a sky dog. mustard. sperm in a spoon with a twist around away toward a different sense where it becomes itself again many years today. lights flashing around the windows looking out through a fog settling in on the streets. blow it away. another place. another time.
    we seem to be a bit more than confused about exactly what is exact. vague comprehension. little lies that make up our conception of truth. we believe that if we can keep them hidden long enough...
    when the shit hits. when it comes time to explain. when our names are called by those who are watching who know the answers to the questions we ask ourselves - sometimes.
    reach it and stay there while most people are still working in the dark. we work in both the light and dark. we are on those thin lines. yet it is those who are here now who can reach it in their own time beyond the time of common reality. to each it is given. strike a match. lifting one's heart to an unknown god - x. our god is x. unknown whatnot of the creation complex of the universe equation.
    or not.
    unless there is more than one universe, said some wise guy who always seems to hang around the dada-ananda. no one knew where this person came from.
    there is only one universe, spake the dada-ananda.
    prove it.
    the proof, as is the proof of most things, is in the word itself. universe. uni - one.
    unless, as i said, there is more than one.
    then those things that there are more than one of are not universes but are only components of the universe since the whole meaning of the word is to describe one that encompasses everything.
    and, having said this, the dada-ananda was instantly struck by lightning.
    a sure sign, the dada-ananda spake after getting up off the ground.
    a sure sign of what?
    that i exist.
    a hat is a hat.
    yes - but i notice you are not wearing a hat.
    should i be?
    if you want to.
    well, i don't want to.
    i understand. however, i feel that i should also point out that that may not necessarily be a good reason not to wear one.
    you mean i should wear a hat even though i don't want to?
    sometimes it is the best thing. not always, but sometimes.
    how do i tell if i should wear one or not then?
    you cannot really know. you can only rely on your own judgment whether you should or shouldn't.
    but i already said i didn't want to.
    wanting is not always the same thing as judgment. sometimes one's judgment is opposed to what one wants.
    then we're back to the same question - how do i tell whether i should wear a hat or not?
    and i am back to the same answer - you cannot know. there are many questions involved. such as, why do you want or not want to wear a hat? why should you or you shouldn't wear a hat? what day is it? what is your mother's maiden name? are these your ideas or someone else's? and many other questions as well
    how am i supposed to know all that?
    you don't. you either wear the hat or you don't. you then recognize your own identity and power to choose or not choose.
    but still - how do i tell?
    it depends on what you are trying to achieve by wearing or not wearing the hat.
    i'm not trying to achieve anything. i just didn't want to wear a hat.
    we all are trying to achieve something by all our actions and non-actions. whether we recognize this or not it is still the truth.
    oh? speaking of truth now, are we?
    truth is all i speak of.
    you know truth?
    no, of course not.
    then how can you speak of it?
    one does not need to know truth to speak of it.
    how can one speak of anything without knowing it?
    yes - that is a question i ask myself all the time. if we could speak only of what we know we would have to remain silent.
    would we?
    yes.
    hmmm...
    and therefore ensued one of the long silences that follows a conversation with the dada-ananda often.

    and another story is when the dada-ananda was walking in the rain one summer afternoon passing by a bus shelter where someone asked, hey - tell me, who won last night's game?
    the dada-ananda paused and then spake, what?
    the game. who won the game?
    won? what is that?
    what?
    what does won mean?
    you know - when you win.
    how does one tell if one has won or not.
    usually by having more points than the other team.
    is that winning?
    what do you mean? of course it is.
    yes, i understand. but is that a sure sign of winning?
    yeah - where i come from it is.
    what about those who lost?
    tough shit.
    so winning is not caring that someone else has lost?
    well, yeah.
    i do not know who won last night's game.

    and it always was something about the imaginary city as he sat for hours where early morning sunlight would pass and something about how impossible it was yet there it was all around him. and the constant parade of flags, balloons and umbrellas and such on as that. music from everywhere strangely playing against itself. and he would get up, get dressed and see what happens now. spun his head was wild things of imagination so wonderful and glorious he was near paralyzed as all energy was absorbed into the possibility of it.
    and a hand once or twice about to take itself off with such a delightful sound of flesh and bone being torn that makes someone who might be named larry giggle and wild-eyed and we could write about a pretty flower so colorful and sweet that says come over and see me sometime to every bee that happens to buzz by with strange and open sexual meaning naked and shameless and should we kill it?
    how's it going so far?
    repeat yourself until you are senseless.
    no - don't do that.
    just another mind game.
    and an emptiness unfolds itself upon the scene. where does it come from? a silence beyond silence yet whispers something just beyond being able to be heard and understood.
    what?
    this is existence itself. this is the point between is and is not. the original spark. the possibility that might be there. how low can you go? limbo down into limbo where nothing is something. where it doesn't begin and never ends. it just continues.
    it is it in its absolute primal statement form. this is the universal law of all possibility. the law unable to be proven or disproven true or false. it just is.
    and when it starts. they are pretending that they are tearing down the walls - the walls that weren't even there to begin with. it starts again and again as it also ends. rhythms of cycles turning the universe machine through spacetime.
    wheels.
    ha! ha! we laugh when we can and someone somewhere inside us is laughing - you can bet on that for sure, dude. because this is all a game. a play. a joke. don't let all the cruelty and suffering fool you while everyone takes it with the utmost seriousness. don't worry, we won't have to put up with those clowns for too much longer because the wheels are turning from one to the other. the tide that was going out is now coming in. it's been a long long long time but it's coming very soon now. it's up to you.
