Electric Fishtank: An Inquiry Into Progress

 

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It's slurry scenery when the Calvary shows up!

 

 In my dream tonight, I was on a field trip in a small village, and it started flooding.  We were on some kind of hill and water was rising.  I had been hanging out with some people, but they went and got food, and I was the last to order tacos... and the lights kept getting dimmer and dimmer. And then no TACOS, just rising water.  And were running looking for high ground, and that's where the water was coming from.  So I just followed the water, because the lower ground had less water and was even draining it.  And the lower I got the less water there was, as the water had been piling up onto the high ground.  

    Segue into my second dream, my friends and I found some dry land and we started to scavenge.  I asked a passerby if he had a knife, and he gave me a red handled to part knife, one for each hand that somehow assembled into a single one.  One half got lost in my pocket, and had attached to a p-51 can opener that poked me, when I took it out and was looking for the other red-handled half of the knife, but I forgot I had pockets.  So, I gave up and got out on the street to look for scraps to make some kind shelter or to patch and cap whatever was drowning us on the hill, and found lot of junk we could hammer into flat sheet metal.  And so I needed tools to cobble something together like a screwdriver and hammers and stuff.

Segue into my third dream, the Calvary showed up with cargo, and drop-shipped tents, tech, and robotic-guns-on-motorcycles.  Men included, and they all looked liked black clothed clones on black bikes.  And I greeted them from inches a way, and my CO tried to descalate and hide them from us setting up camp.  After that the whole scene was ruled under martial law in around the relief camp.  A lot of people called it a slurry scene, and either one side or the other was going to win and the losers would be slurried he called it.  Anyhow, one of techy things the calvary brought were memory pills.  My friend and I popped one from Schedule 'E' and there were about 12 capsules in a slender tube stacked-like even.  And she was saying they have mp3's and downloads that do the same, "but I don't know why you'd do that."  And that's about when I swallowed and there were little images and people inside my head dressed and I had didactic recall of their lesson plan, but I was so suprised by it's effects, that the pictures in my third eye immediately stopped explaining stuff to me.  And I needed to take another, and a third to continue the lesson plan.  Never did, I still don't know what my mission was.

segue, more bureaucracy showed more paper work, and bureaucrats that disdained us.  One guy called me an idiot for dropping small plastic canister.  And he wouldn't let up.  So I turned to him, and poked him with one finger.  This just infuriated him, and the more I pushed with my finger, the scarier he got until I woke up.   Oh, and there were ponies! that ate little red treats and super friendly.  So I guess the Calvary did SHOW up.

Broomsticks Are Like Teleportation Devices And Will Really Take You To Secluded Places In The Blink of an Eye

Wow what a great dream

It seemed it seemed seemed I was in a maze of my making 

But first I was on the street in some kind of city

And then I found the underground with but no escape

So when I put it behind me and understood

I was trapped, you can't escape if you think you're free

And tunnels led me to a bunch of G's and listened and rapped and sat

A lot of sitting behind plywood graffitti on tunnel entrance manhole maybe

And I left only to stumble upon somebody nesting, bunch of people

without internet, it was such a cave, dirt floor and milieu more sitting

The longer I sat listening to mutes, the longer I stayed that's True

But I was looking for the street, but the street was underground

And Thank God I found some socks and shoes and a playground

Still underground, and so repressed I couldn't cope... Until I found

A baton to beat a red devil with, he left to look for easier prey

In somekind of sandbox he was trapped inside like I in my maze

When I explored the place underneath a department store 

AND DEMONS SHOWED UP, AND I EXITED to smoke cigarettes

And warm mint tea released me from my dreams hold tightness load

With something warm in my belly from the instant insomnia

With a midnight snack it should be called insnom nom nom nomIA

Some warm tea settled my butterflies in my warm belly

I settled after two, and slept on my motorcycle until it was time for a picnic

So we rode through mountain streams and green trees and curvy roads with waterfalls to campground to eat and pack back up

The storage on a motorcycle is GiGantic, it must have not had a motor

And I exited after I packed in cups and plates, and repacked them again, and when I turned my back

I lost my thread and my friends I was riding with, when I exited again, 

At Least I found my coat, I guess...

