Creation—My Non-Hallucinogenic Kool-Aid Acid Test Toward Singularity

Child of the Cosmos

 

I agree and believe in the central idea of the Merry Pranksters philosophy.

 

That doesn’t mean I believe the way to promote such a radical lifestyle is to pop Lysergic acid diethylamide, do electric Kool-Aid acid tests, drive around in a psychedelic bus, and name my kid sunshine, or moonbeam.

 

In fact, I reject the notion that I have to use hallucinogenic substances to arrive at a heightened state of consciousness.

 

I am able to arrive at such a mental plateau from a different stream of awareness and abhor the idea that I require a serotonin receptor agonist to locate my spirituality and “find myself.”

 

Without hallucinogenic substances, I see worlds that have never been and experience mind-altering eruptions when I lift my eyes and observe the awesome majesty of the universe.

 

In the awesome brilliance of divine creation, the star gazer in me is born again.

 

Beyond the threshold of Planck time I can see the wonders of heaven and discover the celestial secrets of yesterday and tomorrow.

 

I have lived my life in an autistic event horizon and commune in my soul with the death throes of a giant star, that will never die.

 

I am a child of the cosmos, and the stars are my progenitors.

 

Without hallucinogenic substances, I taste the goodness of fruit, the freshness of water, and hear the pure sound of a pleasing conversation.

 

From a well-executed risotto dish, to a remarkable stracciatella gelato, crowned with a fine simple infusion and stimulating discussion, life’s meanings become momentous and peace on earth can be achieved.

 

One with the Earth

 

Without hallucinogenic substances, I run in the sun, with the new air at my face.

 

In such tranquility and energy, I am a traveler upon our earth ship, hurtling through space around our sun at a speed of 67, 000 miles an hour.

 

I am one with the earth.  I am one with nature.

 

I love the earth’s creatures, and wish to live in harmony with nature’s organisms, and cultivate the ground within a communal of brotherhood.

 

Inside the seed, the bark, and the leaf, I hope with an endless longing for a harmonious tomorrow.

 

There, touched by the tranquil zephyrs of the Crystal Sea, I am optimistic that we will one day plant a garden and reap the fruit of eternity.

 

Singularity—My Stories Are Your Story

 

I am not a judge.  Such pretentious attitude is not my meaning, nor my objective.

 

I certainly do believe in living, and letting others live in their traditions and customs.

 

While I detest all manner of drug induced mind alteration to achieve my perfect mental state, I do seek escape from reality.

 

My escape is the Word.

 

Without hallucinogenic substances, I have attained the sensitivity and humanity to be a lover of Peace and Truth.

 

I believe as Gandhi did, “There is no way to peace, Peace is the way.”  I believe in such a great idea, even though the world knows more about war than peace, more about killing and murdering, than about living and loving.

 

I am a scholar of military history and a student of war, so I can warn humanity of its evils.

 

As for Truth, I not only seek it, I worship it.

 

Truth is God.

 

By Truth’s preciseness, all of reality exists.

 

Without hallucinogenic substances, I live Life more abundantly.

 

In the fullness of Life, I inhale infinity and dare to love beyond death, hate, time, and understanding.

 

Throughout my life, in my every breath, I seek to find the pure consciousness that requires only the spirit of Life and the human breath to elevate its awareness.

 

In the innocence and clarity of free thought, I live and breathe a new beginning.  Obstacles are removed, and mountain tops are conquered.  My life becomes a canvas in which my blood and guts draw the imageries of a new world.

 

The world of the Creator is my world, and I will never relinquish it.

 

In the rapture of creation, I feel alive and awash in the translucence and brightness of the Sea of Glass.  I stand upon the sun and feel the rage of the sunbursts, catalysts to new life forms and creations.  I touch and measure the heavens with my thoughts and words.

 

I live to create.

 

I am a Creator.

 

Through my creations, I attain a heightened abstract mental elevation that transcends all understanding.

 

My God was, is, and forever will be a Creator.

 

Therefore, in order to be, I must also create.

 

It is through creation that I am able to exist outside of my autistic citadels.

 

It is through creation that I can sense different worlds and accept different ways of thought.

 

It is through creation that I am able to relate the stories of my gravity and complexity.

 

Through creation, I attain singularity.

 

I am The Great American Storyteller.

 

To all Patriots of our Great Republic: If you love our country, and have a story, I will connect with you.

 

Because my stories are your story.

 

 

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Sanctuary—Refuge of the False Immigrant

I’m the Great American Storyteller.

 

My identity as a writer of books is frequently overwhelmed by the events occurring across our country.

 

Right now, with the caravans of potential illegal aliens headed toward our southern border, with President Trump seemingly willing to use our military to stave off the hordes, I cannot maintain my silence.

