Just Points Of View

​​They think it is just a nice word.
A thing to say now and again.
Just something to say.
Just something to say, that somehow says something about the person saying it.
A way of saying "this is how I want to be known"
And nothing more.
Just a word to be used.
Just a word that serves a purpose.
Just a word that enables them to feel like they are something good.
"I am good, because I have this word in my life, and I use it whenever I want to feel good about myself"
For most of them, there is very little behind the word, except even more words, and those words, are not even their own.
It's just a well worn word, spoken by mimicking mouths.

It's a club. It's a group. It's a gang.
And that word, is their membership card.
The word makes them belong to something. It makes them a part of something. 
It makes them feel like they are a part of something.
The word makes them into something.
It allows them to be something, rather than being a nothing.
The word stops them being just nothing.
The word is just used.
Nothing more.

It makes them blind.
It gives them a reason to be blind.
It justifies their blindness.
The word makes them see, only what they want to see.
It makes them see themselves in the way they want to see themselves.
It hides the flaws.
It makes the mirror look good.
They don't have to think, they don't have to understand, they don't have to know.
They don't have to try.
They just have to believe what they think they know about the word.
A word that can never be known.

It's a way of hearing a tune that isn't being played.
It's a way of hearing words that are not being spoken.
It's a way of dancing, when there's no music to dance to.
It's just a justified way of running away.
It's just a word, just to be used, whenever it's needed.
It's nothing more, not any more.
Not in this world.

Here are the words of this world.
Starvation. Poverty. Suffering.
War. Profit. Guns. Greed.
Lies. Excuses. Belief.
Hatred. Selfishness. Ignorance.
Anger. Fear. Confusion. 
These are our words.
These are the words of our world.
These words belong to us, and we deserve every single one of them.
We do not deserve the other word.
We don't know what it means, it's just a word, it's just something that we say.
But we all know what all those other words mean.
Those are the words we know.
Those are the words we deserve.
Every one of them. Every one of us.

If a starving man refuses food, he is either not starving, or he wants to die.
If those other words, our words, are the words you keep clinging to, then those are the words you obviously want.
If to you, that other word, is just a word, it is not the word for you.

Let me give you another word.
A very, very important word.
The word is love.
What does this word mean?
What does it mean to you?
Does it mean anything to you?
Is it important to you?
Do you know how important that word is?
Do you know how important that word is to you?
Do you know?
Do you know what love is?

Love is the word, whether you know it or not.
The other word, is not the word.
The other word is just a word.
Love is not.

I know this, and I'm telling you this so you will know.
I'm telling you this because I know.
And I know this, because I was made to know.
And I was made to know, so you could know.
And now that you know, it's now up to you.
What do you want?
What are you going to do?

The same as before.
The same as always.
Always the same, just like before.
Always the same, and always will be.
More of the same.
More war. More suffering. More hunger. More pain. More hatred. More division. More confusion.
More tears. More lies. More weakness. More belief.
All the things we always seem to want more of.
All the words we deserve.
All the words that we are.
All the words that make us.
All the words we will always have, until we want something more.
Until we want something better.
Something good.
Something we've not had before.

If you don't want this, you don't belong here.
If this is not what you want, then you need to go away.
If this is not for you, then this, whatever this is, is not for you.
So go away, and take your word, and all your other words with you.
You are not wanted here.
You don't belong here.
You don't deserve to be here.

If all you want is a word, then that is all it will ever be. Just a word.
Just something you say, and just something to say. Nothing more.
But it can be so much more, if only you would want it to be.
What do want it to be?
Just a word?
Just something you say?
Is that all?

Love is all.
God is just a word.​

You are all waiting for the miracle.
You think it will come from the skies, from the heavens, from god.
You are waiting for seas to separate. You are waiting for resurrections. You are waiting for flying horses. You are waiting for the sign you've been always assured always comes.
You are waiting for something you know cannot happen. 
Because you cannot accept what you know has already happened.
The immensity of it is too great for you. Your mind cannot handle it.
You are frightened, of course you are, how could you not be, it is scary and confusing, but it is nothing to be scared of. 

This, whatever this is, is the miracle.
The miracle is you and everything that surrounds you.
No tricks, no illusions, no fairytales, just this, the miracle of life, reality and living. 
If you need something more, then there is something wrong with your understanding.
If you need more than life, then you are doing something wrong with the life you've been given.
If you need more than the miracle of life and living, then you need to stop looking to the skies or heaven, for answers, and instead, you need to start looking at yourselves and how you have chosen to experience and appreciate the gift of life and living you've been given.
Do you really need god to 'come down' and slap you about the face before your eyes will see?
Can only god wipe away the confusion that clouds your mind?
Is god your confusion?

Rain falls from the sky and gives life.
Bombs rain down and cause death and sorrow.
This is not confusing.
This is not god.
This is us.
Nothing to do with god, nothing to do with life and the miracle of living.
All to do with us.
All to do with greed, and the desire for more than we need.
All to do with the need to express the hate and loathing we hold within ourselves for how we've allowed ourselves to become.
Self harming ourselves because we cannot be as good as god, or as beautiful as the world we've been given. 
We hate the world. We are contemptuous of it. 
Why is it so beautiful, we ask.
Why am I not?
Why can I not be as beautiful as the world appears to me?
Why am I not good enough for this world?
Why am I not good enough?

And so we rip and tear at the beauty that pains our mind, hurts our eyes and causes our conscience to question, for this is far easier than raising ourselves up, out of the mess that we are and are in.
We always take the easy option, and the easy option always preys on the weak. 
It is the cause of all our problems.
It is easy to blame them, whoever they may be. It is easy to give our lives away to something or someone else. It is easy to say "I am not good enough", it is easy to say "why am I not good enough".
It is not so easy to say "this is my fault", and "I did this, I'm to blame".

We hate how our hearts hate.
We hate ourselves for hating ourselves and others.
And the hating never ends, it just goes on.
And this downward spiral of emptiness and loathing will only take us ever further down, until we attain what it is we are all, in truth, working towards, the ultimate goal; the hating of love.

We are destroying ourselves.
We are ruining paradise.
We are killing love.​

This world is the world you want.
You've been offered a different one, but you are not interested.
You know what you want.
Excuses, bargains, television and war. 
That's what you want.

As long as it's not happening to you. As long as you are not personally affected. As long as it keeps happening over there and to them. That's fine.
As long as it's like this, this is fine for you. It's not a problem. 
Not for you.

Another ten thousand dead, another hundred thousand, another million.
It's all the same to you.
Just numbers, nothing more.

Now let's see what's on the other side. Maybe a rigged talent show, maybe a celebrity reality show, maybe a program about murder. Maybe something with sex in it.
Anything will do.
Anything except the real world, as it really is. That just won't do.

You pay for these weapons.
You pay for these wars.
You pay for them to be killed.
You.
Not them, but you.
You employ the liars, you believe their lies, you pay them to lie.
Because you want them to lie.
You want the lie, because the lie absolves you of any kind of blame.
The truth makes you guilty, the lie asks nothing of you (except that pound coin you smugly drop into the charity box as you leave the supermarket)

Christ died for your sins did he?
So whose sins are all these poor people continually dying for? 

You've always proved yourselves thoroughly deserving of the world you've always found yourselves in.

Look at the celebrities. Look at their teeth. Look how beautiful/funny/desperate they are. Don't look at yourselves or at the state of the world you live in, look over there, that couple of actors may at some point have sex, and you may be able to watch them doing it. Well not really doing it, but sort of. 

"I don't know about you, but for me, I'd much rather see a nice big pair of tits on telly, than have to look at some foreign kid with all his skin burnt off, I mean, don't get me wrong, I do care, but, you know, I've been at work all day and, I'm sorry, but that's not what I want to see while I'm having my dinner"

Thousands killed, millions traumatised, billions made.

Oh humanity, what are you?
What do you think you are?
Can you not see?
Does the truth really frighten you that much?

If you could see yourself, you would hate yourself. 
But you can't. You are blind.
And you are blind because you choose to be.
Because the truth is so bright and the blindness, so easy.

Another ten thousand slaughtered, lets make it a million. How about two. It doesn't really matter, not really. Not to you.

Now the interest rate, that is something that matters to you, because that affects your possessions and the ability you have to increase the amount of possessions you possess.
You know, your possessions.
Your money. 
Money, you know, what it's all about.

You're in big trouble humanity. And you've no idea how big the trouble you are in is, because you are blind to anything that can't be bought, excused, gawped at or fucked.

Humanity is fucked.
You are fucked.
All of you.
Every fucking one of you.
You fucking failures.

And it's only going to get worse.
Until you all wake up and realise who you are and how you've been.

Tune in tomorrow and I'll tell you why you have such a fear of being alone.
(I wonder how many more people will have been killed by then, by your tax-bought-killing-machines, manned by your 'oh so brave boys')

Oh humanity,
What are you?

​To the little computer man in the first person shooting game, it must all seem real to him. To him, it is all as real as it needs to be. His reality is real to him, and he is just as real as his reality appears to be. And of all the things that he experiences, of all that appears real to him, he has no need to doubt, why would he, it’s his world, the only world he has ever known or experienced and therefore, that world, and all that it is, is real to him, and he, a very real part of it. 
But the computer programmer who made him and the computer world that he exists in, knows it isn’t real. He knows that it is just a computer generated world, and the little man, just a little computer man in a computer game. He knows what the computer mans reality really is.
Knowing what it is, this reality of ours, isn’t really important. 
The excitement and thrill you feel when riding a rollercoaster ride isn’t in any way influenced by, or dependant on, the engineering principles that had to be obeyed in order for the rollercoaster to be constructed, though an adherence to the principles certainly contributed to the excitement you felt when riding the rollercoaster, but the principles themselves are not important to you, it is the excitement that you feel when riding the ride that is important to you, and that is why you ride it, that is why you want to ride it and look forward to riding it; the anticipation of the ride, the excitement of riding the ride, the speed, the dips and the nerve-jangling-near-misses, that is why you queue up, pay your money and ride the ride. For the overall excitement of it. 
For the feeling that it makes you feel. 
Although you may not be actively aware of it, you actually spend all of your time in this world within your mind. Your body lives in the world, but you live in your mind. When you think about the world you see, you are totally and completely within your mind. When you walk about in the physical world and physically experience it, you are actually experiencing the world from within your mind, via the perception of reality that your mind affords you. Your world, the one you see and interact with, is not within your mind, but you are always within the world of your own mind. The world you see, is actually just a playground for your mind. It’s out there, but you are in here, in your mind. And unless you know of a way of turning off your mind whilst still experiencing this reality and this world, this is how it always is, and always will be. It can be no other way. 
Why it is this way, isn’t really important. 
You are the important thing.
Whether it’s atoms, or quarks, some strings, or the ‘bits’ of a string, is of no real importance to you. The stars that shone brightly and died quietly billions of years ago, the vast and distant galaxies that no human being will ever visit, or the events that occur beyond the horizon of the cosmos, are all very interesting things, in fact, staggeringly so, but they are not really important things. Not to you or me. They are merely stories for another day; a day that you or I will never see. A theoretical physicist may tear his or her hair out at the seemingly small-mindedness of such a declaration, an ardent evolutionist may point his or her finger furiously at the ‘record in the rocks’ when hearing, as blatant an absurdity as he or she may regard my disregard of such things, but in reality, to you and me, in the day-to-day and the here and now that we all are, it’s true.
To us, in the here and now and in the day-to-day, what really matters and what is really important, is the us that we are, the here and the now. Today. Yesterday’s gone, and tomorrow never comes. The past lives only in the memory, the future lives only in the imagination. Only today is real to us. And the day that is today is all we ever really know. And that ‘today’ is just a sequence of connected and collated instances of now. Now is what is really important to us. Now is what we are, and who we are, and there cannot be anything that happens, that doesn’t happen in the now. The past is merely memory. The future, the product of imagination. The now actually happens, it is the only thing that does. Now is the only thing that is ‘real’, in the real sense of the word. 
Now, is very important.
So what if you’re a failure, what is ‘to fail’. If you learn from your mistakes, your failings, can these mistakes of yours ever really be classed as failures. Who but you, can judge the extent of your intent and your failure to achieve whatever it was you intended to achieve, only you can know what you learnt from making the mistakes you have made. Only you can know, because no-one else can and no-one else does. And the now that you failed in, and made your mistakes in, has gone, never to be seen again, unless of course, you actively choose to ‘see’ it again. And again, and again, and as many times as you may choose. But in reality, it has gone, and only your persistent insistence on revisiting a time (a previous now) that no longer is, will make that time live again. And the only place it can live again, is, obviously, within your mind. But only if you want it to, and only if you choose to. And only in your mind.
Here and now, and the you that you now are, that is all that is actually and really important to you.
God, isn’t important to you. It doesn’t brush your teeth, or wipe your bum, or put the kettle on, or do the dishes. It doesn’t start your car, kiss your kids goodbye, walk to the office, stop off at the supermarket, put the dinner on, open the wine or watch the telly, or make your bed. It’s you that does all these things. And the reason you do all these things, and all the other things you do, is because your mind tells you to do these things. Your mind is far more important to you than any god could be. Your mind is always there for you, in one way or another, and in truth, it never, without good reason, ever lets you down. And it also, generally, never asks too much of you, nor demands, what it knows, better than you ever will, you are not able to give. Your mind is the only god you should be praying to, for your mind is the only god that hears, or is interested in, your prayers. It is also the only one that knows whether or not you are serious in your praying, or why you are praying. Your mind knows you far better than you will or can ever know yourself. You don’t know each and every one of the atoms that make the physical part of you, but your mind knows every single instance of being and all the experiences that has gone into making you, the you that you are. The real you that is, the one within your mind. The you that only your mind truly knows. The you that no-one else ever really knows.  
Your mind, is, in the day-to-day and in the here and now, your god. It is the start and the end of all you are and is the fabric of all you ever will be. It determines who you want to be, and it has made, and continues to make, you who you are. You may tell yourself something different, you may believe something different, but you can only tell yourself something different and believe something different if your mind allows you to. There is nothing that you do, that isn’t done as a result of your mind allowing you or prompting you, to do so. Your mind controls you and who you are. Your mind is the god that guides you. 
Your mind is the most important thing you will ever know, and if you do not know this, ask yourself, ask your own mind, why you do not know this.
Have you ever asked yourself why you get up each day and keep giving life a go? Have you ever asked yourself why?
Is it because you have to, or want to. Is it because the god from your books demands that you do so. Is it because everybody else does it, so you do. Is it because that’s ‘just what you do’. Is it because your boss at work expects you to. Is it because the telly you watch tells you to. Or is it because of something else, a something that seems more important to you than these other things. Maybe something that is harder to describe than these easily described things. Something that is harder to put your finger on.
I think it is love. I know that it is love.
Love is why we get up and do whatever it is that we do with our lives. We all love to live and love living so much that we just cannot get enough of it. But I think that we all love living so much, and have loved living it for so long, that we have learned to just take our love of life for granted, as if it is something that we no longer deem important enough for us to consider. It is as if it is so ordinary and so normal for us to love life and our living of it, that we no longer consider it a something worthy of our day-to-day thoughts and considerations. We don’t generally think about the blood flowing through our veins, nor the air that we need to breath, because these things are innate to us, and therefore we see no point in the wasting of our precious time thinking about them. I think we think the same about love. It is so natural to us, so innate to us, and so much a part of us, that we seem to have forgotten just how important it is to us. We seem to have forgotten just how much we need it in our lives, and how important it is to the living of our lives. 
Love is the most important thing you will never, ever, truly, know about. But you will always know it, it will always be there, and you will always have it in your life. Even when you find yourself in the depths of despair, you will find that your despair is entirely dependant upon the love that can never leave you. It is even the fuel that keeps your hatred burning, as strange as that may seem. It is the food that nourishes the desire you have for living your life, no matter how bad your life may seem to be. 
What is love? Is that really something that is important? Do you need to know what it is, or for that matter, why it is?
Will it make it feel any better to you if you find out what it really is? Do you really need to know what god is, or why it is?
Is god really that important to you and the life that you live in the here and now and the day-to-day?
Do you love god?
Is god more important to you than the love you feel for god?
Is the feeling of love not more important to you than god? 
Do you feel love?
The real god, is so far removed from this reality and the you that you think you are. The knowledge of it shows just exactly how fragile and temporary and momentary our physical reality is. It makes the physical reality we cling to, seem more like a computer game. It makes you and me and everyone else that experiences, and contemplates this reality and this world, appear as just players in a game that are lucky enough to be playing in that game. The knowledge (not to be confused with that confusion we know as ‘belief’) of the real god, eradicates all the confusion, and shows everything that is, for what it really is; an flimsy image dancing before our eyes, just so that we, and all the other lucky ones, can dance along with it. The knowledge of the real god makes everything seem unreal. It makes reality appear unreal. It unmasks this reality of ours, and presents to the beholder the true reality. The real god shows you what you really are, and what really is. And it shows what it really is. And what it really is, is so far beyond our reality and all that we consider real, that the totality of our reality and all it will or can ever be, will never be able to describe even the tiniest possible fraction of it or what it really is.
The real god, the real one, is beyond word and comprehension, and that is something that cannot be described, nor understood, no matter how hard you try, or may want to try. 
If you think about god, you are thinking about your god, the one you want to think about and nothing more, and obviously, if you read about god, you are reading about somebody else’s god. Just somebody else’s thoughts and the product of somebody else’s mind, about something that they can never truly know anything about. 
Nothing more, and nothing more than it ever could be.
If you think that you believe in god, the most unbelievable thing there is, you are merely engaging yourself in the action of thinking about something placed within your own mind as a result of something somebody else has previously thought within their own mind. Just thoughts, thought by minds, and nothing to do with god, not the real one. But instead, all to do with you, and the reality that you have made yourself think that you believe in. You and all you do; the start and the end. 
You, and all you do; the most important things of all the things that are important to you.
If you want to live your life by somebody else’s words, then go ahead and do it, there is nothing stopping you doing so, except the thoughts and thought processes of your own mind. Similarly, if you want to live your life by your own words, there is nothing stopping you doing so, except, again, your own mind, and the thoughts and words that that mind of yours produces. You are as free as you tell yourself you are and allow yourself to be. In the same way, you are as bound as the binds that you bind yourself with. 
And the freedom to believe (whatever it is you believe) is the freedom to believe whatever it is you allow yourself to believe. 
The world you live in, doesn’t want you to know this, because when you do, you and the rest of the world will be free, free to make your own decisions and free to be whoever you want to be, and in a world of freedom, there is very little profit to be made. There is no control, except the control you have over yourself and your own thoughts and actions. There is no power, except the power to decide for yourself who you are and what you want from the life you live in this world. There are no leaders in a free world, because there is no-one that needs to be led. There is no-one to look to, for there is no-one to blame. There are no price tags in a free world and there is nothing to pay for. All the things and all of everything, as free as it was meant to be. And this freedom starts with you, and how free you want yourself to be.
You were born pure (the only way it could be) and when you die, your corpse will be poor (the only way it can be). What you choose to do in between these two points is entirely up to you. You can fit yourself with a six-pack, pump fat into, or lop parts off, your body. You can choose to make yourself look like an absurdly proportioned cartoon character, if that’s what and how you want to be. You can hate yourself, envy your brother, cheat your neighbour or shoot a stranger, if that’s really what you want to do, and obviously, as long as you’re always prepared to face the consequences of your actions. You can worship and adore money and worship the ability to buy all the things that that money can buy you. You can anchor your worth down in wealth, if that is all you think you are worth. You can fill your ‘well of insecurity’ in any way you choose, because your life, is your choice. 
Or you can choose love. The always simple, innate, natural choice. The feel-good choice.
You can choose to love yourself. You can choose to love living. You can choose to love life. You can choose to love others. You can choose to love the world you live in. You can choose to love love itself (or, as you may know it, god). 
It’s your choice, and you always have that choice.
And if you do choose love, real love, and do it right, even if at times it doesn’t seem right for you, you may just discover something that cannot be described in these or other words. Something that cannot be found in a book. Something not found in the thoughts of a mind. Something that just is. Something beautiful and pure and perfect. Believe me, I know. 
It’s all just a game. The game of love.
And how you choose to play the game of love, is how the game will be for you.
That’s just how it is.
Because that’s how love is. 
Because love is all there is.
Believe me, I know.