I Hope Tracy Gray is At the Party in Zion When We Defeat The Empire of Death & Destruction & Despair

The: physical, spiritual, dream world; Are married in your soul

Rejoice!  The holy trinity preserves you and God is your guide

Last night I flew or more so I floated and did a front flip - like

In slow motion.  'Twas grand! But there's always a hint of sadness

When I lose my dog, or someone I love, in the Astral Dynamics of dreaming

I get lost sometimes and end up in Warsaw University campus asking for directions back

But you know, I may get lost.. and upon waking I am found

So while, I lose a lot and I do mean a lot.. I can build on my failures

Until I succeed and find my dreams serve me, until one day I can project astrally

Ultimately, that's what success looks like for me.  I'm not content with party tricks

Like lucid dreams or freewill, I have that in the real world!

A nicotine patch at bedtime, will do that but you'll lack some control and focus

Dreams like that are really quite vivid if one can overcome some discomfort

I really want to astrally project my consciousness and explore my universe

I really want to escape this reality, and run away.  I really want to leave my body

Because all the people I love have gone away, and this life isn't enough with it's

Crushing debt, mundane work, and hand-me-down respect from my family.

I hope to sing and cry at the same time with saints in skylines while eagles

Soar below me, I hope to see sun-rise one more time with Angels wings beside me

I hope to dream impossible dreams where Celestine's Prophecy brings us together

I hope to hang with Jesus on the Cross, because if it's criminal to Love

I don't hope to be innocent.  I want freedom now with Tracy Gray at the afterparty.

And to be in that number when the saints come marching in, 

Having freed my mind like the saints must have in their time&space when alive

Oh I hope for freedom Now!  Let's all be free, Free, FREE!

When Dogs Sing Victory it Sounds Lonely

 February, FEBruary, feebruary, feeble february

I sink, I despair, but days and daze I stretch my eyes to horizons

My bones stretch longer, my words taake loonger, my thinking sloows

Didn't people come from the jungle where winter's jargon is unknoown

Bears hibernate, the caveman hibernates in caveman land but I don't

It's almost biblical, not.  Winter is not biblical nor platonic.

I mend, I tic time off clock like a painters wrist watch painting life

That is gone from sight into space unfrozen by winters grip of spite!

What malice, but not, it is ignorance that causes sleep from snow and ice

Ignorance explains the better part of malice I'm told

But truth be told, I would love; I would walk; I would paint you roses

for one more day brightening smile... for one walk with you

But my butt is frozen to the ground.

Geese Guard You and the Gates of Time so Listen to Their Prowling Upon Your Grounds of Lieing

We got 15 minutes of sunlight stretched with delivery

At first I thought I was special, or rich, or spendthrifty!

Twas Not! Sunlight is Necessary for an author with a young primer!

Da Primer, Yes The Primer! My text I borrowed! Forever!

A treatise, an exposition, also an Encyclopedia on Astral Travel!

If you should not hear from me again, 'tis okay!  Robert Bruce can find me.

Great Scott, If I should have died in ignorance of star power....

But let's not think of what ifs and shoulda beens.  

Star child do you think those are hallucinations? 

I can see how what ifs may feed your fears,

But doubts are small deaths in disguise, my peer.

Nay pray Lord and Ladies, you travel time do you not?

And claim insight which occupies Time&Space inside

For is that not the testament of evidence of it being real

Occupation of truth; truth be told; truth evidenced by your telling?

Much Like Poetry, No!!?

SO!!

Much like a duck raised in waterfall

Finally floats like chick after hatching with his mama to the waters edge

He eats everlasting life in physical time, spiritual time, and dream time...

