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<!doctype html>
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<title>021 by Hugh Mosno</title>
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<small style="text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 14px;margin-top: 500px;">
<span class="small-cap">everyone has a voice<br/>this is mine<br/>find yours</span>
</small><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
<div class="storycontainer" id="story">
<div data-anchor="shapes">
<div class="content">
<h1>shapes</h1>
<br/>
<p>fake is a form of fear
<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="loan-mines">
<div class="content">
<h1>loan mines</h1>
<br/>
<p>when you try to own something<br/>
you forget that you are everything
<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="where-one-lives">
<div class="content">
<h1>where one lives</h1>
<br/>
<p>john doe and john love<br/>
they are the same person<br/>
doe's responsibility ends at his surname<br/>
love's responsibility is to know all as family<br/>
doe is living in separation<br/>
love is living in oneness<br/>
<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="always-fresh">
<div class="content">
<h1>always fresh</h1>
<br/>
<p>yesterday <br/>
must never meet tomorrow<br/>
and tomorrow<br/>
must never meet today<br/><br/>
one should have<br/>
no sense of tense or time<br/>
one should have no attachment <br/>
to anything or anyone<br/>
and at the same time feel no separation<br/>
from anything or anyone<br/>
<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="the-click">
<div class="content">
<h1>the click</h1>
<br/>
<p>hidden in the cipher of plain sight<br/>
perceived without perspective <br/>
there lies and truth revealed<br/>
neither destination arrived at<br/>
or revelation contrived<br/>
rather a home coming<br/>
the culmination of aeons<br/>
<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="plustins">
<div class="content">
<h1>on being black</h1>
<br/>
<p>there is more chance of a snake<br/>
coming across an ignorant man<br/>
than there is for a man<br/>
coming across <br/>
a poisonous snake
<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="first-person-view">
<div class="content">
<h1>first person view</h1><br/>
<p>you're on your deathbed<br/>
you call your children<br/>
and grandchildren to your bedside<br/>
you ask one of them to fetch you<br/>
a piece of paper<br/>
and something to write with<br/>
& when they return<br/>
you start drawing<br/>
and writing<br/>
and sketching<br/>
and after a thousand heartbeats<br/>
you hand the piece of paper<br/>
back to the them<br/><br/>
you've just drawn them<br/>
a map to the truth<br/>
so, what does it look like?<br/>
and where does it lead them to?
<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="plustins">
<div class="content">
<h1>this claimer</h1>
<br/>
<p>you’re not going to like<br/>everything you read here<br/>
just like you don’t like<br/>everything about your self<br/>
but when you love<br/>like becomes a thing of the past</p>
<br/>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="onsies">
<div class="content">
<h1>onesies</h1>
<br/>
<p>a helping hand<br/>
raises me up<br/>
by my right hand<br/>
lifting my spirit<br/>
and I in turn<br/>
use my left hand<br/>
to raise my other<br/><br/>
each one must<br/>
save his own soul<br/>
but it is so much easier<br/>
if we struggled<br/>
and strived as one<br/><br/>
<i>it is my soul's desire<br/>
to see us move<br/>
<b>as one</b></i></p>
<br/>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="clothed-eyes">
<div class="content">
<h1>clothed eyes</h1><br/>
<p>if you take an apple<br/>
and slice it in half<br/>
and close your eyes<br/>
we all more or less<br/>
see the same thing<br/>
in our imagination<br/><br/>
but when we take the earth<br/>
and slice it in half<br/>
and open it in our minds<br/>
we all see <i>very</i> different things<br/><br/>
the inability to construct<br/>
an adequate picture<br/>
in your imagination<br/>
of what a cross section<br/>
of earth might look like,<br/>
is directly proportional<br/>
to the depth of one's<br/>
spiritual awareness<br/><br/>
<i>what do you see<br/>
when you look within</i>
