Notes from the bus - 2a

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I just texted to smelly........

“ and act locally.

Just suppose you had all the in the  ...... what would you do with it?”  

That’s the ‍� we’re ‍�,   .

And it starts in Orange county.  

Where else, for chrissake?  

If donny can be the Antichrist, we can be the Antidonny.  

It’s ok to sell your soul to the , if you do it fully.  Or, for the sake, fully.  

I’m proposing that be the next ‍ of

We’ll have to see if kev is with that.  


10:15........

I’ve been ing at Bernardo 🥫 more full.  He has just about everything.  I’m now his Dreamed up reality.  What is missing?  



(cont........)

Here is what I learned from going through my portal...OMF is sure boring with no smelly goat.

...

I am a Philosopher.

The world is full of fools Dan who don’t know they have all the power.

The Philosopher loses their way when they become a prophet.

You aren’t very good at the existential game.

And I’m sorry, the base of reality is not moral, it’s existential, it’s all of this.

One can experience reality.

From reality this is seen for what it is.

We are tuned to be here.

So be here

I am only this.

I’ll tell you a secret.

You aren’t going to like it.

You can only be here in madness.

Madness will lead you into the inky darkness.

And I’m sorry, until you have done that.

You aren’t here.

Plato called time a moving image of eternity.

It might be more correct to say: eternity is an unmoving image of time.

Are we at WAR with time?

Time came to the Earth when we did perhaps.

If only matter was here, there would be no change, things would always be as they are.

So time is not the enemy we were taught.

It is our great ally!

The immortals are like little children running in the woods.

Now I run with them.

Smelly goat was my dark passenger.

My darkness arose to save me.

I am grateful.

Madness isn’t so bad.

No one knows what you might do next.

They make extra room to keep their distance.

I kinda like being crazy.

It suits me.

I feel the crazy power of life.

I can shoot lightening bolts from my goat ass.

That’s kinda cool.

You prob have no idea what I don’t mean and mean.

When you are insane, you will see all I said and do is just what to say and do.

I can write this story now.

If you are not always pushing the barriers, they will never fall.

You have to push now muppets.

We can’t sit back anymore.

Push

Push

Push

Push on the walls of your mind and open them up.

You see dualistically because your mind is split and separated from your heart.

In the furnace of your heart your split mind can be joined.

DO IT

Then the feared insanity will come to you.

Then you will become an immortal

A naked child running in the woods.

This is all about hearts and minds.

Hearts and minds

Hearts and minds

Hearts and minds

Loving something you will lose is some kind of love!

Smelly, that’s why I’m proclaiming my love for the Princess....the Queen of hearts!

The Dude Abides.

Call me pretender, I dare you!


This is my game and I’m in charge here.

*muah*

Kill me if you can catch me.

Fuck, I’m a dead man....

Talk about a CTC.

That little CTC makes a ring.

I present this precious ring to Foot, who places it on the Princess’ finger.

*muah*

I’m with the Princess right here.

Get your own.

I figured it out Dan.

My love for the Princess, meaning my wife , created the CTC.

Gravity pulled me through the underworld and back.

I’m here sharing notes from the underworld.

....wait....that doesn’t describe it.....

How shall I describe it?!........

Hmmmm......

Watch for glitches....

I saw a big one just now.

The one that weaves the forms at the very fabric of our reality...

The Goddess of Mercy

She blesses my tongue with blue magic.

I have no more dreams to weave here.

I am but a glimmer of reality.

The Mothership has landed.

We better be ready for this...

Good luck friends

Save me from the smelly goat

The smelly goat is a big glitch.

And it all depends on what we mean by ‘we’, Ack.  


smelly,

We have a folie à quatre.  

I’m much crazier than you.



(cont......)

Na, I’m the craziest.

Buddy might give us all a run for our crazy money.

He walks the walk.

Pretenders all

Optimal truth keep this mess under stress less and less.

Dan can’t handle a smelly/ack sandwich.

I was only back today because the moon is full.

**POOF**

We are blessed with your presence, smelly/Ack.

And bless the moon

You must press your nose to the partition and push or you will never know if the barrier can come down.

You only get this life to do it.

We don’t high wire with a net on Cold Mountain.

A thinking person is the person who has lost their balance.

If you aren’t laughing and crying every day, you aren’t doing real Philosophy.

