Knowledge and information is everywhere.
The world has become a melting pot of information and knowledge. We have access to every bit of truth or lies that is available and yet we are acting upon ignorance, hate, rage and violence more than ever.
I watched an absolutely amazing vid about the universe actually moving in a vortex. It was fascinating to watch and frightening to think about all the information that is available now. We are absorbing all of this information and we are finding out the truths that so many of us have always held to.
The God that is the creator of this vast infinite wisdom is nothing like what that old tattered book spoke of. There are no truths in that fiction. The truth is so vast and unbelievable and we have the ability to see that now.
What was said in 69' may actually be true in some ways. The old story is dead and the new story is just beginning.
How will we handle it.?
I was alone, always alone it seems unless Annie and Ardy showed up. It had been a while now. I was beginning to wonder.
Do people not look as old as they are because I am as old as they are?
Wait, what was I thinking about just before I was thinking about what I was thinking about?
I keep looking at all of my stuff all packed up and ready to go and my hat is hanging on my guitar and I wonder what it would be like if my daughter had to walk into this room seeing that this was the last thing her dad did. He died in a fucking nursing home. I am haunted by these images.
Ah but I know there is more life ahead of me my friend. There are more adventures to go on and there are more ships to sail.
Things are just so mixed up anymore. There is no definitive line between the worlds or between my emotions. I am simply rambling incoherent messages to a fragile mind that cannot form any kind of analysis on the situation. Which means I am confused.
Been listening to Indi Pop Rocks on SomaFm.con
Been listening to Traffic and have no idea how much time has passed.
I wheeled out early this morning and let the beauty of the day soak into my skin, my spirit, my soul.
I have nothing to say and I have everything to say.
I feel myself actually drift from one reality to another now, not like before where there was no recognition of the change. I still don't see the alternative worlds together but it's close to happening. I'm not sure what that means.
Annie was sitting beside me on my new couch in my new apartment. All my art was spread out in front of us.
Annie pointed to the new peace picture, “I like that one Gunnar. I want it. Can I have it?”
I laughed, “Of course you can have it Annie. I was thinking of you while I painted it.”
“The low spark of high heeled boys” was playing on the computer.
I recorded very large mp3's of random albums, a lot of things I've never heard and then let them all randomly play in my Winamp player so it is always a surprise what might show up on the next mp3.
Ardy burst through the door with a book under his arm. He dropped the book down on the coffee table, moved my art out of the way, drug a chair up to the coffee table, went to the kitchen and got a Diet Pepsi, got me and Annie one also, sat down in the chair and opened the book to page 333.
Things started coming out of the book. Smoke and light were making tracers along with little bright dots like stars and then miraculously a small shit floated up and as it got farther away from the book it grew in size until it was what the full width and breadth of what the ship might be and the three of us started to scatter because it was lowering itself into my front room which was now a vast ocean of water. Annie Ardy and I were being lifted up by soft beautiful hands and set inside the ship.
We were sailing.
Our captain was a wild looking man with white hair down his back and a beard that hung to his belly button. His round glasses were hung on a crooked nose that covered his blue and yellow eyes. His smile was wide with teeth that showed signs of wear from coffee and cigars which he had one hanging from his lips at the moment. The captain growled to us, “Hang on you filthy scabs!”
I looked to the right of me and there I was sitting in my wheelchair in my front room slumped down asleep with my hat on and I also saw myself in a large ship on a vast ocean with nothing in sight but water.
I felt a slight tug in my stomach area, just below my navel and the captain was gone.
The giant hands lifted us up and placed us on what I would assume is an island on another planet or a continent for all I know.
We were greeted by a large group of people all smiling and all wearing peace signs on them in one form or another. The energy was tremendous. Such a flow of love and peace. I have never felt anything like it.
One spoke to me, not really speaking verbally but telepathically, “You are in a place of peace. We have achieved world peace and love. You are here to experience this and take it back to your world. Your world is violent and that is dangerous and unacceptable to the rest of he infinite universe.