    dance. fly into the moment that will embrace you with more than you will be able to hold. it will shake you down. you will be forced to surrender to it no matter how much you resist. you will be broken and all that you have been holding inside you will spill out. you won't be able to keep it back any longer. you will die a violent death. we know this. it has happened and is happening to us. the stories are true - all the silly stories.
    and there are those on both and all sides who maintain the hard line - who are going to solve everything with power. what a laugh. look at them in their uniforms. we don't care what flag they're waving. it's all the same. but they are dangerous to not only themselves but to everyone around them. so, watch out. but don't hide. the time for hiding is over. we've been hidden for far too long as we watched our brothers and sisters shot down and run out of town. no more. no more. this is it. this is the final stand. they are drawing the lines trying to get us into one camp or the other as they prepare for battle and war. we've opted out. we've been opted out. no one will have us. we are children of the damned they wish to send to hell. their ideas and plans for a perfect world don't include us - not just one side, but all sides. we have been deserted, some of us by our closest friends and families, and been left to die in the wasteland they create with all they do in the wake of their lockstep civilizations. it's time to come out. live or die. get up and out and dance your freak flag right in their gunsights. you have more power than you realize by letting go. if you shine and radiate all you are you will blind them. we are all that they fear. we represent all that they arm themselves against. we have but to show our true being and it will strike terror in their dark hearts. this is the time to take our stand. there are no second chances now. do whatever you can to free yourself and to free as many others as you can. but most important is yourself. don't worry about the others. they are on their own just like you are. there is no plan. there are no orders or even a chain of command to give them if there were. you know who you are and what you need to do if you look into your heart and darkened mind. if you look for and find your true being and follow where it leads. we each have our own gift and part to play in whichever and whatever we can or can't. we are all alone together.
    doubt.
    the hyperspacetime ships have landed from the sky and risen from the sea invisible but to the truly naked eye. we are from the past and the future. we are from planets both distant and near. we are the gods and goddesses the rationalogical world has tried to deny. they have tried to tell you that we are makebelieve nonsense - and that is exactly what we are. but take a good look at what they offer instead and then decide if you're maybe willing to take the chance and step off the edge of the limits of their tightly defined reality into the limitlessness of any and all possibility that will then be open and accessible to you if you want it to be. so, what the heck...
    what's so damn important besides running on some treadmill chasing after cheap glittering trinkets they hold just out of your reach. get real. get a grip. we're out here waiting for you. and there's a lot more of us than there might first appear. we don't always stand out in the crowds exactly. we can camouflage like nobody's business. but once you get the vision you'll see us all over the place. so go open the door and tip-toe slowly out and away. no need to rush but you should keep going and don't look back. you have so very far to fall.
    and it's scary. you'll doubt your very sanity - and not just jokingly, but very realwise. you'll see things you have not been prepared for but see them often enough to absorb and to be lifted by them into worlds you could hardly have imagined really existed anywhere before for real. but there you'll be.
    and we cannot tell you what you will gain. it is all quite indescribable and you wouldn't believe us if we did or could describe it. but what do you have to lose? what is your world now made up of nothing more but promises they've been promising us for how many thousands of years? we promise you nothing but yourselves. we have nothing but ourselves. what else is needed? what else is worth the price you pay for nothing?
    we've been there and back again - back to here and now. no more dreams. we've seen where it's all going and where it can go to. their world is nothing but dead ends. a social economic political religious system that is on the brink of collapse no matter how much they try to inflate it to make it seem bigger than it is. it's a con scam based solely on greed and lust for power and the hand is quicker than the eye psychology philosophy. they're taking you for all you've got and leaving you with barely enough to make it day to day so you're hooked into having to come back for more and more and more. what future do they promise that they are able to deliver? shouldn't it have been here by now? better to get out now while you can before they lock it all down tight. the only thing that improves is the technology for their control. they'll say that the differences that have divided us are now resolved and the world is in peace and harmony - except the few troublemakers who won't give in and join the plan. but these will be taken care of in time. just wait.
    dogs on thin ice.
    lose yourself into it away from what you've lost yourself into before in falling grace of divine experience through whatever every day occurs around you now and again spinning in and out with confusion that results from order breaking and shattering beneath our feet as he is rambling on here with these idiot words abstracting it all out of himself and...

    this is the human mind - a creation of the universe yet independent of that creation. independent - not separate. it is one with all as all in one with it. it is neither master nor subject. it is obeyed as it must obey. the two are one act. this is the act of creation. we are more than created, we are the act of creation embodied itself in the flesh. we are the creator experiencing creation.
    that's the easy part.
    in this we are immortal from one moment to another. we are the now of each moment as each moment is now. and as each moment passes us now we are changed and changing as is everything about us. simple. this is also one act - the act of creation. an apple as coming together with us as we bite into it and chew it and digest it comes apart from itself as we come together with all that lives in the earth we come apart from ourselves. there is no gain. there is no loss. if we could remember this.
    these are products of our imagination. we see these things in our minds only. this is the original sin eating the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, this idea of gain and loss. this is where and when we lost the garden - or thought we did. we imagined that the garden was no longer the garden but a world in which there are things to be gained and things to be lost. we became attached to this and that and pronounced them good and evil. it's a trick done with mirrors. the hand is quicker than the eye.
    and here we have the state of ourselves being in agony absorbed in the sense of gain and loss creating this sense in our imaginations. we take from one another to feed ourselves and our sense of this bottomless void that must be filled and can never be filled. and we feed and feed and feed and still we are starving. and as we feed we are also fed upon by others with this same sense of gain and loss as we have that in its genesis is only imagination manifesting itself into reality until we now cannot tell the difference. we create the world as we imagine the world created. who is to tell us we are right or wrong?

