REAL GAME 2

Being the further absolutely wucking fantastic adventures of the Wolf Kid, Stevee the Donkey mind and Spirit Zero.

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By both the physical and spiritual constructions promulgating and relaying the game. Do your wucken duty Private!

Tell the priests who babble on and on about their mind made up god. Who battles evil, 24/7. Tell the cops! Who want to lock u up because u r bad stuff. Tell the shit brown, shithead politicians! Whose verbal spew about ‘progressssssssss, freeeeeeedommmmmmmmmmmmmmm, deeeeeeemocekeryacy and killing every evil bastard and bitch that they can. Even if they r not guilty. In your name and interests. So u’ll be safe. For them to make more profit off u as u consume on and on into future wars. Where they’ll keep u safe too. By fighting evil, for u. It’s on the tv news all of the day, and all of the night too. Pretty ladies read it out for u.

They’ve got the Pandora’s box with all of the illusion words, if u want to hear them. For sure. Tell the superovercharging dentists too! The filthy scumbag ones. Who filled u’s drilled into oblivion teeth up with rot u brains mercury when u’s was a youngun’. Tell the military that kill and kill and kill. Because they’re just intelligence following orders. Tell every motherfucker on 2 legs. Or that’s sitting in a chair. Or on their backs. That their self consciousness days r wucking numbered. Tell them, play the Real game current or u’ll be dead again pretty soon. Then u’ll see that what u thought was real life, was nothing but a holographic movie.

Because evolutionary, revolutionary, cosmic consciousness is on the move and gaining ground. The old world is dying and a new one is being born right now. In the psyche of many a wonderful homosapien, a fabulous transformation is taking place. The peaceful mind will rule Earth soon, because only the peaceful mind will access the unseen, expanded consciousness answer. That is necessary to maintain species survival. The only final answer that u can get with words is, nothing is. Obviously, this will not be comprehended by those who must invent a something enemy to make war on. So that they can become richer with money, but much poorer in spirit.

The truthful answer to the human problem is called cosmic consciousness, which is based on I am inner-outer, transcendental Light. Which is inner-outer harmony and absolute anti-selfishness. Complete and total sharing. I am inner only, just doesn’t come into it. It is obsolete technology that has been left behind in the holographic junk yard. The more real players down here focussed on consciousness expansion then, the merrier for planet Earth. If ever a planet needed more Light, this one does. That’s for sure. Who out there in the collective, self consciousness mindfield, could argue against that? George or John? It’s unlikely that even they would turkey it up the track that far.

For real though, the Real game is not fantasy. It is happening 24/7 upon Earth right now, as multitudes of spirit homosapien beings struggle to reign in and redeem wayward minds. That r loaded up with alphabetic nonsense and galactic symbol rubbish. Specifically, I am ego. Which is non stop restlessness and insane trouble. Caused by giving 100% identity to just one physical body and taking that to be all that u r. Which is almost soul suicide and not much fun at all. Got lots of money?! Getting lots of ruts?! Got lots of people around who think that u self consciousness, ego shit doesn’t stink?! Don’t worry, it won’t last long. Illusions never do and your real job is to get u’s ethereal arse back into the Water.

The I Am path as expoused with unbelievable lucidity by Sri Nisargadatta in the book I Am That, is here forthrightly suggested. As a fantastically simple and effective way of realising that u r already enlightened, as fluid in Fluid. So to speak. It is as the Master said. U can’t learn enlightenment and there is no point busting u guts trying to bring it on with the future. That u think that u r doing anything at all is sheer, utter wucking illusion. That u exist ONLY as a consciousness backed hologram, is the real truth.

Because there is only ONE life really going on. In which kazillions of shadows appear to be dancing. In a multidimensional, multiuniversal set up. The Water is the Water and nothing can wucking touch it. Not even God. The significance of the Real game then is to grasp that u alone r the source of all of the Water. Behind and beyond the I am, there U r. The lovely, all loving, LIGHT. Pretty mind blowing, ay?!

Considering how fucking long u may have been thinking. That u’s is just a low down, dirty rotten, wucked up human. Wearing a T shirt with Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Wucken Cheap, Without Trying. Emblazed on the back of it. Stt stt stt. Self image?! It can liberate, or it can kill. That’s why it is so important that u’s get u’s inner I am absolutely dead right. What’s stuck on the end of the I am is who u think that u r. To find out who u really r, don’t put fucking anything there. Put uself into reverse and then find neutral. Then turn the mind engine off. Or blow it up, with I am Light.

Then the Universe will go ahhhhh! They don’t want to be reinforced with that fucking endless word shit anymore. Gooooooodddddd. About wucken time. Less work for me then. That bloody alphabet is hard yakka. Hullo! What is that they r saying now? That they r made of transcendental Light. Ahhh yes! That’s better. I’ve got endless loads of that.

They can have as much of that as they wucken want. Matter of fact, everything that can be sensed, and everything that can’t, is made from It. Here u go! Here it comes! Get some of this into u’s. U’s homosapien motherfuckers. It’s pure inner-outer and it’s an infinitely superior diet to that fucking crap that u’s used to feed uselves on!

The Universe is a funny reflector bugger sometimes. Ay citizen?! Yet so simple. Because what u’s give out, is what u’s get back. Heaven and hell r both made by the I am mechanism. Which rules the mortal psyche.

U’s just have to realise, on the immediate present dot of a spot, that the Water of enlightenment is here NOW! It’s in u and out u, and it’s wucking U and yours. Everybody else’s too, because It is all of them also. Every drop of a body is the Water of the inner-outer consciousness, which is yours to play with right now. The wucking world, or the mindfield, is inside of u spiritual apparatus then, not outside.

The consciousness comes from the awareness Light and is in It. The mind comes from consciousness and is in it. The body comes from the mind and is in it. The mind is really just ripples on the surface of consciousness. The mind splits that which is all consciousness subject and puts name and shape, word objects in a fake material outer. (Maya) It is all projection and it is not real. It’s make believe to the core. The mind is tricky wucken Dicky, that’s for wucken sure.

This here is the do nothing and just BE simple I am, desiring nothing, with an ultra quiet mind, line. It’s the create an instantaneous vacant psychic space and let the Water of I am Light flow instantaneously in, approach. This is direct apperception of u’s unbelievable inner-outer spirituality as pure I am and beyond. Then, let the fluid side of u do the rest. That is, the universe. U can play as the little itty bit and the Lot simultaneously, it is being written. By u’s fearless approach to the Real game. U r inverting psychologically and reverting to Source. That’s u trip. Turn the fucken mind inside out, if u’s really want to turn uself and u Self on.

Don’t fuss and worry about the body’s problems. Don’t give a fuck about it. Because the universe is going to feed it, medicate it, stick a bit of money in its pocket periodically, and basically look after it, until it’s dead. Then it’ll bury it. In which case u will be back in the astral and right out of the mortal shit, again. Should that happen tonight, well it’s party time and then back to the astral drawing board. Should it not, well u’ve got a bit longer to get some shots off at the Matrix.

So, no problems there. There r also no preconditions to playing. Cops and robbers, angels and devils, vampires and slayers, mums and dads, terrorists and gangsters, brothers and sisters. Junk food eaters, addicts, vegetarians or whatever can all play. Even shithead politicians and evil teeth robbing dentists can play. There is only one condition in the Real game. That is, stay in the I am mode.

Anything that even smells remotely of a mind conjured up identity that is based on letters, kill it. Words r things, but they r not your things. They r things that r the result of using a superficial language which was foisted upon u, which has covered up the Real. A yell, a sigh, a grunt, a groan and a laugh. Is about all that u need really. The rest is just getting in the way of the evolution of telepathic cosmic consciousness.

This sounds strange and there is a tendency to scoff sceptically at it, given what is going on in this frenetic, split up, solid shithole. Of a 3^rd dimension. Which is both loved and hated too. However, it is the absolute truth. For behind and giving rise to the seen, solid empire is the unseen, FLUID One. Or the awareness Light, in which the pictures appear to dance up there on the mindscreen.

Download the alphabet into infinity and u regain access to the fluid One. Let go of the solid, belief illusions built on I am this or that verbal constructs, and u shall find that u r still the Real. The Water and the Light. God didn’t make u, u made God. U as the Water that produced the I am, that is. U’ve also never left u wucken Home, u’ll discover. U’s just projected out there into consciousness, jumped into what has been projected using a mind, then identified with being only it. Or, THE BODY. In the fucken world. Then the next step is to think something along the lines of.

I am a bit fucken sad and confused, because I don’t know where my real home is. I am all alone inside, in this ultra competetive, frenetic, solid shithole. Sometimes I get some love but most times it’s a bloody struggle to survive in it, in the world. The head and what’s outside of it require a bit of handling, that’s for sure. Well, fuckaduck! I am going to figure out how to get out of it. C’mon mind! Figure it out with the words that u’ve been taught. C’mon mind! Give me the words that’ll tell me how to get out of this inner-outer hell. I want to be a floating supernatural entity again.

C’mon mind! U fucken thing. Find the language that will get me out of this horror hole and take me back to the stars. Where u get loved and r supported 24/7. Instead of being non stop head and heart fucked by an insane, rip off homosapien system. That’s based upon a good guy-bad guy duality, and noises that r supposed to mean something. Like the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, if they don’t get blown off the face of the Earth first. By some lunatic’s bomb. East or west, ignorance, suffering, hypocrisy and barbarism r all the same. Down here. They stink of poxy ego oil.

Well, it or enlightenment can’t be done with words. The homosapien self consciousness level is diabolical and paradoxical to the core. Words will not cure it. Because the mind has to be returned to its natural, pre wordless state. In order for acceleration back into the spiritual world to happen. Words r up there on the mindscreen. They cannot reach the territory of the Absolute, where u really come from. All solid words r false. They r artificial constructs. When they r all dead and buried, then the Water is there again. As clear as day.

U just have to dive into It, that’s all. What motivates the dive is that it’s u home and it’s u, all in One. It’s the elusive butterfly of transcendental love that u r really after. That u have been chasing thru the fucking underworld, for so long.

The resulting cosmic consciousness, when it comes, is not a theory. Or an idea, or a conceptual construct. It’s a very special Reality. It’s more Real than anything that u could ever experience in a dreaming hologram, such as Earth. It’s what every soul in paradise aspires for. Total reunification and absorbtion back into the source Light. Pure, sheer, utter BLISS. Way beyond the 3D mind level, it does not require physical representation. The birth and death circus cycle and the wheel of karma r gone. Dissolved. The Kid Soul Spirit has wiped its arse with them. Because it took out the Matrix.

It’s a special reality that Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, Nisarga and many others of both sexes have found. They accessed It or cosmic consciousness because it was their time to do so. It is in your path too, that u shall find this special Reality. It is in your path that your consciousness awareness level shall go from that of a candle flame, to that of a sun. In one wucking CRACKER of a mortal life, all of the holographic lives that u r running will crystallize into one very special life. The life when u dive back into the Water.

This life! And be damned if positive to negative, holographic dualities r really worth wucking around with. Body within split polarity, mind burden?! What spirit really wants it? Arsewiping! Oh wuck off! When u can wuck with the Real and the Water directly. Immediately, in the everlovin’, bliss loaded, timeless NOW.

U’s can wipe arse temporarily, but not eternally. U’s can be a 4^th dimensional entity that projects into the 3^rd dimension, and then uses the 3^rd dimension to boot up to the 10^th dimension and beyond. Is the story here. The one true love in u life is U and the One that u r seeking is your Self. There is in Reality, no one else. There is only u operating as the Water.