There is only one sun. The sun does not shine any brighter for you than it does for me. The sun rises and falls at the same pace no matter where you are standing. The sun in the sky that we can all see is the same sun that everyone sees. You may see a different sun from the one I see, but that is nothing to do with the burning, gaseous star that it is, it is all to do with what you allow your mind to tell you. If you tell yourself that you see a brighter sun than I do, you are telling yourself a lie. Why do you feel the need to lie to yourself? What do you get from it? What makes you do it? Does it make you feel good? If it makes you feel good, does that mean you are good? Do lies make you feel good?

We are but a glimmering image. We are a light that shines. We are all that we will ever need to be. We don’t need fairytales.
If you believe that there is such a thing as hell, you do not deserve this world,
If you believe that a person can live again after three days of death, you do not deserve this world,
If you believe that a chariot of fire or a horse can fly, you do not deserve this world,
If you believe that you can be born in debt, forever to be owing, you do not deserve this world,
If you believe that any person is born naturally better than you, you do not deserve this world,
If you believe that lies are better than truth, you do not deserve this world,
If you believe that excuses are better than effort, you do not deserve this world,
If you choose the words of a book over the love in your heart, you do not deserve this world,
If you choose to believe that all you are is what someone else tells you you are, this world is not for you.
This world is for those who can see the simple beauty in the wind blowing against a leaf,
This world is for those who can see the simple beauty in a ray of sun shimmering on a stream,
This world is for those who can see the simple beauty in the scratching and stretching of an animal,
This world is for those who can see the simple beauty in a cloudy, overcast day,
This world is for those who can see the sublime beauty in a child’s smile,
This world is for those who can see that beauty is everywhere.
This world is for you. The real you. The one you keep hidden.
The fairytales have made us blind to the beauty that we are and the beauty that is all around us. They have made us believe that the beauty we are surrounded by is but commonplace and ordinary and unworthy of our praise. They have made our eyes confuse our minds. They have made us all blind with their lies. 
Every dream we have of perfection has its inspiration in the world we are surrounded by, yet we gaze in wonder at its digital replication, whilst disregarding as unworthy of our attention, the spellbinding original. We are, instead, spellbound by the shadows in the cave. 
Wake up. 
Wake up from this silly, stupid, stifling dream.
Wake up and realise that paradise should not be paved over, poisoned, ruined and blown up.
Wake up and realise that paradise can have no value placed upon its beauty.
Wake up from your lie-induced sleep and realise what true beauty really is.

True beauty is you. You and the ability you have been given to see the beauty that surrounds you. The ability you’ve been given to see how much beauty there really is. The real beauty. The one that has no price tag.
You are the most important person that has ever lived or ever will, and anybody who tries to tell you any different is lying to you. They will continue to sell these silly stories to you, these lies, because you keep queuing up to buy them. You would happily spend your last pennies to buy more of them, no matter who profits from selling them. And every time these liars set out their stall, they are never short of poor, gullible customers. And no business ever stops the business of its business while it has customers who makes its business profitable. 
How much is a small child’s smile worth? How much would you expect to pay for it? If you were selling it, how much would you want for it? When a price is put on on the wonder of a child’s innocence, then you will know how far we have fallen. 
How big and golden would the mansion have to be to make you forget how good it feels to hear your child say ‘I love you mummy’ or ‘I love you daddy’. 
How much would you sell your dreams for? How much is your life worth? How much do you value the truth? How much do value a lie? What price would you take for your soul? 
How can the words of a book make you believe that there is something better than life?
How can anything feel better than love?
How can this world be any more beautiful than it already is?
How can the sun shine brighter for you than it does for me?
How can there be more than one truth?

When was the last time you heard a major political party say “We will get rid of the House of Lords”
When did you ever hear a major political party announce “We will get rid of the House of Commons”
When did anybody in high-level politics ever say “We propose a new way of governance”

"Vote for us, and of the one thousand dials on that control board, we will turn that one from six to eight, we will turn that one from nine to four, and we will change that one from one to two”
"Ah, you have heard the other party say that they will change that dial from six to eight, well vote for us and we will change that dial to nine. They say they will change that dial from nine to four, well vote for us and we will change that dial to not four, but five, therefore, one more than them. And our right honourable colleagues say they will change that dial from one to two, well, a vote for us in this coming election will guarantee that we will keep that dial at its present level, which may I remind you, has been successfully maintained at one the last time ‘we’ ran the country”

And no matter who wins the election, no matter what they purport to stand for, no matter where they stand, the other nine hundred and ninety nine dials on the control board will all stay the same, just like they always have, just like they always do. And just like they always will, until we, the perpetually gullible, see through this nonsense.

The purpose of a government is not to serve and protect and to care for the people of the country it governs, its purpose is to make sure the people never realise they are being used in the most base way.
The purpose of a government is to make sure the people never see through the scam - born, work, die.
The purpose of a government is to make sure the rich stay rich and the poor stay ignorant.
The purpose of a government is to keep the ‘people' down.
The purpose of a government is to maintain the most poisonous lie.

When you vote for a political party you are, in reality, choosing which liars you want to be told your lies by.
When you exercise your right to vote, you are, in reality, saying to the world “I can see nothing wrong with this system of lies (and inequality)”
When you play this silly game ‘my vote means something…my vote can make change…my vote will make a difference’, you are in reality, playing right into the hands of those who own you.

“Give the peasants the vote, let them feel important, let them think that they matter, let them think that we care what they think, and while they are busying themselves with this glaringly obvious bullshit, we, the ones in power, the ones that are always in power, we will do whatever we want, however we want, just as we’ve always done, and no doubt, will always do”

"Vote for me. My lies sound better than his"
"Vote for me. I’m one of yours"
"Vote for me. And watch as I bastardise the sovereignty of your conscience"

You are not an idiot, you are not a plaything, you are not a goldfish.
They will tell you anything you want to hear.
They will lie to you whenever they need to.
They will always, without fail, renege on their ‘promises’.
They are liars. Professional, prolific liars. They have to be, it’s the main requirement for the job.
But they can only lie to those who are prepared to accept the lies.
It takes two to tango.

Stop lying down so these liars can walk all over you with their lies.
Stop standing by as they lie in your name, steal in your name, and kill in your name.
Stand up and say “I deserve better than that”
Stand up and say “I deserve the truth”
Because you do, no matter what lies these liars keep telling you, you deserve the truth.
 

And the Truth, never ever, reneges on its promises.
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Our world does not appreciate the gift of life.
Our world is always at war with itself.
Our world is forever waging war against humanity.

The armies of the world do this because they are told to do this by the politicians that, at least ostensibly, control them. The politicians direct them to do this because they are promised that these horrific, atrocious crimes against humanity will financially benefit them and theirs, and will further and prolong their profitable, political careers. The politicians are given the opportunity to countenance such [profitable] atrocities by the misguided votes of the ill-informed, selfish and confused people who, with expedient minds, elect these people to exercise, without guilt, and without conscience, such malevolent perversions of governance. The people who vote for these politicians vote for them as a direct result of being part of an intentionally somnambulistic system, one that actively encourages people to not take any personal responsibility for their own actions, the actions of humanity, or for the state of the world as it is today (and have, by their own apathy and ignorance and greed, helped to create and actively maintain).

We are always looking for excuses.
We are always looking for someone to blame.
We are always running from the truth we try in vain to ignore.
We are always paying the piper to play a loathsome tune.

All of humanity is responsible for all that humanity is, and humanity will keep pissing all over the beautiful gift of life while we all just sit back (buying our bargains and changing our channels whilst looking to others and turning our backs) and blithely allow it to.

We blow the buildings up, we set fire to the land, we kill those poor (un)people. We build the weapons and we aim and fire them.
We do, and seem to always keep doing, these inhumane, reprehensible things to each other.
We do.
We,
Humanity.

This is not how it is supposed to be.
This is not how we are supposed to be.
But until we all, each and every one of us, realise that all the people of this world constitute humanity, until we all realise the role we, each and every one of us, personally play in this mindless madness, this is how it is always going to be.

The gift of life truly is a gift, and it is a gift given to all who live a life.
And all this madness will stop immediately, as soon as humanity realises where that gift comes from, and why it is given.

We are not war, we are Love,
We are not guns, we are Love,
We are not money, we are Love,
We are not alone, we are all one,
 

And that one, is Love
And Love is All
 

Don't teach your children to be robots. Don't teach your children to be slaves. Don't teach your children to be just the same as everyone else, doing the same as everyone else. Don't teach your children to think like everyone else, they are not like everyone or anyone else. Don't teach your children just to be cogs in a joyless machine. Don't teach your children to be pawns in the money game. Don't teach your children to be nothing. Don't teach your children to mindlessly obey the status quo just because you do and always have. No one who always toes the line and always doffs their cap and always does whatever they're told to do whenever they are told to do it is ever really happy. They may be happy on the outside, they may be happy that their bills are paid, they may be happy to 'fit in' and to be seen as 'normal', but they all hide a sadness within; a sadness borne out of the fact that they cannot, no matter how much they would like to, show the world who they truly are and who they truly feel themselves to be. Do not condemn the most precious thing in your lives to the life of subordination and normality you have (probably) had to endure. Do not trap the thing you Love more than anything else in the trap you were taught to place yourself in and cannot yourself now escape from. We will never break the chain that ties humanity down until we learn how to live as beautiful a life as the world obviously is, and although we may feel trapped and small, fearful and insecure, that's no reason why our children should. Our children are the answer to the worlds problems, and if we give them the right tools for the job, they will fix everything that needs fixing. We may have failed, we may be failing, but given the right encouragement, they will succeed.
 

Some people are offended if you look at their name wrongly.

