Movement is necessary, for if we stop, we will die.
Thoughts in the stream of consciousness
... As he headed out the door, the crumpled bit began to shimmer, text appeared on some of the surfaces. Images and movies played in diff…
Metaphorical prose that examines life and death with symbolism derived from my experiences adapting to life after my Near Death Experience
In the beginning, before there was any free time to spend on things, / there was STUFF. Not just stuff but STUFF like stuff found in dream…
Life as a filter, screening out the stuuf that doesn’t matter
The MA had only one job to do and that was to maintain the continuity of the space-time continuum.
One of my favorite challenges when writing is to play with words. I love to explore the infinite and undetermined and often probe the source of the ‘me’ we all know..
It was a timid and shy creature, newly emerged and full of being. It was very bright or so it thought. It didn’t even flicker like most e…
This is a story about creation, existence, and the creatures who inhabit space and time. It has a Genesis Story and Rules for navigating the place called Human located somewhere in consciousness. The Flicker Light Reality we inhabit springs from a moment in ever light called the Shy One. This is a long story and will be posted in parts each day until it is finished.
The book of life on one side and when you turned it over, it was the book of the dead. I am not sure how they did that. However, you can …
Nocho Ice is special and usually not desired. When the first gifts were given to the children. The youngest got Nocho Ice and believing it was a curse and not a blessing. Ever since that time, all who receive Nocho Ice complain :-)
Humans know things without knowing how they know.
Life is a journey we take to find the great “something”. For many it is the search for self or God. For others it is just an excursion into the reality of flesh. Are we part of the backdrop, the furniture in life? Are we the characters who dream of what life would be like if life really existed?
The reality shimmered and glowed, it was beautiful and exquisite, mesmerizing and cryptic. It was different all the same.
Whatever is, was made of Stuff no matter what its name. God and Stuff are all the same. How is it that humans, a chemical factory with electrical discharges, can talk, can think, and can imagine themselves not God? Seems rather awed to me. In the Beginning then was it God and Thee?
Invisible lashes mark my time / I walk the streets / like corridors, for / the ghostlike wind fangs / through my hair / *_…
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Beneath the waves, / Far from your side, / I find I am so cold.
A Voyagers Sad Tale.
Beware lest you’re caught / Up in the fray.
Thoughts of time, consciousness, and the Universal Mind.
I’ll share with you All that I learn, And then one day Twill be your turn.
I see him, just to the right of your ear, sitting on your shoulder, cheesy grin. He is a lurker, a sly one, knowing and experienced.
A brush with death….
A corner on the souls of men, / These strangers in a savage land.
Further thoughts on the afterlife whilst living in the here and now.
The future will be orange the oracle of rye said. We couldn’t believe our teeth and went straight out to find some fruitcakes. The old ca…
Surreal writing with nothing in mind
Was it I who transformed the water into blood? Or undid the glorious beauty of the throne?
Thoughts in the streams of my consciousness.
A fleeting moment of thought, or perhaps / Some fleas on your thigh, think, boy, think.
Thoughts in my streams of consciousness.
Myst is all around, covering the moments that are yet to be known.
Thoughts in the streams of my consciousness.
The following term is found in the Free Dictionary Noun / 1. treachery treachery – betray…
Streams in the thoughts of my consciousness.
Rich nourishment for The lowly worm Who patiently waits To take his turn.
Streams in the thoughts of my consciousness.
I knew it was this. / Please, don’t.
I live in consciousness.
Is there a gentle smile / In this harshened world?
Thoughts in the stream of my consciousness.
You, who took 13 Billion years and more to create and forge from stars, You, are still a child. The most important child ever conceived a…
The universe is a gentle living creature whose touch we barely feel. Throughout my life I have felt drawn to this creature. Perhaps it is my old friend?
I hurt knowing that you weren’t , but knew that I would have to be, so I saddled my horse and leaping up took off in a gallop into the fu…
Thoughts in the stream of my consciousness, moving towards an uncertain, clouded future.
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