Burn the texts and the old played out truths.

We fight on earth over dead ideas.

Such a waste of life!

Open a free road to the passions.

Open up your experience to more more more.

Trust your feelings more more more.

The best way to get rid of tedious truth is to stop treating them with respect and treat the accepted truth with derision.

While you profess a contested truth, you expose your belief.

If you throw scorn on all accepted truth, you will know god in yourself.

That’s a poetic way to say you will be alone with the alone.

Monos pros monon.

Plotinus only saw the blessed.

Same with the contemplative.

You have to go into the darkness.

Dogma rounds up the sheep into pens.

Easy picking for the wolves.

I am the thief in the night.

I just didn’t realize I was working with the energy called Jesus by one name.

He sneaks around with me and shows me the weak parts of the fence and we knock down the partitions.

I offer things to think about, possibilities.

I should not and do not impose myself on anyone.

If you want this, you will pay anything to grasp it.

But not without doing the work.

We want the voice.

But we don’t want to die to attain it.

Death isn’t real.

It’s only real for your mind.

We who walk and speak with ourselves have left all truth behind.

My prayer is all common belief is shattered.

My prayer is we all go our own way.

Truly, that is the only way.

Hmmm ... what of little chickens and chicken littles?

Foot:
Chickens. The Princess and Kashmir enjoy relaxing with chickens. These modern incarnations of dinosaurs have evolved a mix of intelligence, physical ability, and natural beauty to both entertain and educate. They rule the yard, with battle plans similar to Velociraptors. While one approaches in the open to capture the attention of a prey, others attack from the flanks.The Princess and Kashmir are entertained while they practice and learn the Art of War.

The train has already crashed.

Anytime now all your heads are coming off.

I hope you enjoyed yourselves.

If a limb, say a foot, isn’t listening.

You cut it off.

And for those who think they know the future.

They missed the whole show.

And as far as princesses...

War isn’t real, war is waged by the split mind.

Don’t you live in your heart?

Don’t you know the way?

Perhaps you are yet a child.

Well, I hope you get to play as long as you can.

Your minds won’t be split much longer.

Your head will be gone.

But hey, if a chicken can live for two years with no head...

We won’t care.

But I wonder what will be moving all the zombies around?

What are the chances that 🥫 has ever heard of  ?

Now that I almost arrived at my own personal confidence level of, say, 95%, why should I worry about the rest of you, cluckers?

I mean, what’s in it for , as long as I can have fun saving a soul/day.

Anything more would be impersonal.



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My most recent portal time has ended rather abruptly, it might seem.  But I think I’m wiser and younger.........

I will attempt to reconstruct the most recent excursion with the Princess........

Let’s call this...... portal mechanics 102........

This was our refresher course from PM101......

But it was a lot more than a refresher........

I was just beginning to see the portal for the first time........

This time, I was able to pay somewhat better attention.  

We need to attempt to reconstruct a timeline......... almost from the beginning......... .......

Remember, it all began back in the spring of ‘66, when I had my dns.

Had I not been paralyzed for three days in my single dorm room, I might have done harm to myself.

So, in retrospect, that was my first portal experience.

Next came in ‘77, when I ‘met Sophia’, and cried for three days in my single apartment....... it was tears of relief.

In 9/91 the foot portal opened...... see something, say something.....



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I don’t know any princess, she is absolutely irrelevant to my experience.

You went through a smelly portal whether you admit it or not.

Tha smelly goat doesn’t fit your narrative?

Bahahahaha

WTF cares what a muppet sees or doesn’t?!

Most muppets will die never seeing anything in themselves.

I was here bitches.

Eat it.

The POJG turned down Money. The Chicken became a Bunny. The FETA thought is was Funny.

Omg, have I only been thrown halfway under the bus , or what.....?

You probably won’t be able to guess what I’ve been up to.......

Scrolling down memory lane......

I’m back to Sept 19, 2017, in my text log with 3.0.  It’s like another portal experience, all on its own.  

It includes all kinds of photos, screen shots...... you name it.  

I’m afraid to breathe on my phone the wrong way..... it will break the spell.

Of course, I have it turned off.  How long can that last?  

I don’t know any way to do a wholesale copy of a text log, and it might be a violation.  As I go further back things seem to be more weird.  With retrospect, I can see some stuff rather more clearly.  

