: About Me

Living on the Highway of Dreams
What happens when your biology cannot get out of your way enough to make you feel like there was any possibility of movement outside a cave or crypt ?
You lie therein wondering if you can move or whether there will ever be anything worth running towards in the light again? Where am I you ask?
I answer: "in a place that is not quite human, an incubation chamber where you are not born and you are not quite dead". I cannot remember what it was like living above ground now?
Maybe I never really did?
You feel like there would be no way of defending yourself in this place against angry lions outside your cave wandering around looking for blood.
Could you react any faster then a sloth or would there be any inclination to impress the opposite sex with adrenaline addictions akin to the predators ways?
I said to myself this is the end of biology! Enslaved to artifice the good remains entrapped in a real limbo?

Biology becomes aligned with war . What if all one did with there bodies was wage war against there neighbors? That's how it was in the year 2020. This is what I tried to tell Genevieve in the summer of 2020. I tried to indicate to her by spastic hand sign language or even if you will strange body language that the ancient was in jeopardy of being destroyed by icons and that I could not hope to feel any humanity towards in the world anymore.

But she being revived by material prosperity as I believe I had perhaps on the other hand had died to it was quasi optimistic! I was now being transported to a world where nothing was familiar or known, I felt alienated from her yet I loved her! It was like I was totally insecure due to the fact that I would now be the Christopher Columbus or Marco Polo of a much more alien unfamiliar world! I wasn't sure she could understand life outside the physical struggle that some people called evolution. Indeed whether she in fact she understood why I now needed to escape from the existential horror of it all!

To contemplate Life as a perfect creation untouched by man. The utopian fantasy. I feared that too many conventional folks might get frightened of me like so many others thinking I was just dead. I realized acutely that all modern culture was nothing but a dabbling in the fantasy
of an eternal pubescens? That is of thinking that they could re- create the creation by technique.Indeed being obsessed with doing whatever one had to do in order to continue that delusion. Like wise by the year 2020 they really believed that
a giving up of obsessive delusion was the literal death of physical life period & that there was no life besides that! I could understand there fears.

So much for all those tired pretensions to faith bordering on the tasteless and inane. I mean definitions of faith that were no more then a denial of the inevitable sickness & corruption of our species. Such definitions were all man- made self- serving definitions of faith anyway.
I really think that somehow and I did not know how I still had that old time faith in a time where most individuals today only imagined or pretended having it.

However, it neither made me superior or any better then the average joe because for the life of me I really didn't know what to do after dieing. I too lived with the fear that there was no life beyond mans instruementalization of nature. The only difference is that I let myself fall into the abyss of nothingness over and over again despite my terror & therein found that at the other side there was peace & love, a calmness of paradise re- gained. What a journey it was to get to thee though to connect as one again!

My passion is ...

Passion

I know too much about ...

people

My parents always told me ...

Watch out the bogey man is around the corner!

My childhood ambition ...

A Creative Genius

My favorite memory ...

Love

Why I write ...

To Live

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

To much to list

My first job ...

Cleaning up construction sites..........

My best moment ...

Watching my astral body fly around my bedroom when i was a babe in my crib

My inspiration ...

Miracles, Great Discoveries, The World wakes to Real love Again

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