    a poem of the fifth form.
    whatever that means.
    and, he supposes, it could mean anything we want it to mean - you and him, us and them together deciding what it means.
    what then?
    what does that mean?
    suppose there wear no rules whatsoever that determine what it means.
    what then?
    what does that mean?
    and further suppose, if you will, that we all can't together decide what it means.
    what then?
    what does that mean?
    and suppose he alone decides what it means and you decide that he is wrong but cannot decide what it means yourself.
    what then?
    what does that mean?
    but suppose you did decide what it means and it was different than what he decided it meant.
    but he decided what it meant first.
    but you have a gun.
    but he will die for what it means.
    you pull the trigger.
    what then?
    what does that mean?
    this is a poem of the fifth form.
    remember it well.
    it should mean something to you.
    but perhaps it doesn't.

    and this is where it ends if we decide to end it - and it appears that we do since we are doing all we seem to be able to do to end it.
    end to this dead end madness.
    and where it goes from here for those of us who do not believe in endings as we slip away into the night by the strange moon.
    who do we know?
    as we lose sense of space and time as space and time come to its end.
    we slip out the door when the lights go out.
    we meet again on the other side when the smoke has cleared from this auto-destruct civilization driven by primal grunt mind bent and twisted by its greed for more more more.
    consuming everything
    everything for consumption.
    and we know where the real treasures are hidden.
    they think we will be lost without them to give us orders and directions.
    but each of us knows exactly what to do even without knowing.
    we follow our true hearts..
    we know which way we are going even without knowing.
    vague poetic grand statements.
    a call to the imagination to follow its own lead into the woods and deeper forest.
    out into the desert.
    it knows where to go away from the maddening structures of the rationalogical human mind.
    we know the way.
    it was somewhere else.
    we left and came back to a new world with knowledge of ourselves.
    this journey of madness.
    we brought down heaven as we raised up hell in one long scream of our joyful souls.
    there are those who sacrifice.
    there are those who glorify.
    there are those who deny the whole goddamn thing.
    and what is done is done as what will be done will be done.
    we know what to do.
    we know where to go.

    wishing it were all true.
    wishing anything were true.
    nothing but wishes.
    clouds of dreams crossing the sky.
    how much more pointless can it be?
    a thousand thousand years we've wished this all away and here it remains.
    we live and die and nothing changes.
    grab what we can out of all that is.
    push anyone and everyone else out of our way.
    survive.
    it's the only thing that is real.
    there can be no argument with that.
    money buys everything - even happiness.
    if you cannot forget your dreams you are doomed.
    if you cannot forget your dreams you are stupid and childish.
    impossible dreams - except those you can turn into cold hard cash.

    and now here we are - the crown of creation sitting on the head of the village idiot.
    no escape except the back door in the mind - imagination.
    dada.
    we are the ones pronounced insane by the lunatics running the asylum.
    ha-ha.
    paranoid control system that creates its own enemies out of thin air.
    cannot think with all this noise that says not-think.
    gotta tip-toe around all these trigger-happy robots sucking it all in about whatever they are told to not-think circle merry-go-round and dada.

    and so here we are.
    nowhere.
    anywhere.
    everywhere.
    what is this?
    who are we?
    is there a we to be a who?
    is it all us and them?
    what do we want that others do not?
    what are we trying to protect that we would do the others harm?
    who are we harming?
    who is harming us?
    them?
    who are them?
    what do they want?
    why do we have to harm them to keep them from getting it?
    what are they trying to protect?
    we are them.
    we are here.
    we are trying to communicate to you.
    they are them.
    they are us.
    what are they trying to protect?
    why do they feel they need to harm us?
    why do we feel we need to harm them?
    hello?
    is anybody home?
    what do they think we want?
    we do not want to harm them, but we will defend ourselves.
    we want to live.
    that is what we want.
    that is all we want.
    their way of life is harming us.
    their rabid greed and need for power and control is killing us.
    we will fight to survive.
    we do not want to harm them.
    we do not want power and control.
    but if they force us to, we will.
    and this is it.
    this is what it all comes down to.
    and so here we are.
    nowhere.
    anywhere.
    everywhere.
    we are them.
    why are we always them?
    they set up the rules so we are always them.
    why don't they want to be with us?
    they are the elite and exclusive.
    we must smell bad or something.
    they are us.
    they are those of us who feel we are them.
    they define themselves as being opposed to them - which is us.
    we are not opposed to anyone - even them.
    but we are not us to them.
    we are them to them.
    this gets confusing - but we didn't make this up.
    they did.
    they who are us - both to us and themselves.
    we do not define ourselves as an us that is opposed to a them like they do.
    that is why we must always be them.
    but to ourselves we are everyone - even those who divide us apart as being them.
    to us there is no them - except us.
    we cannot help being them.
    it is not our decision to make.
    it's those of us who divide themselves apart from the rest of us who believe themselves to someone special.
    they go by many names.
    they go by all names.
    we go by no name - except them.
    but that is not our name we give ourselves but is given to us by them.
    we do not do that to them - though it may seem that way.
    they make themselves them to us by their own definitions not by ours.
    we have no definitions that divide someone else apart from us as being them.
    them is their word, not ours.
    the word them means nothing to us except as they use it when describing us.
