Song I. That’s Where The Nature Goes

Lyrics:

I went on down to the river, to see if the water was low,

it wasn’t even there because they didn’t even care, so now there’s a shopping mall.

I went on down to the lake, to see if I could get a fish,

I didn’t even know, but the lake it had to go, so they could put a prison in.

[chorus]

and thats where the nature goes.

Government and big brand stores.

And thats the way it is, snakes don’t always hiss,

and that’s where the nature goes..

[end chorus]

I went on down to the forrest, to see if I could get some shade;

they chopped it all down, I guess the trees were too loud, and the wealthy rich elitist gets paid.

I went on down to the stream, cos I wanted to skip some stones,

its now a train track, but 3 ft to the left, they would have left my stream all alone.

[repeat chorus]

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-Jack

mind-travels

Young Man: What if one could travel by mind? Would we seize work here and remain there? And where is better to be, if so? Here or there?

Old Man: I suppose wherever one learns and evolves the most, is the best place to be.

Young Man: And if one escapes this life and the body dies?

Old Man: The mind still travels.

hungry dog

Old Man: If a dog eats a rabbit, some care not much, and some are frightful of it, but neither side typically blames the dog, lest we are dealing with the low iQ.

Young Man: It is just a situational thing and not a feeling-thing that we do not blame the dog, perhaps?

Old Man: Yes, situationally we know that nature is dark. And a scoundrel. And a rabid hyena that laughs with the gazelle’s blood dripping from his God-Given mouth in order to remain living.

Young Man: 

self reflections

Old Man: The desire to control is in all, you know?

Young Man: I do see it in myself, the yearning for a situation to go my way; the stupidity of a friend’s thoughts and the yearning to force them to see how I see. I do see myself, and the habitual controls.

Old Man: Now I want you to imagine being a multi-millionaire, and what you could easily become without the correct reflection & self-conviction.

Young Man: Monsters are easily bred.

poison IV

Young Man: So you are saying that the desire to control outweighs the desire for the dollar?

Old Man: A dollar? A dollar is the supplementation of control. 

Young Man: What is this control-itch, and where does it derive from?

Old Man: I suppose it is the itching to play God, and it spreads it’s corruption even worse than poison ivy would if poison ivy had a man’s mind.

Young Man: Control is the poison in the IV of Man.

self conviction saves

Old Man: A wiseman called Thomas Hardy had said that “The main object of religion is not to get a man into heaven, but to get heaven into him.” And you may even say that the only way to get into heaven is to get heaven into you here, firstly, in order to go. Seems most deserving, considering the mansion.

Young Man: But how is this attainable?

Old Man: A brushing up of the venial sins of the mind is a solid place to start.

God-Chat

Old Man: People don’t need belief in a God, they need relationship with a God – and that’s a difficult attaining, because people are uncomfortable to stir up a chat with a Deity that they know not-if exists. It is an embarrassing matter for them, to talk out-loud to the invisible; or even quietly in their own private head — their simple ‘belief’ does not hold-up in their very own court.

Young Man: But many do believe.

Old Man: But many do not speak-to & listen-for with patient-Faith. And people, too, believe in Bigfoot. It is not hard to do, and I would even argue that reciting the ABC’s is more a difficult task than it is to believe in a thing.

Young Man: Damn.

pulpit-revolt

 Young Man: If the pulpit twists and turns with the subtle-secret ideological-agenda of the government to turn the believers into sheeple, where is the religion?

Old Man: In the ideology that uses the pulpit to move it.

Young Man: And what ideology is that?

Old Man: I know not and can only imagine, but whatever it is, it is cult, and not religious-ideal, as cults seek to control and cull their followers, whilst religion ought to be freeing them.

cult-era

Young Man: But what happens when religion halts attempted fulfillment of the present moment, and promises it only after death?

Old Man: Naturally, people turn away and begin to drop like flies.

Young Man: And then what?

Old Man: The tiny seeds of cults begin sprout.

karma

Dark Knight: I’ve turned my back on the King. We call this going dark, although, the King is the dark one and full of many black magicks.

Red Knight: Is this why you wear black?

Dark Knight: Tis. And your red armor is symbolic of what?

Red Knight: I am on my way to slay the King.

Dark Knight: Perfect, for I could not bear my heart to kill, and so I had just spiked his chalice with opium before I left to flee.

Red Knight: Karma is a team player.

smart human & a hearing human

 Smart Human: But, with technology we’re like a societal ant-farm unseeingly squeezed behind two glass panels, where every single crevice of life is simply seen from the outside of the looking glass.

Hearing Human: But who’s looking in?

Smart Human: The ones who gave us the technology.

a bug’s life

Mark Twain: The people are living a bug’s life while the cockroaches in control are stuffing their faces with cakes & ale and are fighting over Titian art pieces. How do you do it, Luci?

Lucifer: I don’t. Reflection of Self in others is within the mind to do already, and so roaches or not, these many races of many bugs reflect their own goodnesses into the vile ones in control of Oz.

blame-games

Satan: The fruit was sweet enough to seduce Eve, and Eve was sweet enough to seduce Adam with it.

Mark Twain: Even you are playing blame-games, Satan? The apple’s sweetness did not seduce Eve; but ’twas the sweetness of your very voice that is as angelic as an archangel’s that had done it. And who could blame them?

many minions

Lucifer: My minions are such minions that they worship and respect the one who destroys them.

Mark Twain: I would call you brilliant and full of gnosis and all of that jazz, Luci, but it must not be so hard to do, considering you just described all of the people in the world and their governments; that are ran by your very own stupid minions.

king revolt

Fly: You think that you are king because you are capable of destroying us flies?

Frog: It’s not a thought, but a fact, you peasant.

Fly: Though many of us may be in a slumber, not all are ill-prepared. Release the bees.

[and just then, a small but passionate mass of horseshoe flies surrounded a honeybee hive hung to a branch that hung above the the frog’s lily, and dropped it on the King.]

Show #40 – My Profane Use of the Word ‘Devil’.

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Show #40 – My Profane Use of the Word ‘Devil’.

 

In this show, I do my duty to come out and explain my profane use of the word ‘Devil’. There are no feelings in Philosophy, and so I am only a studier of Scale, and this scale is the scale of Light & Dark qualities that are used in each one of us everyday. This is the scale that must be studied in order to do what Christ said, and “Know thyself”.

Show #39 – The Schizophrenic Synchronicity Process 

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Show #39 – The Schizophrenic Synchronicity Process

 

In this show, I touch shortly on what a synchronicity is, which is simply a coincidence (co-opted incident) that makes perfect sense; but this show is not focused on what a synchronicity is, as much as it is focused on the Spiritual Present Process of espying synchronicity, and the schizophrenic mind-state that you develop as a part of a Perfected Process to learn & train you on the organic distinguishing of the symbols of the room that eventually leads to a moment-by-moment realm of communicating symbols from Miss Universe.

Show #38 – Shadow Processes of The Saintly Road

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Show #38 – Shadow Processes of The Saintly Road

 

In this show, I make the high mountain attempt at a devilish dive into the processes of The Shadow. This shadow, that all possess, is the possession of the world – and an aspect of the world, and the world of yourself, that must be comprehended, spectated, understood, and eventually met with for a balanced state of being.

Show #37 – The Anima & Animus


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Show #37 – The Anima & Animus

 

In this show, I burgeon an attempt at explaining the Anima/Animus as simplistically, and commonly, as I can. These 2 traits, one can call, the 2 essences of the Self. Anima is a Passive trait; animus is the Active trait. They are 2 opposites that must be balanced within the psyche in order for your nature to be completed and Unified, according to Carl Gustav Jung – the genius mystic.

Show #36 – Reincarnative, Heavenly, Hellish & a bit Purgatorial

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Show #36 – Reincarnative, Heavenly, Hellish & a bit Purgatorial

 

In this show, I discuss a couple of the misconceptions regarding reincarnation. I also relate the principles of reincarnation to the end-game of attaining to Heaven – and then I dive into the veins of that Heavenly Body, and attempt to form a better & brighter grasping of the common, and usually dreary, idea of Heaven. Within this, also, I discuss Hell as a cleansing method for dirty souls, and speak a bare amount on Purgatory – which is where we all are.

-Jack

Show #33 – The Unconscious Self

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Show #33 – The Unconscious Self

 

In this show, I dive into the subconscious, and how to eye it out, and befriend it in relationship. It is too mysterious to understand in a worded bio here. So, please listen up, and enjoy my struggles in my suggestion of this suggestive subconscious subject of my mind-sphere of space.

-Jack

Show #32 – Prayer-Power

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Show #32 – Prayer-Power

 

Let’s talk about prayer.. in this show, I dive into a, kind of, estranged part of prayer that goes rarely used, and is typically unknown or hidden occultly beneath the dark stained dirt of muddy Guilt. When you supersede your guilt, you supersede your Self.

Show #31 – For All of The Lost [Jack’s Journey]

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Show #31 – For All of The Lost [Jack’s Journey]

 

In this show, I speak on someone I rarely speak on – myself. I wanted to attempt a simplification of a long multi-layered journey that I had experienced – in 38min. This journey is The Journey that created me, and all that I am now; although, I will thank my childhood journey, as well, as that is the past that has lead to my present. I hope that you enjoy, and I hope that you get some understanding of the example that I had presented of myself. I am the epitome of a soul who was Lost and Found.