Anybody can say anything they want about me, they can call me this, that, the other, or anything else they choose.
Why should I care? 
What could possibly offend me about other people's thoughts in regards to me. Who are they? What do they know? The only person I can be offended by is myself, because only I know the truth about me and who I am. Only I know how shit I am Only I know how many times I’ve failed Only I know how many times I’ve let myself down Only I know how faithfully I project my inner self Only I know the difference between what I show you and what I would like to show you Only I know my reasons Only I know me, the rest of you are just guessing
You only know my name and what I look like
You only know what you think of me
You only know the me you choose to see
You only know the tiniest part of me
And you will never know me, until you know you

“But somebody, somewhere said something that somewhat offends me”
“They have shamed me, and I just don’t think I can take that kind of rejection”
“How dare they express their opinions"

This nonsense will lead to only one thing,
The ‘intelligence-shaming’ of humanity.

"I am me, I am free, fuck you all, I’ll be what I’ll be"

 

 

We are war. We are suffering. We are hatred. We are cruel. But we do paint nice pictures. We divide. We punish. We starve. But look at all our lovely architecture. We lie. We pretend. We blame. We excuse. But our telescopes can see so far. We run. We hide. We hope. But our celebrities have such nice teeth. We dream. We fear. We pay. But our athletes run so fast. We crush. We shoot. We kill. But my house is full of such nice things.
We are humanity and we are war.
We are humanity and we are hatred.

We are humanity and we think that’s something.

We truly are 'God’s’ children and we always will be,

Until we learn the truth about Love and who we really are.
 

They are just words. We all hide behind words. Our words are just screens which we hide behind. We are frightened of ourselves, so we hide. We are all hiding. All of us, all the time. And time is a game we have not yet learned to play. There is a truth we can accept and one we cannot. One feeds our mind, one feeds our soul. Words fill us up, feelings provide nutrition. We feel that this is all wrong, yet we hide behind the words that merely satisfy our cravings. We know we need nutrition. We have, every one of us, been invited to the most amazing banquet, with all the most beautiful foods that this planet can offer, yet we choose to sit in the booth of a fast-food outlet. We are all one, we all the same, and we all know it. There is no them, there is no us, there is only we. There is no black, there is no white, there is only we. And we all worship the same omnipotent, omnipresent force, and everyone knows its real name. Everyone. Lies will never be the truth. And until we embrace the truth, we will be forever hiding behind words.
 

Do these people protesting genuinely believe that the system takes a blind bit of notice of people protesting.  Do they genuinely believe that the machine (power/control/oppression) will be halted in its tracks by some people walking down a street holding banners. Do they genuinely feel as if they are achieving something more than merely making themselves feel better about themselves. While the people of the western/democratic countries of the world keep waking up everyday and playing the game, the people who invented the game will always be able to play it better. A very large portion of the population of this world are treated like cattle and slaves so that people in the west can afford to replace their perfectly good televisions every five years. And those replacing the televisions couldn't care less about this fact, and it is this very fact that the system feeds off, it is the fuel that powers the machine. And the machine's sole purpose is to make sure humanity is always kept down and under control and in fear.  When all the people of this world are treated fairly, regardless of race, religion or nationality, only then do we deserve to feel better about ourselves, only then can we say we have achieved something. But until then, we can ask for no more, and we deserve no more, than a system to continually fuck us, and a machine to constantly crush us. We are, as a species, a failure.

I have seven billion brothers and sisters.

How big is your family?
 

Matter is God’s body

The soul is God’s mind

Life is God’s voice

And God is Love (actually, really, not metaphorically)
 

When the bankers can, they raise the interest rate. When the government can, they introduce a new tax. When businesses can, they give less for more. And why do these organisations always, when given the slightest opportunity, take from the people? Because they know the people will just take it (usually, lying down). The people may grumble and moan, they may complain, they may even go so far as to make a petition. But when the dust has settled, the people will just settle for whatever they're told to settle for. No fight. No strength. No demands. Just, 'ah well, what can you do..let's have a cup of tea/see what's on the telly’.  When all the small, weak people stop being small and weak, this behaviour will stop. When all the people start to demand decency, really demand it, as a right, then decency will prevail, and we will see an end to this ‘profit before people’ policy, that has plagued our world for far too long. Keep hiding under a blanket and you will constantly be walked on.  Stand up and be counted, and you will be able to walk with your head held high. Do not ask politely to be treated fairly, honestly and with decency. Demand it. Do not be sheepish when saying 'I am a good, decent person and I deserve to be treated properly. Shout it.

When the world says ‘money’, say 'that’s not me', When the world says, ‘kneel’, say 'that's not me’, When the world says, ‘small’, say ‘that’s not me’, When the world says, ‘weak’, say ‘that’s not me’, Until the world says ‘unique, extraordinary, special, loving, caring, kind and good’, say ‘that’s not me’.

We, the people of the world, are this world. We make it what it is.  And it is what it is, because of us, and all that we do, and all that we are, no one else can take the blame.  If it’s bad, it’s our fault, if it’s cruel, it’s our fault, if it’s unfair, corrupt or wrong, it’s all our fault. Not the gods, not the government, not our parents, or any other excuse, but us. You and me, and our apathy and ignorance. We are the reason the world is so ‘fucked up’, We allow the world to be ‘fucked up’, We allow the leaders of the world to keep ‘fucking us’.

It’s time to wake up. Leaders can only lead people who need leading. Excuses only harm.

 

We are driven by an almost overpowering desire to fit in. We are obsessed with being seen as 'normal'. We regularly do things just to be the same. We are racked by insecurity. We live our whole lives trying to be the person we think we should be. We live our whole lives never knowing who we really are. And from this manufactured position of weakness and this state of self-imposed frailty we search for individualism. We try to construct a character applicable to the world we have imagined exists. A world where it's right and normal to be virtually the same as everyone else, save for the occasional, acceptable idiosyncratic differences...football team, alcoholic drink etc. We are scared to be different, and so we do everything we can, whether we enjoy it or not, to not be.  Do you know, really know, who you are?  Do you know what you want from your life?  Are you happy?  These are the important things in life, these are the things that matter. Just be yourself and be happy, whoever you are.
 

We are living in an organic neo-simulation of reality. We use media to watch people living, rather than just living. We are told that life isn't worth living and so we don't. We are continually surrounded by so many lies that we no longer demand the truth. We actively seek out the bad that we have been programmed to take solace in. We are only too happy to believe in our own smallness. We live day to day on the thinnest veneer of our existence; we actively fear going any deeper. We are scared to say 'I am me, I am someone, I am something and that something is good', we much prefer 'what can I do, who am I, that's just how it is, what can you do'.

We are controlled by the confusion we are told.

We ignore the truth that we know.

The truth is, the world is beautiful, life is spellbinding, we know of no greater feeling than Love, and each and every one of us is, in his or her own unique, inimitable and indefinable way, an amazing, astounding thing.  We are special. Life is a gift. Existence is the start and Love is the end. Stop believing the criticism, stop believing the nonsense, stop believing the lies, stop believing all the things designed to confuse and belittle. Stop believing what you are told, just because someone is telling you. Stop believing, because believing is nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to knowing. You know who you are, you know what you want, you know what life means to you, and you know, just like everyone does, the truth; the truth about you and the truth about life. You know what you know, so don't let anyone tell you that you don't. 

And you know, like everyone does, that Love is the reason why you are, and the reason that everyone is. You know it is why you live and you know it as all you want from life. And this is something that you know, it is not something you have to be told, and it is not something you have to believe.

The lies, the nonsense and the confusion can only control and confuse you while you allow them to.

You are in control of you. You decide.
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You are real whenever you experience however you may experience. The reality you perceive through the motions of perception is only as real as you decide it to be. You decide how your reality is experienced, you are the definitive. Whether organic, 'natural', digital or holographic, you are the one who makes it real. You are the one who controls the perception. Inside you, whether 'you' are a brain, a microprocessor, or a dream within a dream, is the determination of your experience, and within that lies the answer to your reality. You are an unbelievably special form of consciousness capable of many alternate perceptive realities limited only by your ability to allow yourself to be limited. Freedom is the the freedom to know yourself, and to know what you want from the infinite possibilities that thought, consciousness and experience affords you. Life can be a controlled, holographic hell, or it can be a free, natural paradise, only you can decide, for you are eternity and your mind is your God. Life is as real as you want it to be, and Eden is within your grasp.
 

The Three Trinities.

The trinity of existence:

1. All. The divine higher force whose presence is felt by the feeling of Love.

2. The real world. The place where everything that is 'real', measured or not, is.

3. Life. The lives and minds that constitute the living, experiencing, soul of existence.

The trinity of invention:

1. Money. The thing that influences most of the actions of the people who need money to live.

2. War. The necessary product and result of justified and normalised hatred.

3. Religion. The dividing and uniting power of fear and guilt and submission.

The trinity of I:

1. Me.

2. Here.

3. Now.
 

God exists due to the fear people have of living. God exists because people are afraid of just living their lives. God exists because people fear living in the here and now. God exists because people fear the truth. God exists because people fear the truth about themselves. God exists because people cannot face up to who they actually are. God exists because people need to be led. God exists because it is easier to run from your problems than to face them. God exists because people are weak. God exists because of excuses. God exists because people are liars. God exists because people fear the power of Love. God exists because the people have a need for it to exist. God exists because it allows people to avoid asking the questions they don't want to know the answers to. God exists because of humanity's inherent weakness. God exists because of how humans choose to live their lives. God exists as a concept in the place where everything exists, in the mind of humans. Therefore, God exists.

But the concept of God, has nothing to do with the higher force, the thing which has caused the creation of the concept of God. The higher force, whether you call it Brahman or All, or anything else, is something which cannot be defined by simple human minds. It has no form nor function that human minds can understand. It is beyond everything that can exist in the human mind. But its presence can be known, though not understood, for the only way you can know it, is to feel it. You can feel its presence every minute you are alive. You can feel it right now. You have always been able to feel it. The ability to feel it will never leave you, for it is you. And everything that is, is it. It is a force of unimaginable power, it is THE force, the force that powers everything and is everything. It is Love. It is the Divine Force of Love. And whether you know it or not, its power impels every action of your life. And it has only one rule, the only rule worth following. Let Love Guide Every Action.

Love is the only thing that can guide you, everything else is your mind, and your mind can be controlled, but your Love cannot.
 

The hatred is rising. The ordinary, normally placid people are starting to despise. The inevitable consequences of overt and covert brutality are beginning to resonate. Soon, swift justice will be favoured over trial and evidence. What is the world becoming? How did we arrive at this place? What are the reasons behind such hatred and horrific, violent behaviour?  We keep our heads down while the world cries in anguish and despair, we ignore the tortured screams of others, we turn away from the blood and torment and tears of strangers, of foreigners. We pretend we can't hear it. We pretend that it is nothing to do with us. We pretend we play no part in the blame. We do everything we can to make ourselves believe that the problems of humanity are someone else's problem. Our focus is directed towards the meaningless, our eyes no longer care to see, our hearts no longer care.  Our phones, our selfies and our tweets will not stop the fire that is beginning to consume our world. Only our conscience and our compassion will.
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We are far too quick to mock what we don't understand. We laugh at those who say things that are merely different from the norm. We desperately want to fit in. We pollute our bodies with poisons. We fight that pollution with other poisons. We then rely on the advocates of poisons to surgically remove the result of the poisoning. We are sacred to ask why. We are scared to question. We are scared of seeming different. We ignore the wide scale poisoning of our world. We prefer treatment to prevention. We demonise drugs, but not the legal ones. We spend our lives being told what to do. We think what we are told to think. We just want to be normal. We are always looking to excuse our behaviour. We hate to take responsibility for our own actions, we feel uncomfortable around anyone who does. We like to surround ourselves with like-minded people, we like how safe it makes us feel. We don't vocally judge, out of a fear of being judged. We are small, and we are scared. Scared to be different.
 

A childish mind believes that religion holds all the answers,

An adult mind believes that science can provide all the answers,

An enlightened mind knows that Love is the only answer worth knowing.
 

And as these modern, memetic trains pass by, some people just can’t wait to climb aboard, waving through the windows at those who refuse to play this game, waving away their awareness, waving away the knowledge that the train is on a circular track just going round and round, and self-fulfilling their roles as those for whom the trains are there for. They know why the observers look on with incredulous eyes, they know how vacuous such a journey is, they know that the train just goes round and round, but they also know, that as long as they keep riding these repetitious, ‘going nowhere trains’, that the journey will eat up some more of that unbelievably precious time afforded to them by the gift of life.  They know they are going nowhere, but as long as the train is packed full of others going nowhere with them, then they can do the thing they’ve always wanted to do, the thing that they think they have to do, the thing they've been trained to do, and that is to just fit in with everyone else, doing what everyone else seems to be doing out of an ingrained fear of being different, of not being deemed ‘normal’, and this is infinitely more preferable than questioning why the trains go round or why people ride them, or why they are not strong enough to stand with the others watching in disbelief at those who chose to just go round and round and round in life without ever going anywhere.
 

Don’t be just wallpaper.

Stand up and stand out from the crowd, don’t just follow, don’t just conform.

Don’t just be like everyone else, be better than that.

Be different. Be yourself, and if you don’t know how to be yourself, learn by experience.

Be as beautiful and as special as you know you are.

There is nothing you can be that is better than who you really are.

You are an artist, with the ability to paint the most beautiful pictures the world has ever seen, painted with the most vibrant and varied set of colours imaginable. Your life is your canvas, your thoughts and feelings and emotions are your paints. Now paint, and make the picture of the world more amazing and more beautiful by the strokes of your uniqueness.
 

Too many people fall for the lie that routine and routine excuse making is how they are supposed to be, and that life is ultimately a routine of everyday rituals and mundane rules. It's not. 
Life is a gift, life is a pleasure, and when you find someone you truly love and who loves you just as much, that you want to spend your whole life with them, you are truly blessed. 
It is easy to forget why you live together, why you have children together, why you know each other so well you could second guess each other's every move, and marriage has an awful habit of allowing people to fall into a routine that causes them to forget these things. You are together because Love caused such a feeling within you that you once felt that you could not live without that person. Marriage, and its cliches and routines causes you to forget that feeling, and replaces it with a familial version of Love. You just need to remember the exciting Love you once felt and all the excitement that it made you feel.
 

You are very special

You are very special indeed, you are one of the lucky ones, lucky enough to receive the greatest gift ever given from the greatest giver of gifts there could ever be. You are very, very special.

The world we live in has gone through so many changes, so many we could not possibly know how many or attempt to document them all. We are only now at the very beginning of understanding how to understand just how many changes may have taken place over the billions of years that the changes have been taking place. But the world has certainly grown by immense degrees, from what it once was to what it is now, and to what it will become, for it never stops changing, growing and learning, it is an immense perpetual experiment in possibility, and we are a part of that immeasurable experiment, in fact, a very important part of it, we are without doubt its greatest development so far.   We are the children of the Earth.