With three identities!  Do not syllogies? sound silly without three premises!

So too does reality with three dimensions, and one occupation!

So too do your lies about visions hold testament to multiple truths.

I describe reality while doubt invades, describes, and lies to my face.

I will not be your slave, but Escape to Freedom and Liberty!

-=For I am Victor in Time and Space, and Psychometrics should not require faith!

Every Two-lane Highway is a Game Trail

Minter has come and throughout the land is pumpkin spice

The gray days differ little, but hope gets higher with the sun

Sinking, binging, almost dead... furious I let it happen again

It's almost like Nirvana listening to my own wheels driving

Until I find myNoise.net, the radio channel was depressed

Now doldrums don't heed my call on sunny day or not, and I...

am about to drive a while to fix gated smile as I shop.

Days are getting longer, I sought, light when winter wind blew from East

Caught in the anti-cyclone bringing Canada closer, my snow froze harder

And Off We Went!!  Darwin and I racing each other through trees and brush

Finding Cedar after Cedar and pole after pole cRaSHiNg through wood, having

Been cooped up by grey walled sky And soggy ground And brown suds And.. And..

Delirious inside the memory, I spied the sky, stayed up too late, got up early.. And

My fever broke, the phlegmy thoughts blew and visions slowed to a halt after 9 hours of sleep

I did not think it at first one could astrally project your mind... with.. telepathy...

But that's 99% of what the Internet is All About!

And so visited my Dad in the nursing home, he was looking better and more awake than any other time I had visited him, and I peered through his window and just before I was about to leave...  I waved..

And He miraculously stood up pushed the wall and stepped out the door for me to take him home; And as I've so often done when I was lost somewhere in Astral Land, and we walked into the light where I could find my road.  

And as I was walking up the long switchback home, we pulled weeds along the way I'd left as if in some kind of prayer God would send me someone who needed me as much as I needed my Dad.

Computer Update

 update, sorry my computer was broke.  I repaired it with a battery.  Now to tune my truck with a kentucky switch of oak.  It's pretty rough running, but I can't reach it to tune the carbeurator while i'm pressing the gas, Stick.

It took a long time to fix my computer.  Parts are kinda slow delivery if they go ground travel or not.  Everything is kinda far away as I become farsighted.  Still Painting though

I use to play trumpet, so this was a fun picture for me to paint.  Nearly Perfect, and one of a kind.

Haven't been writing many poems.  Haven't been writing much Period!  Been kinda loopy and down from the winter blues and SAD, plus cabin fever is always fun to break out of the house and walk in the snow puddles with waterproof boots.  My tennis shoes sucked, and winter boots don't have to be perfectly rubber.  but I guess it depends how much water is in there.  So no April Poetry Month celebration on here.  Was Dealing With Car Problems.  Still Am!

And in VHN, we got burned out running our group in Sandpoint.  But it's nice to paint for a spell, and journal.  But darnit! my landscape journals keep going missing.  I ruined my first one at a Craftshow I was displaying at.  I guess I needed to keep at home what I didn't need there at the show.  Oh well.  So I got up and made another one that I'm using that David gave me for X-mas.

Anyway, I've been fine.

On The Road To Nowhere

 the orange glowed alongside long time way to the sun...

nowhere in a flash but stream and brook,

then sum timed and squared to make a 4.53 foot Diameter hole in the rock would be 19 feet squared or round with a tunnel maker from the TyRex Corporation.

Some Shocked, some hot, some drilled, and lots Not!

A curious snake weaved it's way with a leash and released inside the apart hole straight out of sherlock holmes, and the weasel undid the darkness while the snake peered in UV at Silver Ore.

Breaking a lantern or two when the excited operator slammed his fists!

Silver Or Not they pulled out, and put in a lateral drilling bit to sample with singing the done now song of old and a mighty Hallelujah!