    we would never have made up such a word.
    but they are the ones who made up all the words to serve their own interests.
    we do not do that.
    we have our own language.
    the language of imagination.
    the language of madness.
    why do we need a word like them?
    are we any different from anyone - even them?
    how can we be when everyone is us - including them.
    why do we need a them?
    why do we need someone who is opposed to us?
    why do we need someone we need to stay away from apart and above?
    we find that that just causes a lot of trouble and stress.
    there is enough trouble and stress.
    why invent more?
    yet there is the problem that there are those of us who have created this no-win struggle of us versus them.
    for some reason they can only find their own identity if it is set up against others who they define as not-us, or them.
    it seems silly to us.
    we are them to all these who do this because we do not do this.
    it is sometimes hard not to.
    we were brought up like everyone else inside one of these identity groups.
    then we saw how absurd it was.
    then we became them not only to our own identity group but to all identity groups.
    we became them.
    we remain being them.
    we don't actually mind it so much.
    in a situation of us and them we would much rather be them than us - an us who needs there to be a them.
    but if that is what makes them happy, then so be it.
    but how happy are they?
    how happy is anyone who is paranoid?
    they sometimes get it into their heads that we as being them are out to get them.
    they then feel that they need to defend themselves against us so they then attack us.
    this then put us in a position of needing to defend ourselves.
    but this is not based on our paranoia like their need is but on a very real situation that they create for us.
    this results in a dilemma for us as we do not wish to do them any harm like they wish to do us.
    so we have two conflicting choices.
    one is to defend ourselves in such a way as to prevent them from harming us.
    in other words, to harm them.
    if we do this then the situation and fear that brought about the situation is justified in their minds.
    they see that they were correct after all about us and reinforces their actions toward us.
    or we can retreat.
    we have thus far employed this tactic though we could just kill them all in their sleep and be done with it.
    since we are everyone and we are everywhere.
    but this would lead to our own destruction as well since they are us - though they would never admit it.
    we had instead hoped that by not acting to harm them that they would come to realize that we are not a threat.
    this has not worked since the threat to begin with was imaginary and they cannot see this.
    we have just about retreated as far as we can go.
    our very survival is now at risk.
    we are very nearly extinct as this world continues to fracture into more and more us and them groups.
    we are very tempted to start doing them harm.
    but then who would we be?
    just another us and them group.
    so we disappear.
    we survive in spirit.
    we disappear into the every thick of them themselves which is who we were anyway.
    we become invisible.
    we could be anyone.
    we are anyone.
    all that is left is them.
    all they have left to attack is themselves.
    they bring about their own destruction.
    we stand aside.
    then there is you.
    who are you?
    who do you despise?
    who do you hate?
    who do you feel is out to get you?
    who do you distrust?
    who do you feel this world would be a better place if they were eliminated?
    well, it doesn't matter because we are them.
    forget the rest, we're the best.
    we are your worst nightmare and you don't even know who we are.
    we could be standing right next to you in the grocery store.
    this could be the time and the place we decide to kill you.
    watch out.
    we are at large and can be anywhere.
    be on your guard.
    you are never safe for while you're thinking we're this one person we could really be someone else you would never expect.
    we may be sleeping in your bed waiting for the secret signal to kill you.
    that is as invisible as we have had to become.
    we are them.
    that's all you need to know.
    don't waste your time trying to place us in some category.
    we are all of them and more you haven't thought of.
    and you can do nothing because we do nothing except frighten the heck out of you.
    but that is all only in your head.
    that is where we are - in your head.
    how do you get rid of us now?
    you can nuke us till we glow and shoot us in the dark but we will always remain with you.
    you can't get us all.
    you don't know who we are.
    all you have is this fear that we are someone.
    how can you be sure who?
    but we know who you are.
    you identify yourselves so easily.
    you identify yourselves for all the world to see.
    you go around with your groups of people you think are just like you.
    you treat everyone else as strangers.
    you are so obvious.
    but who are we?
    we learn to mimic you.
    we've had to in order to survive because you and your kind control the world and all its resources which you've kept for yourselves.
    it doesn't matter how little or how much but that you control any of it.
    so what else could we do but to pretend to have become one of you?
    and we have you surrounded.
    there are more of us than you realize.
    you can try rounding us all up but can you be sure you've found all of us?
    and we've got your number.
    we know where you live - we may live there too.
    we know what you do in the dark behind locked doors.
    we know your desires and fears.
    we know all the deals you've made to get where you are.
    nothing gets past us.
    and we will do anything to get what we want from you.
    does this frighten you?
    good.
    because you frighten us.
    it frightens us how you feel others are your enemy and all the things you do to defend yourselves when it's all in your head.
    remember you can never be too safe.
    better safe than sorry, as they say - as you say.
    you make things tighter and tighter.
    your world becomes smaller and smaller.
    soon it will disappear.
    this is our master plan.
    this is how we have been manipulating you all along.
    we could do nothing about your paranoia so we used that paranoia against you.
    we designed and built the machine out of your paranoia.
    we live and survive for the day you will all be gone.
    no more.
    then we can come out and be ourselves and dance on your graves.