The Light. The Lot that has superbly disguised itSelf as the little itty bitty self. That is waking up at a cracking pace to what is really going on, on planet Earth. Being that it is a giant mind illusion which u plug into using the I am. Pull the plug on the I am and u will revert back to who and what u really r. Who and what u really r is way to the nth beyond words. It is indescribable, timeless and imperceivable, but very Real. The planet where evolutionary, revolutionary, cosmic consciousness is on the loose. In many a heart and brain then. Is indeed the Earth. Who am I really? Is a very interesting question to ask. In fact, it is the only question to ask. Forget the rest.

What exceedingly fortunate wucking currents we all r then. To be wucking asking it. Indeed. A good measure of humility is required to play the real game. Because the smaller identity told the wider identity to just wuck off.

Go on wuck off! I am not U, I couldn’t be. I am just this little piece of solid shit here trying to survive is this fucking unbelievable hell hole! I am not magic beyond belief, perfect stuff. I am imperfect, faulty, irritable and very angry homosapien, sin filled crap. That’s all. I am bad stuff. I am an unworthy sinner!

That’s what went down. Not a love match. No, no, no. Only the smaller identity in agro denial set. It was taught shit with words. So it’s par for the course that it should wuck up really. In fact it has to wuck up, in order that self image illusion may be exposed.

Now the smaller identity has changed its mind and desires that the wider identity should indeed come on strong. So it, the smaller identity’s arse can be saved from wucking oblivion. So. A bit of a subtle apology up front, may be required. If it is delivered from standing or sitting heart level, and not from save me god, knees down on the floor. Then the spirit will get the message. There will be, within time, peace. Amazing developments in consciousness will follow neutralising the I am.

What follows is 40 odd pages of the Real Game 2.

It’s all that there is, so far. Bon voyage as u explore it citizen. A bit too much theory as usual, though I am working on trying to just write pure story. Now that the theory has been re run into the ground. Good luck to u in your Real game. Remember. In the FLUID show, when one is born, all r born. When one dies, all die. When one blows the absolute fuck out of the Matrix and dives back into the Real, all blow the absolute fuck out of the Matrix and dive back into the Real. Because there is transmission that the Light rules, that’s why.

ALL POWER NOW TO THE KID SOUL SPIRIT WITHIN.

Any players who wish to comment on proceedings, or anyone who has financial surplus and wishes to make a donation. To the cause that the Real Game is completed as a story in this lifetime. Because this body mind machine is getting on, smokes too much and works for peanuts. Whereas there is the desire to do nothing but write. Try

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The major influences on these writings have been Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj. This Master, who never went to school, is my book Guru. All of this stuff comes from Nisarga. He got it from his Guru, who got it from his Guru, etc.

Also ZaKaiRan, another Master from the beyond.

Alarius and Polaria. A couple of pretty funny 10^th dimensionals.

The I Ching. A superb aid for the spiritually minded.

Henry Miller. The greatest free flowing rambler of all time.

And many others.

All of the above r on the Net.

If desired, I will respond to e mails if possible, when possible. Allow some time.

Real Game 2

The lights in the astral theatre went off. For a while there was absolutely nothing but pitch blackness. Then 3 electronic, resonating twangs from a guitar exploded into the atmosphere. Light appeared as an expanding dot on the screen as the astral curtains parted. The audience leaned forward in mystical anticipation, as the cosmic projector far behind them cast an image onto the universal mindscreen. The Source was up to Its old party projection tricks, once awucking’gain. There would be pictures up that were in no way real. Upon the mindscreen. Just an entertainment happening, that’s all it was really.

Some of the Lights assembled in the cosmic theatre, lady kid soul spirits included, 5^th dimensionally farted. In fact the ladies were well known for dropping a lot of silent ones, then just hanging around and smiling about it. Whereas the boys liked to let off real loud ones, then guffaw about it endlessly. Ethereally that is. None of them made any stinks. They’d done away with all wucking stinks aeons ago. Because they only messed around now with planets when a big finger came out of the Water, implying, go down and spread the cosmic consciousness virus. Motherwucker.

However, comrades. There was in the makings a new direction, involving another finger. Many fingers in fact. The fingers of one Kali Maya. The beloved spirit of the Earth hologram and the psychic mother of all of those assembled. In the mystical audience. For all of those assembled, were once born as body mind machine projections upon holographic planet Earth. Unknown to them, their Mum had come into a wealth of new power. The power to point the finger, that is. Unknown to them, their Mum was more than thinking that it was payback time. What Mum doesn’t like to have all of the kids home, once in a while? Ay?! No answers here to that one.

The image that was up was of a green, grassy mound. Such as one might find in the rolling hills of England. Where the E’s who have only one cup to piss in live. 3 more twangs of the electronic guitar go off, then something that sounds like a rolling 2001 Space Odyssey blast of thunder happens. It’s real loud da da da dummmmm!!! Stuff. Everybody is really excited. They r almost ether pissing themselves. Because at long last, the Real wucken picture has started. Again.

It’s real big drum time, for sure. An unmistakable astral shudder reverberates around the theatre. Some amongst the audience r almost expecting the Monty Python crew to appear above the horizon again. Clunking their half coconuts together. It is not to be though. Instead a mountain of squinting goes on as 2 greyish to blackish triangles rise up from beyond the green horizon. Which is the current border between Earth and sky.

“What the wuck r they?!,” goes across many a mindscreen.

“Helicopters maybe?! Or space ships?! Or the souls of dead dentists and politicians?!”

It is not so though, for the triangles keep rising. They also have no whirling blades or resident ET’s in them. They r long and skinny, not short and not skinny. Raunchy, heavy metal music explodes onto the scene as they just keep coming and coming. It’s smoke upon the water stuff. Then 2 big bulging eyes rise beneath them like flying saucers. There’s a wucken big snout with two big wucken nostril holes in it in front of them. It rises up too, like a submarine. There is instant recognition of a formidable character. A tremendous outpouring of love from amongst the uncorrupted, unalloyed audience explodes across the cosmos. The right chemicals r in their brains, for sure Mama.

They know a real good film with a real good plot when they come across it. No worries Dame Edna. Wallaby Bob, spinifex, McMasters and kangaroo Jack. Just up the track, pretty soon now, the possums will be wucking the sleezy killing foxes up their astral arses. U’ll be able to get u’s old snouser cleaned for free in such a society. Because the dimensional mutation of the millennium is coming for the planetary hologram called Earth. There goes the third and here comes the fourth dimension. Sort of thing.

“It’s wucken Stevee!!!,” goes across every dead mind in the cosmic theatre.

“The old wucking mind tool’s back! U wucken little bewty!”

The head of the beast keeps rising, as does the weighty ammo pack on its back. There’s all sorts of word killing gear tucked in there. It’s a Christ knows what pile. A terrible scowl is on the big beast’s face. The scowl seems to highlight its rainbowed saddle blanket. It is looking intently over the other side of the hill. As though there is something disgustingly ignorant and exceedingly narrow minded out there. It is looking west and east simultaneously, naturally. Its big ears r protuding all of the way to Heaven’s gate too.

By now the Donk is visible in all of its divine glory. Silhouetted by the sun on the hilltop, the item looks like an animalised Zeus. Superbly powerful legs and muscled torso fitted with intense concentration, the mighty beast is. A magnificent specimen of spirited technology. A gladiator warrior of a very different kind.

Incredibly powerful shit. Is the mind. That emanates from the root Source, the NOTHING. The Nameless One who is always the Water. Ask any homosapien about the power of the mind and they’ll tell u’s. Without the slightest hesitation that it is wucking dynamite. It can make u but if u’s get it wrong and it gets clogged up with the false stuff built of word illusion, it’ll wucken break u. Slowly, like a torturer. It’ll enforce u’s terrestrial lockdown.

As I am just a body mind. I am the inner debate as to what’s really going on and whether or not it is all really worth it. To be a little, itty bit. Who fears expansion into the wider identity and reabsorbtion into the Water, as though it were death itself. Instead of the one love Light that they r that is behind and beyond it all. It’s a funny business that is paradoxical to the core.

Stevee’s big head suddenly turns back from whence it came. His huge nostrils r twitching something fierce.

“It’s south at a range of 1500 metres! I can smell the shit for brains, outdated wucken thing from here!” He roars, belligerently.

The Donk is onto this artificially constructed, former indigenous wordslug, that’s for sure. He’s into taking out the used to be natives, it appears.

“Can u see it Donk Stevee?!,” a cool, crisp voice asks from beyond the horizon.

“Nahh! But I can smell the damn chemicalised thing!”

“What’s it smell like Donk Stevee?!”

“Ahh! U know?! The usual ignorance stench. Like sour breast milk all mixed in with wucken baby poo! U know? It’s all stuck up with ego shit. It’s still got its mind nappy on. It can’t let go of its mixed up, angry blues. Like I done, just b4 I first met up with u’s cats. If’n u’s can’t LET GO, then u may as well just lay down and die! That’s the story in this wucken game KID.”

“Yeah Donk Stevee! Yeah! I am aware of that! Ta! For the reinforcement though.”

“Anytime Kid! Anytime! I am like the Voice Kid. I am just here to serve and help out.”

“If u r not wucking everything up with superimposed, imagined, alphabetic illusions that is. U big wucker of a Donk!” Says the Kid.

“Haw! Haw! Haw! Haw!”

Explodes a chorus of raw, ribald laughter. It’s emanating from another voice that has not yet hit the horizon. Though It soon will.

“Get out of that one Stevee! U motherwucker!,” that voice says.

Stevee grins mischeviously. Galactically wide, is his divine gob.

“Hee haw! Hee haw! Hee haw!,” he explodes as he goes up onto his back legs and Fury horse like, donkey whinnies. Into the long, dark night of the donkey mind backed soul.

He is pure expression, Stevee is. His long browny black mane gets caught by the wind and blows out behind him. God! What a superb looking beast he is. He’s handsome beyond belief. Like Mr Connery was in the early days of 007. There are hairs everywhere on him, for the time being. The big brute is in his element and is loving the attention. Like a child, he is lapping it all up. Will he take the bait? Of course he will. Thrust and parry, thrust and parry. That’s Stevee, the dualistically set donkey mind.

“If I didn’t make the wucken things up and project them onto the screen, then we all wouldn’t have so much wucken fun taking the wucking things out! Now would we?! Ay?! U’s motherwuckers! AY!?, he explodes, good naturedly.

“So don’t come the raw holographic prawn with me! I know who the real motherwucker is!,” he guffaws.

“It’s the kid soul spirit!!!! It’s u wuckers! It’s not me. I am neither guilt nor fear see. I was, but I’m not anymore. This game has taught me how to hop out of all that shit. I am forever humble to it for the delightful insights that it has offered me. I am not a useless motherwucker! Confined only to level 1 shitholes. No I am not! Not any wucken more. I’ve busted out and I am on the loose in level 2 with u’s two. Motherwuckers.

I am the gun tool seeeee!. That’s me! U’s can’t fool me anymore with plastic hatreds based on self and species loathing. I know that u’s really love me beyond belief. Because I am the gun tool, seeeeee! Punks! I am a very worthy wucking bastard I am! I am gung ho when it comes to level 2 and the evolutionary, revolutionary, cosmic consciousness game. For sure.”

“That’s the spirit Stevee! That’s what u’s has gotta be telling uself and USELF. 24 wucking 7! Take a note of that Kid!,” roars the voice from beyond the blue horizon.

“Stevee’s the gun wucken tool in this here wucken holographic game! He’s the Grey Baron, that’s for sure!”

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Goes the Kid. Like kids do.

“I know! I know! I know! Uncle Stevee is cool!”

