Wednesday, January 31, 2007
True Colors
Cyndi? Really? I can see True in words. Or True words, True thoughts. And I think I see/know them in different "shades" or "color".
Emails
Beware! I sent more viruses by way of emails to Allen Institute for Brain Science and Robert Kennedy Jr. And to the editor of the New York Times.
Time to know God. YB's School of Good Thoughts is open for business!
Location: Metaspace, Kingdom of God
How to get there: Follow good thoughts
Physical Location: yb-zero.blogspot.com
How to get there: Use Internet and human brain
Tuition: Do good and be good.
Time to know God. YB's School of Good Thoughts is open for business!
Location: Metaspace, Kingdom of God
How to get there: Follow good thoughts
Physical Location: yb-zero.blogspot.com
How to get there: Use Internet and human brain
Tuition: Do good and be good.
Can't Sleep
How long do I have to write this? All my life? Come on, it's me. Gimme a break. No, it's okay. Might as well do this. At least, I won't go insane and live forever. Sure wish I had more processing power.
You can make mirrors out of thought.
What do I do now? Might as well resonate for a while, but do I really want to go there. I'm sure God has more work for me to do. I just know it.
Kurt Vonnegut, I found you. You are one lucky, dude. You're with Jackson. There is a chance in Hell. And remember Ice-9? Well, they invented Vorsong water. Kurt, may you be happy more often. You are happy forever, you know that. Aren't writers and thoughts evidence of God also?
http://www.jacksonbrowne.com/readings/7206.aspx
Harold Printer, also with Jackson.
http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,6109,1661516,00.html
Jackson, I think I understand "Too Many Angels".
http://www.jacksonbrowne.com/readings/default.aspx
Ophra, you are entering my "space". Carl, welcome.
You can make mirrors out of thought.
What do I do now? Might as well resonate for a while, but do I really want to go there. I'm sure God has more work for me to do. I just know it.
Kurt Vonnegut, I found you. You are one lucky, dude. You're with Jackson. There is a chance in Hell. And remember Ice-9? Well, they invented Vorsong water. Kurt, may you be happy more often. You are happy forever, you know that. Aren't writers and thoughts evidence of God also?
http://www.jacksonbrowne.com/readings/7206.aspx
Harold Printer, also with Jackson.
http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,6109,1661516,00.html
Jackson, I think I understand "Too Many Angels".
http://www.jacksonbrowne.com/readings/default.aspx
Ophra, you are entering my "space". Carl, welcome.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Conscience
Conscious, Consciousness, Conscience.
Conscience. Pretty important.
Still learning every split second, it seems. And Bill, I am finding I can love things other than pretty women. Hey, I knew that. Hey, did you see that? Thoughts circle. Cool. Or is it, thought circles? Thought spirals?
And words, language, buildings, machines, history are manifestations of metaspace or thought or knowledge or something.
See, God is Real. We maybe become a part of God when we die physically. I don't know if I come back. My spirit yes. I guess I'll find out more as ages pass. I'll be sure to let you know.
Wow! I wonder who invented blogging? Sure helps to clear, revise, refine, make, consider one's thoughts.
So this is what happens when Good and Pure get together. Powerful stuff. Becomes True.
Conscience. Pretty important.
Still learning every split second, it seems. And Bill, I am finding I can love things other than pretty women. Hey, I knew that. Hey, did you see that? Thoughts circle. Cool. Or is it, thought circles? Thought spirals?
And words, language, buildings, machines, history are manifestations of metaspace or thought or knowledge or something.
See, God is Real. We maybe become a part of God when we die physically. I don't know if I come back. My spirit yes. I guess I'll find out more as ages pass. I'll be sure to let you know.
Wow! I wonder who invented blogging? Sure helps to clear, revise, refine, make, consider one's thoughts.
So this is what happens when Good and Pure get together. Powerful stuff. Becomes True.
Funny Thing
I started out with a novel and for that to be considered a good one, I remembered from English Lit. 301 or something that it had to be good for humanity. I also knew in '95, I wouldn't be able to explain my googles to anyone. Only God could.