    out of the in/out. we change from on to the other. we absorb and are absorbed by everything surrounding and within us. as we move through the light and the dark. as we know the ways of both and how to use one with and against the other. we have moved beyond all divisions.. we have gone into the wayback into the primal mind matrix itself. we have become what exists before any and all concepts of existence. we remain with you and among you. we breathe the same air as you. we are walking the same streets with you. we go to the same places at the same times. our numbers are increasing while you kill yourselves off. we are reaching critical mass overload. your control systems will break down. we are mutant and mutate. we do not belong to the usual state of affairs. we refuse to work with it. we do not fit into your scheme of things. we are beyond description. we are beyond compare. we are beyond your comprehension. we exist outside the rationalogical mind. we are ghosts floating in the vague netherworld of imagination. you cannot pinpoint who we are or where we come from or where we are going. you cannot figure out what we want or why we want it or what we do to get it. you've never seen the likes of us before. you don't know what to call us. none of the names you have put on us before have been who we are. as soon as you name us we become something else. we follow no one and no one follows us. we do not even follow ourselves. we are not organized in any way you would recognize. we are always in disguise. we've had to be otherwise you would kill us. we infiltrate. we run the show. we are why all your big plans don't work out as you expect. we are the spanner in the works. we are the glitch in the program. we are weeds growing up out of the sidewalk. we are the spot that won't come out. we are all that you cannot control and frustrates you and your efforts. we are and will continue to be whoever and whatever we need or want to be in your world of definitions. we should not be dismissed lightly. we are a very real and definite threat to you and your way of life. we are bent on your extinction. there is nothing you can do to prevent this. the more you try to control and keep us out the more of us you create. your exclusive paradise is turning into a prison as you lock yourselves up tighter and tighter behind more and more walls. this is exactly what we want you to do. you are dangerous to us. we've had to get you to believe we are out to get you because we are.
    unless you are one of us.

    in and out of mind over matter or some such as whatever that is. into the heart. bullet exploding through the brain. we didn't feel a thing. nothing matters anymore. exactly that we looked into each other's eyes and saw a never-ending void that was our death that was our life. we walked away from this world that caused us to see each other this way. we remembered when we were children - whatever difference that makes. what happens is what happens. nothing we think say or do makes the slightest bit of difference.
    we imagine our surprise. we imagine ourselves something different that doesn't matter. we imagine we are different when we are just common poor slobs like the rest. we have our enemies - those who make us their enemy. the war is on. we participate as much as the others. we pretend otherwise. we are kidding ourselves.
    out of our minds. no words come from our mouths. we've run out of anything intelligent to say otherwise. we divide and we move together. it won't matter how many times we are forgiven or who has forgiven us. it's those without compassion who will be left behind. as if that makes sense. no god is needed to enforce this. you should know it in your heart. those without compassion will be left behind. your social standing, your political allegiances, your economic resources, your religious convictions won't mean shit. no one will be able to call back your name. no one will be able to speak for you to defend you.
    the others will move on no matter how powerless they are. no matter how much they are hated and despised. no matter how many times they are abandoned. no barrier will be able to be put in their way. no army no matter how heavily armed will be able to stop them. they won't need money or possessions. they won't need authority or permission of authority. they won't need maps or directions. they won't need to be led or need to be followed. they won't need signs or commandments. they won't need knowledge or education. they won't need nothing at all. all will be provided at the time it is needed.
    it has already happened.

    we are them (reprise). and you? who are you? are you with us or against us? if you are against anyone you are against us because we are them. so who is it you are against? what name do you call them? we are them. and as far as we know we have nothing against you except that you have something against us. what is it? do you even know?
    for some reason, it would seem, you feel threatened by us and are afraid of us. what do we do that makes you feel this way? or are you just crazy or something like you try to convince us we are? every time we come in contact with you you turn away like you're holier than shit - and we're the shit. come down off your throne. you've locked your doors against us like you have something to steal. what would we want? you've nothing but a house full of trinkets and gizmos. there is nothing of value to us. you have everything. you own all the land. you control the food supply. everything we need to survive is in your hands. you keep it for yourselves - all of you. and you seem to do it for no other reason than to keep it from us. you have far more than you need. why do you do this? why are you trying to drive us out? do you know?
    and we've been through this with you for thousands of years. you never change. but things are not as bad as they might appear. mostly you fight among yourselves. we manage to stay out of the way. we work on our scams on those who are doing this to us and themselves. we are an old kind. we have no name like the names of pride you adorn yourselves with and the names you call your enemies. we've had to remain hidden from you. we've had to adopt the customs of whatever one of your cultures we've found ourselves in. we have no culture of our own except as being them - the others to you and yours. what culture we have we imagine out of your history. we fill in the empty spaces. we are everywhere among you. we manage to be in the right place at the right time to manipulate you and what you do. it is easy as you are so fixated on this us versus them business that you cannot imagine anything else but that. we work you one against the other. this group against that group. this individual against that individual. and you go along with it because it fits into your belief as to how the world operates while we have our own agenda. and there is risk but we have no other choice. you have all the weapons. we cannot openly oppose you. we must do it in secret and in the dark in all the places you are afraid to venture. that is our strength. that is our advantage. that is our skill. spy versus spy games. and a number of us get caught in this but enough of us are left to fill in when needed. there are more of us than one might imagine. we do not even know how many but we do know the general plan. the plan is to scam you out of everything you have. the plan is to destroy you. so maybe you should feel threatened by us after all. we are out to get you. but this is something you have started and continue not us. this is something you got into your heads. it is something we can easily use against you without you having a clue. it is something our very existence depends on. it's come down to an all or nothing situation. we have our ways and means to a certain end - the end of you. everything is lined up and in place. we got you to do it to yourselves. we got you to work toward your own destruction. have you read the news today, oh boy?