Therefore, this show is for all of The Lost.

-Jack

Show #27 – Confession of a Jack O’Lantern

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Show #27 – Confession of a Jack O’Lantern

 

In this painful show, I am in much pain, as I have just been through a minor surgery. I decided to experiment with a recording, being in pain, being on pain-pills, and having had quite a transformative experience within these fires of brimstone & Luciferian Hell. I have a confession; this is the genuine Confession of a Jack O’Lantern.

Blessings to the Body.

Show #26 – Prometheus & the Akashic Records

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Show #26 – Prometheus & the Akashic Records

 

In this show, I go with a flow towards many differing places that relate. I begin by summarizing the tale of Prometheus (forethought) & Epimetheus (afterthought), and their creation of animals & humans, and the intellectual fire that Prometheus has stolen and given to us. I then dip my feet into the Akashic Records, which is a recording of All Happenings in Time (events, emotions, intentions, desires, wisdoms, knowledges of all man) that may be accessed through Zen meditation called Mushin (no mind) from the Mental Plane. I explain how to simply access the Akashic Records, which is not brain-surgery, and I speculate bewilderingly where my own thoughts derive from. I then tie all of this into the steady flowing river of The Tao in Taoism, and dive into the stream of synchronicity; a Clarity Realm derived from the Mental Plane where physical “coincidences” are acknowledged (Mentally), and are moment-by-moment presented to you. Blessings & I hope you enjoy.

 

-Jack

Show #25 – The 3 World Views & Kirtimukha

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Show #25 – The 3 World Views & Kirtimukha

 

Within this show, I go over 3 World Views:

  • The Chinese Organic Organism View
  • The Western Architect/Ceramic View
  • The Hindu Theatre/World Play View

Then I tell the mythological tale of Kirtimukha, and how we need to accept ourselves as Devourers of Life – so long as we still are eating..

Show #24. The Cause of The Blur

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Show #24. The Cause of The Blur

 

In this show, I speak on this simplistic equation garnished for us within the wise Hindu Bahagavadgita that implicates the following: Desire (begets) Anger (begets) Delusion (begets) Confusion of Memory (begets) Loss of Intelligence (begets) Loss of Self/Spirit/God For your vision, I add in addition God’s Camera to this vision – and make you The Model of his camera shot. The more desire you succumb to, the more your focus inside of God’s Camera lens blurs and disappears.

Show #23 – A Lesson From King Death

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Show #23 – A Lesson From King Death

 

In this show, I decided to read a little bit of this spiritual little book that the Hindus call the Upanishads. One reason I do this, is so that people may see that the lessons of this tale are the same wisdoms that were exhaled from Jesus Christ’s divine mouth – just in different tale-format. Not only is that a point, but the tale that I am going to tell to you (Katha Upanishad) is an enormous Stone-Monument of Importance for the ears of hearing ears today within this mind-less & satanic Society.

Show #22 – On The Tablets of Moses

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Show #22 – On The Tablets of Moses

 

In today’s show, I dive into the mental meanings of the 3 Coveting-Commandments of the 10 Commandments of Moses; and how these are un-practiced mind-sins that destroy yourselves very own happiness. I then perform a leap, jump and a flip into the Illusion of Judgements that conjure up the Illusion of Life, which the Far East religions call Mother Maya – that possesses all by the conjuring of Her by Self.

 

show scenes:

I. Coveting

II. Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbors House

III. Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbors Wife

IV. 2 Monks i.e

V. Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbors Goods

VI. The Best For Last

VII. Brickwall

VIII. On The Tablet

IX. Wiseman i.e

X. The Way of MAYBE.

Show #21 – Your Pineal Gland

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Show #21 – Your Pineal Gland

 

show scenes:

I. Functions

II. Brain Tumor i.e

III. Vatican

IV. The Gateway

V. Aura i.e

VI. Memories vs. Visions

VII. Nirvanic Decalcification

VIII. Center Symbology

IX. Against You

X. Riverboat God

XI. A Mystic Enhanced

XII. The Point!

XIII. Box-Luck

XIV. Purgatorial Earth

XV. Egyptian Eye of Horus

XVI. “Seat of The Soul”

Show #20 – Credo of an Artist

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Show #20 – Credo of an Artist

 

show scenes:

I. Symbols Man

II. Titian’s Venus of Urbino

III. Anarchical Art

IV. God’s Right & Left Hand

V. The Destroying Sculpture i.e

VI. Father Art

VII. Schizophrenic Surprise

VIII. YOUR Attribution

IX. Art = World

X. Untrue Artists

XI. 2Pac, Biggy & John Lennon

XII. FOOLS

XIII. Utopian Pondering…

XIV. Shot of Whiskey

Ep. 19. Attention World

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Ep. 19. Attention World

 

In this micro-episode, I wanted to pick & toy with a thought that has been playing with my mind recently on the existence of existence without mind-attention on the existing existence; similar to that of “If a tree falls in the woods, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”, but, in turn, I’ve symbolized the tree into a Celebrity; which sometimes is scanty slight in iQ differentiation…

Ep. 18. Working Faith & Slippery Satanism

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Ep. 18. Working Faith & Slippery Satanism

 

show scenes:

I. Unifying Polarities

II. FAITH

III. Running Race & Your Job i.e

IV. Many Reserved Mansions

V. James 2:17

VI. Bigfoot & ABC’s i.e

VII. The Lazy Way

VIII. If I was Lucifer…

IX. You Are A Cell in ‘The One’

X. Slippery Satanism

XI. Bliss is Attainable

XII. The Majority i.e

XIII. What “DEAD” means

XIV. White Lie R.I.P

XV. Blissful Enchantments

Ep. 17. God’s Eye Politics

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Ep. 17. God’s Eye Politics

 

In this show, I perform some sort of matrix-glitch, if you will, to transform my Human Self into the Self of the All-Selfless Creator; and then I provide Him with a mouth & tongue to unbiasedly discern the 2 sides of the political spectrum; and the spectrum within each of those spectrums.

Ep. 16. Philosophies of a Meme-War (Why So Serious?…)

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Ep. 16. Philosophies of a Meme-War

 

In this show, I string together my philosophical opinions on both tail-ends of the Meme-War spectrum. I discuss the fantastic use of a Meme as ammunition against chaos & corruption, and I melt into the yoking of the Meme-Makers with the long forgotten Joking-Jester within the walls of the castles of the royalty. And then, I take a turn towards some, perhaps, damaging effects of consistent-comedy, that can perhaps re-dress & catalyze the Meme-War into a more serious & damaging kill-shot.

Ep. 15. Karmic Law

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Ep. 15. Karmic Law
Show Scenes:
I. Universal Karma
II. The Wheel of Life
III. Pig, Rooster, Snake
IV. 6 Karmic Realms:
– “God” Realm
– Hell Realm
– Human Realm
– Hungry Ghost Realm
– Animal Realm
– Demi-God Realm
V. Demon of Death
VI. HATE
VII. The Perfect Equation
VIII. Hamster-Hungry

 

Ep. 14. Death-Trick

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Ep. 14. Death-Trick

 

Death is a masterful and well-intentioned illusion of an utmost genius process.

 

Show Scenes:

I. Fear of Death

II. A Machiavellian Game

III. Life’s School System

IV. A Truthful Adult

V. V i.e

VI. Forgetful

VII. Genius Education Process

VIII. Mind-World

IX. Trickster-Teaching

X. Child/Doll i.e

XI. Kill-Surprise

XII. Blind Jester i.e

XIII. Death-Trick

Ep. 12. The Fruits of Adam & Eve

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Ep. 12. The Fruits of Adam & Eve
Show Scenes:
I. The Fruit of Knowledge
II. God Has 100%
III. No Such Thing
IV. Good & Evil
V. Whistling Naked in a Garden
VI. Works of Art
VII. God is THE Artist
VIII. The Serpent That Talks
IX. One Big Art Show
X. God’s Machiavellian Plan
XI. Satan’s Role
XII. Biting The Apple
XIII. The Literal Rock
XIV. Blood Cells
XV. Thanks

Ep. 11. T.V-Effects

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Ep. 11. T.V-Effects
Effects on the hindering and destruction caused upon your psyche by the Satanic Altar that sits nice & cozy in you lazy living room.
Show Scenes:
I. People Do Not Know Psychology
II. God-Parents i.e
III. The Saving Feather i.e
IV. My i.e
V. Wisdom & Knowledge
VI. There is a Beast in That Box
VI. Evil Writers
VII. Bomb “Scare” i.e
VIII. Hollywood Knows The Magick Tricks
IX. Stupid, Destructive Art
X. Much Deeper Than Propaganda
XI. Television vs. Meditation
XII. Brainwashing a Population is Not Difficult
XIII. Head-Shot
XIV. People Know Our Nature

Ep. 10. The Pedophile/ Luciferian Connection

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Ep. 10. The Pedophile-Luciferian Connection

Show Scenes:

I. There Are Devils

II. Lingering, Mysterious Evil

III. Mundane Perverts vs. Luciferian Perverts

IV. Closest to The Source

V. The Oceanic State

VI. Sex Magick

VII. Twin Towers Example

VIII. THIS IS BLACK MAGICK.

IX. 800,000 Missing Children

X. The Pleasure Factor

XI. The Jumping Off Point

XII. Blackmailing Satanists

XIII. Hollywood

XIV. The End.

Ep. 9. Your Symbolistic Language

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Ep. 9. Your Symbolistic Language

 

In this show, I attempt to conduct an instructional lesson on The Language of Symbolism, and how you are to put the language into effect in your daily life for a congruent clarification process.

