We're All Alone

We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.

The Doors of Perception

Aldous Huxley

How pompous and arrogant we are to use our religious fervor to dictate whom a person can love. Love, like a flower, can only bloom and it makes not difference how much you hate it. Let us move forward w/ our logic,look past the disguise of hate, and unveil it for what it truly is. Misplaced love.

1984

1984

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When all else fails...... Hope.

Sometimes you'll read something that makes you feel void of hope. I'm fortunate in life to have that problem for just a few seconds before I'm reminded of all the beautiful things in this world. Below is an article that all people should be aware of. And after that is the poem i wrought in its response.

The Last Roundup

Is the government compiling a secret list of citizens to detain under martial law?

By Christopher Ketcham

I

I’m not a republican, democrat, independent, or libertarian

I’m not an American, Mexican, Native American, or from Spain.

I’m not the close I wear, or the length of my hair

I’m not the beard or my face or this vessel of a body

I’m not a citizen of a city, state, country, continent, hemisphere or planet

I’m not the money in my checking account or the house that I live in

I’m not the car I drive or the shoes I wear

I’m not the programs I watch or the books I read

I’m not the air I breathe or the death that hides behind the corner

I’m not the religion that I practice or the dogma that it forces on to me

I’m not sane or insane or depressed or excited or ADHD or any other disease or aliment the media tries to convince me I am.

I'm not the God damn hate that fills me when I see the true victims of War

I’m not innocent or guilty or the w/ out regret or the without hope

I’m not lost or found or enlightened or blessed

I’m not scared, or bullied, or submissive, or willing to go w/ out a fight

I’m a human being, a being, an entity in on its self. I’m a miracle since conception and I will never end.

I’m here and now and forever

No one or thing or God or religion or government or wrong doing can take that away. We are all living in our eternity and I love it.

Peace

The Revolution won't be televised

I know that I may come off as being an anti TV freak, but I feel like I've been competing w/ the box my whole life. Our minds are being bought and sold, and the truth of the matter is that the TV is worshiped much more than any God. The amount of time we spend in front of it, instead of w/ each other, is just sad.

There are plenty of valid reasons to watch TV news, entertainment, story telling, all of which use to be done by humans. We as people have taken the only thing that keeps us close, our past time, and given it to a superficial box. Where there was once conversation there is silence.

I have come to believe that our habitat has become an invisible hamster cage. The bars of fear, consumption, hate, and misdirection are put in place by our very own minds. I often pondered the mouse in the cage the one that would never stop running on the wheel. In a forever moving motion until he eventually lived no more. I was puzzled by the strange behavior and I often wondered why. It seemed so meaningless so pointless, but now I get it. The mouse took the only thing left that was free and expanded it. While his legs where moving his blood was pumping creating more ideas in his mind. He made a decision that all though his body is caged his mind is his own.

I choose to be the "crazy" mouse on the wheel. I choose to turn off my TV and turn on my mind. I choose to live my life instead of watching one. I choose to constantly remind my family the control the TV has on there lives. I choose to believe that the severed lines of communication will soon be mended the whole world over. As for me and my house we will choose to think freely.

“You may call me a dreamer but I’m not the only one”
John Lennon



Love, Peace, Hope

Pedro G. Perez


For information on the television follow he link below

http://hypnosiscontrol.com/the-most-dangerous-appliance-in-your-home-the-television/

Trapped in a Moment

To think that every now and then you get re imagined in the mind of your creator. A loose leaf of paper that is yet to be written on by the Author. Is it the ink, the pen, the fingers, the hand, the arm, the body, the heart, the mind, the imagination, the dream that gave seed to imagination, the collective thought, the source, the alpha and/or the omega.

Follow the yellow brick road:

A man, a person, a thought behind the curtain that can not be exposed until you have went through your tribulations. But what is it that you find both a beginning and a end.
Your destination is self proclamation. "I am that I am" "I think there for I am" "Know thy self"

I refuse to be told what life is. I will experience it for my self, and while the masses are baaing along I'll be thinking my self in and out of sanity.

So, "Right is right" and "Wrong is wrong" and "One mans trash is another ones treasure"
When do you know if your trash is treasure? When is it time for you to "Believe" instead of know. It's a basic cause and effect. Because of belief the effect has been a world of war.

It never ceases to amaze me the ins and outs of the nothing.

Ra Amen


Love, Peace, Hope



Pedro G. Perez

It's Official, Bin Laden Tape a Fake!!

"In analyzing the video, Neal Krawetz of Hactor Factor, an expert on digital image forensics, said in his latest blogs that the video contained many visual and audio splices, and that all of the modifications were of very low quality."Good Job MSM! Maybe we will see a retraction on page 32.

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