I met the universe, he says his name is "twinkle doom"

That makes sense about the people who have traveled between cultures. I completely agree. And I think it is a blessing to not be one of the herd, even though it’s painful at times. As far as the insanity stamp goes, I keep thinking about how the prophets of any age are always marginalized if not killed. My son sees zombies, nuclear desolation, etc. and if that is not prophetic insight regarding these times, then what is? But of course it feels much safer to dismiss these concerns as “crazy” so that one can live in the comfortable culture-bubble that has been created for them. And anyone who says otherwise will scare them, and must be dealt with.

“Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you…”

That’s a good description, but where is the fool? To get poetic -

fool’s off in eternity; rest of them are stuck in place and time, dreary, disaffected. never did reallly understand why…

You’re not alone in this, me and my friends have made insane-type of music, video clips, novels and books from that type…we had lots of fun, I know that common people don’t appreciate that but there are people like u and me…I even have an obsession in physics and share u that point of view about our superficial education but I think it’s up to us to change their thinking. Did you use mathematics to prove your theories and formulated your ideas?

nope, no math, i got an issue with math, i can do it if i have to but i choose not to, costs me all kinds of mental processing power i prefer to use in other ways. i don’t know exactlyhow much money i have or what my budget is, have a vague idea that i can keep taking at a certain rate with out breaking things - that’s all, almost zero math in my life and consciousness. Refusal.

Hegel taught me in philosophy of nature, that i only need a pictorial represntation, a “Vorstellung” (i got a left lung, a right lung and a vortel lung!" no math needed just to communicate simple visual understanding of the universe around us, that’s the conceit hegel taught me.

my dad was a math teacher. he home schooled me. he taught me not to get bogged down in the details. he said son, all the other kids will be working out the long division, doing all the math and trying to get the details, and the answer is multiple choice; why don’ you just skip all the processing and just estimate, look 6 is about 5 and it goes in to 76 well 75 is close to 76 and it’s easy enough to do 5 into 75 so just do it quick, guess, and move on.

not sure he meant for me to take it to the level in life of non involvement with numerics completely, but hey, i take what i felt like from my early education, scrapped alot of dross of the 60’s and doctor spocks world of child abuse (dr spock’s kid we now know committed suicide, and daniel schraber, a marvellous schizophrenic at the turn of the century, was the son of dr schreber who invented the screber method of raising children in the late 1800s in germany, a torture chair for one thing, and they created monsters systematically - hegel goethe fitche shelling nietzche and a bunch of other powerful minds that came along as contemporaries of each other.

honestly i get my ideas from talking to demons and aliens about things that humans seem to have no clue about, so i am the human on the planet bringing in the ideas, but it’s not like i work them out, i just ask exotic creatures, whether they are figments of my own subconscious or aliens and demons, or the CIA tapping in on electronics, whatever, they got some interesting entertainment info out there, can’t resist staying up outside all night and listening to the universe sometimes.

I was like u, I felt that I would be wasting a lot of energy on something that is not worth it, and I hated math but loved science since I can remember…I was completely wronge, I was so bad in math and I didn’t realize how magical it is, and the only way to prove my physics theories is through math.

http://www.psychforums.com/poetry-corner/topic107866.html
way more of that kind of thing

Grand Project I’m in!

I stand tall like a giraffe seeing all across the land on the moon only to look down and swoon to the crow that cocked in the morning I awoke only slightly groggy to see a crumbling world around me surrounds me like a blanket in the sea I’m in a spa ahhh it all feels so good I want more! Than a mountain that I sit atop spewing words like a volcano I erupt and and fall upon your world seeping into and filling your veins like an addict it remains to be seen if you can get clean from the words that seem to be imaginary play with your thoughts like an instrument a violin! Understand it I cannot understand to be understood but maybe under some wood a frog chirps and sings his song like an artist starving in the night working on a piece that will never finish. The coffee table. Always in the middle but never the topic of discussion always looses me I get lost and illusions seem to surround me floundering drowning catch a breath until I pull the chain and then comes the drain! Spiral downwards the water leaves me like a tree so wintery how to finish? Where to start?

i’ve been trying to get clean for a long time, i go to language anonymous meetings, we don’t get up and talk, we just practice non action, but also we practice mysterious action, which can be hillarious; it happens at the san francisco zoo, when i get a chance to get out there and spend the afternoon. the frog works hard, and yeah he’ll never finish. the only language spoken at language anonymous meetings : “language bad, allergic to thought, the greak black sz is beyond all talking about.” Finish? Start? (I love when poetry ends in a question mark, i take it as fill in the blank) Shut that violin down!