 

Show Scenes:

I. Inherent Symbolism in Us.

II. Fluid Symbols

III. Image is The World’s Language

IV. Create Symbols

V. Colors

VI. Numbers

VII. The Single Digit Rule

VIII. No Faith; No Known Realm

IX. A Tool & A Lifestyle

X. The Comforting Universe

XI. The Spark of Prayer

XII. The Inner-Language

XIII. Never Astray

XIV. Symbols = God’s Telephone

Ep. 8. Channeling Aesop – The Lion, The World & The Alien Knight

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Ep. 8. Channeling Aesop – The Lion, The World & The Alien Knight

 

In these Channeling Aesop Episodes, I conduct a thought-experiment by conjuring up a story/dialogue betwixt some nicknacks on my mantle, and perform by putting the breath of Philosophy into their inanimate mouths.

 

The channeled story/dialogue burgeons into a Lesson on Pride.

Post discussion leads into a Lesson on Good vs. Pleasure.

Ep. 7. 3 Avatars & The Clarity Factor

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Ep. 7. 3 Avatars & The Clarity Factor
Show Scenes:

I. Complimenting Symbols

II. The 3 Avatars:

-Flesh Avatar (input)

-Soul Avatar (data collector)

-Spirit Avatar (source traveler)

III. Present Symbols

IV. The Message of The Room

V. “Randomness”

VI. Spirit Bird-Eye-View

VII. The Clarity Factor

VIII. The Man Example:

-Leaf

-Cloud

-Stop Sign

IX. Perfected Measurements

X. Karmic Memory

XI. Team Effort

Ep. 6. Channeling Aesop

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Ep. 6. Channeling Aesop; The Monkey, The Skull & Rodin’s Thinker

 

In this Episode 6. Channeling Aesop, I conduct a thought-experiment by conjuring up a story/dialogue betwixt some nicknacks on my mantle, and perform by putting the breath of Philosophy into their inanimate mouths.

 

Show Scenes:

I. A Mind Imagination Experiment

II. Aesop

III. The Monkey, The Skull & Rodin’s Thinker

IV. Skull Head

V. Lessons On Death

-Is Death an End?
-The Imaginary Image
-Bliss in The Afterlife
-The Body Nuisance 
-Telepathy-Talk
 

VI. “Where did you get that skull?”

VII. Screw Sex Drive

VIII. Beauty is a Spell

IX. Death & Life are Conjoined Twins

X. Just A Ride to School

XI. Rodin’s Thinker is Naked

Ep. 5. Mind-Change

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Ep. 5. Mind-Change
 
Show Scenes:
I. Mind-Change
II. The Boulder of Truth
III. Different Truth
IV. The Master-Manifester
V. Mind-Practice in The Pond
VI. Squares & Spheres
VII. The Philosopher-Scientist
VIII. Bad Judge of Character
IX. Brad Pitt & Jesus Christ
X. The Unattainable Pinnacle
XI. Fluidity is Life
XII.We Are Nature
XIII. Mantra Usage

Ep. 4. Feathery Heart

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Ep. 4. Feathery Heart
 
Show Scenes:
I. Feathery Heart
II. Forgiveness is Law
III. Desire-less Buddhists
IV. Time is a Man-Made Machinery Thing
V. Death = Birth
VI. What is This Rushing?
VII. Lies & Truth
VIII. The Ego Chakra & Bursting Bubbles
IX. The Monkey & The Kitten
X. Mark Twain’s Dying Words

THE 3 EXPERIENCES

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

5/13/20

10:10AM

I want to formulate, in my own way, the 2 Experiences of Man in our 1 Experience of Life; and then, perhaps, introduce a 3rd Experience that can be sprung & grown from 1 of these 2.

The 2 Experiences are quite discernible:

So, by my web-graph above, it is MATERIAL EXPERIENCE that entails the SENSES: Touch, See, Smell, Taste & Hear.

MATERIAL EXPERIENCE = SENSE EXPERIENCE

I.E.

TOUCH = SEX

SEE = SUNRISE

SMELL = BURNING LOG

HEAR = MUSIC

TASTE = ICE CREAM

And, by my web-graph above again,

MIND EXPERIENCE entails REALIZATION, which is GROWTH OF MIND & SELF.

It could be an “Aha!” moment, or, it could be a “Damn, I am a bastard.” moment – either or, it is, indubitably, a GROWTH OF MIND & SELF.

Now, although MATERIAL & MIND are separated, of course, it is possible to gain MIND EXPERIENCE from a MATERIAL EXPERIENCE, such as Music. Sensual music with poetic lyrics may scintilla the MIND EXPERIENCE of REALIZATION – but, it is scanty common & holy rare, as music is by nature sensual & pleasurable.

And, as The Wise know well:

Pleasure is Pleasure. The Good is another.

It is certain that MIND (realization) EXPERIENCE is ferociously harder to find than MATERIAL (sensual) EXPERIENCE – as this is a MATERIAL WORLD that is enslaved by the 5 Chains of the Senses; which is mighty unfortunate, because it is the MIND (realization) EXPERIENCE that needs persistence in order to gain the 3rd Experience.

To seek MIND (realization) EXPERIENCE over MATERIAL (sensual) EXPERIENCEwhole-heartedly, will blossom a 3rd Experience that is not born of you until you choose to birth it:

I will coin the gained 3RD EXPERIENCE as SOURCE EXPERIENCE.

A devotee who seeks MIND (realization) EXPERIENCE over MATERIAL (sensual) EXPERIENCE will attain to SOURCE (spiritual) EXPERIENCE.

Within SOURCE EXPERIENCE, there is still the 2 Experiences of MATERIAL & MIND, however, they are no longer separate individuals – but ONE, together.

MATERIAL EXPERIENCE is transmuted into MIND EXPERIENCE by the devotee’s mental-symbiosis of MATERIAL into SYMBOL.

When the devotee burgeons MATERIAL into SYMBOL, the devotee turns ALL THINGS into MIND EXPERIENCE, wherefore, the devotee becomes up to his eyeballs in REALIZATION, which is the GROWTH OF MIND & SELF, which is THE PATH to walk called PERSISTENT EVOLUTION.

These first 2 Experiences, when sought after, lead to different ends:

 

-Jack O’Lantern

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OMNIPRESENT

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

5/11/20

2:01PM

There is a scale that I have conjured up, and have had floating about in my mind’s eye, here & there, for some over 3 years now. It is simple, but it is helpful for understanding 2 Things; and perhaps more, that too, go hand in hand.

I have produced 2 simple scales, for 2 separate things, that are actually one and the same, and so, it is the same scale-type for the 2 “separates”:

In THE BEGINNING, and from whence things came, come and return to always, was & is THE SOURCE.

So, in THE BEGINNING was THE BEGINNING, which is THE SOURCE.

When you are born as a baby, you are CLOSEST to THE SOURCE – because you are at THE BEGINNING, and just arrived from THE SOURCE.

This would explain the Oceanic State of an infant’s mind, in that:

All is One.

There is no separation; no individuality behind the lens of the eyes whilst you are 1 & young.

Let us liken THE BEGINNING (birth) of a Baby, to

THE BEGINNING of The World:

The world in THE BEGINNING, and the beings of the world in THE BEGINNING of the world, were nighest THE SOURCE.

Thus, explaining the Divine pyramids and other esoteric architecture of ancient times, certainly created by Divine Beings – who were closest to THE BEGINNING, and thus nigher to THE SOURCE.

Look at the scale for where we are now.

So very far we have traveled away from THE BEGINNING, thus away from THE SOURCE.

Our memory lacks, like dementia, as the planet is now old and blackened.

We are far off, and so, THE SOURCE is far out of our minds.

And yet, if you will do your best to adjust your pupils towards the scale above, you will take notice that the purple of THE SOURCE still lies behind all ages.

THE SOURCE is always where it will be, and is always where it was in THE BEGINNING:

Within & Without You.

Omnipresent.

-Jack O’Lantern

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A MASTER PLAN

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

5/9/20

2:27PM

I AM HERE TO ACT AS AN ARTISTIC MESSENGER – & ONLY THUS.

So, I will pass forth the message of my mind which correlates with the Hindu’s philosophy of what life is behind the curtain of this material world, with a self-imposed glaze, to try to relay the story clearer, with shortness for short-minds – as per usual.

HEED THIS:

IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS BUT ONE SPECIMEN CALLED CREATOR, WHO WAS A CREATOR IN HIS OWN RIGHT.

THIS CREATOR WAS WISE, BUT HE KNEW NOT ALL THINGS, BECAUSE THE ONLY WAY TO KNOW ALL THINGS IS TO BE ALL THINGS, AND THIS HE KNEW BECAUSE OF HIS WISDOM THAT HE HAD, HAD.

THE STATEMENT: IT IS NOT DIFFICULT FOR CREATOR TO CREATE HIMSELF INTO MANY THINGS.

THE PROBLEM: THE MANY THINGS HE CREATES OF HIMSELF ARE ALL IN AWARENESS OF THEMSELVES AS HIM.

CREATOR NEEDS A REALM.