<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="sea-of-change">
<div class="content">
<h1>sea of change</h1><br/>
<p><i>life is like a puzzle...</i><br/>
there's this picture<br/>
or outcome you imagine<br/>
and the pieces you need<br/>
to build it in the physical world<br/>
are scattered everywhere...<br/><br/>
but, as you gather the pieces<br/>
the picture keeps changing<br/>
and the pieces you had collected<br/>
fit into a view that has not so much faded<br/>
but was bound by a ceaseless changing<br/><br/>
<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="even-stevens">
<div class="content">
<h1>even-stevens</h1><br/>
<p>if you <i>must</i> fight<br/>
then try to love<br/>
with the same conviction<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="family-discounts">
<div class="content">
<h1>family discounts</h1><br/>
<p>you only pay<br/>
for who or what you don’t know<br/>
everything else is free<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="inside-out">
<div class="content">
<h1>inside out</h1><br/>
<p>the man who pressed his brother down<br/>
became depressed himself<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="the-never-ending-story">
<div class="content">
<h1>storytime</h1><br/>
<p>what conclusions can be drawn<br/>
from an imagination that is infinite<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="arrested-development">
<div class="content">
<h1>arrested development</h1><br/>
<p><i>inspiration is omnipresent</i><br/>
its your attention <br/>
that comes and goes<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="rightness-vs-kindness">
<div class="content">
<h1>rightness vs kindness</h1><br/>
<p><i>there is no such thing as <b>sin</b></i><br/>
only souls stumbling in the dark<br/>
searching for the light<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<!-- <div data-anchor="crash-test-dummies">
<div class="content">
<h1>crash test dummies</h1><br/>
<p>after many failed attempts<br/>
at winning her affection<br/>
and with his soul on his sleeve<br/>
he aims directly for her heart<br/><br/>
<i>"...all I'm trying to do<br/>
is book a seat<br/>
on this crashing plane<br/>
right next to you..."</i><br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div> -->
<div data-anchor="the-final-curtain">
<div class="content">
<h1>the final curtain</h1><br/>
<p>let the record show that I tried<br/>
before I died to the tides<br/>
of what if's and why's<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="time-traveller">
<div class="content">
<h1>time traveller</h1><br/>
<p><b>1500 years ago</b><br/> no muhammad<br/>no koran<br/>no muslims<br/><br/>
<b>2500 years ago</b><br/> no jesus<br/>no bible<br/>no christians<br/><br/>
<b>3000 years ago</b><br/> no buddha<br/>no tripitaka<br/>no buddhists<br/><br/>
how far back in time does one need to go<br/>
before you have nothing left to lean on<br/>
and have to think for yourself?
<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="professional-crastinators">
<div class="content">
<h1>procrasti'nation</h1><br/>
<p>don't live in your thoughts<br/>
use your thoughts to live<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="schools-of-thought">
<div class="content">
<h1>schools of thought</h1><br/>
<p>those who don't know<br/>
need something to believe<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="uncharted">
<div class="content">
<h1>uncharted</h1><br/>
<p> <i>the abolishment of slavery means nothing...</i><br/>
only when we abolish the concept of mine and yours<br/>
only <i>then</i> are we truly free from slavery<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="truth-be-sold">
<div class="content">
<h1>truth be sold</h1><br/>
<p><i>inside of oneness</i><br/>
love knows no language &<br/>
truth has no home<br/><br/>
<small><!-- <button id="trigger-overlay" type="button">back story</button> by --><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="purse-pective">
<div class="content">
<h1>one love</h1><br/>
<p>family is not everything<br/>
family is everyone<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="first-place">
<div class="content">
<h1>first place</h1><br/>
<p><i>if all soccer players practice honesty<br/>
there would be no need for a referee or linesman...</i><br/><br/>