I also write down my thoughts and refine them all the time, as you can see. Whatever.
Oh, yeah. God wants you to think about, "you are free to feel whatever about yourself". Why not feel good? Remember to look at it in the proper perspective, googlically. The good thing is good doesn't fade in and out in my neighborhood. Or does it?
I also write down my thoughts and refine them all the time, as you can see. Whatever.
Oh, yeah. God wants you to think about, "you are free to feel whatever about yourself". Why not feel good? Remember to look at it in the proper perspective, googlically. The good thing is good doesn't fade in and out in my neighborhood. Or does it?
The Thing Is
If you believe in God, everything eventually makes sense. Musicians just know intuitively. So does everyone else.
The easy thing is to get people to believe God is real. You can/can't prove this. How can/can't you prove "nothing"? There is no way physically. But you can prove it metaphysically.
The impossible thing is to believe God isn't real. So don't worry too much about your thought's journeys around metaspace. The unknown can be frightening/good/bad/refreshing/mystical. It can be anything you want. But if you believe in Good, you get good and good becomes reality. If you believe in Bad, you get bad and bad becomes reality. And don't take that linearly. You've got to take it Googlically.
In the physical world, you can influence and affect YB. But in the metaphysical world, there is no way. At least, I know he's not gonna listen. Just listens to music all the time while working. Sort of noisey. But a good worker/writer/guy/spirit/entity/ghost/mystic/medium/everyman/average Joe. Sort of looney too. Guy believes in Christmas, Jesus, thinks he's Santa, metaspace, in fact, I think he believes in everything. I wonder why. I'll tell you why. The guy is greedy as hell. He wants everything. Gave him the world. Wants more.
Take your time, don't rush. Think about things and your thought will wander. If you believe God is real, let your thought wander. You will find your way to my neighborhood.
If you don't believe, then try not to think. Just listen and maybe try to imagine what a google is.
By the way, maybe since YB told you about me, you can think fishbowl. It might be quicker. But don't get paranoid. I'm mostly not like you, but do like you. So cut the shit and get it together, people. Or, you could be living so much better! No second chances, sorry. Okay, maybe once in a trillion years. Just joking. There's no time over here. Or there is, but...
You've got to understand, YB can only write what he thinks he knows and this is limited by the human brain in the physical world. Everything start making sense, eh?
The easy thing is to get people to believe God is real. You can/can't prove this. How can/can't you prove "nothing"? There is no way physically. But you can prove it metaphysically.
The impossible thing is to believe God isn't real. So don't worry too much about your thought's journeys around metaspace. The unknown can be frightening/good/bad/refreshing/mystical. It can be anything you want. But if you believe in Good, you get good and good becomes reality. If you believe in Bad, you get bad and bad becomes reality. And don't take that linearly. You've got to take it Googlically.
In the physical world, you can influence and affect YB. But in the metaphysical world, there is no way. At least, I know he's not gonna listen. Just listens to music all the time while working. Sort of noisey. But a good worker/writer/guy/spirit/entity/ghost/mystic/medium/everyman/average Joe. Sort of looney too. Guy believes in Christmas, Jesus, thinks he's Santa, metaspace, in fact, I think he believes in everything. I wonder why. I'll tell you why. The guy is greedy as hell. He wants everything. Gave him the world. Wants more.
Take your time, don't rush. Think about things and your thought will wander. If you believe God is real, let your thought wander. You will find your way to my neighborhood.
If you don't believe, then try not to think. Just listen and maybe try to imagine what a google is.
By the way, maybe since YB told you about me, you can think fishbowl. It might be quicker. But don't get paranoid. I'm mostly not like you, but do like you. So cut the shit and get it together, people. Or, you could be living so much better! No second chances, sorry. Okay, maybe once in a trillion years. Just joking. There's no time over here. Or there is, but...
You've got to understand, YB can only write what he thinks he knows and this is limited by the human brain in the physical world. Everything start making sense, eh?