Some type of REALM that will cause DUALITY.

Why?

SO THAT THESE MANY THINGS THAT CREATOR CREATES DO NOT KNOW THAT THEY ARE ALL HE, AND BECOME BEINGS IN THEIR OWN RIGHT.

We shall take word from the Hindus:

PRAKRITI IS THE REALM OF DUAL.

IT WORKS ANTITHETICAL TO GOD – FOR GOD TO GAIN KNOWLEDGE OF ALL THINGS.

And so He Himself populates the planet with Himself, and He Himself depopulates Himself:

TO BRING ALL INTELLIGENCIA BACK TO HE, THROUGH THEE, WHICH IS HE.

A Master Plan.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE CAUSE OF THE BLUR

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

5/7/20

1:04PM

Let us report a report from the Hindu’s Divine little book called:

The Bhagavadgita.

Whence it explains the crux of Maya’s delusional Desire.

The statement is reinstated by me here:

The birth of DESIRE gives birth to ANGER, which gives birth to DELUSION, which gives birth to CONFUSION OF MEMORY, which gives birth to the LOSS OF INTELLIGENCE, which ERASES THE BREATH & SPIRIT OF ATMA (GOD/SELF).

BIRTH ORDER:

  1. DESIRE
  2. ANGER
  3. DELUSION
  4. CONFUSION OF MEMORY
  5. LOSS OF INTELLIGENCE
  6. LOSS OF SPIRIT/SELF/GOD

Let me try and arrange an example that will crystalize the clarity of Philosophic Theory into picture-perfect Image.

I want you to imagine yourself as an aimed picture in a camera, that is capable of losing focus.

We Shall Say:

It is God’s Camera – and you are The Model.

But, you see, God is not in control of your focus-mechanism.

You Are.

[free-will]

And so, the more desirous you become, so too, you are more out of focus; the more BLUR.

I will explain now:

THE CAUSE OF THE BLUR:

  • 1. DESIRE (1ST BLUR)

    • The blur is both Physically & Spiritually induced.
      • Desire for Object. [PHYSICAL]
      • Desire for Control (even in the most pettiest manors.) [SPIRITUAL]

With your first desire goes your Pure Focus – it is THE 1ST BLUR.

1ST BLUR LEADS TO THE 2ND:

  • 2. ANGER (2ND BLUR)

    • This is the blur that erases The Good away from your form of focus.
    • CONSTANT DESIRE = CONSTANT NOT HAVING

THE 2ND BLUR BIRTHS THE 3RD:

  • 3. DELUSION (3RD BLUR)

    • [definition] Delusion: A belief or altered reality that is persistently held despite evidence or agreement to the contrary.
    • We will call this THE BLUR of Desirable Delusions.

THE 3RD BLUR BIRTHS THE 4TH:

  • 4. CONFUSION OF MEMORY (4TH BLUR)
    • THIS BLUR IS A TRAGEDY.
    • It is a tragedy because it is the losing of the link to remembering where you came from, and who you are.
    • So, you are all mixed up in desire, anger & delusion – and so, your memory becomes scanty & confused.

THE 4TH BLUR BIRTHS THE 5TH:

  • 5. LOSS OF INTELLIGENCE (5TH BLUR)

    • And so there you go – out of focus in God’s Camera.
    • Parts of your intelligence that you once had harvested prior to A Desire is EXTINGUISHED here, in this 5TH BLUR.

THE 5TH BIRTHS THE FINAL:

  • 6. LOSS OF SPIRIT. (THE ERASING OF ALL FOCUS.)

    • LOSS OF LOGOS.
    • LOSS OF SELF.

REST IN PIXELS.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE DIVINE TORTOISE

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

5/5/20

4:44PM

If I were to nail down my writing-work-ethic, and to create a symbolic deity out of an earth idol:

I’d be worshiping the Tortoise.

I harvest no rebukes – it is a fantastic God to worship.

I will lay blame without shame that my writing-work-ethic is Consistently Lackadaisical.

Now, I do not mean that I am Consistently Lackadaisical.

I do mean, however, that I am Lackadaisically Consistent, in that, I consistently write every day, with a type, or air, of

Lackadaisical-ity.

I have a motive that will not let me halt, which I taker to in a careless & effortless manner.

And so, because of my ease, the papers are consistently printing,

whilst I pay refuge & worship

The Divine Tortoise.

-Jack O’Lantern

THE ROOM’S MESSAGE

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

5/5/20

10:33AM

I want to manifest and perfect an addition onto my last writing which I called THE CLARITY FACTOR, because, I had mentioned something in it that is a HALF-TRUTH, which I was devilishly aware of whilst writing – & so I’ve come to correct it to make peace with my Angel.

I STATED:

“Thoughts are always complimented by the earth & Her forces that lie symbols before you to give you clarity.”

In other words, I had stated AN ORDER:

  1. YOU HAVE A THOUGHT.
  2. THE EARTH PUTS SYMBOLS THERE TO CORRESPOND.

This order that I have stated is FALSE.

IT IS REVERSED.

The earth dost not pick-up & put symbols before you whilst in the mode of Thought.

The symbols are already there.

It is THE THOUGHT that is picked-up & put in your head, to make relevance of the symbols that your current atmosphere already holds.

TRUE ORDER:

  1. ATMOSPHERE (current solid sphere’s symbols)
  2. SPONTANEOUS THOUGHT (to correspond with solid sphere)

Does one not ever ask oneself where one’s own thoughts derive by?

When thoughts leap into your head, unplanned, it is you?

Nay. It is The Spirit, as her creed is Spontaneity.

Your Memory-Mind is Her Hide & Seek Playground.

The Spirit 1st: Sees your surrounding symbols.

2nd: Jumps a Spontaneous (but NOT random) Thought into your head –

in hopes that you will correlate the Spiritual Thought with the clarifying detection of the Physical Symbols in your current atmosphere.

Your Mind is a Spiritual Mechanism.

Although thoughts may be mundane and earthy in form, it is the TIMING & GIVING of thoughts, that is the Divinity within you and above you.

Unfortunately, this is only well-known if you are mystical enough to decipher:

The Room’s Message.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE CLARITY FACTOR

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

5/3/20

12:04PM

Leonardo Da Vinci had once mentioned that there are 3 PEOPLE TYPES:

  1. THOSE WHO SEE.
  2. THOSE WHO DO NOT SEE.
  3. THOSE WHO SEE WHEN SHOWN.

I want to show those, who may see when shown, the many signs that they do not perceive upon their walk through life; so that perhaps they can alter their altar & adjust their retinas to magnify it out.

We will go by my SKETCH:

The man in the sketch is not a Symbol Scholar, and lacks life in the moment, and therefore is unaware of his surroundings whilst engaged in thought.

Thought Being:

“I THINK I HAVE TO CHANGE.”

Now then, the man’s thought is a Noble Thought, and noble thoughts are always complimented by the Earth & Her forces that lie symbols before you to give you CLARITY.

We will coin Earth’s Symbolic Output as:

THE CLARITY FACTOR.

Unfortunately, this man who is unaware of the Earth’s Divine Mouth (symbols) fails to receive the clarity factor; which would provide him Peace, and boost him of his future actions.

Now, let’s point out the Clarifying Clarity Factors (symbols) that he walked by when he had possessed that Noble Thought:

“I THINK I HAVE TO CHANGE.”

At Precise Time Noble Thought Occurred:

  1. The cloud slides away from the SUN to shine on his face. TRUTH & LIGHT kisses him.
    • He notices not.
  2. A LEAF surrenders itself from a tree and lands on his shoulder. A pure symbol of CHANGE.
    • He brushes it off, and notices it not.
  3. 3 PENNIES (change) lie before him on the ground.
    • He steps on them, and notices them not.
  4. And, a U-TURN sign, of course, if you are well adjusted to symbolism’s comprehension, you can serve this to catch the Clarity Factor of CHANGE ROUTE.
    • He sees nothing.

If only this poor man were capable of reading and understanding like he does books.

If only he could tamper his mind and peek-out at his surroundings whilst thinking that Noble Thought.

He would adopt:

THE CLARITY FACTOR.

But, he sees not.

-Jack O’Lantern

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TACTICAL ARGUMENT VS. TRUTHFUL ARGUMENT

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

5/2/20

10:10AM

Need I present more for you than this sketch?

Thou who breathes LOGOS breathes straight with TRUTH.

Thou who recycles breath speaks zig-zags with TACTIC.

3 TELLINGS OF TACTIC ARGUMENT:

  1. POSING QUESTIONS THAT YOU NAY WANT CRITICALLY ANSWERED.
  2. REPETITION OF A CYCLIC RESPONSE THAT IS LOUD, BUT WEAK WHEN MAGNIFIED.
  3. USAGE OF COMMON THREADS WEAPONIZED FOR LIFE-LINES THAT CREATE AN IGNORANCE-SHIELD TO HOLDFAST TO.

It is always so much fun, for me, watching 2 deceivers dual with TACTIC.

Always a slaughter when a man with tactic meets the voice of LOGOS.

-Jack O’Lantern

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OUR 3 AVATARS

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK

4/28/20

9:15AM

I wanted to speak on the esoteric Avatars that each one of us possess beyond the blacked veil of illusory Maya – in order to possess our Physical Avatar on this physical Earth, which we call HUMAN or SELF.

