Epiphany

Omega mode, what is that?  Omega mode is the next level of human awareness.  A state in which dreams become thoughts become realities. The stage where competition is a thing of outdated principle.  We are at a stage in existence where we need to get out of our own ways and collaborate for ways to live in unity, throughout the world…. I just wrte the following bit in less than five minutes… it is stream of thought:

“We must find a way to harvest the Omega waves of energy emanating from the human mind.   This is the next stage of human evolution.  Each human has enough power in their body to light a metropolis for  however long.  This energy, I have dubbed the Omega waves because it is the last energy we will ever need.  Harnessing this energy must needs be the lynchpin of research and innovation.  Clean, green energy, without the use of natural resources.  We become our own natural resources and source of power.  As we sleep, our energy/life force dissipates into existence escaping/wasting awa with the neutrinos (the power behind energy).

Are neutrinos the key to understanding the universe?  Are they the source of all power?   I am operating on a different level of consciousness than everyday life, my brain is focused on discovering a clean self powered energy.  Held in the palm of our hands a charger will feed off the energy of your mind, storing the excess of your life for later use.  No war, no competition… coupled with the venus program and insttuted along side of it… Omega waves of energy are the future

Omega mode is the next level of consciousness, it is light years past the alpha mode, hunter gatherer mentality.  Omega mode is an extension of the human mind.    I don’t know what I’m really doing right now, all exhaustion is gone, all worries of the day are gone, there is just the way, the world and my being.  I need to share the way from my being with the world.

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Poem #53

Library

I’m just starting another story, my S curve through time.
Moments, it is what life is, moments within short stories.
Different characters for one or a few, different places, 
whatever I do.. I carry them with me, some close to my
heart others have their place, close or far away.

Poem #52

Lusts 
When Strawberry Winter has passed, leaving you less than whole
you reach for another one, thought to be your cure all
Most men are doomed to come up short, in it for only the lust and the sport
It all falls back to the start, the father and mother do their part, or not…
to instill the value of another person, a woman, a friend  This is the part
that is so sad, neglected, rejected, shown from being young
that a man is a man as long as he wins.  what matters is the journey,
how the game is played.  It may sound silly or like the losing team’s joy
but the manner of their play is linked to the way they pass their day,
their honor and their chivalry. 
 
The choices you make as part of this race, reinforce these ideals
these perversions of youth. You all have a choice whether or not
to listen to the voice of your peers or yourself. Trapped
in your delusions you get hurt but do it again, and again, and again
asking why but not looking at the culprit inside
Can you not see for your lusts and your wants for just a six-pak
is much like the fix of an alcoholic wanting just that
Will you continue on your clouded way, wanting the filth of your lusts
but still “keeping pure” for the one.  The one who just walked on by
leaving you to fulfill your lusts with those “other guys”.

Poem #51

Sometimes

Sometimes it takes a smack in the face to realize something…

Sometimes all you have to do is hear it a couple of times…

Sometimes you don’t realize it until it’s too late…

And there are sometimes when you think you realize something…

Only to be way off.  However, all in all…

When you realize something, you usually catch yourself saying “hmmm”.

Poem #50

I Need To Write
I need to write.

I need to write, to save a life.
I need to write , to say what is right.
I need to write and try not to lie.
I need to write, that is my life.
I need to write THIS is my life.

I need to write.

Poem #49

Maturité dans L’Amour
Days pass, people grow, love is incubated within the soul
Guarded, he keeps it, always a hope remains that each she could be
the one, the light to his day, love kindled deep, showing the way
The She she may be, but a key he needs, patience, you see, to turn
her heart to he. For captured it was, in the settlers folly. She knows it
does not fit, leaves her less than whole. He sees from beyond,
a scope of something real, something true, to the heart of souls.

“Travel lightly, you fawn of love”

Time needs be spent and patience held, he aches for
a touch of the things unseen, the lasting images that haunt his dreams.
Now patience is a funny thing… you have it, don’t want it but need to
use it. Let love tarry in it’s blossoming form, time to grow
spent on nurturing the soul, the one fully formed, when
the two become a whole. He is capable of this and more
but why does it have to seem such a chore? He knows deep
down though he doesn’t want to believe, that the forces of this world
are destined and what will be, will be.

Poem #48

Truth Laid Bare

Honesty with no agenda, that is what atheism is about.

Antagonistic for disagreeing with indoctrinated dogma, that is what is seen.

The minority of minorities for thinking with logic and science.

Too afraid to know themselves, the masses search for escape.

Excuses made and false hopes they “prayed”, they’re left alone and weary.

Maybe yes, maybe no, they just have to wait a little longer…

The fallacy of prayer, is the illusion to top them all.