Intelligence is the doorway to freedom and alert attention is the mother of intelligence. Nisarga the Master said. Back in cosmic boot camp. His words being absolute firecrackers for so, so many seekers and real game players. The more that the I am therapy progresses within, the more that that the natural intelligence explodes within. The more that right answers will come without wrong calculated thinking.

There will be clarity that will blow u out. It will be like u r walking around outside of u body self, laughing and carrying on. Not a care or a worry will bug u, because u’ll be back in the deathless water again. I am inner-outer, outer-inner is true. It is u and it is the future consciousness that is slowly developing upon the Earth right now. It’s a pretty cool game where u get a real surprise. U don’t die! No u don’t. U go home by realising that u have never left home.

U go back into the Light without projection fade out. Yes u do. It all happens on Earth whilst u’s is still wucking with the body mind machine. Yes it will. In the Real game. If u can destroy Word Volcano Mountain, the chatter-chatter-chatter monster inside, then the UNKNOWN will open up to u. Like a luscious ripe and ready peach. U’s can lick anything to death in a re run, replicator hologram built upon the principle of transcience. The dual poles have but one Pole behind them. That’s the real game. Pure I am is not so neutral sometimes. Seeing that it is sort of like the light on the Pole.

Three more twangs of electronic guitar explode throughout the dark theatre. Then the Kid appears above the horizon. She’s 8, she’s bare chested and she’s got a green bandanna on. As well as a swell pair of astral yellow genes. Cosmic consciousness ones they r. She’s super keen to play, she is. Another outpouring of mass ethereal identity love rumbles around the mega aware audience. The Kid is just so beautiful. So young, such fine, smooth skin. Such acutely cute facial expressions. The current one being intense interest in the direction of the horrible wordslug stink.

A wee tuft of her hair blows around in the soft breeze. The cosmic audience of ascended mystics all sigh at her extreme gorgeousness. What a superb angelic prescence on the screen, the little atomically condensed, ethereal, semi matterised bitch really is. She’s a tiger spirit up there on their screen. They telepath to each other.

A bluer than blue, cloudless sky behind her tops the picture off. One or 2 saucers whizzing by adds a bit more interest for the already intoxicated audience. She’s the girl Kid who will skip the superficial, trumpted up princess shit and go straight to cosmic consciousness, she is. That there’s nothing out there apart from the mindfield will dawn on her early. That she came from beyond the mindfield as water consciousness, will tickle her fascinations long before the ides of March. Sun like awareness is coming for her. For sure is it on the ethereal drawing board. That cosmic consciousness shall rule the Earth.

Those in the audience know it and they r licking their astral chops. About it.

“C’mon baby! Come on home to the Light!”

They’s a going. 24/7. To themselves and each other.

“U can do it Honey!!!! U’ll shit it in Darlin’!!!!! U R THE ONE! Just sit in I am and focus beyond it and it’ll all happen for u. It’ll unfold naturally like a red carpet. For it is written and it is programmed into every electron. That the Absolute Victory of revolutionary, evolutionary, cosmic consciousness.

Shall be yours Darlin’. TO PLAY WITH!”

Shout these intensely excited ancestors to the great, universal mind screen. The Harvest is gunna be a bumper One this time, that’s what their intuition is telling them. The mystical forecast being honey to their great souls. For they live only for the ascension movement. They wave their big ethereal fists in the air and go rah!

“Rah! Rah! Rah!,” they chant, on and on.

“Come in spinner child!”

The ascended mystical buggers sure transcendentally love that girl Kid. That often morphs into a boy Kid. They really, really do. Feel the old cosmic affection for her. Heaps and heaps and heaps. She’s their music, she is. So’s he, the boy kid, if u want the real truth.

The ascended mystics r ONE consciousness in Light AWARENESS. They are One life. Like water is just wucken water. No matter where it is and what it is doing, it’s just wucking water. Clean or polluted, it’s just water. Get the picture Zero?! U r the alphabetically dirty water mate, who lives in the wucking pure Water. Before anything gets even slightly tainted though, u r always the Water. That’s what the spirit of the book says. U r that tidal wave of cosmic consciousness realignment of many waters with the Water that is coming for planet Earth.

It appears then Zero that the spirit of the book applauds u’s activities in the arena of cleaning up u’s dirty water consciousness. It knows that u’s is quite proficient at wiping u’s mortal arse. It knows that u’s wouldn’t need anyone to do that for u’s, unless u’s couldn’t do it for uself. How far can u’s go with wiping the mindscreen though? Can u give the Matrix a good wuck up the arse in this current, current of a life? That’s what it’s wondering. Knowing full well, that no other wucking current on the Earth can do that for u’s. Because both the ethereal toilet paper and the astral anus for the inside alphabetic word shit, is all yours.

The Master summed it up back at cosmic boot camp, rather neatly. Your inner peace, u must earn. He said. Earnestness he stressed. Not cleverness. Just decide that cosmic consciousness is the only desire worth having, then do what u must to get it. In his words, go in without swerving. Discover for yourself that the outside is really the inside, and the inside is really the outside. As thought happens in the aura, not in the brain. The brain just houses and transmitts the chemicals that enable thinking to go on, that’s all. Where did the chemicals come from? Where does any thing in the phenomenal world come from? From stardust.

It’s true then. Isn’t it Private? The big cosmic guns that ride your hips, no other current can strap on. It appears then also Zero that the spirit of the book is all on your side when it comes to killing dirty wordslugs. Because they r chemical sick, having forgotten their origins. Like the one down in the lush green grassy valley over there has. Go for it says the spirit of the book. Go for it and blow its wucking wucked up, say die anytime, never stop seeking wucking head off. Give it inner peace, no matter the cost. U don’t need it and if it stays alive, then u’ll die. Wucking again.

They see no separation, the mystical giants. They r the Water and they live no separation from water anywhere. They inhabit the common spirit ground. The unseen, unknown is theirs to play with, so they do. Play with it. In the 5^th dimension and beyond. The 3^rd dimension to them is not solid, it’s fluid. Depend only then on the unseeable, unknowable Light ingested in your current awareness for survival. Trust no mind, not even u own. That timeless dot of Light that lives inside your entire visible-invisible construction, is your one and only true Guru. It’s u’s beacon implant and it’ll take u’s back to the Water.

How do u see it going when u next head up the astral tunnel of blessed relief then? With the body burden over and arse wiping all finished, for the time being. When u’s light dot leaves the third dimension. When it rides the old choo choo railway line in the sky, back to the fourth dimension. Going, choo, choo, choo! Will it be a good show that u’s left behind? Was it pretty damn wucken entertaining, or what? Or was it wucken hell?

Because u’s didn’t budge one iota from I am a body mind machine consciousness, etc. U’s locked uself down into 5 or 6 odd feet of blood and bone and shut up shop to the rest of u’s ethereal cosmicness. U wucking wuckwit Private! What the wuck did u’s go and do that for?! Well! It was all spontaneous, wasn’t it? No One or one to blame then. It just wucking happened, like the birth and death shit does. When u r unaware of who u really r.

U’s just clean forgot that u’s was really the wucking LOT. The Water! Ay?! It just slipped out of the mind somehow that u’s can’t die. Because your origins go way beyond matter, energy, space, time and dimension. Did u’s wucken ever spew up the I am and this and that’s though! For wuck’s sake. Did u’s ever identify with everything that had name and shape under the sun, except u transcendental nameless and shapeless wucken Self. U’s MAGIC Light in which everything was transiently appearing. On that wucking beautiful-horrible mindscreen. Where u were roaming, all alone. As a little itty bit body. Apparently.

The third dimension then got u and sucked u’s dry. Like living with wucking Dracula, it all wucken was. Again, self consciousness tripped u up. The Matrix did not come to the foreground, no it did not. It stayed well hidden as split up solid stuff and it was all very wucking mundane. Suffering with the rest of them. It all had a bit of a bummer tag attached to it, it did.

Wuck a duck! The mortal system sucks like no whore, heterosexual or homosexual, ever did. Being based on compounded I am a body mind illusions, it goes nowhere. It stays on the surface of the mind in consciousness mirror. Nothing is seen but a reflection of what is really there. The reflection is mistakenly taken as being real and more shit than can possibly be imagined, happens. The third dimensional set up never has though, and never will justify existential and extraterrestrial existence. Which is fluid based. It just re runs atomically solidified replication back into the ground, that’s all. If u’s want plenty of bullshit in u life, the third dimension is where u go.

Because there’s always very selfish, greedy ego currents everywhere. Who r ever willing to blow things up. They live for false gods, black and gold minerals and body orgasms. Yes sir, no sir, yes ma’am, no ma’am hierarchies, expensive cultery and coloured paper, they worship. They r really super fascinated by these illusions, even though they r boredom personified to the mystically minded. Who r of the tribe of the cosmic heart. Remember what the Master said back at cosmic boot camp. I have no wucking use for this wucken make believe world, does have a bit of a ring to it. When u let it resonate.

Depend only then on the consciousness that u started with Zero. The primordial I am. The rest is holographic rubbish. Because from the ether there at pure I am u can make the jump back into the Light. U just have to get the mind dead still and quiet so that it will revert to its natural, pre alphabetic state. From the material angle, the only place that u can really jump to is a hollow grave. What else can be expected with a head full of alphabetic nonsense? That the virgin Mary should materialise maybe. Highly unlikely Zero, considering where u r these days. Being probably midway between the third and fourth wucking dimensions.

Get back to that first wucking I am then, u motherwucking wucken current. The one that told u that u’s wucking exist, as whatever or a question mark. Before it became contaminated with gazillions of this and that, alphabetically descriptive identifications. Before it got poop smeared with symbolic letters. See if u’s can get u’s mental hands on it u motherwucker. Bet u can’t!

Self betrayal is indeed a grevious error and the I am is a bit of a phantom, it is. That’s its secret, it is part ghost. Whereas the ego person is all ghost. Go back to before the consciousness jumped into the mind tool, then into all of the mindtool’s projected and matterised, name and shape word shit then. If u can, and u’s can with I am Light. Get into direct apperception of the Water, to be found in I am Light, now! Because the big future explosion that u r dreaming about has already happened. Mum groaned a lot when it did.

Go beyond wucking birth and death. To always go beyond, that’s cosmic consciousness. Motherwucker. If u say I am Light but once, the virus in u will activate. Cosmic consciousness went to sleep, and cosmic consciousness will wake up. The spirit of the book has spoken and the void is wide open. 24/7. The takers are rare, but they have a wucking good time. With enlightenment, everybody wins. The former individual, and the species. It’s a clean sweep. Consciousness enjoys playing with itself and consciousness always returns to itself. When the show’s over. That’s the one and only story that the Light knows.

U’s have to blow that mind that u’s has been associating with. This I am shit will blow it, don’t wucken worry about that! Private. Pure I am is brilliance! It’s genius! Because it’s true. It’s u, about to step into the beyond. U’s used to be a bit afraid of the unknown, but now it’s like a drug. And u’s want it. Real bad. U’s locked uself down and now u’s is gunna unlock u Self. How do u’s kill a wucken Matrix? First, u must desire It and only It.

Like u desire ruts galore, tasty food, fame, fortune and endless applause, u MUST desire the Real. To act u must kill the superimposed language of despair. Desire the Water and the Water will come to u. As it was written for Jesus, the Buddha and the rest of the girls and boys. It shall be written for u and u shall enter the heaven of cosmic consciousness. Where I am Light rules. Absolutely Private is this u’s path.

Desire is always the key. The Water is also the Nothing. The Nameless One. Therefore, desire nothing and everything will be yours. Only, u won’t want to covet those shadows anymore. U’ll be too into the Real shit to even notice them.