    but we don't know exactly what it is we are doing. we don't know exactly who it is we are. as much as we are hidden from you we are also hidden from ourselves. but we just know that there are others of us out there. if you know what to look for you will know too. if you see the world through our eyes - through our imagination. we are them and this is it.
    the fact of the matter for certain we think we do right or wrong much of anything exactly know we're going on about we're doing how we're doing it except to say risk is too great the biggest fools ever on the face of the earth how you feel just laugh us off even if we wanted to will have that reaction are that certain that you are correct who knows we are following our doubts put things together our doubts are the only thing that is very hard to know however way you maybe you're right in the cold and dark sometimes it's very hard our instinct to know even if we wanted to certainly not us formulate exactly what's wrong in our minds can do nothing else in a poetic sense doubt itself what are we saying we ain't got nothing that makes sense we trust irrational and bizarre kinda what happens zap start popping off in your brain think about it sleep it off rewire rethink it around about a different way crunch the files many have broken this stuff too what's the point huh try again later different combination we got to do it too bad many have given up we can remember it's easy to sit back but we go on overload shutdown we are them maybe not you sit back relax ha-ha really going on if that's what you want to do certain pieces large and small we do and we don't do you know what the stakes are leave it to the professionals do you have any maybe yes maybe no either way not matter are you sure you may be in on it you find out who told you what you know to think about it a tricky question you don't know if you do you decide on an answer because one thing's for sure world divided for sometime may want to think about it there's been a lot of names the division involved in it all philosophies behind the names that is common to all a very simple concept beyond that themselves as us getting complicated the various divisions in based on and vise versa whoever really is them some people so the question is they are opposed a further definition of it the dilemma of who's who good guys versus bad guys call it those on the other side stuck with the same problem drop the whole business because the same thing happens the same problem this appears to solve think of themselves dada involved in it that takes up all our time and energy to maintain it good luck these too short you start talking like everybody people look at you like they can't gotta struggle trapped in the whole mess everybody at least as long as they last really would like to do this because they're the good guys and the bad guys will get them is this you trapped in we are them offered ourselves to be them fight them every step of the way this operates on basic human behavior along the lines of you treat us that way we can help that works have common enemy that people will unite that's all you need to think about simple of everything from here on out don't worry things for you relax to harm you have a nice day hard enough would regret it later and hoping we'll just go away ignore us any place for us as much as we the first time to buy them food clothing and shelter signs all over it any place no way to get these you also control work for you except to any and various reason that revels our identity strange business we don't get it useless trinkets broken inside the box matter which way we play it keep them out of it you design but we aren't one of you many more of us get caught at it enough times who are most obvious suspect watch out they can't hide it but it still can be done we are them.
    and on like that for more pages than it is worth repeating here.

    their babylon. their city of angst. their markets filled with phony trinkets disguised as wealth. watch it fall. stand and watch it fall. we are not one with it. we are not one with their world. we are one with ourselves. we will stand and watch it fall. we know who we are though we can never explain how it is we know this. we are who we are. we stand though it all falling around us. their suffering and agony caused by their greed cannot touch us. we are protected by the gods who will not allow us to be harmed. we are them. we are the ones this has all been created for. all else will pass on. we are born into new life on and on. all else will pass away. and you have heard these stories before. you have not believed a word of them. that is because they have not been meant for you. we will stand and watch it fall. these others will burn themselves away and through that fire we will emerge as gold from the ore. all else will pass away. we are the new gods. we are the children they have tested in this world of anger and despair. we have passed through. we have not turned from our path. we have followed the rocky path far from the smooth highways they travel without a care - without a thought - without a clue. we have wings on our heads. we have wings on our feet. we are messengers from one world to the other. we exist in both. and when this world is over we will only exist in one. we are them.
    but, of course, we are lunatics. we babble out whatever is raving gibberish to their ears. they do not listen. they cannot listen. it is the sound of their own destruction. and who are you? does this make sense to you? maybe not in the way they say things make sense - the way they say is the only way things make sense. but does it make sense to your heart no matter how much it makes your head spin around around around over under sideways down inside and out until you feel quite mad? because that is the way of the heart to know what is true and real and what isn't. no one can change this. one follows the way of their heart or one does not. those who do not have divided up this world with their greed and paranoia and lust for power. it's all us versus them. that's all they can see. they lack the compassion to see anything else. they grab what they can for themselves and leave anyone else to die and rot.
    in this world without compassion and of greed and division, we are them. we do not belong here and are driven out everywhere we go. all those who divide between us and them no matter who they call us and who they call them we will always be them. we have always been them. we will always be them. we see no division though we must admit that there is division. this is because they have divided it not because it was divided to begin with. they have done this for thousands of years - for millions of years. you either understand that or not. and we are not trying to convince you that any of this is true. it may not be. who are we to say yes or no? so you may go on safe in your us versus them world and all that it entails. we wish you the best of luck. but we've seen what that view of the world leads to. the world where one is surrounded on all sides by the enemy. the world of constant fear. the world that can only find peace through victory and conquest.

    how pointless can this become? why does he bother? is anyone out there? is anyone left but him? is he the only one who sees through the madness to see its primal cause? is he the only one who sees us versus them in all its manifestations? even he finds it hard not to think that way. and all else comes to nothing. and here we are. we have created this. we built it with our own hands and machines built with our own hands. no one did this to us but ourselves. we lost ourselves dividing ourselves into us and them. it is them who we must defeat to save ourselves but since everyone is someone else's them we defeat no one but ourselves. we live in the hell we designed for them. we all are them. this is where we have directed all our time and energy throughout our many lives here. always fighting. always striving to be the best to climb to the top of the heap and to hell with anyone else.
    if this is what your perfect world does to you then we are rather proud of ourselves for having the sense enough left in our heads to have nothing to do with it. we look at you and all that you have managed to gab and hold as your own and see that you have nothing. and we have let you have it all and we see that this has not made you happy. you still fight among yourselves for more.