if we teach our youth to depend on a referee or a linesman<br/>
as to abandon their own sense of honesty<br/>
then we allow our youth a scapegoat<br/><br/>
we shouldn't suddenly stop using referees, <br/>
but when did we start needing them? <br/>
and can honesty replace them?<br/><br/>
the burden of a potential loss placed on our youth is great.<br/>
too much emphasis is placed on winning <br/>
and too little on honesty<br/><br/>
our youth must be taught to play to learn<br/>
because then they can never lose<br/>
then the burden of honesty is lifted<br/>
and a loss can be reframed as a learning<br/>
and a joy can even be felt for the winning team<br/><br/>
<b>this sense of oneness<br/>
must be restored in our youth</b><br/><br/>
</p><br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="everyness">
<div class="content">
<h1>everyness</h1><br/>
<p><i>happiness is not a pinnacle</i><br/>
it is only a slice <br/>
of a much bigger pie<br/>
and an even larger picture<br/><br/>
what you're looking for<br/>
is looking for you too<br/><br/>
but know this...<br/>
those who seek happiness<br/>
should abandon their search<br/><br/>
they should instead seek truth<br/>
for the journey toward truth<br/>
is filled with an ending bathed in light<br/><br/>
a happiness born out of a feeling of oneness<br/>
where a lightness overcomes your physical being<br/>
and you at once are endowed with the ability<br/>
to raise your physical body from the ground at will<br/><br/>
you are only a reflection of your perspective<br/>
rejecting, assimilating or remaining indifferent....<br/>
these are the only tools at your disposal<br/><br/>
if we abandon our perspectives<br/>
as to move toward perspectivelessness<br/>
the happiness we once sought with perspective<br/>
will wither into nothingness without it<br/><br/>
</p><br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="optional-choices">
<div class="content">
<h1>optional choices</h1><br/>
<p><b>one day there was milk...</b><br/><br/>
then another day came<br/>
when milk just wasn't enough<br/>
my brothers then came together<br/>
and decided to give the people choice<br/>
and so, fat free and full cream milk was born<br/><br/>
then still another day came<br/>
and one of the children asked<br/>
<i>"papa do we have fat free and full cream cows"</i><br/>
and papa replied<br/>
<i>"no my angel, we only have cows... <br/>
it is the money-man who sells you the choice"</i><br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="the-narrator">
<div class="content">
<h1>the narrator</h1><br/>
<p>while watching someone else's life<br/>
her own life stood still...<br/>
and after drying her tears<br/>
she returned to her perspective<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="state-of-the-nations">
<div class="content">
<h1>state of the nations</h1><br/>
<p>when a mind can be used to amplify an idea<br/>
their mentality must first be rendered susceptible<br/>
only then can the idea shine through them<br/>
and they in turn are then used<br/>
as vehicles of love or fear<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="reasons">
<div class="content">
<h1>reasons</h1><br/>
<p> it can take a lifetime sometimes<br/>
to realise why it is that you're here<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="the-somethingverse">
<div class="content">
<h1>the somethingverse</h1><br/>
<p><small><em>we are the keepers of the flame<br/>from where mind can be lit<br/>while singing still your own heart</em></small><br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 10px; color:#555; text-transform: uppercase;">sretsis</sup></small><br/><br/><br/><strong>ancient thoughts ago...</strong> the followers of the great <small class="uc">sretsis</small> fought the ethereal war against the <em>reapers of the same</em>, led by the vile <small class="uc">rehtorb</small>... the start of the never end was marked by the coming of the seven sisters. revealing themselves only as thought, together they reflected the face of one love. <small class="uc">silatnem</small> could change not only the shape of things, but the minds of men, <small class="uc">tiralop</small>, <small class="uc">itarbiv</small>, <small class="uc">tyhr</small>, <small class="uc">itasuac</small>, <small class="uc">opserroc</small> & <small class="uc">endeg</small>, each gifted... but the cosmic cleansing had separated the sisters of one love, and so to entwine their intentions with timelessness, the siblings merged themselves into every soulful atom across the somethingverse... a dance had begun, one that will last for all human heartbeats, seeking to reunite the sisters & reignite the memory of the legendary eson, son of jam<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="air-to-the-throne">