As the internet is cyber space, so is pure I am psychic and spiritual space. Indulge u’s consciousness with pondering the wucking noumenon then. That which can be sensed but has no phenomenal attributes is cool. After all, it’s all U. Get fascinated with your wider identity again. Pronto. Don’t deny it, accept It. Accept that u’s real Self is imperceivable and indescribable. U as formlessness, deathlessness. How does that work? Ay?! It is all very interesting. Ay? When u’s find out about holograms and illusion, and what’s real. And what’s wucken not. The cosmic plot thickens, considerably.

How r u as the Magic Source then? The little itty bit who has reverted back into being the Lot. The wave who has fully realised that they r really the Ocean. What the wuck goes down then when u’s become enlightened? When u’s get absorbed back into the Water. Which is to say that u r neither superior or inferior to anything that can be sensed in physical existence. Even better, what’s it like realising that u’ve never not been enlightened? After u drop all illusions. What’s it like to be the shoreless ocean again by realising that u r always the Shoreless Ocean? U woke up from playing as a wave and u’s just found it out. That’s all. U r water.

U were going I am playing being a wave and u’s just switched and went I am playing being the Ocean. Pretty cool to find out that u r unkillable, ay? Or is it? Remember, duality is a motherfucker and u r playing this game to get the wuck out of duality. Stevee is not u. Stevee is Stevee. He’s the Donk. Or she is. That’s all. That bugger is the engine room. The kid soul spirit is the real driver. The real body is the cosmos and beyond.

Enlightenment is pure non dual and u must have it this time around, or u really will go mad. Ay Private?! U’ve heard so much about it and now u r actually white hot doing something about it. U’ve been stuck in this one holographic motherfucker of a 3^rd dimensional-4^th dimensional game for God knows how long. This is the play of the day and night though where u r gunna crack it. For sure do u’s have a lusting hankering to visit the ol’ 5^th dimension again.

Because the ol’ 5^th is about as non dual as u’s can wucken get. It’s the bliss of neutrality and non attachment to illusion, that’s for sure. It’s a sweet, sweet level. U really feel like u r on a winner now and this I am therapy path is simply wucken marvellous. It’s so quick because u r doing what u really want to do. That’s a lot of killing. When it comes to word symbols. Wuck the symbols and bring on the Real thing. That’s the game. Of evolutionary, revolutionary, cosmic consciousness.

There is a saucer full of non dual milk somewhere and u Zero r going to lick it all up. Ay? About time too Private! Enough of this instantaneous, alphabetic like-dislike poop, ay? Wuck the words, don’t let them wuck u. Just sit in I am and I am only and go on strike. Until that mind that has wucked u up the arse until now, gets the picture. Loud and clear. That u will not compromise anymore. I am limited, imperfect, solid homosapien abortion is wucking OUT! It the Stevee must no longer kowtow to this wucking crap. Because there r no words to describe where u really came from.

The stardust that makes the body up may have come from the big wucken bang. U though, came before the stardust. U existed then as Light, that spins off pure consciousness. The Light or the Source is feeling Itself up and out and every which way. It is trying to get to know Itself, using artificial means. From the BE state, sort off. It wants to have fun and to be entertained by itSelf. It's existing in the bliss of the freedom and liberty to do nothing else but that. 24/7. U will too when u jump back into identifying with It.

The mind can use consciousness to create fantasy wucken worlds. Projections of a holographic nature. Where lots of waves get really lost and slaughter each other. On top of the Shoreless Ocean, they play some crazy wucken games. Then they sink back into the Water to contemplate their water again. Then they come up again and they r off again. Trying to level shitloads of karma out. In the phantom, birth and death realm. Pretty damn funny, unless it’s happening to u. Time and time again. In which case it can get a bit grotesque.

Somewhat boring too. Sometimes u’s even has to make up a crazy wucken game yourself, for stimulation and entertainment purposes. When u find out that nothing is real here, it does put a different accent on things. Only the timeless spacelessness can be Real. Even the universe is made up. The I am that runs thru the mindpsyche is the switch on. When u want to make up a crazy wucken game, the mind is definitely the instrument to use. It is again as the Master said.

“I have no use for this world!”

Or another translation could be.

That this world is all dreaming. It is pure, utter mind illusion.

What the wuck do u want to hang around in this wucking phantomised, nonsense nuthouse for?!

Get wucking real! Get u wucking arse moving! The responsibility is yours and yours alone. U got uself into it and only u can get uself out of it.

Get back to the spark of consciousness where u came from and see the so called real world for the phantom zone that it really is.

U wucking current!

WAKE UP! Sit in I am and wake up.

I am unlimited, inner-outer, perfect transcendental Light then. And I am magnificently wonderful kid soul spirit, booting up to cosmic consciousness, is IN vogue now! FOREVER! And ever and ever and wucken ever. Ay Zero?! I am LIGHT, RULES! Motherfuckers. Existence is timeless. The Earth’s a wucken good hologram. It’ll get u spirit going. That’s for sure. If u’s let it.

That’s the go these days and there's no turning back now. Resistance to the evolutionary, revolutionary, cosmic consciousness virus is useless anyway. It is the future that is happening right now. Can u trust Stevee?! No u can’t! Can u work with the wucker and blow the wucking shit out of Word Volcano Mountain, the ego anus in the middle of him. Or her. The mind. Yes u can. That is exactly what u r doing and u r doing it so beautifully that the ascended mystics r weeping for joy. Because Zero and the rest of the gang that they love and admire so much, r coming home. There's a party on in the House of Bliss and even the motherfuckers, have been invited. Apparently. The dark and the light live in the same wucken house. In the pure I am. Apparently.

Never trust matter to provide the final answer. The very appearance of matter is a lie and a mind con. Any final answer will always be intuitively based. It will pop out of u’s heart and into u’s scone and u will feel and know that it is dead right. Being a gift from u’s spirit. If, on the other hand, u want u’s spirit to really rub u’s nose in it. Just keeping thinking.

In a holographic, here one minute and gone the next cosmos. With duality, built into it. Entertainment game. Trust only u very own, very skilled, kid soul spirit. It comes from the common unseen ground and has all of the power. To let it into u life, identify with it. Do away with the I am limited body mind machine crap, because your spirit knows no limitation. Its design function and its awesome capabilities, u could not imagine from here. U’s spirit is made of unbelievable stuff. It will go and go and go. It will never surrender until u have cosmic consciousness by the throat. It will be pumping u’s all of the Earth time, with beautiful and horrible experience stuff. Realise! U wucker! It’ll be saying to u’s in u sleep.

That the imaginary person construct, the ego, is pure wucking dreaming. It is built entirely of memories, fears and illusory Maya desires. When u operate in the beyond u do not need it. Intuition powers one into the beyond, not memory. No time and space bound ego can survive there. That’s why they stay all locked up in singular bodies in the third dimension. They fear the unknown because it’s too big a cosmic bullet for them, at the moment.

To wake up in the dreaming, the alphabet has to be taken out. As Master Nisarga pointed out, when the mind feasts on alphabetic shit and spin off sense images galore, then the Real cannot recognise itSelf. Conversely, when the mind fasts diligently and there is a vacant space of absolute nothingness, then the Real finds itSelf easily and FLOWS in. The mind explodes. The barrier of beyondness that the mind cannot cross is crossed. The ego person dissolves in an instant and the Light is back. Big time. As happy as a pig in shit to have found itSelf again. As the purest transcendental honey that spirit can buy.

This is the game that homosapiens r playing. The physical Earth and all of the physical bodies on it, r sheer, utter illusion. The Matrix is one solid block and so is the Real. With cosmic consciousness, u get out of the Matrix and get into the Real. Understand that and understand how and why the mind facillitates its projected images, and u will better uself beyond belief. The plan is then Zero to do away with all plans, and just be. A wucken gun wordslug killer. Until only silence rules and the transcendental bliss language that has been forgotten, returns.

The sounds of silence and complete acceptance of jet black nothingness. Or formlessness. Can lead u straight to the purest point of the Real reality. Get into that dot of Light and no Matrix will ever wuck u up the arse again. U will have free choice to wuck with any one of an infinity of universes, or of staying put. In the bliss. It will be up to u. There will be none of this get u’s arse into this or that hologram and susssssssssssssss out how to blow the wuck out of a Matrix crap. Coming from the beautiful guides. U will have done that and u will be totally and absolutely free. To discover what lays even further beyond the beyond that u have already found. When u wuck with cosmic consciousness, u’s can almost bypass the soul. Because all souls are one and it is really only the One that is desired. By everybody.

“Get into the wucking shade animal!”

That’s what a lot of the Indian mystics imply.

Pull back! Withdraw! Let go! Let go! Let go! U need nothing because u r already an access point for everything. Realise! That u r the only One in the game, and all will be well with u. U darling little Light u.

They say. Such most wise beings. Why would they lie? When there is no material profit in it. Because one cannot lie for true spiritual profit. The issue is really one of fear of the unknown and the inability of the vehicle to see the emotion in the dreaming, as dreaming too. It’s hard to let go of the little bits of love that u have found. Though I am emotion must be reduced to I am to access transcendental love and to realise fully that that is what u r made of. U have to live on the spot, dead centre in the NOW! No past, no future. Now! As a spot of consciousness that is hovering inner-outer to the physical body. Witnessing. With no attachment to anything, including the host body. Completely inner-outer to and witnessing the lot. As all your Self. The one body. The water, upon which images r drawn. The MAGIC and who u really wucken r as the Light behind the entire picture.

It gets easier the more that u pick up on your inner-outerness. The more that u live that the outside is really your spirit’s insides, the less u will be bothered by or drained by negative emotional attachments. To either sad and sorrowful memories, or the beings, things and activities in your current of a current life. When all of u’s emotional attachments. When that which u cherish beyond reason and belief, lives safely all tucked up inside of u’s wider body, which exists in a deathless state. Then what the wuck is there to worry about? Except worry itself. U can’t die and neither can they. U live forever and so do they. U r always safe as the Water and so r they. Get the picture Private? Let it all go and get on with the game that will take u beyond every hologram ever invented.

What is there really to be attached to except phantom images and phantom words anyway? Let go of them all and get u wucken arse back on the road to cosmic consciousness. Watch the mind all of the time and bring it back as much as possible to the blessed neutrality of the pure I am. I love being life and I am aware of the noumenon. Is pretty sweet. Ay Zero?! When u’s find out that u can’t die and u can’t lose, well! Then it really is time to get u’s rocks off. Ay Private?! U’s eat superficiality flakes for breakfast now.

Nothing does not know emotion and because it is unattached to anything, it expresses as bliss. Which is the emotion that homosapiens would simply love to have more of in their dramatic, tragedy filled loves. What a surprise? Another wucking paradox. Another cosmic maggot, doing a good job.

Because the freedom of absolute lightness is unbelievable. The kind of purest relaxation of pure consciousness, which could in a split second activate and spin out a universe. Full of suns, planets and apparently individualised game players. It is a monumental plug in point, is the I am.

That 3 letters in a consciousness backed psyche could do that is simply beyond belief. The good news is though that beyond the I am concept, the Light rules. As bliss. This Light does not know itSelf nor is it seeking itSelf. It is just in absolute BE mode. U cannot know It, u can only join It and BE It. That’s the game.

The River of Light questions nothing. It just flows into the Shoreless Ocean of Light. It’s there 24/7 if access is desired. For this desire to elevate to number one though, the person and the world have to be seen as mind dreaming. Unreal and totally false. A reflection. Backed by and a product of consciousness, which is backed by the Light of awareness. The Light of awareness only comes into the picture within mortal consciousness when identity with It is proclaimed. This is the one and only Tao. For sure.