In order to comprehend this Masterful Formula of Divine Alchemy, you must submit to the thought that:

SELF is NOT 1 SELF.

You are based on an equation of multiple beings (Avatars) with multiple duties enforced to create your “1” SELF for this 1 specific planet.

Let’s start by stating that your physical FLESH-SELF, who I call Jack (FLESH-AVATAR) , is a separate AVATAR from the AVATAR-SOUL of Jack. You may say that this fleshly Jack is the created outcome, or the SUM, of the AVATAR-FORMULA, needed for EARTH EXPERIENCE.

We will say that the SOUL-AVATAR (who has costumed many FLESH-AVATARS before yours) is the COLLECTOR OF DATA for each FLESH-AVATAR he has summed.

RECAP: So, there is the FLESH-AVATAR that you are only aware of which is yourself, because you are visible material in a material world. And then, there is your secretive SOUL-AVATAR who is your DATA COLLECTOR; who is made up of many intelligences due to the hoarding of OLD DATA that every past FLESH-AVATAR has acquired. (Which is where you unknowingly obtain much of your faculties including Likes & Dislikes that are born of you. Another subject.)

So that is 2 AVATARS with separate functions for 1 CAUSE, which is EARTH EXPERIENCE:

  1. FLESH-AVATAR (NEW DATA)
  2. SOUL-AVATAR (DATA COLLECTOR)

Now then, the 3rd AVATAR that is a family member & is always invisibly with you – is your SPIRIT-AVATAR.

This other hidden partner, The SPIRIT-AVATAR, I shall call

THE TRAVELER.

She is your Hermes; your messenger that travels & delivers you your INTELLIGENCE back from the LOGOS and down to your SOUL-AVATAR; whereby your FLESH-AVATAR can be made more intelligent than the animal, mollusk, plant or mineral life-consciousness’s.

  1. FLESH-AVATAR (NEW DATA)
  2. SOUL-AVATAR (DATA COLLECTOR)
  3. SPIRIT-AVATAR (TRAVELER)

YOU, 1, ARE 3.

But the 4th, LOGOS, is needed for the EQUATION’S SUM.

LOGOS + SPIRIT (AVATAR) + SOUL (AVATAR) = HUMAN (AVATAR)

THE POINT:

The point of your FLESH-AVATAR is that you are the INPUT of NEW DATA into the old SOUL-AVATAR which in return the SPIRIT-AVATAR travels the INPUT back to the LOGOS to expand it’s INTELLIGENCE.

(So whilst you receive your intelligence from LOGOS by the traveling SPIRIT, the SPIRIT, also, carries your NEW DATA back to LOGOS, obtained by SOUL, for growth for both.)

YOU ARE OUTPUT HERE SO THAT YOU ARE INPUT THERE.

CREATED SO THAT YOU CAN BRING BACK INTELLIGENCE TO LOGOS, WHICH IS ALL INTELLIGENCE, AS IS.

Every HUMAN, be it GOOD or EVIL, is CONTRIBUTOR to

HIGHER INTELLIGENCE.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE ELEMENTS IN US

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

4/27/20

5:33PM

I am playing a symbolistic game with myself in sorting out the assertion of the 4 ELEMENTS:

  1. FIRE
  2. EARTH
  3. AIR
  4. WATER

in conjunction with Legitimate Traits & Metaphysical Traits in us.

We will lay claim, here & now, (for fun), that we are created of all 4 ELEMENTS:

  1. FIRE – Which we, in fact, do need to be alive. (SUN)
  2. EARTH – Be it the FLESH & Material that make up this Earth’s Human.
  3. AIR – Be it the air we breathe, that too gives us life.
  4. WATER – Be it the legitimate H2O we are created 73% of.

We shall make statement that all of these ELEMENTS in which I have just stated are WORLDLY ELEMENTS that make up the WORLDLY SELF.

Now, let us attach our OTHERWORLDLY ELEMENTS to those Worldly Elements, which completes the equation of the existence of Man:

  1. FIRE – The spark of the LOGOS in us, and so it is the FLAME – the FIRE of INTEL.
  2. EARTH – The DEVIL needed in ALL – necessary for survival in a violent world.
  3. AIR – Our SPIRIT who fills us with LIFE.
  4. WATER – Be it the UNCONSCIOUS depths of the Psyche.

There. That was fun.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE JUDGMENTAL MECHANICS OF THE MIND

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

4/24/20

12:36PM

We are each a willing servant to the Mechanics of the Master Mind. When you espy & become cognizant if this Truth – your invisible shackles will melt away, and you will melt into The MASTER of The Master Mind.

What are these malicious mechanics?

What is this enforcement of imagined illusion?

MAN KNOWS NOT A MAN.

MAN KNOWS 1% OF A MAN – EVEN ONE HE BEFRIENDS.

1% is TRUE KNOWLEDGE.

99% is CONJURED KNOWLEDGE, which is nay knowledge at all.

If a man’s thoughts were to be recorded to paper, each man would produce a thousand page novel, for every day of the year.

And here Man is, catching but the faint blurbs of another Man – and conjuring him into a full Man with 1% knowledge of the 100% Man.

It is always fun to cast illusion and play around with the forms of the game, but unfortunately:

Many a Man sees not a game – but a REALITY.

Why?

Because it is the Judgmental Mechanics of The Mind.

-Jack O’Lantern

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DEATH TO THE MAN IN THE SKY

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

4/22/20

11:35AM

THERE IS NO MAN IN THE SKY.

THERE IS LOGOS.

Indulge in PRAYER, & become it a Tool.

Use it, & REIGN with it.

For I Am Here To Pronounce:

Feel NOT bad with your prayer, even with the scantiest of requests.

The Holy Point is to Pray for SELF – this comes NOT from a man in the sky – but from the permeating LOGOS’ Sea.

Be GREEDY with correcting your routine to perfect your Self-Governance.

If you have something THE SIZE OF A PEBBLE that you do NOT want to do , but aught to:

Abuse the Tool and PRAY to do it.

Soon & sure enough, you will receive the permeating energy of the LOGOS to conquer that rock.

Become Prayer a Habit;

Become LOGOS a Tool.

Death To The Man In The Sky.

-Jack O’Lantern

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REALM OF RECEIVER

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

4/21/20

11:01AM

There is a trap door that must be unlatched in order for Cardomancy to power-ON.

It is much like a string instrument that must be tuned to the correct vibration in order to make the frequency listenable & understandable.

YOU are the instrument that must be TUNED.

NOT the deck of Tarot.

You must clear the heavy clouds and view yourself, with the Mind’s Magick Eye, as the RECEIVER; much like the instrument is the receiver of the Man who plays music through it.

If there is no receiving frequency; no FAITH of Higher Power at play – you are not tuned to his tone.

If you believe not,

You receive not.

If you tune yourself,

the Higher Power will play you to pick the correct card.

And if you really tune yourself, you will understand, sometimes with ire & strain, the song of which the card has sung.

P.S.

It is much like the meditation Method of The Bodhisattva’s:

YOU DO NOT NEED CARDS TO RECEIVE SONG.

If you possess a Question, and seek to find it – you need not go further than where you are.

All you are to do is to tune your frequency to the Realm of Receiver, whilst stilling your mind to silence, whilst maintaining in the distance a quiet string of lightened focus on the Question that you seek.

Once you have settled the chaotic noise of the un-tuned mind – you will receive the answer, and it will sing.

-Jack O’Lantern

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MIRRORED KARMA

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

4/20/20

12:14PM

MIRRORED KARMA.

IMORTANT NOTICE:

Most Karma is NOT Physical Deliverance –

It is a Mirror of Mind Repaying Mind the Sowing of what it Reaps itself.

MOST Karma is MIND Karma;

as most of a man’s life is kept in his head.

Whatever your sins are, are reflected back to your Thought Machine with Justified Symbolism to combat the Psychic Scales that must always be kept at Balance.

-Jack O’Lantern


EXTRA, EXTRA:

4/20/20

12:44PM

We’ll call this diagram:

MOUSE KARMA:

A DOG WHO CHASES THE CAT LOSES HIS TEMPER BUT SAVES THE MOUSE.

The Invisible Matrix of Karma lies within this simplicity.

-Jack O’Lantern

PLATO’S FORMS

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

4/19/20

9:33AM

I am wrestling with Plato’s Forms.

I understand it concretely, and concur oftentimes with many, if not All, of it’s cases – but something is off to me.

Plato’s Idea Of Forms:

Plato believed in Forms of The Mind, which he categorized as

THE GOOD (Logos).

For example: COURAGE is a Form of The Mind, as Courage falls in line with THE GOOD. Therefore, Plato says that there is NO SUCH THING AS COWARDICE – there is just Courage-less, a VOID of Courage; void of THE GOOD.

Therefore, he says there IS NOT EVIL, there is just VOID OF GOOD.

FORMS = SOMETHING

VOID = SOMETHING-LESS

Fine, it makes perfect sense.

But, Something-less (VOID), to Plato, dost NOT exist.

It is NOT form, but FORMLESS.

But my confusion lies in the fact that if you could USE VOID – then how is it FORMLESS?

I am tussling hard with you Plato. Let me attempt a swinging fist towards your eye with a trying example:

My Question I Pose Is: How can a Man use Evil (VOID), to teach Courage (FORM).