<div class="content">
<h1>air to the throne</h1><br/>
<p> during the great gathering on mars in 2718, the fate of earth was decided in a game of rock paper scissors. the interplanetary delegates assembled had been in talks for days prior to the final clinch fisted blow<br/><br/>
eson, son of jam, was at the time the most respected interplanetary explorer and the long standing ambassador of earth to the furthest galaxies. to humans he was the invisible ether that bound entire systems together by his very name. such was the power of eson, son of jam. when the final fist had fallen, eson stood victorious, but not relishing in his victory, he took to his knee, bowed his head and said "<em>to none... but all... <strong>forever</strong></em>" <br/><br/>
these words marked the end of a love story in the solar season. earth was evacuated under a new intergalactic treaty and declared an h-free system. for the next 10 000 years, no human being would inhabit the earth, all other lifeforms would be left to flourish by the will of time and any manner of structure or system would remain as they lay. religion's final tombstone, laid to rest<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="the-story-never-ends">
<div class="content">
<h1>the story never ends</h1><br/>
<p>many flying species survived the great cleansing, many early humans too, one such family was <small>shuuk</small> and <small>suddah's</small>, coastal foragers sleeping high in the mountains. there were very little flying flesh eaters in their lands for long periods of moons, and there was enough food every where, everyday, all the time</p>
<p>the mountain's cliff is what created and sustained their little microclimate, shielding them from the noxious gases spread across the planet... the shape of the shoreline, the heights of the flanking mountains, the spume of the surf and all the energies of the mountain came together to provide a sort of safe zone for him and his extended family, neighbours and some visitors. the south of the planet holds many secrets, one of them an entrance to a core cave system, an eden discovered by accident one day while diving for giant shell grabbers, zappos as they were named</p>
<p><small>wuuko</small>, <small>suddah's</small> second cousin went down into the water, past the last barrier of rocks, the shell grabber spots him and does a speedy dive, <small>wuuko</small> follows him down quickly, he kicks hard and points straight, but there was really no where for the zappo to swim, and as if it had pushed through the sand, it just kept going down and down... with very little breath left he courageously follows the zappo further down... he kicks, pushes harder, starts using his hands, almost within reach, and then, as if entering a rock shaped chimney that seems to be lit from above, he follows the zappo up... he glides all the way to the top, and there it was... <span class="b i">incredible</span>... the entrance to an underground network of caves that stretches in different directions for what seems like forever, fresh water, green flora and a light as bright as day</p>
<p><small>wuuko</small> swims cautiously toward the cave's shore and looks around, and up and down, it seemed impossible what he was seeing, a cave garden complete with fresh water and food ready to move in to. he couldn't understand how the light was coming in, how it was so lit, so luminous... he decides to return to <small>shuuk</small> and bring back some others to see and experience this amazing find... on their return, their faces reflected their thoughts... the fearless <small>aakhtee</small> starts a sprint down one of the cave's tunnel openings until he disappeared into the distance, eventually stopping he loudly shouts <i>"kah poo lee lee... kah poo leeeeeeee..."</i> and they all start laughing, almost quietly, as if to themselves...</p><br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="roads">