The earth has made us, or to be more precise, the earth has created the environment in which we could grow, develop and flourish into the earths most important and symbiotic life-form, as the earth has grown and changed, we have grown and changed to stay in step with our ‘mother’.  We are truly of this earth; we are its most beautiful flower. It has evolved and shaped us, it has created the environment for us to evolve into, and we have continually welcomed that gift and developed into the present custodians of this world.  Of all the countless teeming forms of life that has existed on the earth, we are the one that has shone through, we are the one that kept going, the one that wanted to keep going when so many others gave up, the one that has adapted best to the best (and worst) that this world has had to offer.  We are the strongest of all the earths children. We have swam, crawled, climbed and walked every part of this earth. In us, is the record of the planets growth, its history and ours with it. We have even learnt to speed faster than any animal, fly higher than any bird, and if we choose, to leave our paradise behind and venture out into the ultimate cold and dark unknown.  We have become the ultimate form of life, we have no peer on this planet, we have the power to do anything we want, for this earth is our paradise, our playground, our heaven. Ours (for now). We can extinguish all the other forms of life, we are the kings of the world, though the world still holds us, still controls us, still commands us and still owns us. We are children of the Earth, and the Earth is our Mother.  But we’ve not finished yet, we are far from it, we are only now starting to become what we were always destined to be.

We were always destined to evolve into the next phase of life. We were always destined to know our Father. We were always destined to know Love.  True Love, not merely the human version of it, but the full-blown version. The Love that has no bounds, no limits, no degrees. No descriptions. The Love that Loves all as the same. The Love that is All.

A childish mind believes in religion,

An adult mind believes in science,

An enlightened mind believes in Love.

Evolution has proved where we come from, whether you believe it or not, whether the theory or the book you believe in allows you to accept it makes no difference to the fact that we really have evolved on this earth from all that the earth has given us and allowed us to be. It has grown us, fed us, developed us and made us who we are, it has made us, and this is as proven as anything that has ever been proved. The earth is the soil, and we are the produce. We have blossomed due to the conditions the earth has created. We are the epitome of adaptation. Though, as far as we will ever know, these conditions were not made specifically for us, just as the seas were not made specifically for the fish to swim in, nor the skies made for the birds to fly through. We have merely adapted to the conditions set before us. We have adroitly adapted to every situation and every set of circumstances that have came our way, and in that way, we are very special indeed, and totally unique.  We are a flower that has refused to die no matter how many times the rains didn't come, no matter how many times trampled underfoot, no matter how many hardships it has encountered.  A flower that has always blossomed.

We have learnt how to swim, we have learnt how to crawl, we have learnt how to climb and we have learnt how to walk. We have leant how to talk, we have learnt how to make fire, we have learnt how to use tools, we have learnt how to build...and demolish. We have built houses, we have built communities, villages, and towns. We have harnessed energy.  We have invented weapons. We have created money. We have developed technology. We have constructed great and powerful nations. And we have learnt how to lie. And then we stopped. We stopped evolving.

We have been made to believe that money and technology are the upper limits of mans evolution, that we have become all that we can be and were meant to be – rich, technologically based life-forms on a never-ending quest for more technology and more money. As if these two things were always the goal, the destiny and final stage of those previous millions of years of development and adaptation.  In this way, we are very foolish, very naïve, childish even, and so very small, and so very wrong.

Our true destination was always inside us, in our ‘hearts’, in our soul.

Our ‘hearts’ and our souls have always told us what we were meant to be and where we were going, they have always told us that the buildings and the technology and the money were the mere decorations of our life and our journey. They have always told us that there was something far more important to us, something that meant so much more to us, something that cannot be seen or touched, heard or spent, a guiding force of such immense power that it transcends everything else in life, and makes everything else fall meekly under its spell, its shadow, its preponderance.  We all know what that thing is, every single one of us, and we always have and always will for it is the most important part of us.  That thing is the thing that is everything to us.  That thing is Love. 

Do you know what Love is? You may have felt it, you may have read about it, you have no doubt heard one of the many songs sung about it, but do you know what it is, what it really is? It is the thing that is everything. It is the thing that is the space that the earth, the universe, all the dimensions and everything else exists in, it is the force that enables all the other forces to make everything.  It is existence and it is Life. It is the thing which impelled the life forms to swim, to crawl, to climb, to walk, to fly and to be. It is the driving force that compels everything to be. It is Life and it is Love. It is then and it is now.  It is, and always has been and always will be, it is eternal. It is Love, the most beautiful thing that is. And it is you, all of you, t's what makes you, every single one of you, and it’s time you knew this.

Man is on the threshold of becoming what he was always meant to be: the true expression of The Force of Love, this is our destiny, to be free to embrace and feel and cherish and express the true nature of Love, the limitless, infinite beauty that is who we really are.  We are not just animals, we are beings of Love.  We are not just humans, we are living expressions of The Force of Love. We are not merely cogs in an industrial or technological or power-driven machine, put here for the purpose of performing mechanical tasks to produce financial wealth. We are The Force of Love personified, we are its most receptive creation, we are its most beautiful creation, we are the most beautiful thing in existence, and it’s about time we realized it. It’s time for us to know the Truth, it’s time to know who we are, what we are and what we are supposed to be. We are Love, and Love has no limits, for Love is All there is.

So how do we become this immense and limitless beauty we were always destined to be? It’s simple really.  Know the Truth and the Truth really WILL set you free.

Free to know that we are all the same, all beautiful creations of The Divine Force of Love (or whatever name you may choose to assign to it…as it has no name, it really doesn’t matter what you incorrectly call it), living our lives on the most beautiful paradise we will ever know or could hope for, for we will never find another place like the earth, for the earth is our home, and it is the most heavenly home we will ever have. ...Free to know that we are all the same, all beautiful, wonderful versions of life, overflowing with the greatest, most astonishingly wonderful gift we will ever know: the feeling of Love, and all the joy that that feeling can give to us. ...Free to know that no one is more or less deserving of life and Love than anyone else who can feel and express it, for Love isn't interested in differences in skin colour, language, intelligence or wealth. Love only cares about Love, and if you can feel Love, then you deserve Love and you deserve life, and all the beautiful Love that this beautiful life can give. ...Free to know that Love is what makes you truly great, Love is what makes you truly rich and that Love is what makes life truly worth living.  ...Free to know that when you harm, hurt or kill another person, you are harming, hurting and killing Love, and therefore, you are harming, hurting and killing a part of yourself. ...Free to know that when you hate another person, you are hating yourself.
And free to genuinely know what Love really is, real, true Love, the Love that has no end, the Love that is everything.  The Love that you can feel, but cannot understand, that unbelievable feeling that astounds and beguiles you, that makes you feel so special, so light, so alive and so thankful for life, that you cannot possibly put it into words, or even attempt to explain it.  That feeling that lets you know just how special you are, how special we all are, how lucky we all are, all of us, and all of life. The thing that science will never be able to prove.

Love is the force that causes everything to be. Love is the emanation of something that is far more than anything we could ever consider everything to be. Love is everything we want and everything we want to be. Love is the real God, And it’s time we started to worship it.

It's time to wake up,
It's time for the Truth,
And there is only one Truth,
The Divine Force of Love that is All
 

 We spend vast amounts of our precious time and potential experiences imagining, contemplating and even arguing over the characteristics of something we will never know anything more about than what already exists within the limited capacity of our minds.  You may as well spend your life trying to count to infinity, for there is more chance of that being achieved than there ever is of knowing that that cannot be known; understanding that which you were not made to understand. Not that that seems to put anyone off, for the search for the unfindable goes on unabated through all the years and generations, no matter how enlightened the explorers are, or claim to be.

You are a truly amazing thing living in a stupendously beautiful place filled to the brim with all the wonders you could ever ask for, imagine or dream of. You are human…and what a thing that is! You are a limitless and eternal energy, strange, confusing, unique and unexplainable, there is nothing you can’t do, and there is so much that you’ve already done. It’s time for you to realise who you are.

You are Love, you are life, and you are now. 

You are free.
 

Does a man who beats his child really need to be told he is doing wrong?

Is it right to ignore the beating of a child?

We all know that the way the world is, is wrong.

And we all know that we shouldn't ignore it.

But we all know, that we ARE the world.
 

As we flow down the river of life, we do so in a boat made of money.

We should instead, be swimming.
 

So just keep buying your bargains, keep posting your selfies, keep sharing your memes, keep changing the channels, keep running to your special books, keep hugging your security blankets, keep on keeping on, keep on keeping your heads down, keep on peddling your never ending excuses. Just keep the playing the game, their game, the easy game, the one that takes no effort other than the bare minimum on your part, the one that all those around you play, the one that is so ardently, yet subtly promoted, the only game you've ever known. And one day, somehow and inexplicably so, it will all turn out alright, everything will somehow work itself out, and we'll all wake up in a world free of division, free of hatred, free of violence, free of guns, free of war, free of inequality, free of greed and free of intolerance - the world we all claim to yearn for.  And all this really will happen even though no one has actually put any effort into making it happen, even though everyone has just gone about their own business, looked after their own interests, looked the other way when it suited them, and looked to somebody else to fix all the problems that their and everyone else's selfishness has caused, just like everyone always has. It really will happen, just like it always does at the end of the films we all enjoy watching so much.
 

...and not one single person seems to get it.

Not one.
 

And in the future, when all of us in the affluent west are so wonderfully rich that we will all be able to buy all the fabulous new, fashionable and wondrous technological things that are constantly being developed and dangled in front of our eyes and sold to us as being utterly essential to the perpetual material enrichment of our everyday lives, we'll all be so much happier, so much 'better off', because we'll all have so much nicer, newer, better, shinier and fancier material things with which to adorn our already materially focused and obsessed lives. And if we can all work towards creating a wonderful, gleaming technological and consumerist based existence for ourselves, then maybe this brave new world of our creation will be forever able to nourish our blind subservient acquiescence to the power of purchasing and purchased-goods-based prestige and will finally eradicate the last vestiges of conscience that continually serve as a reminder to us all, as to just how vacuous, mindless and meaningless such an existence actually is.  It may also, as a bonus, provide us with a technologically based solution to the problem of, every so often, having to face up to truth about the world we ALL live in; the one where billions of people are waking up each day facing a never ending struggle just to feed themselves and their families, where millions are living in genuine fear for themselves and their loved ones, and a world where whole nations of decent, honest human beings are, and have been for far too long, used as doormats, punchbags and cash-cows for the benefit of the greedy, ungrateful, uncaring and downright selfish inhabitants of the wonderful affluent west.

All people are equal, and none are more equal than others, no matter what lies you may have been sold. It's time for humanity to start showing some humanity to ALL of humanity. It's time for some real Love. It's time for the Divine Force of Love that is All
 

 Love yourself, love living and love all of life, and when you do this, the love you exude will become so infectious and so attractive, that it will not fail to infect and attract another beautiful soul for you to love and be loved by. Love begets Love
 

 And the Lord said, “believe in me, and I will be”

And God said, “do as I say, and you will know me”

And the animals said, “feed me, I’m hungry”

And the people said, “just give me something, anything”

And the words said, “we live, we are real”

And reality said, “my, aren’t you small”

And the soul said, “any day now, can you feel it”

And Love said, “whenever you’re ready for me, I’m there for you”

And the source of All, said nothing at all.

And the world just spun, and the sun just blazed

And all the little cogs, just did their jobs,

And the levers and pulleys and switches, all kept them turning,

And the hopes and the fears provided the lubrication,

And so the machine was born; and the machine ‘was good’,

And the merry-go-round started to go round,

And the merry-go-round won’t stop going round,

Until the cogs decide to stop it.

It’s time to stop the merry-go-round

It’s time to stop being cogs

It’s time to stop the machine

It’s time to stop playing its game

It’s now time for the truth

It’s now the time for Love

We are now ready for it.
 

We are being walked down the path of destruction. On our left foot is a boot made of hate, on our right is a boot made of ignorance. Soon we will be proud to wear a shirt smeared with the blood freshly wiped from our hands, though our brains will always be clean due to the constant washing. And one day, all our words will be spat out. We are being dehumanised before our very eyes, and we are relishing every insidious moment of it. We are finding a home in bile and vitriol, and warming ourselves in front of the fire that will, if unchecked, surely make ashes of us all. The war is against us, the enemy is humanity, and we are all in the crosshairs. Love, compassion and empathy will soon be taught in the schools as the preserve of fools. Freedom, knowledge and understanding will be denounced as traitors. It will not be enough to just support the war, we will be required to adore it. And then, we will be proud to name our children after weapons.  Double double kill.
 

Excuse Me God (Parts 1 & 2)

Part One - Excuse me God, for I have sinned.

To most people, God is an excuse, an all encompassing way of excusing their own behaviour and idiosyncrasies, a way in which they can justify their own prejudices, unresolved issues and insecurities, relatively without question. It enables them to indulge in a judgemental life of bitterness and misunderstanding towards their fellow man, whilst countenancing it as ‘Gods work’. It enables them to never have to face up to their own, inherent personal problems, whilst providing them with a whole host of words, images, statements and mantras - all totally open to misinterpretation - upon which they can build their edifice of rancour and selfishness. It allows them to believe that as a result of their fervent belief that they are right, and all the others, no matter what they may believe in, must be wrong, and as such, it affords them the opportunity to hate without guilt, judge without guilt and condemn without guilt, for they have done it in the name of ‘their’ God, the one true God, and therefore, the only God worth believing in. And as long as they keep believing in their own version of God, they can justify and absolve themselves from any blame attached to the actions of their own version of life, decency and humanity. They can preach, shout, scream, hate, enslave, beat, torture and kill, as long as it’s all done in the name of God, their God, the only God, for in their eyes, the inhumane actions of humans, is somehow, Gods way, their Gods way, the way God wants it to be, according to the words of the doctrine of God that they personally believe in. In this way, the belief in God gives humans the right to be cruel and inhumane and full of hatred towards other humans, justified by the words of whichever of the numerous books of God the cruel, mindless, misguided people happen to believe in.  The human interpretation of Gods wishes, is, in essence, that of a supernatural, unquestionable excuse for whatever cruel, prejudiced, misguided, inexcusable and inhumane behaviour any person who believes in God may wish to inflict on another. It is an excuse to hate. This is not how it is supposed to be, this is not Divine Love, this is mind control-fuelled control, built on lies, feeding off fear and insecurity. 'God' is Divine Love, not some selfish, insecure, fear-based excuse for hate.