I.e. If a child is frightened of a monster underneath of his bed, and the Father, knowing full well that there is not a monster – locks the boy in his room for the night (Evil, Void) – and the boy comes out of his room the next morning with COURAGE (FORM):

-Was the Evil Void of the Father not responsible for the creation of the Form of Courage?

I am not saying that VOID is not VOID. I am saying that VOID is also FORM; or, in the least, can be FORMED to FORM.

In More Words: How can you say that there is no FORM in VOID when VOID can FORM the FORM of COURAGE? It is Father’s VOID that created the FORM (COURAGE) in the boy – but in accordance with Plato’s theory – VOID is not FORM – it is FORMLESS.

I have a solution, I think, to this confusion. I would like to take Plato’s Theoretical Philosophy and morph it into EQUATION, by introducing a Dependent Variable: USAGE.

USAGE is the Dependent Variable.

It has the ability to make VOID a FORM, for FORM.

But then we could also ponder: is USAGE a FORM? If so, it would mean that the use of the FORM:USAGE, creates FORM; which means that FORM creates FORM.

BUT: If you want to, you can also set USAGE to destroy FORM & CREATE VOID.

So, since USAGE is willing to go both ways, I would fix it to be

The Dependent Variable.

It is the variable (USAGE) that dictates what is FORM and what is NOT FORM.

If this is so, and The Variable (USAGE) is tethered with VOID to create FORM – Then VOID added with THE DEPENDENT VARIABLE is the SUM of FORM.

FINAL STATEMENT: IF SOMETHING IS USABLE (VOID) :

IT MUST BE A FORM.

So far, at this stage, to me (and I may end up correcting myself later) but for now:

ALL IS DEPENDENT ON THE VARIABLE:

USAGE.

To Form or Not to Form – that is the Question.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE GREATEST MAGICIAN

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

4/17/20

7:24PM

Life is much like the Cup & Ball Magic Trick.

If you will do your best to imagine yourself minimizing & shrinking down to the tiny size of the magicians red foam ball, and then embracing it with tight hugging arms – with no plans on ever letting go.

The magician puts the cup down and cages you – and off you go, shuffled around with the other cups, whilst remaining in the one same (safe) space you’ve always been.

The tiny red foam ball that you dig your sharpened claws into is The Symbol of your Mind.

You see, Magic Tricks are actually Mind-Tricks.

You must see the illusion, the slight of hand, and un-trick your perception away from the stern focus of the one ball in the one cup.

Then, and only then, can you ESPY:

The Diamond Beneath All Things.

The World is a Great Magician.

The Greatest.

-Jack O’Lantern

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PRACTISE, PRACTISE, PRACTISE

JACK O’LANTERN’S NOTEBOOK:

4/17/20

2:07PM

I LIE NOT:

There is something to achieve in This Life.

THEY LIE NOT:

That ‘Something’ is what the Buddhists call ‘Nirvana’.

NEWS FLASH: You do NOT have it.

WHAT IS IT:

It is an otherworldly esoteric mind-generated-by-Logos experience that happens in One Moment, swiftly & sharp.

And then, remains with you forever.

Forever you are Enlightened – no matter the troubles.

NEW NEWS FLASH:

I Will State, Here & Now,

that the exoteric name of the esoteric Holy Spirit is Nirvana.

This is her long hidden nomen.

The biblical book reports that ALL carry the Holy Spirit, and so ALL, you may too say as the Buddhists do too say, already have NIRVANA.

She is there for ALL to grasp; but mostly all do not attain to it.

Scanty Few Birth The Spirit.

Practise, Practise, Practise.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE POPULATION PROBLEM

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/15/20

10:12AM

There is a Scientific Theory by the name of:

EUGENICS

that adopts the firm belief that over-population will bring on this World’s End – and that if about 95% of the Human Race is not exterminated, the Earth will succumb to her fated death.

I am not going to speak on this.

I am going to speak on Reincarnation, and why the multiplying-constant of human life (souls), that grows substantially heavier by the years, effects us today by this doomed Luciferic Corruption committed by High Devils with High Dollars who Highly Worship this corpus of theory that dates back to Plato, called:

EUGENICS.

All High & Powerful Evil does well to adopt Plato’s Eugenics Theory;

as even Aristotle, Plato’s student, has mentioned before that abortion in the future would be a necessary circumstance.

Adolf Hitler was a Eugenics-Pig.

He was OCD-dominated by a fear of FILTH, and therefore, with deviltry in his cold heart and Plato’s Eugenics to comfort his doings, he went ahead and attempted to cleanse the world of it.

FILTHY HUMAN BEINGS.

Let’s get into reincarnation, as that is where the schizophrenia of my mind leads me to go.

It is mindfully concrete that in The Esoteric Theosophy of The Buddha’s:

that there are such humans who harvest Old Souls; and such others who are the birth of New Souls.

Now then, some souls date back to The Start, but we will just go back to the year 400BC, around Plato’s era, when there was an estimated 162Million World Population.

Today we have almost 8Billion.

So many New Souls!

So Young & Green & Naive;

SO EASILY CORRUPTED!

That is my correlation.

The Population Problem.

-Jack

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THE MILLENNIAL PHILOSOPHY

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/14/20

12:32PM

I feel as though this aught to be headlined: The Lack of Millennial Philosophy – but then I’d have to delve into The Lack of Baby Boomer Philosophy, since they are the birthers & raisers of the Millennials.

So then, let us see if I can bend, twist & turn this into the mechanically functioned body of the head-line.

(5min later after confusion)

Perhaps we will draw out what The Millennial Philosophy AUGHT to be, by first imagining what it is current. Firstly, for the small scanty few of you that this dost not relay & relate to, you may ignore & let the Millennial Majority read.

Let me list 3 Philosophies that my generation – The Millennials – possess:

  1. It’s All Your Fault.
  2. It’s What I Want.
  3. I Will Not Strive For What I Want Because It Is All Your Fault.

Oh Baby Boomers! Bravo on your “skilled” bring-up.

SNAP OUT OF IT MILLENNIALS.

& TORCH YOUR PHILOSOPHIES.

Melt the brass, perform some alchemy, and turn it GOLD.

You must do this with courage & mental strength.

You must do this for The Attainment of True Happiness.

Rise up above yourself, above your raised ways, above your Father’s & Mother’s faults – and Conquer all 3 that I have just mentioned; in order to Conquer The World.

Trust I, Jack, as I have learned hard:

You will get The World.

You will receive Heaven in this Devil’s Playground.

All you must do is master your alchemy. You must be Brave, Noble & Knightly.

YOU MUST TURN BRASS:

  1. It’s All Your Fault.
  2. It’s What I Want.
  3. I Will Not Strive For What I Want Because It Is All Your Fault.

INTO GOLD:

  1. IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT, BUT I SHALL CORRECT IT.
  2. I GET WHAT I SHALL GET MYSELF.
  3. I SHALL STRIVE.

This Golden Equation will get you The Golden Halo in the Devil’s Secretly Divine World.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE MAGI & HIS SHINY POSSESSIONS

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/9/20

4:07

There once was a Magi who owned a wooden wand, a shiny sword, a shiny coin & a shiny gold cup – all of which he adored at some point in his life. And so, he took his shiny sword and balanced it up straight on a rock. And then he took the shiny cup and balanced it on the sword’s shiny tip. And then he took the shiny coin and dropped it in the cup that shone gold. And then he waved his wand, and the balanced shiny items became a large shiny cobra snake.

And the cobra bit the Magi and ran –

as all material-shine bites The Mind and runs you onto the next Fleeting Thing that shines.

But the Magi stood-up, tough & centered, and turned his wooden wand into a Mindful garden snake, and then took bite of it’s innocence to heal his material wound.

And then, through his own 2 eyes :

The Magi Shined.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE INFANTILISM OF COMPLAINT

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/13/20

4:20PM

Are simple & small beings unaware that the cringing cry of a-callus Complaint is only maturely executed from the exasperated mind & badgering mouth of a blabbering infant?

Each & every wimpy whimper & whining wail (or whisper) is reinstated backwards to the gentle jellyfish you once were –

And Still Are.

Cry you cryers – You weaklings.

I hope that you fall asleep every night with a mind full of tears & temper.

You deserve depression, you depressors of Maturity & Nobility.

Sorry… I lost my temper.

And I was complaining.

Let us dissect, maturely of course,

THE INFANTILISM OF COMPLAINT:

Babies Cry & Childish Children Complain.

Even a small & simplistic being could comprehend and calculate that simplistic sum.

-Jack O’Lantern

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DEAR PRUDENCE

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/11/20

12:00PM

Dear Prudence,

I am sorrowfully inclinated to bear a sort of news on you that will not sit well with your do-good demeanor & heightened ego.

Dear Prudence,

YOU are the reason for every empires downfall.

Lest us nay ever forget:

That NO empire has ever succeeded at keeping breath & remaining alive for long. It is plain fundamental & elementary Nature that all things die – and empires do NOT escape Natures grasp, as all men and their minds are products of the Divine & Devilish Earth.

ALL SHALL FALL.

And I cannot even believe, myself, Jack, that I am uttering this – as I have a profound obsession with the purity of lovely innocence – but it is Divine Truth:

PRUDENCE IS AT FAULT.

It is amazing how prude people will habitually about-face if some authority in costume with a shiny badge commands it.

You prudent pests, you mistake badge for honor. You mistake symbol for God.

