The Bullshit I have seen

Oh, the bull shit I have seen, in the places I have been, this stuff, the things, the actions of those,
who walk in the daylight to show off their clothes.

They hide their true self, showing what they think, that others might like
What will get them ahead,  but you know in the end we all end up dead.

Then what of our lives, the things we have seen,
The things that we do and the things whom we've been...

Then there is the Good Shit, Yah, there is that kind of shit too

And much of it depends on what YOU will do...
That in the world shit happens, that statement holds true.

Get plunged into the water, and it will show you.
If you sink or you swim, that part will show through.
You see it's not the shit that happens, it is the shit that you do.

Now consider your future, the shit you will see,
Then take a quick second and repeat after me.

Weather good shit or bad shit,
I know shit will be,
But how I see it, and my actions,
that's My choice, I'm Free.

Another spewing of words from Aaron....
Thanks for being super critical and criticizing What I have obviously wasted my time and yours by putting on to the vastness of the inter-webs...

The moment is now

when is now. could it be never or always? because you only can acknowledge the past and consider the future, the now is fleeting,

the now comes and goes in an instant, yet is perpetually existing eternally.

The things we do can only happen now.

Planning strategy thought and action. NOW

Along a path I call my own

Ever since I was young, not that I can remember my first step, or every step along the way, I am sure I took each and every step. That is how I got where I am today.

There was a pulling from ahead that told me, from where you are, you just need to take one.

They were pulling from all directions, some saying, come here, others saying go there, but the step I had to take was one.


Zoom in on the Face of the Sky figure.
Sky Figure

My direction, they did not know, or care to know, for I knew I could only take but one step. That step always leads to where I am.

Some push me, from behind, coaxing me, beseeching me, trying to force their will on me to take my step faster, or this way or that. That they would control where my foot lie. So I take MY step, just one to where I go.

There are some, who wait by my path, sharing that moment where I would be, only if I take that one step towards them, and I take my step from where I was.

Some stand by where I was, and I walk to where I am. I might retrace that step, but neer will it be taken again, and I move forward, on my path, that I might get here or there, or somewhere that I am not, and I move forward to where I am.

There have been some that took their steps along side of mine, to whom I am eternally grateful. There will be those who’s steps align with mine, so that we might share a few moments, either now or then, and I align with myself, in the here now, and I know, Just one more step and I will be there, and there I am.

And there is you, who is walking with me now, where you are, where you are going, the moment we are sharing is infinite, just as all our journeys must be, and the force that is where I am silently whispers to me, just one more step.

Just a random thought.

Random thought:
Manifest true peace and harmony within the world, or manifesting a shit ton of cash for me to spend? I would spend at least a portion of the cash on peace and harmony. Some of that might be a piece of pie when I get hungry.
I guess in a way, I could serve one, and have the other serve me, or can it be the other way, with the other one I serve, and the one serving me...
Could they both serve me, like one of those buffets, you know I would serve myself?
or would the service be serving them to the world?
What if they do not have pesto? I like to eat pesto. is there pesto at the all you can eat buffet?
Just another random thought.

Words for sale.

Knowledge is Power, and understanding knowledge requires words.

Words for sale in your schools, in your songs, in your movies and news,

When you say them you write them you hear them or read them,

The words create an idea, a vision, a thought within your mind,

Knowing that is Powerful! Knowing and using words is powerful.

Would business transact, or wars be started?

Stories contain this thing we call knowledge.

I tell you again, words for sale. What do these words say?

They will say and do whatever you want them to do.

When the farmer plants the seed

is he not saying to the soil, the sky and the seed itself, "GROW".

When the carpenter cuts and nails wood, is he not saying, "BE This"

when you negotiate a contract, or purchase something, are you not saying "Lets do this".

But with words, the farmer can communicate to 15  workers to plant the seeds and tell them to grow.

The carpenter can share his knowledge through blueprints and words.

The business man would not function without contracts, and plans, and internal emails, all containing words.

Words for sale. What will you buy?

Your programed with words.

A recent discussion generated a comment, which I will now edit and post on my blog.

An example of how your are programed with words

"æ is the trope of “all men are pigs”. Many women (and some men) say things like this, thinking they are describing their experience of men, like a complaint, but what if it’s more like a spell and they are creating men to become pigs (just because they had a few bad experiences)? how often do they “chant” this “mantra” of “men are pigs”, in their minds... how often do they recite this incantation out loud? How many others have they convinced to agree with them, whom also now chant this mantra? Enough that it’s a trope, at least. Now, how do we suppose that is affecting how men show up in our realities? What room does any man have to create themselves freely in the moment, with such a mass-consciousness spell being chanted over and over?

Like, if I asked a man to write on a chalk board who they are for the world, how would it go if every few seconds someone walked up and wrote “men are pigs” on that chalk board... and there was a line of people waiting to keep writing that on the chalk board... he would spend the majority of his time either erasing what they write, or writing around their “pig” comments... and the end result would be an exhausted man (who spent have his efforts successfully erasing all the pig comments and wrote who he is) or the board would have who he is entwined with all the pig comments.

This idea can be extrapolated to any recurring ideas or ways of speaking we have about: women, blonds, brunettes, life, death, bosses, myself, parents, friends, coworkers, etc... fill in the blank.
What if reality really is a “fill in the blank” simulation, and we’ve forgotten that it really is, by default, a blank slate at all times... and it’s WE who maintain the status quo? Our language based magic that we habitually use to “describe” our reality constantly cluttering up the blank slate that reality is. This is what has the past repeat itself (us constantly recreating all the thoughts and words that lead to the same results... we literally bring the past with us wherever we go, literal-metaphorical baggage), etc etc...
It’s an interesting challenge to explore... cuz we are born into a model of communication we inherited from our parents, who inherited it from their parents, etc... generations of using magic to describe a “world out there”... to the point that it’s like breathing to use our powers of creation to simply reinforce what already is so, and to rarely ever experience our own power to create from nothing. Like we “have the keys to the kingdom” and we use them to lock everything down... freedom at the expense of security. æ"

Thanks for the comment and discussion Vinh Ha

Thanks again for the comments, likes, and shares.


What is that 50 words to ponder #2

Was that just a drop of rain, or a little birdie poo???
That I can not tell, because I don't see like you.

I felt it drop out from the sky.
It hit my skin thats true.

I sense it is a little wet, and that's why I ask you.


50 words to ponder #1

As I sit here and ponder my past activities, and my current state of existing, I remember the reason I write.
To remember the perspective I had before tomorrow, when the whole world will become but yesterday, and I myself become something new and unfamiliar with a completely new perspective.