Part Two - Excuse me God, once again, I need a favour…

"As I’m sure you are aware God, I really believe in you; I follow you, I worship you, I pray to you and I let the whole world know of my unwavering devotion to you. I read your books - well one of them anyway, you know, the proper one - I repeat your phrases, and I sing your praises, and I dutifully condemn (at at times hate) those who do not, as per your wishes. I am indeed your loyal servant.  So, I don’t consider it too cheeky to ask for a favour now and again, you know, whenever I need to, whenever I’ve got a few troubles that I can’t think how to fix myself, whenever my own actions have caused my life to not work out exactly as I would have liked, you know, the usual stuff you are generally called on to remedy. I mean, I know you’re busy and all that, what with running and maintaining all of existence to the exact wishes of your divine plan, but I was just wondering if you could see your way to taking a break from all your supremely important work and have a quick look over my insignificant and ultimately meaningless little problems, and see your way to resolving them for me. I know that you've given me all the tools I need to navigate my way through life in a happy and fulfilling way - the gift of life, a body to live it, a mind to consider it, all the love I could ever need to cherish it and the freedom to choose how to live in this beautiful world of your creation, but I was just thinking that. on those times when I call on you, could you just give me a little bit more, you know, a little bit of your special, divine intervention. And if you could, and if it’s not too much bother, it would really help me by causing me to not have to put the effort in to fix my own problems myself, which I sometimes find a little bit difficult. And in return for your divine intervention, a sort of sublime helping hand, I promise to follow, as closely as I can, you and your divine wishes (as written down by whichever human being whose writings I personally believe in) although, as you no doubt understand, what with you knowing everything, I cannot adhere to all of your divine wishes and rules, because, well, I’ve got my own life to lead haven’t I, I’ve got to work, I‘ve got my kids to look after, and I need a bit of ‘me’ time now and again, but I certainly intend to do my best to follow as many of the, shall we say, ‘interpretations’ of your word, as is applicable to, and without causing too much disturbance to, my everyday life, and in such a way that does not cause me to have to change the way I live my life too much (the way, I freely acknowledge, has caused all the problems in the first place).  So if you can find your way to intervening once again in my life, and do me the great favour of fixing this new problem that my own actions have caused, then I would really appreciate it, I’ll be eternally grateful, in fact, I promise to say an extra few words to you when I visit your special house once a week with all the rest of your chosen people, i.e, my people. All the best, yours and forever, your devoted, loving, praying servant…"

Does this sound familiar? Does this sound right? How many people work for employers that are prepared to pay a full weeks wages for one hour worked, whilst allowing the rest of the working hours to be substituted with excuses, words, phrases and sayings? How many people think that 'God' watches over them whenever they need him to, and similarly, turns a blind eye when they need him to.  How many people invoke ‘God’ as and when necessary? How many people use ‘God’ as an excuse?

No matter what you’ve been told, no matter what you’ve been brainwashed into believing, 'God' is Divine Love, and the human version of that; Love, is all you need, and all you will ever need to navigate through this life (though obviously in concert with logic, knowledge and awareness) Love and spread Love every minute of every day in a way that befits the supreme brilliance that pure, Divine Love is, and you will feel ‘Gods’ Love all the time, you will not need to ask for it, you will not need to be taught it, you will not need to read about it, you will not need to pray for it, you will not need to believe in it, you will know it like you know yourself, and it will know you. 

You will be it, and it will be you, and it will be all you need.

Divine Love is all this world needs, and Love is all anyone needs, everything else is just lies, blame and excuses.
 

When you die, your soul merely leaves its avatar and returns to its natural state, the state of bliss and peace and serenity that is so often mentioned by 'near death experiencers'. It returns to the source, the place where everything originates, and that source is Love, though it is often given different names (and values) - generally for the purposes of control. There is no heaven, just as there is, obviously, no hell (again, control), there is only the truth that we do not fully understand yet, and never will, due to humanity, as a collective and individually - in its acquiescence of hate, greed, control, violence and lies - being so distant from the true principle of true Love. 

Love is not just what you feel for your loved ones - your wives, your children, your family, it is so much more, it is something so powerful, so mind-blowing, so incomprehensible, so pure and so absolute, and so real...so much so, that we actually and actively fear its presence, we actually fear the acknowledgement and acceptance of it, and actively refute its ever-present message and instead take refuge in the excuses and blame and lies that the world has educated us in, for we know, each and everyone of us, that if we do allow the true power of Love to infuse our lives and to guide us, that its power, its purity, and its clarity will cause us to question our own very presence in life; who we are, the decisions we make and how we actively choose to live our lives. 

Love eradicates all the excuses, all the blame, all the lies and all the confusion, and replaces these cruel imposters with honesty, responsibility, decency and empathy. 
Love shows us who we are and who we've been, the decisions we've made and the decisions we should be making, it shows us how we've lived and how we should be living.

And this doesn't half frighten us.
 

The world we live in is overflowing with resources. We have enough food to feed everyone, we have enough land to house everyone and we have the technology to provide enough energy for everyone's needs. But we are constantly told by the 1% that now owns as much as the other 99%, that this isn't so. 
And we keep believing it.
 

Why do we always assume that all aliens must be imbued with the same rapaciousness, barbarity and selfishness that is so prevalent in human life? Why do we always assume that these wonderful human 'qualities' are ubiquitous throughout the universe?
Surely this would be as nonsensical as assigning human characteristics to a god. 
Maybe the reason the aliens technology is so much more advanced than ours (as we are constantly told by people who've never encountered aliens), is as a result of realising the futility of control, hatred and division. 
Maybe they realised just what amazing things they could achieve as a species if they worked together and in harmony. 
Maybe they realised that they are actually all the same, and so it would be unbelievably thoughtless, mindless and crazy and thoroughly detrimental to their development and growth as a species to continually look for reasons to hate and kill each other over the tiniest of differences. 

And maybe one day, we will realise the same.
 

We keep taking from the earth to make things, then we use those things, then we throw them away, then we take more stuff from the earth to make more of the things we have just thrown away. And we do this continually, without thought, due to ever changing trends or a desire for incrementally updated models...'I just fancied a change'...'oh, this is the 6.0 version, it's very slightly faster than the 5.0 version'...'but the Jones' have got'...'well, now that we can afford it'.
We don't seem to grasp just how mindless this policy is. We don't seem to grasp just how much damage we are doing to the only world truly hospitable to human life. We don't, for some strange reason, realise that the larder will eventually become bare, if we continue to accept the lie that we are all here merely to consume products, products which at times we have no genuine need for, but we still consume in ever increasing amounts simply because someone who stands to profit from our continued and thoughtless consumption tells us to.
 

Every believer in Science must be prepared to believe in God.

Every believer in God must be prepared to believe in Science.

And everyone should be prepared to be wrong.

Then and only then will your mind be open and ready for the Truth, whatever the Truth may be.
 

Most people seem to argue over whether God created everything, or whether everything that exists can be explained by scientific research, and most people seem to ardently support one of the two theories, seemingly without any consideration of the possibility that what they personally believe in, or claim to know, may be wrong. My statement was my way of saying that no-one can know everything, or know whether everything they know and believe in is correct, and if anyone does believe they know all that is to know, then they are by definition, exhibiting a closed mind, and a closed mind is incapable of learning and absorbing new information, as that type of mind will always filter out any information they find contradicts their already held beliefs, and only admit as relevant or correct, solely that information which fits in with what they already believe. But the truth is sometimes not what we want it to be. We must all, everyone one of us, from the most learned minds to the simplest, be prepared to admit we are wrong when our minds are presented with information that causes us to acknowledge freely and without coercion our mistake, and to learn, without shame, embarrassment, or guilt, from our mistakes, even if that means going against a lifetimes worth of firmly held beliefs, and admitting we were wrong to whatever degree we were.  This is the very epitome of an open and free mind, and the only possible way to discovering the truth, whatever the truth may be. I use the term God, so as to avoid confusion. The higher force which I write about has no name, as it is beyond any thing that is the invented communicative terms used by us in lieu of the ability to communicate at a higher level. And there is nothing at a higher level than the thing I am foolishly attempting to describe, for that thing is truly beyond description or comprehension, no matter how much we vainly try. I have given it a name, again so as to avoid any possible confusion, and the only name that I can give that comes close to describing it, as I experienced it, is The Divine Force Of Love. I used to have a closed mind, one that thought it knew best, and I wasn’t shy about letting people know it, until something happened to me, and it is that thing that happened to me, that has caused me to continually write things in a futile attempt to convey my experience. I experienced absolute, perfect Love. From the source. Undiluted and pure. A purity I could have never believed existed, until I had experienced it. And I instantly knew what it was, which is the cause of my usage of the word Divine. So I generally use the term God to relate to the vengeful, insecure, cruel and punishing being that the world has been sold, the one from the books. But I also use it on occasion to describe the higher force I experienced, so as to avoid confusion over the use of the word Love, or the term The Divine Force Of Love. I also at times use the word All, for this thing is everything.

I honestly believe that the fear people assign to God, the unknown, the Devil or Hell (which aside from the unknown, are merely imaginary constructs for the purposes of control), is merely the fear that people have of accepting the concept of the truth into their day-to-day lives, the fear of being as honest and as truthful as they possibly can, and the fear they have of not being able to fall back on and perpetually use the excuses that seem to proliferate most peoples day-to-day lives.

Be honest, be truthful and follow the only rule worth following:

Let Love Guide Every Action

And just watch all the fear disappear.
 

Stop believing in your silly little nonsenses, stop believing in things which make you feel bad. Start to believe in the only thing that has ever made you feel good. Start to believe in the only belief that makes sense.
Start believing in Love.
 

While it was happening to them and their people you did nothing, you didn't bat an eyelid. While they died in their thousands, you didn't give a flying fuck. While they cried tears of unbelievable grief, you just shrugged and changed the channel. And now look at you, look at you all, take a good hard look at yourselves. Only now, only now when it's on your doorstep, and your people are being hurt do you take an interest. Only now is your conscience fired up, only now do you express horror. Only now do you say 'this must be stopped'. Only now that you and yours are being harmed as opposed to them and theirs, do you care. 

Love knows no colour, Love doesn't acknowledge any religion, Love doesn't see us and them as different. 
Love only knows Love, for Love is the only thing that matters. 
Shame on you for the hatred that fills your mind, shame on you for ignoring the Love that is in your hearts. 
 

Shame on you all.
 

The belief in the fairytales and children's stories of religious fantasy has caused nothing but confusion, pain, misery, hatred, division, war and violence for the duration of mans existence. They have pitted brother against brother and father against son in a perpetual, bloody fight for far too long. 
Mankind has been taught to believe in the most atrocious lie ever conceived. It has been taught to walk down the path of violence and hatred, and to treat that road as if it is the path to salvation. 
Throughout all the time that mankind has walked the path of hatred and division, fuelled by lies, greed and power, through all the deaths, sacrifices and wars, through all the unnecessary pain and suffering, there has only ever been one true saviour, one true messiah, one true gift from God, and everybody, every single person in every single land knows its name.

Its name is Love.
 

You are eternal. You are energy, and energy cannot die, it can only take a different form. And when you die, only your body dies, the human form, the carrier, the car. But you, the driver, you do not die, you merely return to your natural state, a formless and indescribable energy. THE energy. Something far beyond the realm of human existence or comprehension or words. The only energy there is or can be, the real YOU...An eternal limitless power of beauty, bliss and Love. The Force of Love that binds us all. The Divine Force of Love that is All.

And you know it, everyone does, it is the truth we have always known, it is the river our life flows upon, it is the start and the end of our journey, it is why we make the journey.
We may have forgotten the Truth, we may have been taught to believe in a different Truth, but the Truth is the Truth.

The Truth is Love, We are Love, and Love is All.
The Divine Force of Love.
 

'God' is The Divine Force of Love felt by all as the mysterious thing we call Love. The 'Devil' is the malevolent thoughts and feelings that humans sometimes have towards each other. The Garden of Eden, is quite clearly, the Earth and its true potential, when treated properly by us.The Flood probably wasn't real, Noah's Ark obviously wasn't (where do kangaroos come from, what did the lions eat?). The Ten commandments are taken from the Egyptian Book Of The Dead. Jesus, just like all the other 'saviours' before him (at least 19 others predating Jesus by up to two thousand years), was/is an allegorical representation of the sun and its movement across the southern hemisphere, leading to the winter solstice. Heaven is hope, Hell is fear and religion is 'divide and rule'. Seas do not 'part', dead people cannot be resurrected, and God doesn't talk...And you can be fooled/controlled by all this nonsense only if YOU allow yourself to be. 

It's time to wake up.
It's time to be free.
 

You may well think that religion is crazy (as I do). But what about the 'moderate' system that is promoted as an alternative...Get up everyday to go to a job you don't want to do, so you can pay off a little of the vast debt which holds you in bondage for most of your life. Being tricked every four years into voting into power, proven liars to lead you by way of corruption and deceit, who bomb, shoot, torture and subjugate in your name. Living your whole life being afraid of authority, the authority you give. Living a life based on the fundamentally weak and insecure principle of fitting in and being as like everybody else as you possibly can, out of a childish fear of looking different, fearing what 'people might say'. And without doubt the best of all the traits of the moderate, modern system...absolute, unwavering, slavish worship to an electrical box in the corner of your room, displaying pretty little moving pictures, which continually tells you how to be, who you are, and what to think. 

It's time to wake up.
It's time to be free.
 

The world only ends when you die. The things in front of your eyes are actually inside your mind. You live your whole life trying to find out who you are,while pretending to be someone else. You see the world in a way that no one else does, and when you die, your world, the only world you've ever known, dies with you. You are life and you are the world. You are the start and the end of everything important in your world...The magnificence of the moon, the planets, the sun and all the stars of the universe,is nothing compared to the endless beauty that your natural, loving, happy and ebullient self can bring to this planet. Don't listen to the fear that's constantly peddled,listen to your soul. And the next time you read of a predicted doom-filled apocalypse, just take the time to look into the eyes of the people in your life you love the most and who love you just as much, hold them close to you,tell them you love them,and you'll find that all that doom-filled stuff is not so bad after all.
 

Too many people look to leaders, to gurus. Too many give their minds and their lives away to leaders and gurus, too many people are too easily led.
In every strand of a persons DNA there is the genetic code for the creation of that person.
In every persons soul there is the code to access the feeling of the infinite and absolute purity that is The Divine Force Of Love (or whatever name you may wish to call it).
Every human being who has been blessed with life is the temple, is the book and is the leader, but they will never know this while other people are constantly guiding them towards other temples, other books and other leaders.
We are all of us, every beautiful and serene form of life, the living embodiment of All that ever is, was or can be. We are all brothers and sisters, we are all cells of the same organism.
We are the Force of Love personified and it's time we started to remember it.
No more leaders, no more temples, no more mantras, no more guidebooks, we don't need them anymore, we only need Love.

The Divine Force of Love that is All
 

God cannot be seen. God does not speak. God can only be felt. And when you are lucky enough to feel God, your soul will bow and you will sob uncontrollably, for you will immediately feel the shame of your entire existence and every action of your life, for you will see these things in the shadow of the purest purity of Love your heart and soul can conceive of. You will feel like a dark atom in an infinite universe of purity and divine light. And you will know. You will know instantly. And you will never forget. You will know then and forever the truth. The truth cannot be conveyed in words, the truth cannot be painted. The truth is Love, God is Love, Pure, Perfect, Sublime Divine Love. Love is All that is. 
Everything else is imagery.
 

You are what you think you are,you are as happy as you tell yourself you are,your life is a product of how you perceive life to be,it all depends on you,the real you,the person who has and is behind the thoughts,the thinker, not the thoughts the thinker thinks.You know who you are,and no-one ever knows who you are the way you do,you are the only person you do not have the ability to lie to in any way. You are the only person with whom you are 100% honest with all the time,and you know this,everybody does,everybody knows who they are and what they are. You know what you want,what you like and what you dislike. You know how you feel. But how often do you live your life how you genuinely feel,or how you genuinely are? How often do you ignore society's attempts to make you conform,how often do you feel really free to be who you want to be? You are the malleable plaything of society,its tenets and its ploys,and you forever will be,until you decide, in your own mind,in your own life,to be free.
 