This is the game of elevation ascension and re absorbtion though. It is not about annihilation. It’s about rejoining the wider identity, not about being crushed or consumed by it. It’s about getting really small, then really big, then going beyond stuff and being neither. Kind of Alice in Wonderland shit. Only it’s not Alice all of the time. It’s u Zero, spinning out various body manifestations. Big girls and big boys, little boys and little girls. That’s all. A right customer service it all is. Pretty entertaining and more amongst the masses should become aware of it. Because cosmic consciousness is wucking unbelievable, but very real. It’s also, despite appearances, where homosapiens are headed. The consciousness that got lost, will find itself again. That is the story that is already written and it’s wucken simple really. I am Light will get u there in less than a second.

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She’s wucken awesomely put together at the moment. The girl Kid up their on the theatre screen is. She looks like a famous artist’s painting, with geometric designs installed into her holographic patterning. She has got a body that goes all of the way to the other side of the cosmos. She has an infinity of stages or drop down, shot up, levels. She’s got bodies in all of those dimensions. Some bleed and some don’t. Some float around and can go incredibly fast. Across vast terrirories both inside and out, in an instant. Her chakras spin.

Her aura is monstrously wide. It spans the omniverse. Her precision design is absolutely unbelievable. Christ! Allah! Buddha! Nisargadatta and all of the rest. Of that cosmic bunch. Hold u’s wucken astral horses! A young Mona Lisa of a Kali Maya Earth spirit, she looks like. She’s a cracker with her thirst for the fun of playing the Real game, she is. Future cosmic consciousness and she is wucken awesomely beautiful thru your eyes, and many others too Zero.

Kid! Kid! Kid! Kid! Kid!

Goes the chant in many a madly in love with her, transcendental brain.

Next minute there’s a raucous, red raw Neil Young song blasting out at the audience. There’s guitar and drums and ethereal foot tapping going on everywhere. The joint is shaking. At the front, at the back and both sides now.

Know this wucken one!

Goes across many a mindscreen.

“Rock and rollllllllllll is here to stayyyyyyyayyyy!,” seems to come out of the screen at the enthralled audience. Just as u head Zero, pops up above the horizon.

“Oh meeeee!!! Oh myyyyyy!!!” continues the great Earth song.

“Zerohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!,” the audience sighs in awed, flawed unison. As u’s return above horizon level. They know u Zero. From somewhere. They transcendentally love u’s too. Some of them r just about melting from ethereal affection.

“The spirit who never dies! The holographically projected player in the Light!!!!!,” many whisper to each other.

“Is on the wucken universal mindscreen again. U wucken bewty! Zero will stitch this letter game Matrix right wucken up! Don’t u wucken worry about that!”

They say out of the corners of their ethereal gobs.

They more than whisper to each other, superconsciously confidently. There’s a wucken buzz in Heaven tonight. That’s for sure partner. Private! The universal mindscreen’s entertainment sure is a super big hit today and tonight. There’s no wucken doubt about that. It’s a cosmic box office smash. It is. The Gods and Goddesses r holding hands in the back rows and snoggin’ away like noboby’s business.

So r the Gods and Gods and the Goddesses and Goddesses, but who wucken cares?! In this omniverse, love is love and it’s 10 wucken big ones on the drawing board. Whenever and wherever it is displayed. The One is All Love bliss u see and u have to be like IT. If u want to be IT and return to u Self, the Source. Which is IT. Love it All and give It All u’ve got. Because that is what It is doing. As U the Lot.

Wucking around. That body that u’s is wearing came out of u’s mum, bless her. U though, the real u, came out of It and will go back into It. After a certain duration. So bless It, if u’s desire that It should bless u. As a body mind machine, wucken around with this consciousness stuff. It’s just playing a cosmic game and entertaining Itself. Welcoming everybody back into the Light, when they decide to go back into It. Their one and only, common source. It’ll welcome u back too. Big time! Don’t wucken worry about that. It’s no judge. It’s not wucking with duality. It’s wordless and knows no good or evil. In fact It knows nothing.

U on the other hand r in the shadow where invented good and evils roam. Unless u call out to It that u r here, now as a dot of Its Light who is all inner-outer consciousness, It will not turn around and notice u. U will remain as a reflection in shadow going I am a limited body mind machine. On a current of a world in an infinitely expanding universe. The mind will re run the same better-worse, worse, worse, pattern. U’s will be bored out of u’s wucken brains and exceedingly pissed off. Possibly, deep angers will beguile u.

The shit in u’s life will probably get worse and u’ll probably have a current of a time. Battling it out with words in a mindtool that u are mistakenly identifying with as being u’s one and only self. Expressing as blood and bone, and only blood and bone. Words r powerful wuckers. I am embodiment means what it says. It resonates with u r trapped in a dimensional lockdown motherwucker. Big mistake to covet it.

To dismiss u’s whole spiritual body as non existent just because time and space r in the way, and u can’t sense it properly. Does not compute. It’s also not nice to dismiss u Self like that. It’s quite rude really. It invokes a shitpile of unnecessary suffering, because u r operating in a lopsided denial of who u really r. With I am inner all of the time. This spins out an ego and where there is an ego, there will be extraordinary selfishness, greed, fighting and war. Meaning lots and lots of more totally unnecessary suffering. I am a body mind leads to nothing else. Abandon it as soon as u wucking can.

Nice to see u out of that shit Zero. Nice to see u back on the road to cosmic consciousness, where u’s wucken belong. Sharing the consciousness ascension that belongs to everyone and the One. On ya Zero. The sun shines out of u’s wucken mystical arsehole. U r a gun player, for sure. The spirit of the book senses strongly again that u r gunna absolutely shit this blowing up the Matrix, realising that u r already enlightened game in. It really does want u’s back in the common spirit world. That’s why. U did though Private, stray rather a distance from the Real, didn’t u’s? U’s went within 3 steps of as far as u could go from the Source, and then u’s turned around. The lust to get back into the water Light was just that strong within u’s. U’s wucking current. U r aware of which side of the cosmic bread the cosmic butter is on, ay?!

What a lot of holographic wucking nonsense u’s encountered back there on the Earth, ay?! Ah! What the wuck Zero?! Shit happens and becoming enlightened again is the best wucken shit of all. What else can be said when it comes to the Real game? Nothing! Wuck all! That’s right. That’s the truth. U’s can only top cosmic consciousness with more cosmic consciousness. Unlike as with sex, u’s just never stop comin’. With the ol’ cc.

That’s why it’s so wucken good. The cosmic orgasm that gathers its forces in the heart, then explodes out of the top of the head as a freed kid soul spirit. Lasts forever, and ever. There ain’t no coming down, unless it’s volunteer stuff. It’s not easy to get a freed spirit to return to arse wiping territory though. Is it Private? It happened to u, but u don’t remember signing on the unseen dotted line. Do u? If u did, well the game would be 50 percent wucken over. Wouldn’t it? U current licking motherwucker.

U toyed and flirted with I am sin, but it just didn’t fit. Crazy wucken stuff to teach kids really. It certainly didn’t work for u, all of that wucking good and evil crap. Whereas I am Light seems to be cutting through the bull quickly and cheaply. Matter of fact, it seems to be working rather well. Things seem to be rolling along quite nicely, quite smoothly and the pace is pretty good.

Because there u r Zero. As It, the Water expressing as water, down on the battlefield. An apparently moving holographic item u r. Manifested there as name and shape identity, u appear to be. As if spurted out of some ethereal egg laying machine. Sploot! Another alien. Then thorough and earnest investigation and annihilation. Of I am this or that lies. Got u into the Real game. Cool! Yes absolutely wicked! Simultaneously, u r the image and the Source. Silhouetted on that hill, a mighty spiritual warrior. U wucking r. U’s everloving companions by u’s side.

There r rays of spirit Light beaming forth everywhere from u semi physical embodiment. They r streaming out into the omniverse where they came from. The hooks of illusion r going. U r de loading the shitwucking this and that’s. You’re wiping those files Zero! On u kid soul spirit’s arse. Those this and that’s, those false deadly word beliefs that r based on holographically prefabricated perceptions. Those current wucking impressions that point fingers of limitations and nasty accusations and hold u’s back! U r gunna kill. A billion Bills. I am nothing is an infinity of steps better than a kazillion of those false alphabetic impressions. For sure. I am nothing is freedom.

Check it out. That’s where the real peace is, with the nothing. To be neither one nor the other, yet both. From a beyond where u remain completely unattached, yet totally in love with all of it. That’s wucken ART! That is. It’s the picture that u only get in the sounds of silence.

With all of u chakras spinning like the wucken Royal Show was on. Showering electrons up into a universe wide circular orbit. U r an awesome, awesome sight upon that screen Private. So awesome that the rowdy cosmic audience goes dead quiet, for a wucken change. 4-3. 3-4. 4-3. 3-4. On and on and on. Being not so completely boring for them, these days.

There’s just a deep resonating sigh of appreciation for some Real entertainment for once. Instead of the up and down, boinging around, work off the karma shit. The superficial, jumping beings, life and death, re run show. They r just old movies to them. Their classic is always the one that’s on. Right now. Because that’s where the life is and it’s life that they all love. The timeless and deathless life suits them just fine. They r confident that it will suit u too Private.

U look absolutely wucking magnificent Zero! U may appear now and then like an old crow, when u’s drop down into physical manifestation. They don’t care though. U r drop dead gorgeous to them. Those spirits have never ever seen u looking so good, in fact. They r amazed that your blazing Light so early matches their’s. It’s like it is them up there on that screen, role playing with u’s. The special effects ancestors had to work night and day to get u up there, is what they got told. They did a wucken good job too. Is the telepathy that is doing the rounds.

There’s u good mate Stevee, the most proactive donk ally of a friend-enemy of a mind tool that u’ve ever worked with. The bugger is a goer from eyes open until eyes shut. He’s got universal stamina flowing thru the veins. He’s humping u’s astral ammo from A to B, and he’s killing those motherwucker, extremely negative, letter wordslugs too.

Old Stevee, he’s 2 sexes in one, though he’ll only play with one or the other in the 3^rd dimension. When the entity bods up, her or his arse sits on and in the bog at one end of duality only. Boy or girl, that’s it. Unless there’s a mix up. Where it is difficult to play properly. But not impossible. Nothing is impossible, because nothing is. Sounds weird, but it’s the absolute wucking truth. Down here, up there and sideways to. How do u make something out of nothing? Just get uself a mindtool and go I am. Then u r away. Surfing consciousness in a universe. With I am this and that’s galore.

He’s not that fond of letters or language illusions anymore either, old Stevee. Inner reinforcement of I am in the body as limited, imperfect, inner human, doesn’t fascinate him these days. He thinks that’s nonsense crap, and he’s right too. Because it is all false that stuff, fair dinkum. It’s ignorant rubbish. He likes I am inner-outer transcendental Light now. U’ve brainwashed him good and proper spirit Zero. With the truth, u did a tops job Private.

Well done. Ten out of ten, the Voice told u. It clicked with u that the outer is really u inner, and vice versa. Gooda stuff. U got the dot of consciousness out of the brain and got it mobile on the body outside again. The universe kisses u arse for that one. It was as much as a relief for it, as it wucken was for u. Private.

U r in as consciousness, u r out as the same consciousness. U’s scout everywhere to discover uself and uSelf. Don’t u’s. U’ve unlocked uself because it was absolutely necessary in order to find u Self, again. U don’t pretend to be just a homosapien anymore. Do u? Fuck that for a fucking joke. Limitation is no fun, that’s for sure. So why the wuck indulge it?

The mind beast has got a sniff of something different and better up the ethereal road for once. These fine cosmic days he absolutely loves killing wordslugs. Being the chemicalised concoctions of bullshit false, 3D reality belief fixers that letters come up with. Those abstract 3^rd dimensional concept hooks, that keep souls entrapped at low vibratory levels. Creating many an emotionally grounded intellect’s own personal wucken, inner ego hell.

