Music without bass is like lightning (hello, #bitcoin!)… quite as powerful, but the thunderous silence slaps!
“Time is like an enemy leaving lovers by the side. The more you cling to love, the more you're gonna lose your mind.”
The wheels on the bus go round, and round (round and round), round, and round. The wheels on the bus go round… all through the town! #GM #PuraVida #PV
“Do not tell me what to do, who to be, or how to be,” said one apple to the other. Like humans, they’re programmed for sweetness, but not programmed to apple.
No one should use me as a poster person for a revolt. There’s nothing like that in essence. Think of me, as a think [sic.] piece. A newspaper segment that hits the burner/shredder/recycling bin as soon as it’s read. #Nostr/#Damus is a perfect vehicle because it isn’t monopolized, and several, if not all, align to this thinking. Of course the masters will try to fill it up like a landfill, but the revolutionaries of the age who set up the foundation of this app aren’t blindsided by the fallacies of the age [sic.]! Do not give in to external pressure, as the very existence of this, points to it reverberating universally. Back to the point. A warning to anyone using me as an example of a forceful expulsion of anything existent. To destroy, doesn’t always call for force. Materialism, and progress don’t match. Truth be told, #bitcoin was momentarily poisoned by individuals seeking gain, yet, as each dies or is birthed in singular form, the karmic retributions were offered like the figurative day of each [sic.] dog. Why? Because the real people behind decentralization are tired, and have seen beyond the games of pretense, and procrastination. They cannot be bought, and know the future calls for them through the past. It is not zen, or buddhism. It doesn’t have a name, what I practice, because I am an amalgamation of the entire human race.
Give only one, two, or a maximum of 4 people the illusion that they get to your head, because even subliminal is distastefully forced in this day, and age. You cannot use force to win a battle. That energy of censorship is evened out by the expanding universe.
I’ll call this #killthemasters 2, to add to part 1, yesterday.
It’s simple. Every aspect, is based on a fallacy. Power: centralization, numbers, mass indoctrination, hypnosis of the mind… nothing ongoing. A bird, flying over the ocean, can’t perch on anything, but let’s say, a whale. Thus, prepare to intermittently adapt to life underwater. Adaptability, is a weakness. Not to the new, but the old. Sirens, sounds in government/“powerful” places… mimicry. Does nature stop? Is it violent? “Kill, or be killed,” and million other sayings, are strongholds for these weak masters of nothing. Wizards of Oz, always strengthening an ever weakening curtain. By all means, including magic. However, nature walks right through. Now, “men argue, nature acts.” That is the basis of flow that the old cannot master. It arrives, steals, assimilates, and bullies newness into submission, and believe me, if you fall for it, especially by not realizing the universe is with you, the material games will cripple you to madness. Remember that the universe is always expanding, and has no ruler. What is alluded to, in gospel music, and all the cultures of the world, outside the self, is a lie, because that which is greater, lives in the lesser. You are it. Nothing outside can stop, or threaten you. When they push you to public shame in courts, and hearings, you can push them through sticking to the eternal, but they don’t understand it, because no one can play the universe. When it opens up to you, through animal/plant behavior, it’s scary. An ever present cosmic divine mystery that’s not drug induced, and never ends. It isn’t awakening, or power. Cannot be grasped. It just is strengthened by your truth. However, to undo what’s fake, you have to question what’s real. It’s not for the fainthearted, but effortless. Don’t cling to yourself, as you don’t exist. Permanence, that the old use as weapons, is an illusion. Truth, is the only thing, and reflected in the whole of existence. This is the last of this [sic.] series, as it will be like a broken record, going on and on, and that’s on purpose. Full submission to the moment/unnameable is, in itself remains a mystery, because the masters try to own what’s open for all. Only humans. Look at the other species. Laughing at the old who exist. Might I add it is cringey to know the truth, and insist on empowering a “God,” that doesn’t exist apart from self. To enforce morality, and slavery to use nationals as a means to an end. Rolling stones gather no moss. Only the still ones.
Finally observing the social media accounts bailer (out), as the ego, striving for endless perfection, that’s unachievable, other than going with the flow. Once out, there is no in. Or in. In the first place.