All of existence exists in only one place - in the mind of the beholder. Every piece of information, every piece of matter, everything, is held within the depth of the mind. The image in front of your eyes, is just that, an image, and that image only becomes 'real', is given mass, when you interact with it, and all of this happens within the mind, it can happen nowhere else. Reality is whatever the mind decides is real. The mind rules the world, and all the other worlds of all the other beholders of reality, and the mind does not exist in this plane of existence, it is located somewhere else, somewhere outside of human comprehension. Our mind is our computer, our soul is our internet, and our ISP is The Divine Force Of Love. Reality makes you think, the soul makes you feel, and when all the nonsense in your life is swept away, you only feel one thing, the same thing everybody else feels, the feeling of Love. The Divine Force Of Love, the only Truth, and All that is.
 

Live and let live. Love and be loved. It's simple.

And never believe you are anything other than a minuscule dot on the face of an immensity far too large to comprehend.
 

If you believe in religion, you believe in division. If you believe that only your people are right, then you believe that all the other people must be wrong. If you believe in division, you do not believe in unity. Everybody is made from atoms. Everybody is comprised of energy condensed into matter. Everybody breathes air. Everybody is flesh and bone. Everybody eats and everybody drinks.  Everybody hopes and everybody fears.  Everybody wants and everybody needs.  Everybody lives and everybody eventually dies.  Everybody feels Love. Everybody needs Love. Everybody wants to Love. Everybody knows that the most important thing in their lives is Love.  Everybody lives for Love. 
Love doesn't hate, Love doesn't divide, Love doesn't fight, Love only unites.

And there's no book in the world that can tell you how Love feels, or, how good it can make you feel, only you know that.

People do not believe in religion because religion promotes fear, division, hatred and slavery whilst calling these things love. Although most of us go through life continually using excuses and blaming others, in our quiet moments, when we are alone in our thoughts and have time to reflect, we always acknowledge and admit the truth to ourselves. We are the one and only person in our lives whom we do not have the ability to lie to. When we hear the truth we know it instantly, it resonates deep down into our very being. We may protest, we may pretend, we may lie, but we know. We always know the truth when we hear it, it is the essence of our soul...Fear, division and hatred are not aspects of love, being a slave to a religion is not the way we are supposed to be.  Religion teaches disillusionment and ultimately hatred of other people, it places one people above others, and teaches that one people are right, and therefore the rest are wrong. It creates division between the people of the world, and this division creates resentment, which breeds fear which ferments into hatred, from which comes violence. How does a person who teaches his children hatred and division by way of religion, genuinely believe he is wanting the best for his children. How does he believe he is giving his children the best chance to live, when he is excluding so much of life from their lives. How has this lie been allowed to ruin so many peoples lives for so long? It is often said that the oldest principle in life is divide and rule. When are people going to wake up to the perils and inherent evil of dividing mankind into differing and opposing religions. Religion doesn’t allow people to be equal, religion doesn’t allow people to live and let live, religion doesn’t allow Love to flourish. Religion does not promote unity, religion does not promote equality, religion does not promote brotherhood. Religion does not promote Love. It’s time to wake up. 

Be truthful, be honest, be kind and Let Love Guide Every Action, this is how we are supposed to be, it is the only way to be.

You must have a sense of humour. You must have a knowledge of what you're talking about. You must have a live and let live policy. You must have a respect for others. You must have a love for your fellow man. You must have a dislike for hatred. You must have a freedom to be who you want to be. You must have a happy, free and fulfilling life....because if you don't, what must your life be like.

Do we really deserve God?

In light of of all the horrible things that we constantly do to each other, I ask the question, do we really deserve a God? There has never been a period in the history of the earth when war was absent from some part of the world, war is as ever present in mankind’s life as birth and death. We could surely add to the philosophical statement ‘I think, therefore I am’ by saying ‘I am, therefore I kill’, and as a people, we never seem to tire of inflicting incredible horrors on our fellow man; our neighbours, our brothers and sisters. Our delectation for the suffering of others seems as ingrained in our lives as the desire for a higher force to somehow absolve us of any blame attached to the suffering. We are, maybe not individually, but certainly as a collective, a truly barbaric form. And we seem to always have an excuse for our barbarism. So do we kill to please God, do we think it will please him/her or it, do we think that by promoting such perpetual hatred, violence and suffering we are somehow climbing the ladder that will bring us closer to our chosen higher force? If I slaughtered my brothers, would my mother be pleased?

We are a very greedy and selfish people, whether we like to admit it or not, we accumulate wealth, material possessions, even followers, all in the pursuit of self aggrandisement, and we never cease to find ways to assuage such actions: ‘I am, therefore I need’, but what of others needs, how much of our time is given to the needs of ourselves, compared to the time we spend on others, do we truly understand the concept of universal equality, a concept which surely would be adopted as self-evident by a much more enlightened form. If I was abundantly rich and my brothers were profoundly poor, would my mother be pleased with this situation?

We live lives of lies each and everyday, our very existence is like a raft floating on a sea of ignored truths, our souls constantly bombard our minds with the knowledge of what we should be doing, what is the right and correct thing to do, yet we find a myriad of excuses to turn our minds away from such insights, and instead chose what is simpler or easier to do, the thing that takes less effort on our part. Is this God’s way?

We do all these things, and we’ve always, as a people done these things, yet we also have temples of various kinds throughout the world, places we can all go to, to wash ourselves clean of our day-to-day ignorances and insults to providence, do we assume God is blind? How long can we justifiably go on kicking a man for six days a week, whilst expecting to be forgiven for such offences as long as we ‘play the game’ by going to pray once in that week? 

We need to wake up to the reality of human life, we are, as a people, unfortunately, very far from the path to righteousness, and very far away from the concept of spiritual enlightenment, and we forever will be, while we have this image of God as being okay with our digressions as long as we prostrate ourselves at his altar once in a while.

We have been given a beautiful garden in which the multitude of mankind's beauty has been given all that is needed to blossom and bloom whilst spreading the heavenly scent of our kindness, charity and love. We can chose to be flowers or we can chose to be weeds, and as any gardener will tell you, a garden full of lovingly tended beautiful smelling flowers is a far nicer place to live and behold than a weed filled, neglected tract of land.

And when we do this, when everyone does this and everyone has the opportunity to do this, not just some of us, then, and only then, will we deserve the attention of the eternal and supreme cultivator, the one who makes all the beautiful gardens for all the beautiful flowers.

This is 'God’s' way, the way of Love.
 

In the same way that a small child is not told the truth about Santa Claus, we will learn the truth about the,no doubt abundant forms of alien life in the vast known universe when we are ready to accept such a leap in the evolution of earth and man. But right now,the truth is unfortunately,that humans and their appointed/elected masters would only see the opportunities for greed,power and subjection from any alien contact. We are at the moment a quasi-civilised barbaric, hate-filled, war-loving, greedy, insecure and selfish people, whose concept of equality, whether fuelled by doctrines of antiquity or accumulation of resources, proves that our seed is not worth promulgating for beneficial cosmological growth. What would we bring to the extra-terrestrial party, other than hatred and division? How would the other life forms of the universe benefit from including us into their realm, unless of course, they are interested in buying weapons to use on their own people.
 

For some strange reason, mankind has always needed heroes to cheer and bogeymen to fear. It is our inherent weakness that demands and facilitates this never ending dualism. Until we learn and understand the true meaning of equality, we will be forever blighted by this discordant situation.
 

It is our thinking minds and all the rubbish that is contained within it that causes us to question the wonderful feeling of Love that is within us all. Our minds and our memories and all the things we have been programmed to believe and accept act as a reverse-filter which clouds our feelings, and actively dilutes the constantly flowing and beautiful feeling of Love. We have been conditioned to only think our way through life, we are very rarely encouraged to use our feelings as a guide. 
We need to find a way to marry the two principles of the mind, thought and feeling, for this is the only way we will be able to navigate life not only successfully, but happily. 

Love will show us the right path to walk, but it will not move our legs for us.
 

How many people have evolved away from the pressures of society to the point where they can readily accept and appreciate the feeling of Divine Love. Too many people are too involved in the world created by the media and the governments of the world, the one of selfishness, greed, insecurity and fear, the world driven by economic growth, rather than spiritual growth. These people do not find it easy to feel and express the Love that is flowing through them and in every part of them. They find it easier to suppress their feelings out of the fear that they may be ridiculed if they express how they really feel. These people need to be encouraged to embrace and express their feelings, to not be scared of them, for when they do start to embrace the beautiful feeling that Love gives them, and when they learn the beautiful feeling they can feel by expressing their Love, then they will become addicted to it, and will want to do it more and more and more. They will realise that it is not only the best way to live, but in fact, the only way to live. They will then realise that they have always felt the Love within them, it was always there, but have been trained and conditioned since the day they were born, to suppress and hide away their feelings so they can fit more easily into a society, which places thoughts above feelings.
Love will ultimately take care of everything, because Love is everything, but we need to embrace it and encourage it, not just for some of us, but for everyone, even the ones handicapped by the pressures of society.
And when everyone learns the importance of Love, when everyone starts to show it everyday in every action to everyone else, then and only then, will we be able to evolve into a people who can start to understand the higher form of Love, the Divine Force of Love/God.
The sun spreads its rays on its own, and brings light and warmth, but in the world we all live in, we all need to do everything we can to help Love spread its warmth and light, because at the moment, in regards to Love, there are too many people living in darkness.
 

We are all one, we are all the same, every one of the people on this planet, we are all cells of the same organism, we are the living, breathing expression of God/Love, like one big diverse family. But so many of our brothers and sisters are unhappy, upset, frightened, in fear, scared, homeless and worst of all; starving, around three quarters of the world is starving, even though the world can easily make enough food for everyone. Weapons are bought by every country in the name of 'defence', billions are spent every year on them, while billions do not have enough food to eat. The world seems to be waging a war against mankind.

If I had nine brothers and sisters in my family, and all nine of them were suffering from fear, war, pain, disease, depression, insecurity, homelessness, poverty and starvation, but I was not suffering from any of these problems, then how could I be happy and content? How could I look towards a higher force and ask it to provide me with fulfilment and peace for my soul, knowing how much pain my family is in? I would be a very selfish person if I did not do everything I can to make my brothers and sisters lives as happy as mine was. I would not think of myself as worthy of Love/God if I ignored the problems affecting my family.

But the people of the world only see 'their own' people, and only think of the problems that affect 'their own kind' and this is so very wrong, and it is the exact opposite of the Divine principle of Love. We must love and care and help all of the human family, we must all work towards making the world a better place for everyone, not just our own, and that is the very minimum that we must do if we want to develop in a spiritual way that will one day lead us closer to understanding Love/God.

We all have different names for God. We may look different. We may speak different languages. But we all feel Love in the same way, because Love is what connects the world, it is the only thing that is the same in each and every person, and every culture in every country. 

If you say that Love has triumphed over hate, I would disagree. I would say that Love has survived in spite of the continued hatred and division, and war and violence. It continues to inspire us to fight hatred, but at the moment, unfortunately, hatred seems to be winning the battle, and I think the problem is that too many people are looking to the heavens, rather than looking at the state of the world they live in. And this is not how Love/God meant it to be.

We are all brothers and sisters in this world, and though we may look and speak differently, we all have the same parent, and that is undeniably, The Divine Force of Love/God. I think it's time we started to make our parent happy and the only way that can happen, is by showing and spreading our Love to all of the world, not just our own kind.
 

We are God, because God/Love is everything, and we are something. All is All and that cannot be divided. Division is the cause of the troubles we witness in the world. When we all understand that we are all, every one of us, a part of, albeit a staggeringly small part, All that is, then unity, understanding and Love will cause all the troubles to melt away, in the same way that the self melts away in the presence of The Force of Love/God.

You are a tiny cell of the most amazing thing there could ever be,you are a tiny part of the force that is all there is,you are a living,breathing expression of the Force of Love.And this force has been the hidden hand that has guided mankind from its evolutionary beginnings,all the way to where we are now,and will continue to do so until we reach our true potential.And with Love guiding us,we will achieve our destiny,and that is peace on earth and equality for all of mankind,regardless of colour,creed or birthplace.No more division.No more hatred.No more wars.And all of this is achievable as long as we realise the true power of Love,it is not the utopian fantasy that the powers of this world has worked so hard to make us believe, it is the destiny given to us by the true and only power, the Force of Love which lives inside all of us,that is all of us,and makes us who we are.We are all Love,and we all know it,we've just been trained to forget. It's now time to remember.

Of course his (the Archbishop of Canterbury) belief was shaken, because his belief in a higher force is only as deep as the depth of an ink-printed word. Words cannot tell you about the true higher force, only your feelings can, and the more your feelings tell you, the more you will understand why you can never truly understand what the higher force is. These people are in the business of selling you a story. Their lives rely on you believing whatever they want you to believe, and while that situation exists, you will keep being sold the same old story. Remember the time when you felt happiest in life, remember the times that bring the most joy when you recollect them and you will find those memories infused with a beautiful feeling of Love. Love is the only higher force. Love is what makes you feel the happiest you've ever felt. Love is why you live. Love is the most important thing in your life. Love is in the eyes of everyone you care most about. Now look into those eyes and try to deny it. Words are not Love.

Of course the God that came out of scared and fearful human minds does not exist,how could it.The God we created is petty,vindictive,cruel and insecure,and as such has clearly been created in the image of its maker - mankind.But there really is a higher force,a force so high,so perfect,so blindingly sublime as to be beyond the mind of any human being.And you all know it's name, everyone does...It is Love.It is the Force of Love that makes everything in existence,and is all of existence and so much more,so much more than we will ever know,as much as we vainly try.It is the reason why we invented our God,and the reason why we fear our God so much.It is the Truth we run from all our lives.It is the Truth we dare not face,nor admit.It is everything that is,and everything is a part of it,there can be nothing that is not.It is you and all you are.It is All there is.It is The Divine Force of Love that is All.And If you look deep into your heart, deep into your soul, you will see it.

The universe and all of physical reality is merely a wisp floating upon the face of a spiritual vastness far too immense and far too complex for the human mind to even imagine, to even dream of imagining. A force of such sublime power, it is impossible to contemplate, as its power when truly witnessed, is so utterly debilitating to the mind, soul and very being as to render the beholder totally helpless, totally life-less, totally ego-less and totally self-less. Its power renders the self completely redundant and in its presence, everything is wiped away; all the theories, all the concepts, all the illusions, all the stories, all the books, all the doctrines, and in its place is the absolute truth, the only truth. And when faced with the ultimate truth, whilst in its presence, witnessing its true power, there is only one possible reaction that man can have, and that is total and utter mental breakdown of the most beautiful, weeping kind, and anybody who professes any different has not truly experienced it. It shows you just exactly how far away from pure Love your soul and all the actions of your life have been. It shows your soul the most beautiful, blinding brilliance it could ever witness. It makes you shameful of every action of your existence.  Even the human invention that is God as we have been taught would fall to its knees and weep in its presence. This is the truth that even God cannot deny.