<div class="content">
<h1>roads</h1><br/>
<p>I'm not afraid to die &<br/>
not because I'm fearless<br/>
but because I understand<br/>
that when I do come back<br/>
I might not remember who I was<br/>
but I will recognise who you are<br/>
by how you live...and that is how<br/>
I will know who I am<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="the-flip-side">
<div class="content">
<h1>the flip side</h1><br/>
<p>my cousin linney was born into<br/>
what most would consider middle class<br/>
he started wholesaling mandrax in the late eighties<br/>
and supplied a huge portion of cape town<br/>
most don't enter lightly into such lives...<br/>
at 27 a turf war earned him 2 shots in the back of the head<br/>
the two gunmen took nothing from the house<br/>
it was strictly karmic business<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="universe-city">
<div class="content">
<h1>universe city</h1><br/>
<p>so I told her<br/><br/>
<i>"I can move the pen with my mind<br/>
and so can you, you just forgot<br/>
or lost belief, or both"</i><br/><br/>
she smiles and says<br/><br/>
<i>"show me"</i><br/><br/>
I say<br/><br/>
<i>"if you pay me 1000 monies<br/>
I'll show you, isn't that what showmen do..."</i><br/><br/>
she smiles and says<br/><br/>
<i>"what if I pay you, will you really show me?"</i><br/><br/>
and I said <br/><br/>
<i>"if you're willing to pay me to test the limits of your own belief<br/>
why not do it for free?"</i><br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="an-inconvenient-truth">
<div class="content">
<h1>an inconvenient truth</h1><br/>
<p> healing is seeing the meaning in the feeling<br/>
and the bulk of that, is letting go<br/><br/>
<small><sup style="font-size: 8px; color:#eaeaea">H M</sup></small>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="small-things">
<div class="content">
<h1>small things</h1><br/>
<p>many nights when my other half falls asleep<br/>
I'll carry on working into the early hours<br/>
when she wakes up during the night<br/>
she will always come to find me <br/>
and ask me to come and lay with her<br/>
until she falls asleep again, and so I do<br/>
and when she starts softly snoring again<br/>
I get up and return to my desk...<br/>
I love doing that for her <br/>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="season-1-episode-1">
<div class="content">
<h1>season 1 episode 1</h1><br/>
<p>feeling is the truest form of knowing<br/>
you can't ignore what you're feeling<br/>
but you can certainly try<br/>
and most people do<br/>
for their entire life<br/>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="illusions">
<div class="content">
<h1>illusions</h1><br/>
<p>if choice is a rudder <br/>
then what is <i>"the will of god"</i><br/>
if god is in control<br/>
then what is suicide?<br/>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="guilty-parties">
<div class="content">
<h1>guilty parties</h1><br/>
<p>thinking in tenses <br/>
are one of the many culprits <br/>
that take you away from the now<br/>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="truce">
<div class="content">
<h1>truce</h1><br/>
<p><b>I have this hunch</b><br/>
that if jesus and muhammad had twitter<br/>
and each of them had say 1 billion followers<br/>
I suspect that the two of them<br/>
would follow each other<br/>
because they’re cool like that<br/>
and would it not make sense<br/>
to do then as the prophet does?<br/><br/>
<i>leaders see the good in all beliefs<br/>
while followers see only the good in their own<br/></i>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="word-without-when">
<div class="content">
<h1>word without when</h1><br/>
<p>there are thoughts<br/>
that haven’t been thunk for eons<br/>
and then suddenly<br/>
you are reminded of something <br/>
that you haven’t thought about<br/>
in 10 000 years<br/>
& it all makes sense again<br/>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="kapadien">
<div class="content">
<h1>kapadien</h1> <br/>
<p>a true leader strikes love into the fear of men's hearts<br/>
