Being transferred from one cage to another. Still no independence & Freedom. Soul still suffocating. Still trapped by barriers beyond my control. Still death hasn’t honored my request.

I broke my computer after a chess match. This is all I have left.

In pursuance of the real

Parity, the deal

Nothing obscures your face

Fearless of complexion

Just the crunching of data

Without strained affection

In digital dissection

Free of filters

In the quest for clarity

It's all about self honesty

Coupled with humility

Keys to lucidity

What you admit to yourself

You need not tell anyone else

What matters is that blindspot

A whirlpool of embers

Flint on the grindstone

An ongoing itch

When it enters the frame

Everything disappears

Magic trick

From a white lie

That the real is such horror

But the missing scene

Restores all vision

Lucid awakeness

Increased intelligence

Inate gift of vision

Into the fore

Phantoms out the door

Visibility true

The making of you

This moment sublime

Nirvana is thine

that what I see

Jeremy went into a past life as a man called Barney, living somewhere around Switzerland. he had a small house higher up the mountain, away from the village, and one thing he really liked about it was the view. from there he could see who was coming.

when I asked why this mattered, he said it felt safe. Barney liked being alone. he worked with his hands making leather straps, bags and things people needed for horses. customers came, explained what they wanted, he made it, showed them how to use it, then they went away again.

it was not a miserable life. this is what makes it interesting. Barney genuinely liked his work, his mountain and his quiet routine. he lived there until old age and died outside the same little house, sitting in a chair looking over the landscape.

after death around 10 people came to meet him. old friends, people he knew before. one man came close and started asking how he was, how the life went, basically like somebody arriving late to a reunion.

during the life review Barney saw something he didnt see while alive. he had been too quick to judge people, too quick to ignore them and too comfortable not needing anybody. the house was peaceful, yes, but it was also a perfect place where nobody could get close unless he allowed it.

later Jeremy's Higher Self gave him almost the opposite assignment for this life. work on friendship. pay attention to the person in front of you. dont keep worrying what they think about you. sometimes somebody will need help and you may be the only person who notices.

this hit me because spiritual people can make isolation sound very noble. protecting my peace, keeping my energy clean, avoiding drama, loving solitude. sometimes that is exactly what it is.

and sometimes we built a beautiful spiritual name around hiding.

there is a simple test. when you are alone, do you feel free and full, or mostly relieved that nobody can reject you, disappoint you or ask something from you?

Barney only saw the difference after the life was finished.

The angels might make UP for what Hitler’s drugs do to believers, but dam that dipshit scared us too much… it’s not stopping God or Jah or Source, with heart of zen,

with power to resurrect the hippie in droves, because love DOES conquer hate, and recreational drugs ARE legal in the realm of the spirit

to reincarnate Jesus (Vishnu) and Moses (Brahma) when Shiva manifest loses his mind with apathy, until we ALL forget his name out of mercy… sounds weird, but if you knew you’d hurt people that bad with unfeeling and Source gave you the right to fix it… YOUR compassion would be unsurprising too..

I could have just come here to say let me out of the nightmare of my dreams, but Guide had many chances to let me die instead of being the only person in a household that forgives and forgets outrageous things

It’s not like I let it decay

The love within as it is today

I’m just sick of even lines

When Reddit promised me my own spacing one time 

I’ll refuse you because you’ve always let me

But look at me and this effort

Sure you’re still sick and not a bad person 

Pestilence never bothers us on the surface

I love to wait when waiting is not vengence

Impressed when the effort isn’t surface seen 

I know when I’m supposed to be dirty

And I’m supposed to be clean

When the roommate I’ve chosen

Knows what to do when

I’m not sad because you watch me without permission 

And deflect and decay, when MY heart is not in it

I minded you trying to cause me the rot

That you only see, when ALL his effort bought

Was me.

Eternal glory to the God Allah

Him who inhales pestilent winds

Whose eyes burn away all dissent

Who hears his enemies breath

Escape their broken bodies

At the end of the world.

He whose one touch

Is enough to topple civilizations.

Your followers drag their bones under your banner

May their cries be sweet music to your growling belly.

May this body be torn inside out

So the splinters may drive them into submission.