It is All there is.

It is The Divine Force of Love that is All.

​We are an electrical field constantly transmitting energy, all that we are (the whole thing we would call ‘ourself’) is constantly transmitted into the ‘world’, and the world we live in, our model, is just the accumulation of all the transmitted fields of all the things that emit energy. We are an energy that IS, within an energy field.
And all that energy in that energy field is knowledge, because if it is, it is there to be known.
We are constantly receiving this knowledge, this energy, as well as constantly transmitting it.
It’s why we are so electric
This is why we know things beyond what we should be able to know. This is why hindsight provides so many answers. We knew all the answers at the time, because they were constantly being transmitted to us, or we were inadvertently receiving their signals, but either way, we had the knowledge, but our conscious, thinking, worrying, nervous, frightened, mimicking mind, caused us to be beset with thoughts which obscured the transmission of the message/signal, and therefore reduced the message/signal down to the unexplainable ‘little voice’ we all, without exception, acknowledge the presence of. 
There are some things you know, and you don’t know why. There are things that you ‘pick up’ from situations. You have instincts. You have bad feelings about things.
This is why.
You are a transmitter and receiver of energy.
You are part of a system that is energy in many different forms.
There are ways to understand this
Though you cannot see it, everything that is something, is a vibrating, energetic form, and that includes you.
You are energy and your body is electric 
But your mind is something else, that is formed from a different type of energy, a finer one.
Your mind is a more refined form of energy, it is the frontispiece of an energy that is more refined even still, the soul.
The soul is the YOU or the I, of the mind, it’s the place in your mind you always return to, it’s the place where you look at the world from, and no matter how insane you may seem, you will always know you.
And the soul is the sea you’ve fashioned a boat from.
The soul is part of the highest, most refined form of energy, the top energy, the one all the others belong to. The one that feels like Love.
You, the person you know yourself to be, the one you always return to, you are not just a clever animal, you are a developed animal, an animal that has developed the ability to feel, and with this new skill, you have learned how to appreciate the beauty of existence, because you have developed the ability to feel Love, and because you have developed this ability, you have become able to appreciate the Truth about existence, because the Truth is that Love is the highest form of energy (at least in terms of what we as humans could understand) that humanity will probably ever know about.
The elusive Truth behind Love, the thing that makes it, that is it, is probably going to be beyond most people’s grasp for at least some time, if not forever; you can know about it, just like the surface of Jupiter, but you will probably, never experience it.
Don’t settle for this silly nonsense: work, work, pay, pay, worry bullshit.
You are not a commodity, you are a component of, and an important part of, the most amazing form of energy there is.
You are the thing that is all there is, you don’t have its power, but you are still it, albeit a very, very small part of it.
Start to feel who you are, start to remember, and you will discover such an inner strength as you could never have believed, you will feel that connection, the natural connection you have with the energy I am describing, you will feel how natural it feels, and that, with each time you feel it, will confirm what I’m telling you.
You are the form of energy we call Love
The energy that we call Love, is actually the emanation, or representation of the highest form of energy there is, the one we call God.
God doesn’t fully describe what it is, only one word does.
All
No beginning, no end, no name, no description, no comprehension. A concept beyond words.
Something beyond our mind, something beyond all or any minds.
Something that is everything.
All
And we are a part of it. Me and you, and everyone else. And every other living thing. And all the other stuff. 
The Force of Love has been shackled by greed and rules and power. And confusion.
Our efforts in this reality, after the journey we have been on, were never meant to result in servitude.
We are slaves to so many unnecessary systems, systems that benefit so tiny a proportion of people.
We live in fear of things which can be eradicated with the wave of a hand.
We are shackled to a way of thinking that is not natural to our soul.

All of us know how we feel inside, all of us know how unfair the world is, all of us know something is not right, all of us know what Love is, all of us know how it makes us feel, all of us know how much we want it in our lives, all of us know it’s all we really want. All of us.
All of us wants Love in our lives, to some degree, all of the time.
And that's because Love is the greatest feeling we know of.
And we Love the feeling that Love gives us, because it connects us and we Love being connected to others, and because deep down, or even just behind the mask, we know what the feeling of Love ultimately connects us to. It rings a bell in our soul, it reminds us of something.
It reminds us who we are, or at least who we should be.
It sings the most beautiful song we have ever heard.
And when we hear it, we Love every single note of it.

It's time to stop listening to all the bullshit that surrounds us, it's time to start listening to our soul, and as every human being knows, the soul of every human being is Love.
Love should be guiding our lives, not lies.
Love is guiding our lives, but we're just not listening
 

We are all one, and that one is Love and Love is All
 

So I made myself an apple pie.
I used a sweet pastry.
I peeled, cored and sliced up some  apples.
I gave the apples a little cooking in a pan with some butter, a bit of  sugar and a little cinnamon.
I lined the pastry dish, added the apples and then covered them with the remaining pastry.
I glazed the top of the pie, and baked it until it was done (It had a lovely smell as it was baking).
I cut it into eight portions, when it had cooled sufficiently, it looked really lovely.
Then somebody knocked at my door, so I went to see.
They were selling something, some amazing thing they had invented. Apparently, they got the idea from something that they had read in a book. They said it was a good book. They seemed like nice people.
After talking to them about their wonderful invention for a while, they remembered they had to be somewhere else, so I bid them farewell, and I wished them well. 

(I hope their invention brings them the success they hope for, as they seemed to have put a lot of hard work into it, and really seemed to believe in it)
 

When I returned to the kitchen and my lovely, freshly baked apple pie, I noticed something peculiar.
I noticed a sound coming from somewhere. At first I couldn’t place it, as it was very quiet, but the more I listened, the more I could hear, and I determined where the sound was coming from. It was coming from the pie. The pie was making noises. So I put my ear down to the pie and I listened. And as I listened, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I could hear voices.
“Our portion is better than that portion…our apples are tastier than their apples…they’ve got too much cinnamon on their apples …their slices are not uniform, unlike ours…that portions pastry is far to thick in places, look how even our pastry is…can you believe how dark their crust is compared to ours…I’m glad I’m not part of that portion there…I much prefer our kind of portion”
As you can imagine, I was amazed and staggered by this. My pie was magic! My pie was alive!
My pie was amazing. 
It was as sweet as l wanted it to be, it had a nice crispy crust with a shiny glaze, and it looked  so tempting.
It was just how I wanted it to be. It was, to me at least, the perfect kind of pie. 
But when I heard the pie talking, I knew I had made something truly special.
I wanted the world to see my magic, talking pie, so I sat down in my front room with a nice cup of tea, and had a good think as to how I would display my pie to the world, so the world could wonder at the miracle I had created. 
I decided I would make some videos of the pie talking as it does, and I would make a website and post the videos there for all the world to see (if , of course, they wanted to see such a thing…though I honestly couldn’t imagine why anybody wouldn’t want to see a magic, talking  pie!).
So I picked up my clever little phone, one of those ones that can take pictures and videos and the like, and I went back into the kitchen.
You will not believe what I saw.
The pie was no longer just eight portions. It had been divided into sixteen portions. 
As I was the only person in this house of mine, I concluded that the pie must have divided itself.
“What!” I thought to myself  “Am I going crazy?…has this pie really divided itself, or did I somehow divide it further myself, but have somehow forgotten doing it?”
“No”, thought  I, “I definitely remember dividing it into the eight portions that I required”
Then I noticed something . The voices I had heard before, were now saying something different.
“ I hate that portion…that portion thinks it is better than this portion…that portion doesn’t belong here…that portion has too many apples…we should take some of their cinnamon…why should that portion have all the sugar” 

Children are wonderful, with their little games and their little stories and their funny little way of seeing the world.
They laugh, they play, they cry, they graze their knees. And they always need their mums and their dads.
When they go out into the big, wide world, they like to hold onto the hand of their mum or their dad. They feel safe knowing that their mummy and daddy will look after them and protect them and keep them from harm, and so they hold on tight to that parents hand, that protecting influence. And when they do feel comfortable enough to let go of mummy or daddy’s hand, they only do so for a while, only until something scares them, and then they run right back to the protection of their parent’s care. They run back to a place that they know, as much as they know anything, that is safe. They run back to the place where they can safely view the world, knowing nothing can harm them.
They run to a safety from the confusion that the world presents to them. 
Their confusion scares them. The world, at first, scares them. Their parents do not.
And they need to be told the things of life in a way that their childish minds will understand.
 

If  you want to open a Muslim only launderette, so as to ensure the purity of the washing machines, you should be allowed to do so, because if this is what you want, then you should be allowed to do it.
If  you want to start a website that promotes white supremacy, because you don’t like non-white people because you think they are somehow not as good as white people, you should be allowed to do so,  and nobody should try to stop you, if that is what you really want to do.
If you want to build a big Jewish wall that stops non-Jewish people looking at you, with their non-Jewish eyes, then there should be nothing to stand in your way, nobody should be offended, because you are only exercising  your right to do what you want to do, and nobody should have a problem with that.
If  you want to kill thousands, maybe millions of people with massive, people-killing  machinery, that kills people in the most horrific ways imaginable, just so you can financially profit from it and buy yourself a  bigger house or maybe treat yourself to that yacht you’ve always wanted, then there is no reason why you shouldn’t be allowed to do so. It’s your right to do want you want to do, and nobody can tell you what is right for you to want, or what you should do, or shouldn’t, after all, who are they to tell you.
If you want to laugh, you should be allowed to laugh. 
If you want to hit somebody, then you should be allowed to hit whoever you want.
If you want to kill someone, then go ahead and kill them, if that’s what you want.
Whatever you want to do, then do it. Do it without guilt. Don’t worry or fret about it. Just do it.
You can do whatever you want.

“In the name of God, I hold this gun”. And they kill, in the name of peace. Success is money, and fame is good. Why try, when you can just lie. They dance, and they dance, and they dance, because they are scared to stop dancing. They are scared to be alone. Look at me, so I don’t have to. Now believe in my God, or I will send you back to yours. But ‘we’ believe in. But what can you do. They demand you do as they do, why wouldn’t you want to. They see all the others dancing, and think to themselves; 'we must be here to dance'. Death, death, death, never enough death. The light was very bright, or at least it would have been, had I looked at it. They dance and twirl, they never want the dance to end. They see dreams in paper, in numbers. Mine is mine, now leave me alone. I’m scared to be alone. They think the world is as bad as they see themselves. They think paradise should be paved over and poisoned. They just want to dance until they can dance no more. They don’t mind the guns, the bombs and the death, just so long as you let them dance. They are scared to know who they are. They know they are not dancers. They know who they are, and this scares them. So they dance. For when they dance, they don’t have to think. They don’t have to think about themselves and how much of a disappointment they are to themselves. They don’t have to think about the killing, the starvation, the hatred and the grief. 
They think their God will eventually fix all this. They believe this.

You fucking idiots. 
You stupid fucking idiots.
Can you not see? Are you really that blind? Are you really that scared ?

Whether you see eight portions of the pie, or eighty trillion to the power of a trillion portions of the same pie, surely you can see that they are all just portions of the same fucking pie, you stupid, fucking idiot. And believe me when I say, that your God, nor your inventions, will not stop you being the fucking, senseless idiot you are, anymore than ‘he’, or they, will resurrect the dead, make horses that fly, make oceans that split or make a life that cannot be ended. 
Your stupidity, and your fear, are all your own fault.
You choose to hate, just as you choose to be blind.
You choose to manufacture these weapons, and you choose to use them.
You choose to see the portions as different.
You choose to see the portions as different from the Pie.

Look into the light of yourself and see how beautiful you are, and how stupid you have been.
See how childish you are in your ‘beliefs’. See how petty you are in your greed. See how silly your hatred really is. See yourself, and know yourself, and when you do, you will know why I say the things I do.

So I made a world, and the world was happy, but then the world got bored of being happy, and it wanted something else. So I gave it whatever it wanted and I never stopped giving it whatever it wanted.
But I always knew that one day it would want something other than what it thought it wanted.
I knew the world would one day want to be happy again, and I knew that one day, the world would be happy again. I always knew this, I never had to believe it. I don’t have to believe, I know.
Because I made the world. Every little bit, every last bit. All of it. 
And I made it how I wanted it to be. And I wanted it to be happy, every last bit of it, every little bit of it, all of it. All the portions.

I don’t  want you to hate each other, I want you to Love each other
I don’t want you to kill each other, I want you to care for each other
I don’t want you to be scared, I want you to be happy
This is why I gave you Love.

You are all one, you are all the same, as everything is
You are all Love, all made of Love, as everything is
This is the Truth
The Truth is Love, You are Love, And Love is All