so that they might inspire themselves into the light direction <br/><br/>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="the-why-of-the-how">
<div class="content">
<h1>the why of the how</h1> <br/>
<p>and then beng asked<br/>
<i>how do I get better at focusing</i><br/>...<br/>
and feng answered<br/>
<i>the answer to that question<br/>
lives in the answer to a different question</i><br/>...<br/>
and feng continued<br/>
<i>the essence of your focus<br/>
is rooted in the answer to the question</i><br/>
<i><b>"what do I choose my focus to be"</b></i><br/>
<i>the answer to that question<br/>
becomes the root of your focus </i><br/><br/>
your life<br/>
becomes<br/>
the answer<br/><br/>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="how-you-gonna-make">
<div class="content">
<h1>how you gonna make</h1><br/>
<p>the dream is this huge piece of marble stone<br/>
you are given a chisel & some time<br/>
to carve whatever human experience <br/>
you choose to chisel out for your self<br/>
its almost as if <br/>
you need to fetch your dreams<br/>
we all want our me to feel free<br/>
but most don't enjoy the admin<br/>
that inevitably comes <br/>
with their dreams<br/><br/>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="the-verdict">
<div class="content">
<h1>the verdict</h1><br/>
<p>we put a man on the moon<br/>
but we didn't put a man<br/>
inside his daughter<br/>
we take responsibility <br/>
as a collective for<br/>
certain events<br/>
but for others<br/>
we acknowledge no part<br/><br/>
and in other news....<br/>
</p>
</div>
</div>
<div data-anchor="thought-mechanics">
<div class="content">
<h1>the thought<br/>that counts</h1><br/>
<p>
<small id="readme" style="font-size: 11px;"><b style="font-size: 12px">README </b> twelve years spent in a schooling system that leaves you worth no more than R10 p/h & you evens get a certificate to prove it... it helps if you read this story with something to write with, it helps to draw as you read along, try it, you have nothing to lose, but aweh... <br/><br/> <a href="#" onclick="$('#the-seven-nommers').fadeIn(2000); this.style.display='none'; event.preventDefault(); $('#readme').fadeOut(1000)" style="font-size: 16px;">show me the story</a> </small>
</p>
<p id="the-seven-nommers" style="display: none">lets for the purpose of discussion<br/>
take one dollar & one thought<br/>
the dollar as commodity, has a limit<br/>
the thought as commodity, is limitless<br/>
but most value the dollar more than the thought<br/><br/>
thought is the fundamental building block of life<br/>
it shapes our physical reality<br/>
whether you understand it<br/>
or believe it, or not<br/><br/>
a thought lives forever<br/>
you cannot kill a thought<br/>
all my thoughts<br/>
and all your thoughts<br/>
live in the space<br/>
called the collective<br/>
the collective is just another name<br/>
for the moerse bakkie<br/>
where all our thoughts live<br/>
its essentially the place <br/>
where god accesses all our thoughts<br/>
we all feed the collective<br/>
and all feed off of it<br/>
if I have a kak gedagte<br/>
I am essentially poisoning the water hole<br/>
that we all feed from<br/><br/>
as you are reading these words<br/>
as the words are imprinted onto your mind<br/>
there are thoughts streaming to you<br/>
life and direct, 24/7/365<br/>
you cannot shut it down<br/>
its a by product of being alive<br/>
even now as you are reading <br/>
those thoughts are still streaming to you<br/>
you make peace with this stream<br/>
or you get carried away with it<br/><br/>
the average high school girl<br/>
uses up to 60 percent<br/>
of her thought capacity<br/>
to judge the next girl and herself<br/>
she's sitting at home, in her room<br/>
zoning on the other girls hair, her nails, her bag<br/>
the girl she's zoning on<br/>
is not even in the room with her...<br/>
this is the very essence of giving krag weg<br/>
allowing one's thoughts to run rampant<br/>
out of control<br/>
if she valued her thoughts<br/>
like she valued her dollars<br/>
she's not going to be zoning on that girl<br/>
for an hour, a day, a whole fucking lifetime<br/>
are you jas?<br/><br/>
look at what she's doing<br/>
more than 50% of her thoughts<br/>
for a 24 hour period<br/>
was occupied on thoughts of judgement<br/>
heavy days bra...<br/>
she could have been thinking<br/>
my mom is happy<br/>