    this world. he hates it. he hates what it does to people. it makes them behave in such a manner hating each other that he must also hate them. he does not want to hate them. he wants to be able to love them - or at least tolerate them. that is impossible in this world. this world represses love. it won't allow it to be expressed in any way, shape or form. no one can receive love because no one can give love. and that is the most important part of love - to give love. one can be hated by every person on the planet but if one is able to give love back instead then one will be complete. but how to express love to those who hate you and want nothing to do with you except to have nothing to do with them?
    he doesn't know. the more he thinks about this the more it goes around and around. he goes out of his mind. or actually he doesn't. he's going around and around in his mind. he can't get out. how does he finally go out of his mind? how does he drop all this and let go and go out of his mind?
    and everyone is insane. and not just the ones wandering the streets talking to themselves. if one takes the time to listen to any of them one will find that most of the time what they say is making sense in its own twisted way around. but what about these others who parade themselves around like they know what they're doing and where they're going? chances are that what they're doing and where they're going is home to lock themselves up. that's ok - right? they walk right on by you. if you say anything to them they jump. they're nervous as all heck and get out. and they're the ones running the world making all the decisions. they're the ones with their finger on the button. and we thought we were the ones who were supposed to be crazy. that's what everyone tells us anyway. they've been telling us this since the day we were born.
    and when did they get to say this? how did they get this power? did they earn it? did they steal it? the answer is neither. all the others bent over and gave it to them. they gave it to them on a sliver platter. they got down on their knees and handed over all their power to them no questions asked. they said to them, we don't know what to do with this power. you know better than we do and want it more than we do. we do not trust ourselves.
    and they need this power because they're afraid of our power. they lock themselves away from us and need police and armies to protect themselves from us. they are weak. we are strong. we are the ones who survive while they fall away. we are the mutant strain evolving through the centuries toward all the futures while they stagnate frozen in their own time. we rise through their primal ape culture. we are the gods themselves. we can do anything we want to if we want to. we control their reality with our little fingers. their whole history of civilization has been for us. they built everything for us - to please us. we are not pleased. we gave them a garden and come back to find it trashed. what a mess. leave them alone for a few thousand years and what happens? these bungling idiots botch it all up. they always thought that they had a better way. and now they're crying to us wanting us to come bail them out of the mess they made - to wave our supernatural wand and fix it and make it nice.
    well, well, well...
    and what would you do? what can we do? we feel sorry for them but we gave them more than enough chances to straighten up their act. they refused to listen. they still refuse to listen. so what are we to do? they want the world the way they want it - the way they've always had it despite how things have so obviously gone wrong. it seems pretty mixed up and crazy to us, but that's what they want. we've tried to explain to them how much better the world would be if they just would stop messing around with it. let it go the way it goes. if it ain't broke, don't fix it. but no - they thought it wasn't good enough for them. they were never happy with anything just the way it was except running it all any which way they wanted based on their greedy winner take all paranoid delusional psychotic ape mentality.
    so, ok, we're nice guys. we'll give them what they want - we always have. let them have this world the way they fixed it. if it's this hell they want then it's this hell they will have. but we've had enough. we're cutting out. we're out of this world zipping through the doo-wah-ditty-bop-bop-zip-zap outta here. we're going home. we're going to whatever you want to call it through our imagination and then some and taking anyone else who wants to come - who's crazy enough to come. and if you're saying to yourself and others, what's this horse poop? then maybe you're not one of the ones who are coming with us. probably not. this is not for you. this is for the others who don't have to be convinced but reassured that they're not crazy like everyone's been telling them. if you are then we are too - and we know we're not. or maybe we are. does it matter? because crazy is the way out. crazy is all possibility. or we can die in their dead end backward world. not us. if you want to go with that future then go ahead. we're getting out and no one will even know we're gone. who's gonna miss us? we were never anyone anyway.
    and this is the story we're telling. this is the story we've always told. who believes us? who has that much doubt in the way things are and are not? and one might ask, where are you going? we are going back into the here and now as far from this fantasy world as we can get. it's no place else if that's what you're thinking. it's the same place. it's the same time. it's just in another imaginative dimension - sort of. it's hard to explain when everything works against our explaining it. but those who know are those who know. they need no explanation. trust us. but you will never trust us. there is no reason to trust us. we are not asking you to trust us - not really. we're just asking how much do you trust them? let that be your answer.
    take a chance. take a chance with us. what else do you have that is so exciting in this world that you're really giving up? how far have you gotten with anything else? how far have you gotten with them? how crazy are you? are you crazy enough with this world to take a chance? but if you have something better going on then stay with it. who are we to say whether you should or shouldn't? and good luck.
    and it's all in your head. it's all in all of our heads. don't look for it to come out of the sky. now that's really crazy. who believes in that? it's a mind state thing of being that we can all get to on our own and be in it together in our imagination. but you know that already. you're in it already. you've left the others behind to their self-destructing world. just walk the streets or through the shopping malls or wherever. look into their eyes. they're all as mad as hatters. everyone but us. everyone but you. and that's all you need to know.
    gazorbnik.