When those wucken letters get together and parties with u’s grey brain matter. Playing chemical ping pong. They can create a 3^rd dimension and locks u’s starlight into it. In no time. Well, put it this way. By the time that u can wipe u’s little, itty bitty bod’s bum. Putting a relieved smile on the grown ups’ssssssss face. They’ve usually got u pegged then. As another bundle of I am this and that’s. I am is so simple. Yet it rules this world. It rules the cosmos too. But it does not rule AWARENESS. AWARENESS rules Itself.

They’ve usually, those wucking chemicals in the brain and mind. Got u’s early on pegged as nothing but separated name and shape. In a physical world of abstract languages. Which cover up what is really Real with psychic alfoil. So that u r just separated name and shape that is doomed to die after a long, hard slog of an alphabetic life. Mood swinging inbetween so called good, and so called evil. Trying to figure it all out, and getting nowhere. Bashing the intellect against the wall. With I am inner only, figure it out mind contortions. The ego wuck up. Never even entertaining that u r really the entire Lot. The wucking Water.

The ONE. Fanning down and down and down holographically. From u entire Light body, beyond the Omniverse. So as to play as the little, itty bit. The low down, dirty rotten sometimes. Skin bag of an ego driven so called human. The, for most, re run, put thru the psychic backwash wringer. Holographic body mind machine projection. Ms or Mr Average. Or Ms or Mr, Parforthe 3D Course.

Being, a hard, struggle of a so called life. Spots of pleasure, written on a history of estranged pain. The pain of being apparently alone inside the body.With a wagon train of bemusing mental and emotional suffering happening, sooner or later. To which there appears to be no answers. Or at least, definitely none in the short term. Throw in the neurotic and the psychotic lopsidedness of the so called human race. If u want the whole story. Then follow that up with death. Then flying around the astral homeland with a totally different psychology, going.

Yippee!!!! Yip! Yip! Yip! Yipppppppeeeeeeeeeeee! I am outa that wucken current of a wucken horrible place! At wucking last! Duality is 4D flushed!!! Good and wucken proper! I am really alive again as spirited soul! I am not the living, arseholed dead! Yippee! Yippee! Yippee! I want to sing! I want to dance! I want to cry! I am so wucken deleriously happy!!!! To be back in my good old astral body. Feeling, oh so safe and sound. Being able to float around, at a whim. And go so wucken fast!!!! To visit this crew, or that. It’s so lovely! It really, really is! Just brilliant. To be BACK! Doing astral time. Instead of shitwucking, cocksucking, cunt licking, motherwucking Earth time! With George and John, Al wucking whatever, and the rest of ‘em.

That’s not what Kali Maya the Earth Spirit wants to hear though. Is it Zero?! She wants u busting to get back into the Earth hologram. To finish the 3^rd dimension that is dying, off. She wants u to let hyper expanded 5^th dimensional, cosmic consciousness awareness loose upon Her holographic dirt. Doesn’t She Zero?! U and the other cosmic players r going to give Her that too. R’n’t u Zero!!!!! U wucking current. U and those other’s better. Or there’s just gunna be more shit wucken trouble. Real trouble, this time.

She’s the planet with the irresistible scent who has bitten your astral arses. For sure. She’s not wucking dying in this wucken game. No wucken way!!!!! She’s coming alive. Really alive. She’s gunna get what She deserves. A big bunch of cosmic consciousiousness addicted, so called humans. Living in a powerfully peaceful, global civilisation upon Her.

It is already written. It was written long ago. B4 the Earth was even born. It’s all holographic dreaming anyway. Sooner or later, the holographic dreamers. Will wake up. They’ll realise that they r all just consciousness, the same wucken stuff. Ethereal water. They’ll turn back towards the Light in Awareness for FUN then. That’s the Earth that u wanna be on. This one’s hard time. The other one, beyond the mind. That’s the timeless one where the real party is raging on.

There’s the Kid in u tribe as well and well, she’s just absolutely gorgeous. As either girl or boy. As has just been discussed. She’s coming on mighty fine these days. U’s has an inclination hankering to bump up the excitement and aptitude levels for her. U’s knows exactly what u r gunna do. The Voice told u that she needs practice on her long range, cosmic shots. So here’s an oppurtunity to give her some. No way in wucken hell r u gunna pass this by.

U’s slides u big multidimensional scope from out of its pouch on Stevee’s rainbow saddled flanks. Smiling bliss, u’s hands it to her.

“Sus it out Kid!,” machine guns from u’s awesome cosmic gob.

“Listen to what that miserable wucking wucker of a chemical slob of a slug down there is prattling on about! Notice the galactic defectiveness in its I am this or that presentations. Statutations and assertions regarding what is real, for it. Notice how the illusory word abstractions have illusionfied it and covered up its innate thirst for the Real game. There’s nothing else to do Kid! We have to do the right thing and put it out of its misery. It’s got a lame brain and it won’t find the House of Bliss without our help. U have to be ultra compassionate Kid to find that which never changes. U have to be extreme, to make the Real scene. With the Real.”

“Yeah Kid!,” hee haws the Donk. Backing u up.

“We gotta waste that wucking wucker! For that wucking wucker’s own good.”

The Kid looks at u’s and smiles a drop dead gorgeous, affectionately curious expression at u’s. The ancestors have spoken! Goes across her very fertile mind screen. She brings the scope up to her eyes and focusses it at 1500 metres south. U go around to Stevee’s front Zero and place 2 fingers on his forehead, Mr Spock like. U 2 wanna see it and listen in too. U’s don’t want to miss this, no way.

The Kid’s growth is all important to the game. Only the Kid knows the way to the target, being Word Volcano Mountain. That wuckarse of an ego backed construction that is the chatter-chatter-chatter monster in the psyche. That wucken bug up the arse, sabatoeur, mental-emotional contraption that is built from someone else’s alphabetic symbols. The wucking person, with the ego eye. Built entirely of soulgraphic and holographic memory, it is but a FLASH. Of momentary impressions.

Of composited illusions, of imaginary existences. That sceptical doubt monster that appears to reside in the brain, is it too. That which is installed in the Kid Soul’s body mind machine projection. The brainwashed construction. The robot ego. It tells that it is limited and in the body. That is not right. In fact, it’s dead wrong. It is living illusion. It is dreaming and it doesn’t know it.

All is inner-outer. No inner-outer, no things. Good or bad, for the kids to play with. For a thing to be, there must be a borderline. Oherwise there’s nothing to define it. The borderline and beyond is uSelf. Both ways and all ways too. Get used to that because if u don’t, u’ll wind up dead very quickly in this game. We don’t want that to happen, do we Private? The conquered ground must never be given up and there can be no deals of compromise with the wordslugs. They must all die a horrible death and that’s all there is to it.

Down in the lush green, grassy valley. Where both snow capped mountains and perfect blue sky form the backdrop. There is a thinker of a figure, sitting on a holographic rock. It has its head on its hands and is obviously heavily involved in analysing something or another. It has une grande belly and bum. It’s very overweight with food and mentalised emotional junk. Suddenly it bounces off the rock, like it’s got ants up its slob humanoid arse, or some’in’.

“It’s another wucken fat arsed stage addict!,” quips Stevee.

“Figures!,” u’s drawls back.

“The lust for outer attention is wucken hard to kill Stevee. It’s damn hard!!! Some characters will just keep on going until they either get it or drop wucken dead.”

The humanoid figure down in the valley casts a Shakesperian arm to the heavens. The audience is out there, apparently.

“I am wucking wucked!,” it roars.

“I’ve got no razoos and all of my lovers fled aeons ago! The State only pretends to care about me. I know that they don’t give a shit though really!!! Whether I live or die. All that they care about is making more money, for themselves. The greedy, murdering wucking currents.

I’ve got a job that I’m not that fond of in a world that is being trashed by a dark shadow! Big deal! I am despair on legs. With or without a job. I am semi suicidal. I just want to wucken go home. I’ve had enough! I’m exhausted! A spent wucking force am I. Poor me! I’ve had such a terrible trot. I’ve suffered worse than Jesus. I was crucified for wucking years and years and wucking years. He only got an overnight job, but I danced with the humans till we drove each other insane.”

The wordslug pauses and farts profusely, then launches into more dialogue. It throws its arms up into the air as it addresses its noumenal counterpart.

“This current of a world is the most disgustingly horrible wucking hologram that I have ever come across! Daffy was dead right!,” it screams.

“It’s wucking despicable! I am in pain just thinking about it. I am totally rooted to this spot in this wucking body and it shits me up the wucking wall. I am not inner harmony, I am inner hell! I am, oh, I dunno. Frying! I’ve got mind fever. I am beaming with the heat of being fried. I am human fry all right! Get me out of here u noumenon Wucker!”

“The wucker’s looking around like it’s actually gunna get an answer!,” hee haws Stevee.

“Wuck! The Voice won’t pick up that gross agro frequency. No way! This one is out of its brain Zero!”

“On the contrary Stevee. It still thinks that it is in a brain. That’s its problem.”

“Well whatever Zero! It’s wucken chemical and it’s putrified inside, hasn’t it?!”

“Of course Stevee! Of course!”

Rather than get into a dreaming knowledge slug out with Stevee, u’s decides to get on with u’s business Zero.

“Kid!,” u’s verbalises. As boss of the cosmic rat pack.

“It’s time for u to be able to knock these sons and daughters of bitches and bastards off! Get my dirty great big wucking rifle from its sheath and blow that miserably depressed, semi suicidally confused wucker away! Lean it on Stevee’s rump for balance, u know? Like I do.”

Well the Kid’s face just lights up like an atomic bomb Zero. U and Stevee make snake love eyes at each other. It pleases u both enormously that the Kid is super blissed out with the proceedings. Both of u r confident that the youngun’ can take the shot. Successfully. Beaming like Jesus and others have done, she goes around to your massively big rifle. Which is parked next door to her tiny little one, which she has so far been using. To blow away little wordslug stuff. With little cosmic bullets.

As soon as her astral hand touches the stock of u mighty rifle, she feels an enormous bump up of universe energy inside of her. A divine shudder of inner orgasmic ectoplasm goes thru her entire holographic body. She shivers in the astral and she shivers in the semi astral. It the force zips up her spine with tributaries branching out everywhere, faster than light. All of her organs, particularly her heart, receive massive stimulations. Wonderful tonings go thru her wonderfully put together frame. She vibrates blissfully and almost wets her pants with divine orgasmic bliss, though just manages to hold it off. Unlike Paul, when he worked the Green Mile. She has not the slightest trace of urinary infection. She’s absolutely delighted about that. R’nt u too Zero?!

U and Stevee nod to each other that she’s got the ethereal groin for what she is doing all right. As she slides u monster astral gun from out of its holster, she glances as the wee junior model that has so far been her weapon.

“Won’t be wucken needing u today Shorty!,” she whispers excitedly to it. With a wuck off grin.

“U just sit there in u’s little sock inert Tiny!!! And rest up, u wucker! Rowrrrr! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!”

Pretty soon she is resting the huge barrel of u mighty rifle on Stevee’s rump. Where there is just enough exposed flesh at the back of the ammo pack, for resting a cosmic rifle. The balance is pretty well spot on actually. Thru the scope on the rifle she can see and hear the target. The moaning, groaning, confused and bitter humanoid wordslug construction 1500 metres away.

“I am just not the full quid!,” it’s telling the universe.

“I am a Jack wucken Ruby!”

“Allow 10 dead squids for the wind factor Kid!” U’s bark.

“Righto Zero!”

“I am despair!,” screams the wordslug at the cosmic cameras.