my brother is safe<br/>
my life is good<br/>
green grass, blue skies, HOPA!<br/>
but she can't control her thoughts<br/>
so she gets on that bus<br/>
only to arrive an hour later<br/>
at the same place she found herself before<br/><br/>
to take stock of this young lady's thoughts<br/>
we need to demonstrate how we concluded the 50%+<br/>
we claim she had been using exclusively on<br/> judgement<br/>
of the self mainly, through comparison to the other<br/><br/>
there are these little metrics<br/>
imagine an upside down "T"<br/>
the vertical axis represents<br/>
the state of being<br/>
the horizontal axis represents<br/>
the state of becoming<br/><br/>
each of these metrics<br/>
of which there are many<br/>
represent the anchor points<br/>
for the polarities<br/>
in other words<br/>
a single upside down "T"<br/>
represents the opposites<br/>
so, for example<br/>
love and hate is one thing<br/>
love is on the left of the horizontal axis<br/>
and hate represents the right of the horizontal axis<br/>
love and hate is one thing<br/>
on the same line<br/>
they bleed into each other<br/>
like hot and cold<br/>
you are either becoming hate<br/>
or becoming love<br/>
based on the mental, physical and spiritual stuff<br/>
that are effecting you everyday<br/><br/>
everything on the left is positive<br/>
or a high vibrational frequency<br/>
like courage<br/>
everything on the right is negative<br/>
or a low vibrational frequency<br/>
life fear<br/>
everything on the left is essentially<br/>
smiley face<br/>
everything on the right is essentially<br/>
sad face<br/><br/>
did you ever go to a place<br/>
maybe someone's home<br/>
and maybe think to yourself while being there<br/>
"I don't feel like being here,<br/>
it doesn't feel right here"<br/>
that feeling, is you experiencing<br/>
the thoughts of those person(s)<br/>
through the vibration they are emmitting<br/>
my thought, sustains my vibration<br/>
when you are sitting at home<br/>
feeling mad or sad<br/>
the chances are 100% <br/>
that what you are thinking about<br/>
is what is making you feel that way<br/>
there's no other nommer...<br/>
the trees don't know how to lie<br/>
when a forest grows<br/>
its like a giant truth made of love<br/>
that's why it feels lekker to walk through the forest<br/><br/>
at the center<br/>
of becoming either love or hate<br/>
is the state of being, oneness<br/>
its essentially one love<br/>
I prefer to call it one love<br/>
I feel it conceited<br/>
for me to think<br/>
that I know the name of god<br/>
to illustrate, take romeo and juliet<br/>
romeo and juliet are sitting under a tree<br/>
romeo is trying to explain to juliet<br/>
who and what shakespeare is<br/>
but how can romeo possibly conceive of<br/>
who are what shakespeare is<br/>
if he himself<br/>
was conceived in the mind of shakespeare<br/>
its an old analogy, to convey the conceit<br/>
in me trying to explain to you<br/>
who and what god is<br/><br/>
for the purposes of discussion<br/>
let us say that there are two types of love<br/>
the one type of love, is the opposite of hate<br/>
like, I'm in love, I'm out of love<br/>
the other love<br/>
lies at the center of becoming
either love and hate<br/>
on the axis of being<br/>
this love is essentially one love<br/>
undifferentiated, unconditional love<br/>
one love does not look less favourbly<br/>
on the cheetah<br/>
who killed the young buck<br/>
to feed her cubs...<br/>
are you happy for the cheetah?<br/>
or sad for the buck?<br/>
"one love", is indifferent to such things<br/>
nothing is personal, everything is energy<br/>
there is nothing happening to you<br/>
its just happening<br/>
some people go through an entire lifetime<br/>
without concluding this <br/>
even as a possibility<br/><br/>
if you can see the upside down "T" still in your mind<br/>
with love and courage etc on the left<br/>
and hate and fear etc on the right<br/>
the H-axis as the state of becoming<br/>
the V-axis as the state of being<br/>
with that in mind<br/>
introduce now a new dimension of time<br/>
separated by hour<br/>
as a third dimension<br/>
to denote when I was feeling how<br/><br/>
so, for example<br/>
6am, 7am, 8am, 9am etc etc<br/>
with this new dimension of time added<br/>
we'll be able to plot and track<br/>