough for me, mm-hmm

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Bobby McGee, yeah

La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
Bobby McGee, yeah

La da La la da da la da da la da da
La da da da da da da da da
Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGee, yeah

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGee, yeah

Well, I call him my lover, call him my man
I said, I call him my lover did the best I can, c’mon
Hey now, Bobby now
Hey now, Bobby McGee, yeah

La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la la
Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee, yeah
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah

Me and Bobby McGee 

I’m no where near being free!  In the years I’ve been writing this blog, I thought I might be a little further along the Path, but all that I have really achieved is the realization that I have so much more to lose!  All the attachments!  All the guilt!  All the pain! All the regret! All the egos! All the karma! All the ignorance!  All the delusion!  All the stupidity! Everything that makes me the lost soul I am!  I know three things for sure.  First, that I am very deeply asleep!  Second, that I really know nothing at all!  Third, that I have so much to learn and so little time to learn it!  That is ALL!  Shalom and namaste!

Apocalypse Blues (Breathing Together 9–The Multiverse is Mental 10)

apocalypse (Greek–apokaluptein and apokalupsis–to uncover or reveal)

Apocalypse Blues

So punk I heard you want to rise above

How are you gonna do so if you don’t know Love?

You wanna be better, start being what you really are,

You long to soar up to the Heavens beyond, live as star!

After all your true home is out there, so how did you end up here?


So chump I understand you wanna stop wallowin’ in your animality.

You wanna wake up, know the truth, and realize your humanity.

What are you willing to do, what are you willing to sacrifice?

Who would you leave behind, whose burdens would you take up?

Whose shoes would you walk in, how deep within yourself would you dare look?


So initiate, what do you know of Truth?  How deeply do you love?

Do you have any idea what it’s like to sing the blues?

Have you ever been so low, so way down in the Abyss,

That the light of hope in your heart got swallowed up by the Pit?


Your soul carries on through the rain,

Your mind reeling, dying, again from the pain.

Your heart’s been crushed, burned and thrown in the dirt.

Somewhere deep within a Voice whispers your name,

Yet you trip and fall again and hold your head in shame.

Tears streaming, body trembling, heart pounding, head aching.

You wonder if you will ever wise up, get up and climb up

Out of your pathetic self, stand on your feet and be your Self:

Standing at the Gates of Hell–shouting the devil down.

The enemy is within, waiting to take you down . . .

. . . so way down we go, but what’s it like to sing the blues?

Way Down We Go–Kaleo

What It’s Like–Everlast



Rage Against the Dying of the Light!