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I can’t I won’t that violin I enjoy when i play in my mind all day! :slight_smile: words spurt out when they get the chance to come about, they creep in pictures places, describe them while I listen to the distant violin. Spine tingling other people are mingling fluttering butterflies flee at the sight of me. I’m sorry to intrude, I say, didn’t mean to be rude, in any way! Confused and stranded on an island abandonded my shipmates left me without a second thought. Think too much you become distraught, free write I feel free like a bird accepted I’ve found my flock.

The term UNI-verse is a bit misleading.

In the world of religion, there is said to be another side to the universe, known as the afterlife side or the spirit world. In the world of physics, on the other hand, only the physical side is being examined, hence the name, physics.

Both of these fields of interest are currently incomplete. If either one was complete in exposing the truth, there would be no room for the other. Only if incompleteness is present can both exist at the same time.

The inside of reality is that which is limited to the present time only. The outside is the side which covers all time other than the present time only. Thus the laws of physics on the outside are different that the laws on the inside, since the inside does not extend across time as does the outside.

Now since the dumb dumb’s, aka the physicists, do not include the laws of physics on the outside, they are totally mystified when it comes to things such as Particle/Wave behavior, Action at a Distance, Entangled Pairs, Delayed Quantum Choice, etc. In each of these cases, the laws of physics on the outside come into play.

But the dumb dumb’s, aka the physicists, leave the “other side” to the religious folk, meaning they confine it to the context of religion only.

Thus Science and Religion are currently being accepted by the minds of today, but the vision of the two combined is not being accepted.

Thus a split minded condition currently exists. Using the combined Greek words skhizein (σχίζειν, “to split”) and phren- (φρήν, φρεν-; “mind”), thus meaning “split mind” or “split personality”, I will refer to this currently ongoing condition as, “Schizophrenia”.

Hi Wonderdonkey,
I have been crying all morning, read your poem and just loved it.
If that’s what schizophrenia does then what a wonderful aspect that is of it.
Especially enjoyed the mini moon calming the waters and the tulip of consciousness lines.
It’s so full of gems that I will have to dive into it for another swim amongst the word-salad.

Twinkle-doom, bubble-smooth.
i’m in love with the existence and the destiny of the universe all around me.
and i pray for science to become enlightened,
and for humanity to relax, and fall into the perfection of mystery and wonder.

Poison darts of hope and despair spin in the cyclic kitchen,
but the mystery sky is alive;
Bird the picnic, pancake the wonder;
the picture sits still and the lemons disolve.

-wonderdonkey

for those that say my sentences don’t make sense:
“Twinkle doom” is the name of the character that is talking to me and calling himself the universe.
“Bubble smooth” is a nickname of admiration i give him.
the “poison darts” in the mind of man are silly but spinning in his head,
forget it; heaven is here, right above us, call it down as a bird to a picnic,
call it down to crush the wonder all around you that’s distracting you
into a pancake the way heaven crushes the hair-do’s of modern women,
their 60’s bee hives crushed by the weight of the universe into the flat hairstyles everywhere today on women, while the opposite has taken place for the men, sounds like the universe bird of high pressure has chosen to alight on the lady’s head, for some reason.
so bird the picnic and pancake the wonder is colorful universe language for call on heaven,
cause hey, the spirit of beauty and understanding can sit down in stillness to settle his spirit and circulate his pneuma. And while he does that, the lemons on the lemonade stand will disolve into the ether… right?

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The truth that Christianity missed.