Thursday, 23 November 2006


Not erotic love, not friendly love, not motherly love, but just pure love – well, as pure as it can get on an otherwise impure planet. Forget all your conceptions and misconceptions, love is just a word, a code applied to a concept that cannot be described by language, for language is merely an imperfect code laid out by imperfect beings, which clearly cannot describe neither perfection nor what lies beyond it. Love is not an emotion, love is not a feeling, love cannot be heard or seen or touched. Love just is. Love has no opposite, no other side, no downside. It cannot be compared to anything, it cannot be measured, it cannot be accounted for. Love is perfect. Love is the sum of the universe, love is the driving force of life, love is every atom and every void, love is you and me. Love is the greatest lesson in this universe. Love is just a word.

Freedom without Love
Yet, if love is everywhere, and love is all there is, then it baffles me to see people completely block it and ignore it as almost something trivial. I do not understand, shouldn’t everyone want to love and be loved? It is the great tragedy of the human condition to oppose its very nature, the billions of atoms filled with love that make us up. Offer your unconditional love to another human being, and they might not even acknowledge the gesture, let alone its content. Open your heart inside out, and hit a brick wall. Utter “I love you” and receive mockery and disbelief. Show them recognition and respect, give them affection and care, pleasure, laughter and sex and they will gladly take it. For some people, these things qualify as love, for some people, this is the only ‘love’ they have ever felt. It saddens me to find how people are totally oblivious and unresponsive to love; it truly devastates me to see how everybody’s hearts are all so completely blocked. People are free, in a prison without love. What a paradox, what an oxymoron, what a tragedy.

Captivity with Love
What happens then, if you find youself in this loveless prison having acquired, understood, been enlightened with Love? Then you recognise your imprisonment, you realise you are not free, you realise you are a captive, a renegade, an outcast in a prison without love. You are innocent, yet found guilty. You love, but your love has no place in this prison. You quickly turn to your fellow prisoners but they think they’re free! You try to give them love, you try to make them understand, but they do not want to see, they do not want to open their hearts, for that would lead to the realisation of their own imprisonment, failing to see how this realisation is the closest they could ever be to actual freedom. Slowly and quite painstakingly, you find others that have opened up their hearts, others that have realised their false freedom, and between yourselves, quietly and carefully plan your escape. You discover that the only means of escape lies within your own heart; you immerse yourself inside it and explore its endless landscapes, and get a glimpse of what freedom really is. Then you return back to the confines of the prison that becomes smaller and more claustrophobic by the minute. This time though, the journeys inside the world of hearts have armed you with some gifts; you have now acquired empathy, unconditional love, inspiration and creativity. With these weapons on your tired back, you unwillingly become a wilful warrior; perhaps now you can fight them guards that have locked you up in this prison, perhaps now you can free all these souls that think they are free. Perhaps…

Saturday, 11 November 2006

Honestly fucked-up

I’ve been sincerely and whole-heartedly fucked-up,
Doubly fucked by parents thrice fucked-up,
Three times three, myself I fucked.

The people around me, clearly all fucked-up,
The people I love, conditionally fucked-up,
Two by four, my lovers I fucked.

The culture I live in, undoubtedly fucked-up,
The human condition, factually fucked-up,
Square root six, my perceptions I fucked.

The nature of one’s fucked-upness,
Relies on the basis of one simple equation:
One plus one equals one, or I just fucked-up.

Friday, 3 November 2006

The Tour Guide

*stars for NVC (Non-Verbal Communication)*

…and here we see the *human civilisation*. Yes, these interesting beings were put on a quite hostile planet *a mass place of residence in the material plane* with a highly radioactive absorbent atmosphere that hindered all development throughout the rotating environmental system *the life essence of the planet*; these “humans” had to work against all odds. After they adapted in that environment their intelligence started to gradually escalate. I can’t stress how much their “biological make-up” as they called it *a string of code that was initially used to create them* ran parallel to the environmental conditions, this meant that their physical body *a material representation* was reacting and was vulnerable to these conditions, the result was that they had physical feelings such as *cold, pain, heat, itch and disease* to name a few. In order for this code to work efficiently, a few guidelines were embedded in every sentient being. These were very strict rules, such as the *will to survive, life and death, time, gravity* and of course complete disengagement from the higher planes. As they developed, humans had grown beyond these basic guidelines and moved on to the next set of guidelines *a much more finer set of instructions* that were called *emotions*. The code now ensured a direct interaction between humans and also provided them access to a deeper understanding of being. In the mean time they had developed *logical thinking* an ability created by the effect of linear time and the *law of probability.* This meant that they were developing intelligibly into a better adaptation to the planet, and between each other; with these principles *emotion and logic* they were finally able to name and witness their condition as *humanity.*

They were no longer beings that were only defined by a set of codes, but they became the creators of their own codes and ideas. Yes, they had managed to tap into the faculties of imagination and love, of inspiration and intuition; some of them even managed to escape their physical vehicles. They had in fact moved to an even higher set of codes, a reaction or dare I say, a connection to the higher planes. This connection was very unconscious and something that their emotions would promote but their logic could not fully explain. Thus started *philosophy, mathematics, myth, music, art, magic, religion* which were all based on different combinations of their faculties of logic, emotion, imagination, intuition, creation etc. With these studies, as it were, of that which lied beyond them, beyond their nature and understanding, humanity started the *accumulation* of wisdom, knowledge, memory, image – faculties that were not inherently encoded within them. This meant that they had to develop their own physical codes to store this information for the future *a place in time that eluded them* ensuring the perpetuation of these ideas. Again, the material plane had made it quite hard for them to achieve this, but they gradually found some effective ways such as *verbal communication* and even hard-coding onto material media such as the process of *marking*. Some humans as I said before, managed a direct connection to the higher planes but they as well had to communicate their experiences in these material ways, which of course had their limitations in their extent of translation capacity – this again shows how these beings were greatly hindered by the conditions of physicality.

The nature of these circumstances was what is very interesting about human existence. Humans were in fact, a product of the oxymoron we call physical reality. Their whole existence was in fact an oxymoron, the principle of duality that encoded the material world, the insane concept that *opposites attract*, and they were destined to live a life where all this fragmentation existed all around them, and within them. Their logic versus their emotions, the knowledge, the wisdom, the truth versus material reality. What an amazing place to visit, what a peculiar existence to experience, an anti-reality that poses as reality, and the absurdity of this anti-reality that completely hinders you but simultaneously leads you, pushes you to painstakingly seek for the reality that poses as anti-reality… And thus begun the great migration, millions of beings wanted to go though this existence that promised to teach so much, that could show a completely different perspective, that would add to their already vast bank of knowledge. These external beings mixed with the in-breds to create this vast community of humans constantly striving to understand themselves and the realities and anti-realities that surrounded them. The basic premise was that once you understood the reality of it all through the anti-reality of it all, you would be returned or released back to reality, which would therefore grant you a greater understanding of the reality we call reality. No need to say that it was very easy to get into this plane of existence, but very *hard* to get out of – the hardship was of course all part of the lesson. Yes, I suppose it was an interesting experiment, I heard that they are planning to reconstruct it once more for all them newbies, I, myself, have been part of the 3rd reconstruction of the Earth if I’m not mistaken, went through around 400 life cycles until I was pleased with the level of understanding I developed… It was an interesting experience, I learnt a lot… but I wouldn’t go back, once was enough.