Tuesday, April 19, 2016

If Then Were Now

Remembering is not like being there.
We have left a long trail of pain and pinpoints of happiness.
Waking up and realizing that once, our future spread out in front of us to infinity
and now it is mostly behind us, is a painful awakening.

Our song is mostly sung.
There was always time for doing the things we just never got around to doing.
We have loved and lost and loved again.
If we all could just know that we are all one.
The differences between us are just illusions.

We all came from nothing and will return to the original I AM, eventually.
Our lives are like boxes of old photographs.
We look and remember but wonder, is that really me?
Was I ever there, doing that?

The faces of all the people we have loved and lost are like scrapbooks in our mind.
We know we were once those people but fewer and fewer still exist.
As the world constantly expands, our world gets smaller and smaller.
It is harder to remember the nuances of the expressions and smells and the sounds of voices.
The footsteps of family moving through the house that no longer exists.

It hurts to know that what few family members that are left, I may never see again.
I pray that the end is not really the end.
I believe that we have all known one another many times in other lives and other places.
Sometimes strangers can seem more familiar than my own family.

I wish I knew more.
I always wanted to know everything.
I want to know the Truth.
We have been spoon fed lies and told twisted tales that shaped our lives and our pasts
into a fictitious picture of what life is really about.

I feel in my heart that things are going to change soon.
Our lives will never be the same again.
What we know as normal will be something totally different than what we know now.
I feel a wind coming from Space that will take us to places we have never been before.

There are more than two worlds here on Earth.
One we can see and another that we just sense but cannot directly experience.
History is about to repeat itself.
I just hope that whoever records it records it truthfully and does not turn it into twisted
and undecipherable gibberish.

Keep your eye to the Sky.

© March 31, 2016 Philip G. DeLoach

Time to Wake Up

I feel as if today we have passed a point in Space/Time that is now irreversible.
The Point of No Return.
The Die is Cast.

Our future is determined by forces we never even imagined.
There is something in the air today.
The Earth is breathing a sigh.
The sigh of resignation.

The Past is Gone - the Future is uncertain at best.
No time left to change our minds or change our ways.

A gray fog is drifting across the fields, farms, forests, and deserts.
It is worse in the cities of senseless sensation and unending mindless consumption.

If there is some kind of Protector for Gaia  it is time for it / them, to step up to the plate.
The time of Reckoning is near.
The cycles are repeating.
Heaven or Hell, take your pick -
Something is up that may be coming back down - Hard.

I hope that the Spirit of Hope is a real Spirit and not just vain imaginings
or Homo Sapiens mythology.

Wake up and Look Up!
The Rats are deserting the ships -
The creators of Deception and Destruction are digging in
in hopes of avoiding the coming devastation.

The Future doesn't look very bright right now.

© Mar 13, 2016 Philip G. DeLoach

The Glass Bottom Boat

We drift along watching our lives go by
like tourists in a glass bottom boat.
We see ourselves and others going about the daily struggle.

Somehow we feel a disconnect.
Why are we attracted to some people
and repelled by others?

Is everything we have ever learned wrong?

I have always heard that we are what we think.
We attract what we think about and how we feel.
I want to know what the ultimate reason for our existence is.
Why are we here, now?

I think most of what passes for knowledge that we
were taught in school is bullshit, spoon fed to us by idiots.
They don't know any more than we do.
They just have a Certificate that says they know what they know.

I think a time is coming soon that will separate the wheat from the chaff
and the ones who care and he ones who do not.

I have watched as many of the people I called friends
have distanced themselves from me because I don't participate in the groups
and conversations that I suppose were the only thing holding our friendship together.

I miss them.
I think they have forgotten about me.
No one has time for anything but survival any more.
Just like when we were hunters and gatherers.
Only now we use computers and smart appliances.

All the time saving devices just cause us to work more and live less.
The material world is not a User Friendly place any more.
I think Love, Art, and Music are the only things that really matter.

Where will you be when Gaia gives birth to a new world?

© Feb.16, 2016 Philip G. DeLoach

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Lost my Rose Colored Glasses

Look outside.
Look inside.
Look all around you.
Find the answer to the unasked question.
Ask the question that has no answer.

The riddle of the Sphinx.
Who has the authority to determine what intelligent
in intelligent life means?

Anybody can be an expert if they read enough books
written by other experts.
Experts have gotten society to where we are now.
Do you like the direction the world is taking?

Who is really running this dog and pony show?
If we only knew.
Anyone who really knows is not talking.

What is the mortality rate from the disease of Affluenza?
Money is the answer.
Money is the problem.
Money is the solution.

Whose idea was money anyway?

Can you rub your tummy and pat your head at the same time?
Whatever you do don't try it!

©Jan. 8, 2016 Philip G. DeLoach

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Speaking Out of Turn

We filled the void with Dark Matter, AntiMatter, and Whatsamatter
We have named the un-named, charted the uncharted.

Now we have even opened an Embassy in Havana.
At some point we even went to the moon, some people say.
Where have all the bees and butterflies gone? To AgriBigness every one.

Will we soon follow them?
Ask the Wizard. He knows everything.
He put the B in Buffalo.

With all this stuff that is going on.
We still find time to stop and kill the roses.

For every Daisy picked to play "he loves me, he loves me not",
a Supernova goes off somewhere in the great beyond.
A marvel to behold and we be holding it.

Peter Piper picked a peck of perfect pot,
and sold it on the market.
He was arrested the very next day because he was
practicing Medicine without a License.

That just shows to go ya….
You can't get high and low at the same time.

So why are we all just standing around?
Waiting for, "The Big One"?

It may just wait until it's really our turn….

© July 26, 2015 Philip G. DeLoach