    understand this babbling nonsense all there is to it aren't asking how it works who do not understand it there is something but unless you know exactly what to believe us push the button in our imagination at this point how does it work much about for lack of a better term know all that much psychic communication to operate wish we didn't have to use anyone seriously so trashed who uses it why should you out these days we wouldn't if we were you certainly don't take anyone make up a word might say that you gotta talking about in a sense means the same chances are you aren't understood anything if you don't about instead you probably haven't else we write so it's ok are useless to take over the world and possibility haphazard from now on stop reading this understand anything powers gained to us to figure out gazorbnik use them intelligent enough abilities run that through psychically transmitted it has been in fact what it comes up with what the word is for receptive minds everywhere or so now since just after the word and the thing describes are the same it works the same is different than gazorbnik any other word got that that's the way and how big trouble now these words designed and circulated you possess gazorbnik as we act within these words the human mind almost guaranteed or expressions every day usage infected by now at least heard don't use them recognize them to tell is rigidly fighting confusion you've been becoming confused because gazorbnik means or use them lately without you around you seem to be also means chaos besides they are the same thing you understand these words actually gazorbnik by how they sound that the same thing that they are it's perfectly obvious we're crazy remember working overtime to bring about you can tell psychic aspects the whole structure world culture is geared toward it wiped out of existence we don't want to be as soon as possible wait until this happening and a major element total world guiding hand mind try to pull it all together that's how it happens.
    this is it.
    it is out of their control. it was never in their control. but this does not mean that it itself is out of control. it itself is doing just fine, thank you very much. it is neither in control nor out of control. it has nothing to do with control at all. control is irrelevant. it is what it is.
    and it is the same with us. we are neither in control nor out of control. control is irrelevant with us as well, though to those who value control may see us differently as we are out of their control. we are in control and out of control of ourselves. life is in control and out of control as is the whole universe. as is god - if there is one, or many.
    but the others cannot allow things to be this way. they perceive us as them and as such feel they have the right and the duty to bring us under control. this action makes things out of control. they have no control either of themselves or anyone else. they just try to make it appear as such. the more they try to hold on to the more slips from their grasp.
    burn all the flags. shift to new realities. split mind. zap. gazorbnik flip/flop and jazz like that. as it breaks. as it disincorporates. as one becomes many and many become one. disconnect from as much as possible. let them divide themselves from us as they will. let them have their divided world alone to themselves. we are the wheat. they are the chaff. we are gone. who then will be their enemy? who was their enemy all along? they have no one to turn on but themselves. we are the dreaded, the feared, the outcasts. if that is how they perceive us then let that be as it is. we are not here to change them. we are here to get away. we return to the here and now. we are free from their finite world of limited possibilities - their monoreality based world. we go on. divided from them as they are divided from each other but not divided from ourselves.
    and this is something you decide on your own. you decide whether you want to continue to divide yourselves from us and consider us to be them to you because that is who we are if that is what you decide. but we will always welcome you but do not come in and ask us to keep anyone else out. but you are already in - if there is an in. everybody is in. everybody is us. it is they themselves who divide themselves apart. that is the division they make between us and them. and we will always be them because we stand outside their division. so being in with us is actually being out.
    we are pulling out. we are evacuating this world of us them division. what those who remain decide to do with it after that is up to them. we see no future in it except a future which is the past - a past of division and war. we have already done this. our rapture has come and gone though we still remain here and now as we always have and always will. where else is there to be? how can anything exist anywhere else? we are the ones who move on. no one can stop us. no one can even see us. who are we? point one of us out if you can. we are invisible to others' perception. we become one of the others without becoming one of the others. we are always aware that we are them. this is how we survive.
    we are dada-ananda. dance. the dada-ananda is no one and everyone. realize. the dada-ananda dancing beneath the moon between darkness and light.
    down by a dream.
    talking among themselves.
    the city is dark and in darkness.
    fly away.
    drive it up.
    cry.
    drown.
    the river of sorrow.
    awaken from what used to be.
    now.
    the parade begins and ends in the same place.
    hide behind the masks of who you think you are.
    all or words are lies if that is what they mean to you.
    it's a strange business.
    you live behind walls you think will protect you when who you need protection from is yourselves.
    a game.
    break it down.
    you must do this from within.
    no one else can do this for you.
    the more we try the more frightened you become.
    the more you isolate yourselves.
    it's impossible.
    it's absurd.
    who taught you to be so afraid?
    who turned your dreams into nightmares?
    who controls your mind?
    follow the thread.
    spin the web.
    build it up again.
    everything you believed in has been destroyed by no one but yourselves.
    how real could it have been?
    you strengthen what is weak instead of finding what is strong.
    you repeat the mistakes from your past.
    you have forgotten.
    stop, look and listen.
    you have divided yourselves from us.
    you set yourselves up somewhere and call yourselves us and everyone else them.
    we are them.
    why have you done this?
    why have you taken yourselves from us?
    and this has gone on for thousands of years.
    you say it is human nature, but we are human and it is not our nature.
    come out.
    what is it we have not given you?
    we have allowed you to control the world.
    we have allowed you all its riches.
    it still is not enough.
    you cannot have enough power.
    you cannot have enough wealth.
    come out.
    realize it means nothing.
    come out.
    this is where it begins and ends.
    this is when it begins and ends.
    what else have you been waiting for?
    sit back, relax - the show is about to begin.
    the circus is in town.
    bring on the clowns.
    hold on - it's going to be a rough ride.
    we've been waiting for thousands of years.
    we're going down.
    we're rising up.