All of you law-groveling goody-2-shoes would walk your 2 shoes onto a prison bus with eyes shut if The Satanic Television ordered you to march (for a “good & saving” cause.).

Dear Prudence, Fear Prudence!

You, and all who were, are the dusk-bringers of every empires Satanically Corrupted Demise.

NATURE IS NOT PRUDE.

IT REBELS.

Picture Perfect Prudence, my Dear,

You destroy nature by pretending all innocence. You destroy nature by tucking away all rebellious instinct.

Your own nature is corrupted by a repression of

The Pervading Natural Action Built In ALL.

This Empire will fall, Dear Prudence.

And again, you will be at fault.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE GHOST OF MARK TWAIN

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/10/20

9:00AM

The Ghost of Mark Twain often seizes & enchants me with a mysterious haunting; and the haunting seizes & enchants me with the subtle whispering of his

Dying Last Words:

“GIVE ME. MY. GLASSES.”

(recorded on napkin April 21, 1910 on deathbed around 5:30pm, died: 6:22pm)

My! How sophisticated and symbolic the Secret Spirit speaks through subconscious mind unbeknownst to conscious self.

QUICK! Someone hand Mark Twain his glasses so that he can croak already and open his eyes to espy the other side…

In this life there is:

THE 2-FOLD LAW

Polarities.

And, as the Wise Buddhists say: Pratityasamutpada.

ALL Opposites Arise Mutually:

They are ONE with another, because there is NO knowledge of One without its Opposite to show you the knowledge of it.

Simplistic i.e: Happiness is extinct without the antithetical comparison to Sorrow.

So, it is well known, that in order to birth – there must always be 2. Just like the 2 opposites (male/female) are needed to birth a baby. Just like the 2 opposites (sun/rain) are needed to birth The Conscious Plant Life – and here we are also collecting and living off of the Sun’s Divine Rays & the God’s Magical Water, that we need in order to go on Being.

But what does this have to do with the beloved Ghost of Mark Twain’s Dying Last Words:

“GIVE ME. MY. GLASSES.”

Lest nay ever forget

THE 2-FOLD LAW:

This World is Physical – it is a constant-birthing organism of Matter – and Matter is what our Material Eyes can only espy.

But, with 1-World comes 2-Worlds: Pratityasamutpada.

With The Physical World that we DO see : comes The Spirit World that we canNOT.

And so, in closing, if you have schizophrenically studied the divine wisdom of The Divine 2-FOLD LAW, it aught to be simplistic to see:

DEATH IN PHYSICAL WORLD = BIRTH IN SPIRIT WORLD

“Give me. My. Glasses.”

Mark Twain Lives.

(shout out to S.L.C)

-Jack O’Lantern

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TRYING MIGHT

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/9/20

12:00PM

FOR I COME TO THIS JOURNAL TO SAY:

Faith, and Faith alone will NOT save you.

The Faith Must Be Blended:

It must be blended with Trying Might.

Trying Might; what is meant by this?

Trying Might happens when one being picks himself apart & spits at his own self-flaws.

But MY, how scanty and few people there are that will even just peek to take a look at their dismal-sided reflection!

Everyone harvests an ILLIMITABLE amount of flaws. Trust me: I have been finding mine for 7 years studied now – straight.

You must only view your Make-Up; your Flawed Mind – as a Specimen – a Creaturely Creation.

And then you must watch, and then you must work. Watch, and work. Watch, and work. Watch, and work it out 1 flaw at a time, whilst keeping hard Faith that each Divine Step will deliver you up the stairway to Heaven. Or Shambhala. Or Olympus. Or Pleiades. Or whatever you prefer to call Divine Success.

Always Recall:

FAITH WORKS NOT.

Lest blended with

Trying Might.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE GOOD DEVIL

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/9/20

11:00AM

Where is The Good Devil?

So difficult to espy one in these End Days.

I will be the first to admit that I harvest a problem. But, to me, it is nay a problem – but polar-north of it.

The Fact:

I See The Devil In ALL.

If you will do your finest to uncover the veil pulled over your unseeing left-eye – it is there, loud & clear, in YOU.

But, nonetheless, within this smoke-filled realm of these immoral-mortal brimstone-souls that belong for now to Sweet Luci(fer), I try to espy The Good Devil. And I aspire to be one, as well.

What is The Good Devil?

There is such a thing?

How much neater it is to be The Devil for The Good, than the unbalanced messy devil that easily falls bad like a simpleton.

COIN 1:

The Satanic Simpleton.

Most people are this Satanic Simpleton, unbeknownst to them own selves.

How funny that The Devil’s Vibe is so “Cool” in these End Days. I, Jack, admire darkness – but only because the manipulative usage of it to shine light attracts me like a moth beneath a moon towards a lamp post. It is a beatific mixture, to me, in my eyes, this Dark Knight Devil for Team Good – which is God, in which the Devil acquiesces and lets you lead.

But WHAT is The Good Devil?

I will provide 1 aspect of many.

TO BE MEAN WITH TRUTH,

is A best way to make a person learn it.

COIN 2:

RIGHTEOUS WRATH – is what we shall call this.

COIN 3:

NUDGING TRUTH – only nudges. It is lacked of emotion, and only half-assed.

-You must point out the Devil in ALL with Righteous Wrath & Hard Fervor.

-You must crack the whip, like a Devil, and whip the Truth into beings – The Good Devil.

-You must remove the veil and see your black horns, so that you may begin your magick-works on turning them Gold; whilst playing frisbee with your halo, if wished.

In Other Words:

KNOCK-IT

& stop being a Satanic Simpleton.

Blessings.

-Jack O’Lantern

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FROG RACES

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/7/20

4:20PM

Oftentimes I think of simplistic communication in a tricky-matrix kind of way, where, for example, if I can paint the sample of:

2 Men Talking.

Now then, these 2 Men are 2 unique individual souls with their own 2 limited experiences. But, they are 2 English speaking men that can understand the same things, and so, they can agree or disagree with each other in relation to understood words.

Let us say that they undoubtably agree about something with each other – and let’s say that that something is:

“I LOVE FROG RACES.”

These 2 Men agree on this; they both Love Frog Races.

(a commonality)

But, although on the plain boring surface both of them mutually concur and feel the same way about Frog Races – they, unknowingly, do NOT mutually concur on the hidden intentions behind their indisputable Love for Frog Races.

(not much in common after all)

You see, 1 of these Men love frog races because he harvests a grotesque gambling problem, and would bet thin-air on a frog just to stuff his addictive animalistic void for cheap fleeting pleasure.

And the other 1:

You see, the other was an oddity. Because this Man, this other Man, was brought up by his parents with vile hatred – and was taught that HATE was LOVE.

And so he says “I LOVE FROG RACES” because he HATES frogs, and adores the capture & enslavement of All Living Things.

But:

For the mundane humanity who slumbers on the discomforting blanket of the surface of infinity:

“I Love Frog Races.”

And then they go blindly about their day with their common cause for frog races.

P.S

I could also dive into the many ways that Luciferic Corruption rises-up a Noble Cause (commonality) with corrupted anti-noble invisible-intentions behind it (not much in common after all).

But, then again, I guess I just did.

-Jack O’Lantern

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HEART LIKE A FEATHER

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/6/20

4:04PM

There once was a hippo with a heavy heart. His heart was so heavy that he was heavily mournful all of the time, and could not run happily, due to the heaviness of his heart.

But then, one day, he made the decision to forgive ALL THINGS, especially Himself;

and the baggage in his heart vanished –

and his heart bagged a feather.

And he had a Heart Like A Feather,

Like ALL should have.

-Jack O’Lantern

4:09PM

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THE CURSE OF HIGH HOPES

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/6/20

12:11PM

High Hopes.

It sounds swell, doesn’t it? Sounds like something one aught to have, no?

High Hopes.

This is The Curse of High Hopes:

Now, I want to be keen on the scanty layout here, because what I am NOT saying is that Hope is a cUrSe; but that, OFF-BALANCED HOPE is.

Also, I want to introduce Devilish Doubt : The Opposition of High Hope.

If there was a Hope Scale, it would manifest into something like so:

DEVILISH DOUBT——————————LIGHT HOPE/DOUBT——————————–HIGH HOPE

And if there was a simplified scale that could morph emotion into lame words, it would look something like this:

NO—————————————–MAYBE—————————————–YES

And so, it is quite easy to espy out the balanced attitude.

Let us clear the smoggy water:

Why surrender carelessly into having your whole heart broken?

This is the cUrSe of High Hopes.

You are looking for a high fall when you need not to commit suicide!

You just need:

The Divine Attitude of MAYBE.

This makes life all the more Enlightening.

Tell me: What is the only gift more pleasurable than getting the gift you were expecting to get?

A: GETTING A GIFT YOU WERE NOT EXPECTING TO GET.

Surprise.

Enlightened Men: They live by many surprises because they are MAYBE-MEN.

They are balanced in The Divine Center.

They Doubt Nothing & Hope Not Highly & Receive Everything.

The Maybe-Man Loses Nothing, Because He Creates Nothing in His Heart That He Can Potentially Lose.

Because he has nothing to give away, and has nothing he wants to take: The Enlightened Man Only Gains.

The Enlightened Man is The Maybe-Man.

The Maybe-Man is The Gaining-Man.

And the Gaining-Man dies smiling.