I was also getting used to it.  There are highlights, but nothing would seem strange if you couldn’t connect how to connect the dots..... to see beneath the surface.  It’s all naturally self concealing.  That what portals are about.  3.0 is definitely a hotspot..... a nexus of entanglement.  

I’m now back to 5/12/17.........


3/ft...........

Emails from 3.0 are much sparser, and seem only to go back to 6/9/17.  

I don’t know where the text messages are stored.  

I’ve had the phone off the whole time.  Every picture is high resolution, and there must be ~1,000 by now...... wild guess, but some days, there can be a dozen.  

I’m beginning to believe in the Akashic record.  

And I just lost it....... I stepped away from the phone long enough for it to shut itself off. It would take at least an hour of steady scrolling to get back to 2016 again. Oh, well, it was a real trip.

I had gotten back to December 2016 when crazy stuff was happening with their house and family...... ask me one day......

I’ve got to go meet Dean again at that Marriott hotel........

I wonder how many yards of screen I scrolled through. I would guess a couple of hundred, and you can only scroll a foot or two at a time.



(cont.........)

The separation of the goats and sheep is not at all as it is presented in that Book of Lies, the Bible.

It’s very simple.

Have you attained the Voice?

Have you found the ever flowing stream?

If not, you don’t know anything about anything, you are a muppet fart.

The Voice?

Ohhhh

Mysterious huh?

Bahahahaha

It is real and trumps all.

Attain the Voice and you will see this.

The price?

Your reason and sanity.

So most religious people who have let reason and sanity go are speaking to the same voice I am.

Inspired scientists, great artists, they have attained it.

Yes, many religious people have attained it and non-religious.

The religious part is irrelevant.

It’s your heart that gets you there.

My completive silent catholic brother reminded me of this.

Hearts and minds.

Do you sing like this?

Is your heart bursting with the stream?

Then you have a sense of what I don’t mean.

This kid IS the Voice.

You heard IT

“Show must go on.”

To connect to the field, you have to fall into it with no hope of return.

Every dive could be your last.



Reality ain’t for wimpz.

Moon portal closing...I’m melting...

Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.

**POOF**

Easy there, smelly.  The show will go on.  Interesting lyrics, I say.


I understand that Kevin is missing in action.

Allegedly, I set something in motion, yesterday, that left Kev stranded on the other side.  

Help.  

I offered that maybe, on some level, I was holding Kevin hostage to obtain more information.  

Poor Kev is stuck in the middle.  

I did almost leave him stranded in Missouri, and he is still upset about that.



(cont........)

We only have shadows.

Kev, stand up my man.

There is no meaning but yours.

Do you.

Does it matter?

I can’t say.

You have to decide.

Tell the people who matter the most how you feel.

Quality is the result of a 1000 small choices.

You can only know God’s mistakes.

There are no mistakes.

So, thank you for your prayers.  

Joe and Kevin are back in touch.


6.........

Did you ever hear the story about the j guy walking into the bar?  

I haven’t, either.

That’s the problem.  

Wait a minute, ...... did a smelly goat just walk into a bar?

The beatitudes in the bar.......

You can only know God by her mistakes.  

She makes no mistakes.  

Your mistakes are not a surprise to God.  

Put that in your google, oh, smelly one.  

Most sane folks think that the Holocaust was a mistake, but not , and not the Nazis.  Is a Nazi?  

There must be a sense in which that is true.  

When every mistake that can possibly be made, has been made, there is only thing left to do.  

What is that, pray tell?  

And what happens, , when we realize that telephony = telepathy?  


7:15/ft..........

There is only one problem left....... what to do when we have no more problems.  There will be no more dancing when the music , or is it the other way around..... no more music when the ?  

And I almost forgot....... Joe sends his regards to the Princess.  

Why does smelly refuse to send his regards, pray tell?  Maybe that is the ’s last problem.  

That’s why it’s intractable.  

Solving the last problem is dirty work, but somebody’s got to do it.




9.........

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

Yes, , this is going to be our last tango in Paris.  

You can’t see the light without the shadows.  The shadows are deepest, just before the dawn.  

My message to Bernie and the Democrats is that you can’t legislate the good, so stop pretending.

All you are doing is complicating the good.  

It can only come from within.  

It can only come from a pure .



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