All worlds go through their violent phase but you on earth you will not stop the destruction of you brothers and sisters both human and animal and you are destroying the planet and the air and atmosphere that surrounds you.”
I heard another voice speak to me, “Did you hear Larry passed away?”
I was back at the nursing home and that was Uncle Albert's growling old voice.
“No wait I'm not there anymore. I'm in my own place!”
Albert spoke again, “What the hell are you talking about Mical. All I said was Harry died.”
I felt a tremendous overwhelming sense of loss of balance come over me. I was passing out or had already passed out. I started looking around and there were a group of the residents from the nursing home around me along with aids and nurses. Apparently I was coming too from passing out. I was back at the nursing home. My apartment was still there waiting and I have no idea where they set the three of us down, Annie, Aardvark Diggs and myself. I could still sense the land mass we were on and that we were moving around searching out our new adventure but I couldn't get there. I was a ghost in that world and a victim in this one.
People have been dropping off right and left here at the nursing home. My loved ones are worried about me moving out which is creating real tensions and depression. The apartment is being furnished with all of the free things Bart and Gene are finding for me and everything else is ready but it's been put on hold until I get a bill from a gas company that was twenty years ago and have it paid by some organization that is also helping me out.
I finally was able to get a bill to print online so hopefully we can get things rolling in a couple of days.
Things just feel frightening right now. I am alone and I am afraid and I just don't know what to do. The waiting is killing me.
I hear uncle Albert and his best friend Victor's voices outside my door. They were just in the cafeteria making chips and cheese only they were using Lays potato chips and grated cheese. I'm not sure what I think about that as far as a snack. I wonder if it is another prison recipe.
I heard Annie talking to me, “Gunnar, are you alright? Gunnar, babe are you ok?”
I was sitting up in the dirt surrounded by the peace people and Annie and Ardy who were apparently trying to revive me just as they were in the nursing home. The apartment must have been a dream within these dreams within God knows how many other dreams and realities.
I looked up at Annie, “Annie I am being pulled in different directions. I, I can't...”
Annie held me and whispered, “I know Gunnar, I know.”
Finally Aardvark Diggs and Annie got me to my feet and the smiling peace people started to lead us to their town square.
This must be a dream. We were walking through isles of planters full of veggies and flowers growing everywhere and I could smell the sweet aroma of weed somewhere in the mix.
When we got to the center of town it was very reminiscent of my home town's center. Set up were wagons with fruits and vegetables, crafts and creations everywhere. It was a celebration and the three of us had been invited.
Music was playing away from the center and we got ourselves some food and goodies and headed toward the melodies. It was a band playing on a stage that had been constructed in the middle of the crossroads of this little town. They were really quite good.
We spent the day listening to the bands and enjoying the wonderful food and drink not having any real interaction with the people that were all around us. They seemed to feel that we were just one of the group, one of the family and went about their business and left us to our doings.
We were all sitting at a table very happy and calm when three very interesting looking individual's walked up to our table smiling. They were two women and one man. The woman came up first and the man stood behind them. They were dressed in vivid colors of some material that seemed to shine in the light, and upon closer observation seemed to change it's brightness with what emotion the wearer was showing at the time. The peaceful and calm seemed to be a nice glowing of the colors that they were wearing. The one woman looked at Annie and said, “We will dispose of the men if you wish. We have no need for any more new slaves at this time.”
That's when I noticed it. All the men were behind the women and they were all dressed in cloth clothing that was colorful but not like what the women wore. How did I miss this. It seemed so obvious now.
Annie spoke, “No, these are my personal attendants. I am quite happy with them.”
The other woman spoke, “You let them have too much freedom Annie. They will turn on you one day. They always do.”
Annie knew these people and knew where we were and didn't tell me. Aardvark Diggs must have also known.
I looked at Ardy, “What the fuck?”
Ardy frowned at me, “Stay cool Mical or we could be tomorrow's main course.”
cool peace
hippy mike
love
spirit
cool uber groovy cool