The New Seers?

[Billy]

Who holds the strings on my posts here being duplicated in 'SEER' (or vise versa)?  Is it a tactic to drown out sacateca (i'm all for that)?  OR, is it to highlight my profundity? (humor)

[Billy]

NOTE*  I tell myself over and over.. Experience/Empiricism takes over.  The reinforcing empowerment from this respective habitual awareness forms an alternative cycle (opposite the reactive imprisonment thingy.)

[Billy]

Well duplicate this... I have a TASTE for self-loathing that is not of any conjuring.  I like the disgust i can feel for the fact that i exist.  serloco talks of indifference in the void.  Let me tell you of CARING
nothing of myself > and my attempt to objectify THAT!!

    THAT is a fucker of essentially delicious ambrosia.  I cannot objectify this want..  I CANNOT !

    I become me

[Billy]

If I could (can't) 'teach' one thing, I would teach you to be you.

[Billy]

I FORGET!  You are YOU (too bad)

[Billy]

[Billy]

duplicate this... I have a TASTE for self-loathing that is not of any conjuring.  I like the disgust i can feel for the fact that i exist.  serloco talks of indifference in the void.  Let me tell you of CARING
nothing of myself > and my attempt to objectify THAT!!

    THAT is a fucker of essentially delicious ambrosia.  I cannot objectify this want..  I CANNOT !

    I become me

[Billy]

Paying attention is not a mystical occupation.  The second mirror got across that life is the fooded feast, and the work of paying attention the drink.

[bit shiny]

Twas a still night

suddenly from out of the corner of the eye came a noise

sparks

suddenly and not so suddenly

why and where nobody could say

how and when nobody could say

why when how and where nobody could say

as nobody was saying none how could it be said


pirates on beaches

the move sand in volumes

dry dusty work

they hone in on faces working abreast

how to even make them out

and water so much water salty out front of some trees "coconut nuts "

milky and nestled beneath a tree

there were times

cooking on the fire nobody around

except the natives

and they'd been gone a long time

dreaming

there were times

where meals were shared

fish were caught

upward starry skies

below much sand

ash

stomping natives you know

looking up and looking down

the stars spinning as they may

looking down the flame

so far up so far back

in the dream and coming back


seagull cries on late night flight

wind whips up spark into sky all the way high

at all times to fly

[Billy]

I will erase this very soon. I have a few things to put out there.
I am callous concerning world problems as concerns > environment, racism, sexism, terrorism, genetically modified farming, nuclear threats, computer/robotics?singularity, unaffordable healthcare, on and on. I am a sensitive enough person, but none of the fuss over humanity or earth makes sense. And nothing was ever good enough from the get go concerning the human entity; someone had to create gods to adore because so much of the rest of perception was fucked up; and the others followed like sheep.

The essential basis for emotions and ethics long preceded the arrival of humans on earth. Any honest cursory view of evolution and functional biology would make a shambles of religious beliefs and perceived hierarchical status of this species. Forgetting the broader universal picture, such beings exist for the blink of an eye in the earth's history. Why is everyone afraid to to project a more realistic appraisal?

I am as genuine as anyone where interaction involves a scope of feelings, but why does this have to be exclusive of intelligence regarding a sensible ultimate perspective?

Now, I am exhibiting a distaste for the unrealistic valuation of life too, though I would surely cling tenaciously to mine. AND, existence does have beauty aside the fear.

This is fun for me. I don't carry much resentment. I tell you I was sooo lucky to have grown up with a stable, loving family and to have had friendship with a few extremely aware persons. I am beset with gratitude even as I write all this, and still I want to say *** this **** about what a wonderful world it is. Mine is fine, but OH! others suffer so.

Look, I write with some attitude and ego. But, I'll tell you to consider most of my words as conveyance of what was shown to myself, and served their use to make me happy. I am not extraordinary; I am constantly challenged; I was shown a way that works for me; I share that at times.  {Words refer to those about awareness and objectivity >not, my bent on existence > no one else I know thinks like that}

There is someone out there who gave me gifts; I appreciate them; I appreciate YOU even more than the gifts.

[Billy]

In case you caught my spiel (now erased) yesterday, I want to clarify I am aiming no aspersions at activists of one sort or another.  Also, I don't carry said ideas in the forefront of every day life.

[Billy]

In case you caught my spiel (now erased) yesterday, I want to clarify I am aiming no aspersions at activists of one sort or another.  Also, I don't carry said ideas in the forefront of every day life.

I am tossed on the waves of this great ocean existence, then I sink into the humble knowledge of myself.  I am mortified at times that my affections are unruly, or that I leave those inner workings of the most simple affection.

[Billy]

I'm slow bit shiny:  "...from a far away point possible to obtain a simple point... bringing expansiveness into the simple being... motions of oceans from points removed to points close within scopes

{no more} lack of union of truth to bring sight... simple directions may implement further reaches from {graces}..."

The muddy water settled and brought clarity to your unparalleled eloquence...

May I please respectfully add: It is true that the immensity extending out from simplicity and brought back to a point is different than else.

[Billy]

Shifty bit shiny, but why (why when where how me)?

[Billy]

You are permitted by me to come back now bit shiny.

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