 

I love our Country, yet I’m fearful it’ll not survive if we don’t regain control of our borders.

 

Often, my fear for my country drives me to blog.

 

I care about my books.

 

I desire to be known and respected for my ability to tell a story.

 

But I love my country more.

 

And if I believe it is in danger, I will stand to defend it, and accept the consequences.

An Immigrant

 

It’s been said we are all immigrants.

 

This is true. According to science, even the Native American Tribes immigrated here from Asia.

 

The Immigrant, huddling in the cold night, looking over the darkness toward the horizon of Liberty, is the greatest vision of our Republic.

 

Who is an immigrant? What defines an immigrant?

 

Definition of an Immigrant

 

one that immigrates: such as

a : a person who comes to a country to take up permanent residence

 

The immigrant needs a country to come to and take up permanent residence in to survive.

 

Accordingly, in order to be an immigrant—documented or undocumented, illegal or legal—there must exist a country first.

 

If there is no country to come or flee to, there is no immigrant.

 

In order for there to be a country to provide refuge, there must be borders.

Borders

 

Without a country, there can be no immigrant.

 

The immigrant is a byproduct of a country, or countries.

 

So it makes no sense to me when some people who say they support immigrants push for the removal of borders.

 

It is said that many immigrants come to our country to flee oppression and tyranny.

 

If an immigrant is to have a chance to survive, they must find sanctuary.

 

But if there are no borders, there is no country where sanctuary can be obtained.

 

The idea that borders are wrong, and that one is a racist to support clear identifiable boundaries between civilizations, flies in the face of logic, and is not an idea that supports and encourages immigration.

 

If a person supports the immigrant, then they, logically, must support borders and laws, or else they, in the long run, hurt the immigrant.

Immigrates

 

: to enter and usually become established;  especially : to come into a country of which one is not a native for permanent residence

 

There are instances of some immigrants coming and going, crossing the border illegally numerous times.

 

This is not the definition of an immigrant.

 

The genuine immigrant desires to become established in a country and take up permanent residence.

 

An immigrant is not one who reaps the benefits of a country, to then send the rewards gained back to a home country.

 

This is not an immigrant.

 

This is a parasite.

 

The true immigrant is one who comes legally into a country to become established and live a better life and make a healthier home for himself and his posterity.

Sanctuary

 

In antiquity, borders were achieved by the sword.

 

Yet, there were times in Rome’s history when walls were built and permanent borders were created.

 

Hadrian’s Wall cut the English mainland virtually in half. While the wall, by itself, did not mean to defend the Roman border, it did provide the vehicle for Roman might and influence to control access and, to some degree, provide security.

 

Nonetheless, the wall was built.  Many historians believe it was built to reveal Roman might and power, more than defend a border.

 

Suffice to say, the message was well-defined and unmistakable.

 

Rome is here.

 

To possess the ability and technology to construct such a powerful representation of Roman ingenuity, skill, and might so far away from Rome gave an immigrant—or enemy—a moment of pause.

 

Moreover, the wall provided the same cultural impact as any of the dominant edifices that comprised a Roman village or city.

 

Roman life and refuge can be found here.

 

The Roman Republic provided shelter and security for those seeking a better way of life.

 

When Rome became an Empire, it still gave shelter and hope for humanity, although liberty was lost to the Citizens.

 

This forfeiture of freedom would eventually lead to Rome’s demise five-hundred years later.

 

As history tells us, Rome’s fall resulted in the Dark Ages.

 

The territorial expansion led by the Germanic prince Odovacar did not offer humanity hope, nor provided a way toward peace and prosperity.  In fact, new progression and cultural improvement became stagnant and died until the Renaissance occurred, hundreds of years later.

 

When before, all roads led to Rome, now chaos and destruction became the norm.

 

Confronted with such darkness, humanity lost much hope, and the immigrant lost a path to sanctuary and a chance for a better way of life.

 

In the modern world, the USA has been the new Rome.

 

Up until recent times, the USA was a dominant force for the progression of humanity, and a better way of life.

 

Now, because of our bloated, inflated debt—$21 trillion and counting—the United States is losing its base of power and beginning to weaken in influence, military power, and global prominence.

 

How can the immigrant and citizen be helped if the United States collapses under the weight of its government overspending and entitlement culture?

 

Therefore, as before, if one is in support of the immigrant, then one must logically support a strong and prominent country from which to offer humanity a refuge.

 

Our Republic is the light of the world.

 

It is a hope for humanity.

 

It is the sanctuary of the immigrant.

 

If the Republic of the United States falls under the weight of its afflictions and burdens, there will be no sanctuary for the immigrant to flee to.

 

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