misstree nothing matters besides this. 031226
celestias shadow damn right, mike! 031228
sabbie tattooed along the line of my rib

and as i type that
i wonder
which rib it was
that adam lost
blah-ze something to say in the mirror every morning 031228
.fallen but it is more than just this statement......thou art god........oh it is so much is the realization.... it is the assertion of this fact .....thou art god now go create a good world .....that is closer to it..... now define good ....ah, it starts to get tricky .....hmmmm ...... o.k. .....
let's see ..... THOU ART GOD live accordingly ...... no still that doesn't exactly get it ....

Alright, let's go back to the simplicity of this statement .... thou .... art .... god

do you see it now?
Lemon_Soda thou art god


be a god
misstree re: interactions with other people
"'s all about becoming a god."
"heh. that came up on blather today..."

" matter what people think of me, i love them. that's where that particular power lies. that's why people like me."
"bah. not so big on liking people. never been good at it."
"makes you kind of unhappy, though?"
"no matter what people do, or what they are like, you have to love them and forgive them. that's what god does."
*contemplates for a minute. the dropping of "a" before god shifts things... not raised in judeo-christian paradigm, certain things slip through the cracks*
"you're beginning to understand, yes?"
"love all because you can, forgive their trespasses..."
"yes. forgive, but not neccesarily forget. i still would very much like to [do horrible things] to [identity unimportant], but at the same time, i love him, because he is who he is."
"don't blame the scorpion for stinging."
"and love all because they Are and it Is."

sorry, piece of new perspective last night, had to share. never believe that you're done learning. you're wrong.
.fallen hmmm..... thou art god ..... do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law ..... love is the law, love under will ... what is your will? ... hmmmm ...... genius potential prinicple .... creavolution ... hmmm yes ..... finding the path ... the truthway .... hmmmmm ...... soo many buttons ...... believe in nothing; everything is sacred ..... believe in everything; nothing is sacred .... hmmmm spirit-mind-body connection .... bellyfire ....bellyrumblings ..... hmmmm ..... pushing the physical to touch the spiritual ...... hmmm meditation ..... still waters do run deep ... fire consumes .... earth embraces .... air caresses ..... all perception ....never forget PLAY .... thou art god ... 040225
.fallen ripples .. quivering strings .... 040225
Lemon_Soda smile after smile

because you know this world is a great world after all.

I wouldn't will anything to being that wasn't great, preceding everything.

A kings two greatest powers are a) the right to condemn to death any man he chooses and b)the far greater power, to pardon a man's trespasses and give him freedom.

any man can kill another, but so few seem able to forgive. thats the differance between kings and men.

ME and men.

Hail Pantheon! I remember you and make you again and again, each different than the last of times!

i wrote this to me and thus it is good.
once again Thou art god... I am god... we are god...

"We have to build the republic of Heaven where we are, because for us there is nowhere else."
.fallen it is time to stop tapping into the collective_consciousness and start realizing the power of consensual_reality 040225
.fallen 'nothing is true; everything is permitted' .... reality kaleidoscope ... 040225
.fallen all_religions_are_one_religion 040225
Expand I laugh because i found you today, the real you. I cry because your not what I saw before. You were what I wanted to see, and today... today reality. I still want to smile at you and have you there smiling back, but please never touch my soul again, and I will forever be... 040225
.fallen the tides change... nothing stays ... even gods fall, tumble and break ... 050616
anne-girl yes 050617
REAListic optimIST god is dead. the meaning of life is god's reactualization through us all during the perpetual now. schroedinger's cat is purring in my reality. 050618
innocent insect thou_art_dog 050622
realistic optimist god is dead.
the meaning of life
is the reactualization of god
throughout the perpetual now.
realistic optimist hrm. and here i thought i hadn't blathed this one yet. just goes to show i'm a god in progress. 050701
LS Elbert Hubbard had it right when he wrote this:

"Whenever you go out-of-doors, draw the chin in, carry the crown of the head high, and fill the lungs to the utmost; drink in the sunshine; greet your friends with a smile, and put soul into every handclasp. Do not fear being misunderstood and do not waste a minute thinking about your enemies. Try to fix firmly in your mind what you would like to do; then, without veering off direction, you will move straight to the goal. Keep your mind on the great and splendid things you would like to do, and then, as the days go gliding away, you will find yourself unconciuosly seizing upon the opportunities that are required for the fulfillment of your desire, just as the coral insect takes from the running tide the element it needs. Picture in your mind the able, earnest, useful person you desire to be, and the thought you hold is hourly transforming you into that particular individual... thought is supreme. Preserve a right mental attitude- the attitude of courage, frankness, and good cheer. To think rightly is to create. All things come through desire and every sincere prayer is answered. We become like that on which our hearts are fixed. Carry your chin in and the crown of your head high. We are gods in the chrysalis."
broken gods don't break 050705
misstree if i said
"you gave me back my wings,"
that would imply they had gone missing,
or that angelic/demonic nature
was the essence of the gift.

neither is true.

buried deep is not the same as missing,
and if i squint my nerves at it,
i can always feel the point where wings
have before burst forth,
and likely will again,
but that's not it.

maybe it's messed up mythos
that we think gods to be wingless,
that only servants should wear them,
or maybe i've just never met
anything worth calling "boss."

we try to be all things, we
find our worth in scattered pennies
instead of the pile of priceless
that is golden sunset dancing on waves,
that is doing and acting and roaring.

once upon a time, the word "manifest"
echoed often through grey meaty halls.
i knew from tip to toe its meaning,
took deep breaths full of its dust, glowed with it,
knew it to Be and thrust after it,
inviting evocation in every instant.

once upon. feh. twice upon,
and a trillion times more, if i have my
say and the taste of it in me.

you brought back that taste to my tongue,
seeing myself across the cycle and
remembering how much i glowed
when last i was the me of you.

this rotten half-rain and
grounded grinding pennilessness
had me nearly put to sleep, and
no proper tribe present to
bang a drum or play a flute to wake me.

i don't know how to thank you
for putting a little crack in the shell
i've been rebirthing out of for too very long.

tonight i refound deliberate manifestation,
in fits and starts but still present,
in a drink, a dance, a glinting eye,
and i grinned until my jaw hurt,
and i don't know how to thank you.
pete thou, art god, maketh beautiful art. 070301
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