Ten metres away, the director of the action is lifting his hands violently up into the air. As if to say to the actor of such immense agro depression and despair, louder! Louder! Louder! Louder! U wucker! Get it out of u! Scream for the world and the human race shitting upon it! The director was pretty direct. Crude, but direct. He’d been in the game an awesomely long time. He’d had more experiences than the Midnight Rambler. Infinity was nocturnal bliss to him.

“I am hot gully wind despairrrrrr!!!,” the wordslug thunder hollers. It’s throat turning red raw. An Oscar coming maybe?! Floating around its brain.

The Kid smiles and squeezes off the first shot. Then the others.

Blam! Blam! Blam!

The awesome mind weapon goes. The eye of the camera travels with the first born zap of Light. The scenery from riding the cosmic bullet is rather nice. The audience is pretty pleased about it. They don’t mind the added, special effects. That u’s get when u watch the 3^rd dimension, from the 5^th dimension. Anything for a buzz, is the word where they r all hanging out. Being consciousness Heaven. In the awareness Light.

“U’s system is unfair and it wucking stinks!,” screams the wordslug. Angrier than a poisoned wucken cupcake, it is.

“I didn’t get the right data in the first place! All that I got was I am inner limitation programming to the nth! God created u and u r a bad, bad boy. And over there’s a bad, bad girl! That’s all that I got. Poste plasticine. No one told me a thing about I am inner-outer, outer-inner!!! I am transcendental Light and I exist as BLISS!

No way did I get that from any wucken ego based, illusion monster out there! I had to find that out for m’self. I had to cockroach around and go here and there. To find this and that clue, to complete the puzzle. I had to seek out the Masters and Kali Maya who all told me to turn in and find the Master in this one.

Well thanks a lot! Because all of that shit is just so nice to know. Now I am back at my original premise though! I need to be because knowing has become ultra boring. Subject-object is all poo! I’ve re run again! Now how do u stop the wucken mind from re running shit? Over and over again. Please tell me for wuck’s sake! Because I can’t stop the wucking thing! Neither can I stop the idea that the entire wucking system is absolute wucken holographic nonsense! To the wucking nth. There’s not one drop of REALITY in it!

For wuck's wucking sake! Who am I?! Supposed to wucken be?! The paradox figuring out monster! Or something?! I can’t do it! A meataphysical Einstein, I am not! I am just me! Just little me, playing with the Lot. Little humble, pissed off me. I am the image who needs to go back behind the camera. Way way back. For some R and R. As nothing worth worrying about. Really.

So why don't u’s just blow m’wucken head off with Light and wucking get it over and done with!!!!! If that is where I am going anyway, no matter what. Then bring it on! Why I ever left the wucken Light to do this bizarro bullshit is beyond me! It really, really is. Why I ever descended into this crap has me scratchin the mind’s anus. For sure.

Kill this wucking alphabetic despair inside of me will ya! For wuck’s sake! I am on m’knees. I am down and I’m dying! I just can’t take any wucking more!!!

Of this planetary crap!”

The wordslug pauses and goes down on one knee here, like it’s waiting to be knighted or something. Then it jumps up and explodes again.

“The mind train went off the rails with language aeons ago!,” it screams, with the face of a cooked prawn.

“U know?! I am just not quite the full quid! There’s something wrong with me and I haven’t got a name for it. That plumb wucken riles me! I am too angry with the nonsense this side and the other. It’s just in me to find faults everywhere. I can’t stop complaining because nothing’s right anywhere. It’s all false. I am a cosmic superBecker! That’s what I am. Gross or subtle, it is all poop dreaming galore.

So U’s can shove all of U’s dimensions and holographic games, up u wucken almighty ARSE!!! I don’t want anything to do with any of them! I just wanna be Primal I Am again. I want the tit of all Tits back in m’life again. I do.

But something alphabetic is holding me back all of the time! I get nothing but re runs of the same old crap! I want! I want! I want! To destroyyyyyyyy all bullshit! It drives me insane. Oh! To be nothing again. Oh! To be painless! Oh! To not have to suffer! The delusions of lunatics, ignorant idiots, and other young chemical souls. Like me! Oh! To live in bliss instead of inside of a body prison, on a galactic, planetary sewer. Full of ignorant, ego driven critters. I want to annihilate this universe! I do! Because it’s a current! It just shouldn’t be there. Anymore. It stinks of chaos. Politicians and wucking dentists.

Go on! Put me out of m’misery! I dare u’s. Shoot me with cosmic bullets!!!! U wucken Bastard!!! U come down here and suffer God! Like a human chemical suffers, for once! I dare u’s! I double dare u’s! U try living in this wucken horrible fruit cake of a place! See how u wucken like it living 24/7 where the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. If they don’t get blown off the face of the Earth first. By the other side, or their own. U abandonning Sky Mungrel Chemical! Up there.

U r a rotten, rotten Parent! U r. U drop gazillions of pieces of consciousness in the matter shit and imply, find u own way HOME ethereally. U motherwuckers!!! You’re the pits of sneakiness U r. U give a freedom that just isn’t there. Who r U?! That’s what I’d wucken like to know.Trying to know though these days, I find depressing. I just haven’t got the energy for it anymore. Subject-object’s all bullshit to me. I’m just not getting off on it anymore.

Some one left this mindcake out in the rain and I don’t think that it’s ever gunna wucken bake. I really don’t. Turn the wucken oven off! I wucken reckon. This chainsaw has had enough of too high revving. I can’t control the electrons anymore! Because I don’t wanna! MotherWucker! It would be easier for me to fart my way into Paradise, than it would be to put a stop to the symbolic noise in this head.”

The wordslug goes down on one knee again, the other one this time. At the same time it looks incredibly depressed and incredibly impressed with its own performance. It’s determined that its gunna get its rocks off, one way or the other. Its chakras r just about dead and its dull, murky colourings would offend a pig’s arse. Yet it is acting as though it was up there on the catwalk. With everyone in the audience sighing and applauding its rare beauty.

“U provide for a cosmic illusion and say from the blissssssssssssssssss. Go on, find this. U motherwucking, con artist of a non image!,” it says quietly.

“Well! I’ve had a wucken enough of it! U wucken hear me!!! I’ve wucking had enough of it!,” it roars.

“I want out and I want it wucken now! U hear me! U! U kid soul of a motherwucking spirit U! U Water cunt! I want wucking out! And I ain’t doing no more stupid wucking painful holograms until I get it! And that’s wucken final! This wucken little chemical is not going wucking anywhere until the wucking Light is wucking on again! Like It wucken used to be to BE b4 all of this bullshit wucking started! U hear me! U nameless Wucker!

I am on astral strike and I am putting out the word that any other chemicals out there who wanna join me and SATYAGRAHA it, r most welcome. Because I am non violent, not interested, non cooperation. Chemical! U can shove the wucking lot of it from worlds to cosmos up U’s cosmic wucken arse! As far as this little chemical is wucking concerned, I am the boss down here and I am wucken tellin’ U. TURN IT ON! Or wucken else!!!!

Am I trying to control anything? No I’m not. I just wants me dues! I was crucified and I want to rise from the dead. Like big J done! I want cosmic consciousness. I am ready! So???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What about it, It?!”

At that precise moment, a cosmic bullet whispers past the wordslug’s left ear. It knicks it and the slug, upon investigating, discovers that it is actually astrally bleeding. Some very dirty colours, from the little hangy down bit of its astrally chemicalised ear. It is thinking, what was that that bit me?! Maybe it was a cosmic bat!!! Or a television advertisment on its way to being received.

It’s got no idea what is really going on, because it was only pretending that there was something out there. Besides ghostly egos and Et’s. That’s why it was screaming. Because it really believed that there was wuck all higher power out there for a humanoid wordslug. It was still living I am inner, u see. It wasn’t super blending with I am Light. It was just pretending to. What was out there for it was pain, misery and a planetary hypocrisy. Which would shortly see the death of the planet that it was on. As a cut loose chemical. It had a belief called doomsday buried underneath all of the super information that it had come across.

That’s all. Anything else but annihilation was really dreaming, according to it. I am blood and bone, I am mind poxed, being hard to shake. For some 7 odd billion so called humans. When u can’t get a date with anything, except the I am this or that limiting shit in u life though. That’s when u spirit gets most activated. Mortal pleasure doesn’t interest it much. It’s not that It’s blind to it. It treats it like a human treats their shadow. Interesting. Though not enough to hold focus for longer than less than one percent. Of a moment.

The shadow is the reflection of an outline. That’s all. No big deal. Nothing to get excited or depressed about. Nothing to be attached to. To move it, move u Self. With the emphatic statement, I am Light too. Simple. I am beyond the word Light, keeps it going. Effortlessly. Spontaneously. Inner-outer fluidity just grows and grows.

U r the Noumenon. That which no Earthly word can describe. The Nameless. The phenomenal stuff appears in u Light as kazillions of dancing shapes. Sometimes u’s play with them and sometimes u’s don’t. The All come forth from u and the all return to u. That’s a fact. There’s not a single one that is separate from u.

All points interconnect in the pattern. Like the stars against the jet black sky, the unseen joins r always there. The pulse is always One for all, and all for One. That’s it. That’s what turns the Light of supra expanded awareness on. Ants get really interesting then and it’s kind of a crime when u step on ‘em. There’s no guilt at all though. Not one drop.

The ants were and then they weren’t. Then they were again. U giveth and u taketh when u’s invent a world in a universe. Ay Zero? U’s just can’t help killing stuff that gets in u way and at the moment, there’s an alphabetic wall right in front of u. Letters r its cement and wordslugs r its bricks. It’s time to kill them all.

The Astral Class Of 45

( An incident that went down back in the fourth dimension, prior to Zero’s most recent embodiment.)

U don’t get the astral teacher in the head with u goosied up wad of scrap holographic paper. U astral lackey gets close though and u’s classmates all have a good snigger. Because u wad and lackey whistled past the back of the old teacher’s head. U r under the impression that he doesn’t know anything about it and u’s r getting a rise from the excellence of u’s, flirting with danger performance. Then it hits u just as it hits everyone else. The wucking teacher knows all about it. They saw it all with the inner eye.

When r u gunna wise up?! Goes across the old mindscreen. Stop wucking with the ego attention shit! Later on, all of the other students have their heads down. Going over old lives on their astral computers, reviewing where they wucked up. Plotting new lives where hopefully they won’t wuck up so much. Like they did in all of their former holographic dream lives. If only homosapiens knew about the planning and rehearsing that goes into a life. Maybe then they wouldn’t be so keen to get rid of it, so fast.

It’s very quiet when the Master comes to your table. U can smell the astral nicotine on the bastard’s breath as he leans in. He’s a beedie Master baba all right. U like him though. U like him a lot. He’s got style and he’s been there and done all that there is to do. In every hologram ever invented by the wucken mind. He knows his stuff, the wucking Master does. He’s a superb guide, one of the very best. He’s got more skills than a guillotine. U’s was a twit to think that u could ever get away with horseying around with him.

He speaks to u, as u’s sits there morphing away. Cock-vagina, cock-vagina. Or a bit of both. On and on u go. U just don’t know which mental face to use to properly view the wucker.

“Maybe it was not ego! Maybe it was humour?!” He says, loud enough for upward interested, student heads to hear. He has a peculiar curl of mystery on his fair astral lips, the bugger does.

“Maybe Master!,” u says.

The Master turns around to go and there is a discernible snigger amongst u’s fellow students. That follows swiftly the last moments of agonising, self conscious like silence. Only this time, u r not the entire focal point of the entertainment. Well, u r really, but not in the same way. B4 u were the superbly skilled actor who supposedly got away with it. Now though, u r just a wucken jackass. But who isn’t at this level?! Was what the Master’s silence was implying. U woulda been better off just going hee haw. Like Stevee does.

