Gems in THe MeGA ROuGH: VOluME XIXIXIXIXIIXIIXIX – OnE daY
I react and respond too much to the horrors which surround me,
roar and fang with futility,
for I am harangued by my own perceptions.
Finding the many wretched,
the few of any relation to any hope of heart and soul…
And so…rather than focus on the horror, I will attempt to offer an aural amulet of hope and peace and honesty which reaches to the core…of love.
I despise the Zionist agenda and leading figures of their twisted cause and crusade…but I love the very Jewish Matisyahu. For he is a king of men.
Why are we lying to each other? To our most valuable of everythings; our Selfs? I am no christian, and aware to a fair degree of the blood that has been sliced and diced in the name of Christianity…but starting with a ‘love thy neighbour’ routine, is the best way we can try to all agree to assume as a common ground when we encounter strangers…for they are not strangers, as we have come to know the word and thing which is what the word hopes to delineate, define, express…
We begin with suspicion…the problem we have in the West especially presently, is the close to complete absence of honesty, everyone is dealing in falsehoods, even with themselves, a culture of mass deceit, of people feeling nothing but aggression, hatred, superiority and essentially insecurity towards others. A society which engenders competition not solidarity, for competition brings Profit….And this seems to remain in the shadows, as the closest to Eden we find ourselves, is ever even pondered, let alone touched, or better still embraced. For another being to draw so close, in fondness, in love and lust, so closely, that neither of you can determine, where one begins and the other ends…something too rare, yet all the more special as a result of it’s scarcity and obscurity…is the stuff to the many of fairy tales gone with belief in Santa Claus.
‘Love…Devotion…Feeling…Emotion’.
Avoiding delving into yesteryear, I find focus leaning towards the greatest poet of our times…
And yet, I pause and ponder, that most people are so herded, into what they can hear, let alone feel, that they will need a translator to find any value in a man speaking from the heart…
I never listen to saul WIlllIAms, and feel anything other than a wise man telling me…showing me…a way to live life with dignity aligned with creative zeal, geysers of mangled minds and savage souls, frothing with whatever is as honest as the forest…what is real, which is all that can ever matter.
These aural offerings are for me, pure art, expression of the soul….The closest we can come to our own Nature is only found when facing honest souls. Everything else is a game of falsehoods…Nature rarely lies, and we are Nature. However kind, forgiving, savage, deviant, the finding of our Nature may be. This must be a quest of our wakefulness…
The only constantly nourishing path is to be found through accepting the darkness and horror of humanity, of life…and focusing with everything you can be, on the happy moments.
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