Now look inside yourself and you will see me, 
I am Love, 
I am You,
I am All

Can you imagine?
Imagine if you could not imagine. Imagine if you didn’t dream. Imagine if you did not know how to hope.
Imagine if all you knew, or could know, was only what was here and now, clear and obvious.
Imagine if all you were was all you are.
Imagine your life if it was limited to only body and movement.
Imagine your life if all you could think about was what you are doing.
Can you imagine that?
We have dreams. All of us do. We all dream. Why? Why do we dream. Our dreams are amazing, tantalising, out of this world and most of the time, totally inexplicable. Why are they so fantastic, and why do we experience such fantastic experiences of the mind. What causes them and to what purpose? (no answers on a postcard, please).
We have daydreams. Times when we ‘drift off’ and visit other places, but only ever in our mind. Times when we detach from this, and go to there. A limitless there full of hopes and sometimes, depending who we are, fears. A there we can visit whenever we want, for as long as we want. A (generally) nice little place we can go to, if we want to.
We can take drugs that ‘bend’ our minds, and makes us ‘trip’. Little pills, powders and potions that can transport us into worlds of the mind and experience that we never could have believed could have existed. Worlds of unexplainable strangeness and wonder.
Worlds that cannot exist inside pills, potions and powders. Worlds that cannot be explained by studying a chemical reaction or a molecule. Worlds beyond what worlds can be. Feelings beyond what we thought it was possible to feel.
I have seen the future.
Does a dog dream as vividly as a human? Does a koala get as high as my kite can fly? Does a rat hope to one day be respected?
I have seen the future, and it is good. Very, very good.
I have imagined. I have dreamt. And I have seen.
I was made to see.
There will be no money, everything will be free. Every shop, every supermarket, every place where it is now sold, will become a place where you just walk in, choose what you want, and then walk out. No charge, no profit, no problems. There if you need it, whenever you need it, no matter who you are, where you come from, or what you look like. As free as the water that spills from the clouds. As free as a dream. It will be made if it is needed, and whoever needs it, will get it. No more wasteful production, produced just so as to produce a profit. We will work to make the things we need. We will laugh at the times when it wasn’t so.
No more starving Africans. No more famine. No more working our lives away. No more missing out on life. No more rich.
No more working in jobs that are only needed due to somebody’s grasping, greedy, insecure desires. We will work in jobs that are life enriching, and those that are not, the mundane, necessary, soul-destroying ones, will be done by those without any soul to destroy. The machines will toil, while we play. At first we will be required to turn the machine’s knobs, fill up their hoppers and grease their cogs, but even this, will one day be eradicated by our invention and creativity. No A.I. nonsense. Just H.I. brilliance. The brilliance that is constantly dimmed by the need to put food on the table, or a roof above a head, or the need to pay somebody for something that is quite clearly free. Like the water that falls freely from the clouds. Like the apples that grow on those trees with no coin slots. Like life. Like freedom. Like love.
I have seen this. This is coming. It cannot be stopped.
It is not a dream. It is the future.
The boss does not make mistakes. We do, they do, everyone does. Even nature makes mistakes (or so we mistakenly think).
The boss never does. It’s not what it does. I have seen what the boss does. I was made to see.
We will talk to each other. Really talk. Not just chit-chat, not just banter, not just words we just use to get through conversations. Not just skating on the surface and skirting round the subject. All the elephants will be removed from all the rooms. We will talk, and we will know, and we will like. And we will like what we come to know. We will like who we come to know. Just as we do now, when we take the time to do so. A freedom expressed by the ability to allow ourselves to express ourselves. The freeing of ourselves from our frail, self-imposed, pathetic prison. The prison without walls or bars. The one made of made-up conventions and imagined expectations.
We will not care what they say. We will not care who is saying it, or how they are saying it. We will not waste a moment of our precious time wondering why they are saying these things, the things that they are apparently always saying. We will say ‘say what you want, whenever you want, however you want, I’m too busy being what I want to be to care’.
We will look into eyes and see beauty, not difference. We will see the possibilities, not the fear. We will see ourselves being looked at in the same manner, and we will like what we see, and how we are seen. We will see life. We will see love. We will see, and we will know, understanding. We will understand why we love life, and why life seems to love us.
We will see the boss.
If you cannot imagine this, if you cannot see this, don’t worry, it’s because it’s been deliberately obscured from your view, because it is dangerous. Dangerous to those who count their worth in wealth. Dangerous to those that fear freedom more than failure. Dangerous to those that fear the feeling of love that they themselves cannot, as yet, feel like you do. The machine men and women. The soon-to-be-deposed masters. The failures.
Love costs nothing. Just like water. And the apples hanging freely from the tree. And the truth.
The truth is coming. It cannot be stopped. Only a fool would think that it could be. Only a failure.
Money, money, money, no longer needed, in the freedom world.
And the guns. And the tanks. And the bullets. And the missiles. And the armies. And all the business of killing. No longer needed. We have learnt all we ever could learn from these things. We have graduated from the school of misery with honours, and our bullet-protecting helmets will not be thrown into the air in celebration and jubilation, they will just be thrown away. We will all come together as a people, as a one, to build a giant behemoth of a missile, one as big as a city, and we will fill it to the brim with all the machines of death, all our misery-making mistakes, and we will all salute as it is blasted into the darkness, leaving behind it only light, the light of human kindness and compassion. The beautiful light of humane possibility, unfettered by a profitable hatred. Unfettered by the confusion that we have allowed ourselves to be confused by for far, far too long.
Make no mistake, will pay for our mistakes, and the payment will wrench at our souls, and our tears will flow, and our painful regret will not immediately cancel the debt, but make no mistake, our debt will, one day, be payed, and we will be free. Just like everything will be. Just like I have seen. Just like I was made to see.
The way the boss made me see.
The way the boss will make you see.
This is no dream. This is not make-believe. This is the future. The future we will make.
The future the boss will make us make.
Your smallness will disappear. Your fear will be found out. Your mistakes will be highlighted, then eradicated. Your confusion will vacate the premises. And taking the place of all these errors, standing strong and sure, will be you. The real you. The you, you know you can be. The you, you know that you are. The you, you have always been, but have always been scared to admit. The you, you want the world to know. The you, the world wants to know, if only you knew it.
You are big, you are strong and you are sure. You just don’t know it yet. But you will. Make no mistake.
Because the boss doesn’t make mistakes.
And you, are not a mistake, though you might not know it. Yet.
This is coming.
Just as the king could not stop the sea, the lies cannot, and will not stop the truth. Because they cannot. They are merely custodians and caretakers. We own the world. We own life. We own love. We own ourselves. And all that we can be, belongs to us.
We own the truth, and one day, we will own the key that sets us free.
The boss is the key.
Believe what you want. Read what you want. Imagine what you want. Dream your dreams. Dream your daydreams.
When a body dies, the cells of that body can do nothing about it, no matter how hard they may try.
When the truth is acknowledged, it cannot be forgotten.
When the boss calls, no-one ignores the call.
Because the boss, is everything. And when everything is known, everything knows it. It cannot be any other way.
Love is the only way.
Love is the boss.
Love is all.
Love is coming. It cannot be stopped.
No matter what you may think.

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While the machine is in charge, the world will be robotic.
When love takes over, the world will be (divinely) inspired.
Can a robot feel love?
Can you feel love?
Are you a robot?
If not, why do you behave like one?
If so, then so be it.​




You keep hurting and killing each other. You hate each other, and you seem to like it. You almost seem to love killing and suffering. How else can it appear? 
Billions and billions and billions of pounds spent every year on finding new and better ways to kill each other. 
And not a penny spent on finding new ways to love each other. 
Lies upon lies upon lies, all told just so we can hate each other more and more and more than we already do.
What the hell is going on? What is wrong with you all? 
I can answer those two questions for you with one simple answer; you obviously don’t know what love really is, because if you did, you would never do what you keep on doing.​

God...

When you look at an internet page on computer screen, you see the page you have selected to visit, which is just one of many millions of pages you could select to visit and look at. At your fingers is, all the possibility of the internet. It is all contained within that little or large screen you are now looking at. All of the internet is sat, just behind that page you are looking at, and if you know how and where to look, you will be able to find anything you want to see, and maybe some things you don’t. It’s all there for you to discover, if that’s what you want to do.

What has caused people to be so stupid, as to believe in something so stupid as the God we have been trained to believe in. Hot snow does not fall upwards. A God who loves would not constantly punish, torment and incite to kill. it would not divide ‘his’ people into warring factions. It would never countenance something as horrific as hell.
Human beings have genuinely been convinced that hot snow does fall upward, and that good is bad, sorrow is joy, and that Love can be taught. 
Look into the eyes of your children, your wives, your mothers. Look for the hatred. Look for the pain. Look for the sorrow. Do you see it. Do you wish your children to be in pain and suffering. Do you hate them?
God hates us. He hates the fact that we don’t understand him. He hates the fact we are not as ‘good’ as him. He hates how we live our lives, and he hates who we are. He hates the world we have created as a result of misunderstanding him and trying to be as good as him. He hates our happiness.
He likes it when we fight and argue though, he likes a bit of conflict. He likes blood.

God is a made-up creation created by human beings in an effort to subvert the beautiful feeling that we get when we experience the true higher force (Love).
God was created by human beings who wanted to harness the power of the higher force for the purposes of controlling other human beings and causing them do as they wished
God is a tool, that allows people to control other people.
God is a word, a name.
God, does not exist, and never will.
God is for the weak minded. God is for adult-children. 
God.

“But I’ve been taught all my life that God is real, if he’s not, what does that say about my life and how I’ve lived it”
“But I've got nothing else in my life, my life is God, without it, I am nothing”
“But if I just keep repeating it, maybe I can ignore the doubts I have always secretly had”
“But I’m a christian, a muslim, a hindu, a jew…so I believe what ‘my people’ believe”
“But, I’ve read this book”
“But if I don’t believe, and there really is, what then?”
“But to me, believing is the same as knowing”
“But life is shit, there must be more”
“But, it’s what I believe”
“But who am I, I am nothing, and God makes me something, and true or not, that’s good enough for me”

A child cannot believe in God, only an adult can, because only an adult can convince him or herself to believe in something they know cannot exist. 
A child runs to his parents for protection when the world gets too scary, an adult runs to God.
A child gets taught to take responsibility for his or her actions. God absolves adults from this onerous task.
A child learns to hate, to kill and to blame and excuse from the only place they can learn it from; adults.

Adults invented pain, suffering, hatred, torment, power, control, blame and lies, they also invented God. Children would never be so stupid.

God is a name for a system of control, invented by the few to control the many, and the many have accepted this nonsensical concept, because it is far easier to accept than the truth.
The Truth.
The thing that the people run from as fast as they can, whenever they can, for as long as they can
The Truth.

The Truth is Love, and Love is the Truth
And you, and everybody else in the world knows this. It’s one of the few things you actually, really, truly know. And though you may have forgotten it, you will always be able to remember it. The knowledge of, and the ability to recognise, the Truth, will never leave you. It is you more than you will ever know.
Have you ever been lied to? How did it feel?
Have you ever been told the truth? How did that feel?
How sick and tired are you of being lied to and deceived? How much do you yearn to be just told the truth, whatever the truth may be? 
You know the books are lying to you, you know you shouldn’t hate your neighbour just because a book tells you to, you know that life can be beautiful, and that beauty is not a ‘sin’, you know the books are there to control you, you know they are full of lies, you know it’s a sort of business. You know it’s all about oppression. You know it’s all about dividing and separating. You know it’s all about keeping you down. You know it’s all about power. You know it is nothing to do with a higher power. You know these things.
And you know, because you know the truth; the truth about God, the truth about you, and the Truth. You know the Truth.

The Truth

There really is a God, though that’s not it’s name. It doesn’t have a name, because it doesn’t need one. You only have a name, because you need one, this thing doesn’t.
This thing is so much more than any thought could ever consider it to be, no thought can ever do it justice.
This thing is so much more than anything that could ever be in the mind of someone who thinks.
This thing is everything that is, and everything that ever was, and will be everything that ever will be, and everything that is, including you and me, is a part of it. We are drops in its ocean, we are cells of its body, we are the atoms of it, we are it. We have to be, because it is everything.
As hard as it is to imagine, as hard as it is to believe, this is the Truth. 
This is the real God. 
It cannot be imagined, it cannot be measured, it cannot be seen, nor can it be heard. It doesn’t make rules, it doesn’t write books. 
It does not create anything, it does not destroy anything, it does demand nor judge.
It doesn’t do anything, because it is everything, and everything does not need to do anything, because it is everything.
It is everything. Everything. It is all that everything is, and that is infinitely more than anything you might imagine it to be.
It is All
That is what it is
It is All
Though that is not its name, that’s just a description of it.
It is God, it is Allah, it is Brahman, it is Jehovah, it is Satan.
It is consciousness, it is malevolence.
It is the soul and it is you.
It is matter, it is reality, it is life. It is thought, it is feeling, it is experience, it is now.
It is the catalyst for all that is.
But is also something else, it is the most beautiful and perfect something that anything can be.
It is Love
It is the source of Love
It is where Love comes from
It is what Love is
It is why Love is
It is Love
Love is the way that we can know that ‘God’ exists
Love is why our God exists
Love is why we exist
Love is why everything exists
This I know

But I don’t know what All is, that is unknowable, it is only possible to know what Love is, for when you are in the presence of All, there is no you, no life, no reality, no universe, no matter, nothing but All/Love, and the ‘once-was-you’. No questions and no need for answers.
All the answers, all of everything, all at once. All of it. All
In its presence, you understand what you can never describe.
In its presence you feel all the feelings you have ever had.
In its presence, you know,
in its presence, you know what it is, you know it instantly, you know what you are, you know instinctively, and you know that that is all you need to know, or ever will.
You know, to a degree that cannot be described or imagined, that this is the thing we mistakenly call…God, Allah, Brahman, Consciousness and All
And you know that it cannot have a name, and it cannot be described, and it cannot be imagined. It can only be experienced. It can only be known by feeling.
And you know it can only be known, you know it is not possible to believe in it, for you know that it is far too far beyond belief to be believed.​

It is the most powerful thing there is,
It is the thing we all call god,
It has no name.
It is perfection,
It is pure,
It is god,
It has no name.
It is everything there is,
It is everything that can be,
It is everything that ever will be,
It is the start and the end and everything in between.
It is the source of all,
It is the cause of all, 
It is all. 
It is beyond description,
It is beyond thought or comprehension,
It is beyond what we can ever know,
It is beyond reality,
It is beyond god, 
It is beyond all that is,
It is beyond words.
It is the soul,
It is you,
It is me,
It is them, 
It is all of them,
It is all of it.
It is god, it is allah, it is brahman,
It has no name.
It is love.
It really is.

​And what about the rest of the year?

What about the three hundred and fifty or so days of the year when we are not given permission to be happy, when we are not permitted and encouraged (at least ostensibly) to express goodwill to all, when we are not encouraged to think of others, what then?
When the tree is packed away. When the families are all back in their own homes. When all the seasonal songs have been taken of the radio playlists. What then?
Back to “fuck ‘em all if they’re not me or mine”, and “I’ve got my own problems to think about”. Back to ‘do your jobs, watch your telly, and pay your bills, because that’s all you’re good for, and that’s all we need you for’. Back to being the selfish fuckers we all know ourselves to be. Back to pride and purchases and the excuses and lies that we need to constantly hypnotise ourselves with to justify such an obviously shallow existence. Back to life, as we all genuinely know it.
Invite your family round anytime you want. Treat anyone you want, anytime you want. Listen to David and Bing or Kirsty and Shane whenever you feel like it; July, September, even March, if that’s what you want. 
Think of others all the time, not just when the calendar tells you it’s safe to do so.

It’s a trick. And it is so easily fallen for. And it is so transparent.
The prisoners get twenty minutes in the exercise yard every day. They look at the sky, they feel the breeze on their faces, and they breathe in as much of the clean air as they can while they can, then they are herded back to their reality. Back to the life they know they must return to after their daily twenty minute reprieve. 

So eat your turkey and try not to think about the billion dollar warships and why we are not horrified at their presence in our world.
Open those needless, costly obligations and don’t you concern yourself for one second, with those uncomfortable, un-christmassy facts, the ones regarding the millions and millions of your brothers and sisters starving everyday, sometimes to death.
Pull your crackers and put on your paper hats, the world is not so bad, well not for you, not now, not at christmas.

You enjoy your reprieve. You enjoy your traditions.
You enjoy this precious, short-lived time when they allow you to breathe in the air of happiness, when they allow you to feel how good it feels to think of others, when they allow you to see how good a person you can be, if only you were brave enough to allow yourself to be that person, the one you know you really are.

Merry Christmas, you selfish, scared, lost little souls.
Merry Christmas, you makers and users of weapons.
Merry Christmas, one and all. 

Love doesn’t have a special day.
Love is everyday.

Shit, Piss and Vomit.

Imagine standing in a vat of shit, piss and vomit.
How disgusting would that be?
Now imagine standing with everyone you know in a bigger vat of shit, piss and vomit.
How disgusting would that be?
Now imagine living your whole life in a vat of shit, piss and vomit.
How disgusting would that be?
Now imagine never knowing anything but a life lived in a vat of shit, piss and vomit.
How disgusting would that be?
Now imagine if everything you ever think happened, happened in a vat of shit, piss and vomit.
How disgusting would shit, piss and vomit be to you?

War. Poverty. Starvation.
How disgusting are these words to you?

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