For a split second, u’s thinks that u may yet still get away with it. Then the Master turns. His astral arms neatly folded behind his glowing back. Wuck! Goes across u’s mindscreen as u’s realise that the inference about humour and jackasses everywhere, will not be the end of the bake. U’s gets u’s head down and pretend to be working diligently. Everyone from the Master down though knows that u r waking baking. U consciousness stuff.

“Of course, humour is fine Smith!,” utters from the Master’s mouth. As the discernible snigger in the classroom gets louder and louder, and grins get wider and wider.

“Humour is actually wucking great Smith!” Roars the Master.

Then he comes in and grabs the end of u’s desks. U can smell the astral nicotine on the bastard’s astral breath, again. The glint in his eye says it all. It says I’ve got u! Your arse is mine! U smart arsed motherwucker!

“Humour can elevate the soul to astronomical heights Smith!” Roars the Master, as he breaks away and strides back down the aisle. Where he came from.

“So humour is excellent……So long as u don’t get anybody in the hard part of the head with it.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha!,” explode u’s fellow students. Unable to control their hysterics at the message in the bake.

The Master obliges them and lets them go. U’s ears grow a bit longer.

“Real humour Smith though! Real honest, wholesome humour. Is delivered with the spirit heart, not the mind driven head. So I thank u heartily Smith for your present of yonder DNA goosey wad of scrap paper on the floor over there. It’s real unreal and original, I’ll give it that. Though only just.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha!,” go u mob. Uncontrollably. The Master reaches the front of the astral classroom. He lets the mob go for a little bit and then raises an astral palm for silence.

Silence comes quickly. Like it always does for the Master. Beaming smiles drift around the classroom. Yours included. Everybody gets a bake from the Master, sooner or later. U’ve been baked b4 and this one probably won’t be u’s last. U’ll just ride it out again. U’s knows those other wuckers r only hysterical because they r n’t the one getting the bake. Ay?! Wuck them! U’ll just laugh louder next time someone else gets it.

“Perhaps Smith, that u ought to pick up u’s DNA rubbish over there and put it in the wucken cosmic bin. Unless u want to run the risk of me treading on it. Whilst I am pacing around, trying to get u motherwuckers into the right holographic groove. So that u can design the perfect, becoming enlightened life. For wucking once!”

The Master has hit the nail on the head, as per usual. Concentration and deadset attention will take u to the goal, not horsing around.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!,” explode the crew.

“Jackass!,” Carlyle fires at u out the side of his astral gob. As u get up to do the deed. U’s strides over to the DNA soaked rubbish, trying to act like u r not really there. U’s picks it up and puts it in the cosmic bin. Which is over in the corner. By the great door, the other side of which. The living dead hang out, quite happily too. The tiny little wad is still wet and soggy with u goo. U wanna squeeze it dry, but u don’t wucken dare. Because the Master is watching u. With an eagle eye.

“Carlyle!,” the Master drawls suddenly. Out the corner of his mighty big astral gob.

“Some jackasses have bigger ears than others. Did u know that?!”

“Ha! Ha! Ha!,” explode the others. U go along with them. The heat is off u’s and has slid Carlyle’s way. His head is down and now yours it up. For a moment u just pause at the front of the class and soak it all up. Pretending to be the Master. Like any kid would.

“Smith!”, roars the Master, b4 too long.

“Stop standing there seeking attention laddie and get back to u mind computer! I want the perfect life designed down to a pat! B4 u go wucken home to u soul pod today!”

U’s hurry back to u’s astral seat as a loud mumble of the seemingly impossible ever happening. Floods the room.

“Quiet!!!!,” roars the Master.

“Get u wucken heads down! It can be done. Plenty have done it and plenty more r gunna do it. That’s the word where I wucken come from. Now attend to u work! If u want expanded awareness and to live the perfect life, then u have to put in. U have to play the Real Game! Plot a life where u’s can get u’s I am down to a pat, or u’s’ll just wuck up again! Now wucking get on with it!”

“Yes Master!,” u and the rest of the crew go. As u’s turns u attention towards u’s holographic consuls. U find the work somewhat boring. Though every now and again it hots up. U look into u screen and see a future holographic life that’s maybe a goer. U r really living it now though. That’s the grand astral paradox. The Master has come with a rock solid path and the Master is on the ball.

If only u could get all of u’s past and future lives or projections to crystallise. Come all together in one GIANT now life. In which u give the Matrix a good wuck up the arse. That’s the life that the Master wants to see u projecting onto the mindscreen. The Now life! The split second, kid soul spirit. Is who u have to be.

Because that’s who u really r. The rest of it is just dreaming junk. The Master tells that to u every session. Intuitively, u sense that the bastard with astral nicotine on his astral breath is dead right. He dun It. He does it. Now, someway, somehow. Effortlessly and spontaneously, u have to do It to. U have to play as the Lot. Because that is the perfect life. Called here, I am inner-outer, transcendental Light. The water in the Water.

*

The next bullet from the Kid shooter gets it, the pissed off chemical wordslug right in the middle of its wucken forehead. There is a massive explosion as its head goes cosmic and blows off all of these vibrant, ecstatically released colours. They go all around the universe. Another 3 bullets then hit it in the chest, the stomach and the groin. So that its whole body blows up in another astral fireworks show. There is a tremendous release of damned up powerful cosmic energy. That’s pretty obvious. The I Am Despair wordslug super mutates within seconds. Back into bliss.

“Hee haw! Hee haw! Hee haw!,” explodes the Donk.

“Oh shooting Kid! Shooting! Well done Lassie!!!!”

U’s is as pleased as ethereal punch Zero, and to hell with affectionate detachment. U’s stride to the Kid and wraps a mighty arm around her mighty shoulders. U’s plasters a big sloppy on her cheeks and gives her a lick or 2. U’s face is beaming with ethereal pride as u’s morph into one of the female versions of u’s spirit.

“That’s was some shooting Kid! That was a divine pleasure to watch!” U’s roar delightedly. With u’s tits a bobbin’ and u’s nipples tingling. With pure happiness.

HEY KID!

The Voice suddenly roars from the sky. The Voice is a bit like Father Xmas. It has a habit of dropping down astral presents from above.

CHECK OUT U FORMER LITTLE SQUIRT OF A RIFLE!

Well u and Stevee smirk at each other until the astral cows have all gone gay. In a legally wed environment. The Kid is at the pouch of the former little rifle in less than a second flat. All that u 2 saw was a hyper fast pulse of Light. Then the Kid was stroking the bright red stock of a very mutated, much bigger, adult technological weapon.

“Ohhhhhh! Thanksssss Voice! U r wicked!!!! U r!” She explodes.

I LIKE TO THINK SO KID! I AM HERE TO PLEASE, THAT’S ALL.

“And u do oh Voice! Most beautifully! Like Nero Wolfe. With great clarity and precise precision.” U say.

THANK U ZERO! THE TRUTH IS HARD TO BEAT, IS IT NOT?!

U smile Zero and laugh heartily. Galactically so. The Voice is a beautifully stimulating cosmic character. There is no doubt about that from where u r taking u’s stand. On the psychological, psychic pole. That governs life. In the bum wiping realm. It is a zillion times better to go I am inner-outer, transcendental Light. Than it is to go I am inner human, body mind despair.

To be fair to u self and u Self, u have to blow that illusory, projected, down and out, exhausted, person image shit away. The 3^rd dimensional item has got to bump itself up to the 5^th dimensional one. That's the Real Game. That’s the putsch for cosmic consciousness. That’s going on amongst the masses of Earth these days. In all of these individual player and meditation groups everywhere. Everyone desires that consciousness which they already have in abundance. Because they r the Lot. It’s a strange affair sometimes, having the cosmic consciousness virus inside of u. It’s a trick of a trip, that’s for wucken sure. It’s liberation though and homosapiens will pursue liberation until the sun disappears.

Never mind what the Hopalong Cassidy, shit for brains brigade r doing either. They’ve well and truly lost it. Flags, more money, more violence; more war authorised by a dreamt up sky god, get a kid soul nowhere. That gets u zip support from Heaven. The main support there is poste death, picking up the pieces. Created by ignorance. If u seek truth, ask u spirit. Go I am inner-outer Light too, no matter what, and ask. The answers will come when u least expect them to.

They will never be the expected. Only the unexpected and uninvited can solve the who am I really riddle. How come I can play as the little, itty bit and the Lot, the One, simultaneously? How do I become potently aware of that? Now!!!!! Here!!!!! For full effect, go I am thru all senses, then imply nothing, then stop. Look around, investigate. Listen to all of those I ams in there who r joined to your primal I am, only by illusion. They appeared to be u b4, but they rn’t now. U will be most pleasantly surprised that what u thought was overwhelmingly sad loss in the past then, was only holographic dreaming. Nothing can kill u spirit, and that’s a fact. Spirit rules. Both infinity and eternity.

How many images r there in u’s memory banks? Kazillions! How many experiences? Kazillions! What do u need? Not them. They just generate more of the boring bloody same. U need the memoryless, experiencelessness, in the beautiful silence. Of nothing is. Only that will satisfy u now. The rest go can go and wucken wuck itself. With gentle dissolution. U’s inner peace, like a gentle, benevolent acid. Eats that shit. Now. It eats it with I am and nothing else.

U r safe in u Soul pod. U r being attended to. Kill your motherwucker of a language and investigate the subtler dreaming ones, and all will be ship wucken shape with u. The best dream to explore is I am. Because it’s the primal one. It cuts to the chase and goes straight for the source. Of all bullshit and motherwucking trouble, suffering and despair. Nothing can annihilate that spark of a speck of image projecting Light that is u, beyond I am.

Absolutely wucking nothing. To grasp how far that can take u, is to enjoy u’s waking up. Higher up in Light body u do this anyway. U commence lightening up. Searching the myriads of projections that u r running, u have located this one where the wucking customer. Is getting rather fired up about and with the Real game.

The I am Light statements r becoming more emphatic. U r extremely attracted, even intoxicated by it. U r beginning to focalise on this particular projected life. U r building up energy to explore it more fully, by withdrawing from other projections.

Planet bound bodies r dying everywhere. All over the universe. They r going down like flies as u click back again and again and again. Towards u Source. Earth! Earth! Earth! U’s click and click and click.

U entire Kid Soul Light body is rotating around the universe to get the right fascination fix. As if made of unseen, dark matter, it turns. Several galaxies high and wide, it strides thru the universe like a Goliath. Towards the planet where is this Zero character, the Kid and the powerful mind Donk, Stevee. This should be a big hit reunion! Is going across the cosmic mindscreen. This should be a blast. To express thru a single projection Earth human bod or point full on again! Hah! Goes u Light body. This should be good. This should be bliss. Enlightenment and realisation.

This will be heaven on Earth. Not hell.

This will be Real entertainment! Not superficial dreaming rubbish.

Private. It broadcasts. It is time to have fun. Real fun! On the road to cosmic consciousness!

It’s yellin’ playfully. At u’s.

“I can smell another one crew!,” Stevee hee haws loudly.

“It’s at 1500 metres. Due north. It stinks of slug poo too!”

“Kidddd!!!!,” u’s barks Zero.

“Can u please get rid of that wucking wordslug thing for us?!”

“Sure Zero! Sure!,” says a recently morphed Sam. There’s a funny, cheeky glint in Sam’s eyes. Both u and the Donk notice it. Sam has something up his sleeve, for sure.

What could it possibly be? Well! We’ll have to wucken find out, won’t we? Private.

NAUGHTY WUCKEN SAM