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DESPERATE MONSTERS – Caitlin Johnstone

Desperate Monsters

We were comfortable in our complacency.
We were satisfied with our Netflix and our Taco Bell.
We were not happy, but we were satisfied.

We did not want to have to awaken
the strange DMT gods that live in our foreheads,
or the screw snakes sleeping at the base of our spine,
or the mushroom giants who dwell behind our visual fields,
or the great golden frog at the center of the earth.

We did not wish to have to summon
the caterpillar planets from the depths of space,
or the elephant squid from our secret abysses,
or the mammoth moths from the tabernacle in our throat,
or the Yellow Priestess from Her dinosaur throne.

But desperate times,
you see,
desperate times call for desperate monsters.

So now we’ve got to get up,
dust the cheese puff powder from off our sweatpants,
grumble our way over to the police tape-covered door
and, after clearing the theremin and the surfboard
and the sewing machine out of the way
(none of which we use anymore but we keep meaning to),
unleash eldritch angels and eyeball blimps
to burn this motherfucker to the ground.

We’d have been content with decent paychecks
and a viable planet,
and maybe some healthcare for the Yanks,
but you bastards got greedy
and now your mouths are full of weirdling worms,
and I bet you all feel quite silly now.

You did not realize that we have tentacles in our bellies
and wands that shoot eel ogres,
and benthic beasts swimming in our souls.

You did not realize that we are more powerful than your wildest imaginings,
and that you have never truly understood what we’re made of.

Desperate times call for desperate monsters,
old chap.
There is a feathered claw behind you.

~~~~~ ~ ~~~~~

https://caitlinjohnstone.com/2020/05/13/desperate-monsters/

Awakening Is A Destructive Process

Two Roads

TWO ROADS

While Teaching
Is a sacred calling

An opening
An awakening
An endless blessing

This (Mis)education
Better called Schooling

Is demonic
Is a lifelong blight
Is a shackle and a curse

Words To Music

It’s a while since we had music. But no more. 😀

Words?
You want words?
Hear and think on.
Awakening is but a breath away.
But staying (t)here …
Now, that’s another matter …
Meantime … (Me in time)
sit back and enjoy …

Talk, it’s only talk
Arguments, agreements, advice, answers,
Articulate announcements
It’s only talk

Talk, it’s only talk
Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker
Brouhaha, balderdash, ballyhoo
It’s only talk
Back talk

Talk talk talk, it’s only talk
Comments, clichés, commentary, controversy
Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat,
Conversation, contradiction, criticism
It’s only talk
Cheap talk

Talk, talk, it’s only talk
Debates, discussions
These are words with a D this time
Dialogue, duologue, diatribe,
Dissension, declamation
Double talk, double talk

Talk, talk, it’s all talk
Too much talk
Small talk
Talk that trash
Expressions, editorials, explanations, exclamations, exaggerations
It’s all talk
Elephant talk? Elephant talk? Elephant talk!

Hammer

HAMMER

Words, music, image
All three hammer at your door
Yet it is unlocked

IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT WE WAKE UP…

If not now then when?

BUDDHA IN THE MUD. There are two truths: the real and the seemingly real. Their connection is the negative emotions. On the path of the seemingly real, the emotions imprison us. On the path of the real, the emotions liberate us. There is a secret life to the emotions.

It Is Imperative That We Wake Up…
and recognise the illusions

The DNA of the mind; the genetic information and characteristics – physical or mental – that are passed from one generation to another.

How easily we conform to being manipulated, and then pass this behaviour on to others.

The Milgram experiment shows how people, against their better judgement, obey someone in a white coat who instructs them to inflict electrical shocks on another person. This was a staged experiment using actors; an unsuspecting participant was told to inflict pain on an unseen individual as a ‘punishment’ for an incorrect answer to a question. No pain was actually caused, but the person who pushed the switch did not know this – and despite believing that they were causing pain, people still complied with the commands they were given.

The video below shows how this procedure is applied today with the objective of creating compliance to those in…

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I Told You There’s No One There (Republished)

I TOLD YOU THERE’S NO ONE THERE

Some folks on the road to heaven
Are tempted to go astray.
All knew Parson Brown was one of these,
And golf what he wanted to play.

For he was only human.
But his flock didn’t see it that way.
“A vicar succumbing while we’re around?
Say, that’ll be the day!”

So every time he drove past the course
He saw the windows wide
And knew well that his stern parishioners
Were watching from the other side.

His frustration raged within him
Till he woke one morning at five.
The weather was fine and they were all asleep
As he crept down to the drive.

He quickly made his way to the course
And headed out for the first green,
Chuckling at the thought of what he was doing
And all without being seen.

But he’d forgotten the Angel Michael,
Who roused God from his forty winks
And said, “Wake up, Sire, it’s Parson Brown
And he’s out there on’t links!”

“Then I must punish him,” said God.
“As you know, it’s my wont with men.
And I promise you one thing, Michael;
That he won’t do this again!”

The vicar meanwhile was teeing off
In the early morning sun
But what a surprise he got when he found
That he’d scored a hole in one.

“Lord have mercy,” he exclaimed,
“Mercy upon my soul.”
But he’d even stronger language
When it happened at the second hole.

He went on to complete his hat trick;
Such golfing must astound.
The only man in history
To achieve an eighteen stroke round.

Even Michael, who’d watched the whole thing,
Couldn’t quite take it all in.
“But … but … but …” he spluttered to God,
“Tell me, how will THAT punish his sin?”

A wicked smile traversed God’s face,
And he answered, “Extremely well.
You and I may know what happened
But who can Parson Brown tell?”

~~~~~ ~ ~~~~~

Note that both God and Michael have broad Yorkshire accents.

Back Again: Senryu

BACK AGAIN

Alarm(ing) bell stabs
Shrieks 7.30 again
(Whatever that means)

Beyond Distraction

BEYOND DISTRACTION

There is no real “No”
To the ultimate question
Just “Yes” or “Later”

Open All Hours

OPEN ALL HOURS

Caught without an idea
Alive in livedness
Unexpected panic
Covers her breasts and crotch

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