The Massage and the Medium

The massage and the medium

So i start with a blank page and a blinking cursor demanding input.
Blink, blink blink, it goes, what do you have to say?

What is this everything and nothing non-sense?
What is there to say apart from making language itself jump through hoops of hopeless hope?
What did the Hopi not say?

What more to say than i love all of this, even though i hate or just don't care about most of it sometimes?

Am i trying to communicate something here or am i just writing? what is this either/or nonsense?
Is this worth reading? Can i provoke someone else to laugh, scream, think , feel, change themselves a little bit through my writing?
Am i making a full of myself, being a wizeass? Am i too fool of myself?

Even though i habitually mistrust the internet as the latest step of Babylon towards total control , where every thought and deed is under surveillance, and us as being willing victims to plug into that matrix, still, nothing of the sort is actually happening as far as i can tell, and we truly do not know the future. What is there to hide, or sur-veil , that isn't already hidden and sur-veiled ?

The short massage, as delivered, upon request for brevity, to yours truly by the notorious Kelfin Patricks Oberon at our scheduled meeting in Ye Olde Fayrie Land IS:

"We won! we won!
we won because we won!
We won because we won because we won because we one!"
(repeat as necessary)

It is wonderful that i can write this and very soon someone else out there that never met me could be reading it.
In fact it is truly amazing that i am able to do this , given my circumstances! That i am alive, coherent and focused enough on this particular communication , this weaving of meaning, to be able to write this, that i have a computer to do it with, that i have internet access at all.

That somehow this particular entity that is "me" is somehow becoming aware of all of this, and to experience all of this, as myself in a world of other, who somehow is ourselves , who somehow are a soma, a body , who despite of everything loves ,and grows, and that love and growth is the because of everything....wow!
The miracle is here! This is it folks!

Therefore everything remains to be said , unsaid, spoken, unspoken, and so froth with the eternal paradocs .... those x and y and z files in there somewhere....

The end of everything just happened. I usually just miss it.
Oh, it happened again. Excuse me .

SO, (ahem) where were we, in the www of the wei wu wei or just witchy watchy wizeass?

The neighborhood witch scheme is pretty heavy in these parts!
One witch per alter native hovel , it seems!

Despite, because and regardless of the godless goddess witches, i am just babout here , often not there but often somehow there when called for, just say my name , baby!

Despite of ALL this there seem to remain "things"; "issues"; such as:

"What are we going to do?"
"When exactly will we do it?"

It gets kind of boring forever chipping away at Babylon within and without, and getting chipped in the process quite a bit, only to see it STILL around, big style, can of coke on the forest floor and all, with no signs of it thinking about going anywhere. Or is it?
I can dig the incredibilty of manifestation. Yet i find it hard to dig, backbreaking even, the CONTINUED charade of all this. So i am supposed to "understand " something here, some cosmic job that needs to be done, an evil that needs to be live somehow , something requiring my particular Herculean task of shamanic messiah superman job!

Something that i CAN dig is manifestation. There always seems to be a delay between forming the desire , the will, flogging it to its death , or mine, and the manifestation of the desired situation .Which generally seems to come just after we've given up on it! This delay is something we experience as time, can u dig it? Are you with me here? Are you hip to my beat , are you jiving wi'me and all dat.

Well, it ain't as simplex as that ... We put our energy into something we desire to manifest , we asks or call for something and sooner or later the POTENTIAL for us to realise , to make it real, to make it happen, manifests. So we don't get what we ask for straight up , we get the opportunity to make it happen. It is up to us to realise this and act accordingly and often the opportunity comes and goes pretty quick. The problem is that my timing is still not quite there. But its going gong!

After much ado about everything and nothing, it is clear that nothing yet seems to completely stop "bad " things from happening
Shi' just happens , bro.
Is it because we cannot stop ourselves?

Yet , after a lot of "bad" things happened to me a couple of years ago, getting a-voided by The Woman Of My Life , losing money , car, most material posessions, homeless for a while, with resultant highly unforgettable feelings of self-worth, etc, usual unusual story of dis-enchantment ..after all this what remains is a person i'd much rather be than the person i was before it all came down. Its like layers of illusion are peeled away.

Like PsillyBoy said "This will only hurt a little bit. It is only the Truth , after all."
When a doctor tells you this, you know you're in for some writhing.

We still have the small matter of damage to the biosphere and us of course, war, torture and mayhem just round the corner...not to mention overpopulation and the inevitable extermination of life on the planet.

This May be just a coccoon breaking open, so let go and hold tight, right?
This May be? Mayday!

And not to mention somehow the other small matter of most people's physical dependence for food and water on a system that is not truly organically chaotic , and thus may sooner or later crash....when the supermarkets are closed in YOUR neighborhood, watch, witch or not, what you gonna do , sucker?

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