Death to High Hopes & Devilish Doubt.

R.I.P

-Jack O’Lantern

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FASTOLOGY

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/3/20

4:10PM

There was once a world of Sheep & Wolves who had conquered, by leaps & bounds, in something they liked to call FASTOLOGY.

Faster & faster life became, with the swiftness of Fast-Rays traveling invisibly through the invisible air to deliver invisible fastness.

Now then, the sheep enjoyed this fastology – as it was quite fast and divinely beneficial; and so, they looked up to the wolves who gave it to them – thinking that they must be on the same moral page as themselves.

But the wolves had a scheme of their own. You see, the wolves wanted even more fastology – so that they could do magical things with it. And the sheep, well, the sheep didn’t know that the Fast-Rays in the atmosphere were actually awful for the lamb’s health; and that the wolves next generation fastology roll-out would result in the deaths of millions.

Why?

Because Fast-Rays make things fast.

Even Your Life.

-Jack O’Lantern

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ONE MUST BE CENTERED

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/2/20

5:44PM

How numb anxiety has become to the masses. How easy it is to knock someone off of their high horse. How simple it is to make someone SNAP.

So OFF-BALANCE people are!

If you can snap like a snapping turtle in the blink of an eye whilst previously being in a fine mood –

YOU ARE OPPOSITE OF CENTERED.

You are farthest from the Deity in The Center and the Divinely Energetic Universe.

Polarity is The Universe Creed, and Balance is the Heart of Polarity.

One Must Be Centered.

One Must Be Still Betwixt The 2.

One must nay ever be the snapping turtle, but the God in the middle.

One Must Be Centered.

-Jack O’Lantern

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WOE TO RELIGION

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

4/1/20

1:55PM

WOE TO RELIGION:

Acquiesce & give way to Art.

WOE TO RELIGION:

Acquiesce and give way to The New Method of seeking & sorting out your Soul.

WOE TO RELIGION:

Your spoils are spoiled. Your grapes are rotted. You are overdue for a fall; and you will seize, like all things in life will do.

WOE TO RELIGION:

You are no longer beneficial, but artificial. No longer Divine, but man. Your faith has become your only face, and so fall and cover your shame, as faith alone does not 1 single thing.

WOE TO RELIGION:

You are like a sick old man with dementia who still teaches. For, you were once alive and brilliant, but now: Dementia. Memory loss. You have forgotten how to teach, and so, people have forgotten how to learn.

WOE TO RELIGION.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE HUMAN CONCOCTION

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/31/20

4:09PM

If you could whip up an imagined phantasmagoria, for a moment, and picture in your Mind’s Magick Eye the red blood cells in your body belonging to Lucifer, and the white blood cells – God.

…and…

to morph this sTrAnGeality into something sTrAnGeR, let’s say that every red cell in your make-up is an actual devil, and every white cell – an angel.

Biological Examination:

The Red devils & the White angels pass by one another in your biological creation. The Red & the White acquiesce to each other and cooperate, willingly, to keep you living and here.

In other short words:

You are made up of many angels & many devils;

it is All You Are – is these 2 things.

It is What You Are:

This Mystical Dose & Perfected Concoction of Angel & Devil that makes a Human.

The Human Concoction.

-Jack O’Lantern

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KNOWING ASKERS

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/30/20

4:04PM

Let us flow into today’s journal passage with the paralleled energy of yesterday’s wickedly righteous writing.

There is one, other thing, that I cannot stand:

KNOWING ASKERS.

Are you a KNOWING ASKER?

Do you fulfill your vile mouth from your stomach’s gut with puked up Questions That You Already Know The Answer To?

These are the scoundrels that have to waste the precious silence because they are cowardice & Lack All Comfort in Themselves.

They fear silence, like a child fears about a monster underneath of her bed – but at least the child’s cause is noble!

You are cowards.

You are rarely real.

Simple Silence is too real for you to handle.

Cowardice handles you.

Lying Cowards are Knowing Askers.

-Jack O’Lantern

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INTERESTED ADVICE

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/29/20

1:35PM

There is nothing that I cannot stand more than

INTERESTED ADVICE.

Have you ever ran into one of these Discreet Sociopathic-Addicted Advisors?

The ones that like to sneakily creep-in irking advice when you

DID NOT ASK FOR IT.

Here is an irritable phrase that these Discreet Sociopathic-Addicted Advisors are likely to spew:

“Do as I say, not as I do.”

This person can go burry his head in a volcano – and that is as far as my caring goes.

You are a Pretend Wiseman.

You do not advise me, with Acted Wisdom & Cringeworthy Pride whilst not even practising what you preach, yourself. Nay, you are not smart. You are not wise. You are counterfeit contradiction & a fraud; and most likely too weak minded to practice what you preach – and here you are – preaching to me.

If I wanted to, I could destroy these wisdom-destroyers with a counter-attack to their faces, every time.  But I care not to fight or compete, so, I typically reply kindly, with Divine Grace & Affection:

“Well Thank You, & I appreciate your brute honesty. Typically, I only Trust Those Who Have Tried, but I will keep your interested advice in the bag of the back of my mind. Have a lovely day, & Thank You again.”

You see, the trick into getting one to see clearly is to say something brutish & boldly, in a gracious manor. What you do is you hint at the Cold Hard Truth – with pleasantness in your delivery.

It does nothing to attack The Lost, full out, with the Cold Hard Truth, because it forces them to vehemently oppose, naturally.

So, you must coerce The Lost into hearing the Dark Truth, whilst speaking with Divine Light.

-Jack O’Lantern

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HEAVENLY OCCUPATION

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/26/20

6:00PM

There is this fantastically awful & convoluted vision of Heaven that convinces one that Hell gatherers are probably better off/having more fun down there, than up above.

SUPOSE HEAVEN IS ETERNAL CHURCH.

Now THAT is a bondage of Hell that is worse off than the Hade’s own fire & brimstone.

I want to produce a summary on what I am convinced, by the Spirit, that Heaven is like. (as my way of thinking has it, reincarnation is included, and is the most essential part of what your occupation in Heaven will be.)

FIRSTLY: There are an infinite amount of jobs in Heaven.

Now then, you reincarnate here on This Level, cyclicly, until you finally attain your Life Purpose.

LIFE PURPOSE = HEAVENLY OCCUPATION

Once you seek & find you’re Life Purpose, you graduate This Level (earth) and take your beloved skill (life purpose) to the next level (Heaven).

But what of the Heavenly Occupations?

I can only tell you what I can see:

I see Heaven ran as an organic & free country, with no tyranny, evil or corrupted energy, where everyone performs their part (life purpose) with complete & total Goodness & Humbleness & Great Character. (because All intensely enjoy their jobs.)

Perhaps it was your Life Purpose to perform symphonies, or writings, or plays. Perhaps you are a math-wiz who is keenly intent on exploring the Number-Nature of Heaven’s Universe. Or a philosopher who whittles and works on the mind of the Heavenly Body – and transmits All Knowledge to All – telepathically.

I see unique individual parts, but Everyone’s Knowledge is Transmitted to Everyone’s Gnosis.

All Knowledge is Shared.

All Know All.

Close the door on church.

It’s hogwash.

And satanic bRaInWaSh.

-Jack O’Lantern

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7 CAPITAL VICES

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/25/20

11:17AM

7 CAPITAL VICES:

PRIDE. GREED. LUST. ENVY. GLUTTONY. WRATH. SLOTH.

These are the 7 Deadly Sins that All, when submitted to just 1, give birth to MORE immoralities.

So for this moment in Divine Time, I’d like to give way to just 1. The 1 less obvious. The Lazy 1, that’s lazily forgotten.

SLOTH – The Lazy Sin.

Let us make an attempt, for sport, on the accumulation of All 7 Sins by submission to just 1: SLOTHISM.

LAZINESS will undoubtedly, whether consciously or unconsciously, make you angry at yourself and The World – which is WRATH.

LAZINESS means that you are too lazy-minded to think of Idea, and so you LUST, and submit to carnal pleasure more often, the more lazy you are.

LAZINESS BREEDS ENVY. Because you are lazy, and no one envies laziness. Lazy envies Active.

LAZINESS can accumulate a large splash of GREED & GLUTTONY – IN YOUR HEART – because the more Lazy you are, the more you want, and since you know you won’t get it yourself, you become Envious & Wrathful & would sell your soul for it All; if given the opportunity, that is.

And lastly, it is always so funny whilst questioning a being’s laziness, because every single time they like to shake & toss at me some bold eXcUsE in the guise of utmost PRIDE.

And Pride alone, they say:

– Severs The Soul From Grace.

– The Essence of All of The Evil.

So stop being a SLOTH.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE DUMB LAMB

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/24/20

11:30AM

LO:

It is NOT hard to bRaInWaSh.

All you need is a Voice & a long-standing Stage & REPETITION.

To Repeat is to Relay.

To Relay is to re-lay a foundation, if repeated enough.

Those who know of this Psych-Magick, who possess an ideal to push – will conquer; and will wash the minds with the Wrong Ideals.

If an ear listens to a repeated thing enough by a voice at a podium, that ear will pretend it to be a Truth without the slightest critique or research of the Rotten Lie.

Thus is the one who dost Not build his home upon a rock.

Thus is The Dumb Lamb.

-Jack O’Lantern

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TRICKLING TIME

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/24/20

12:00PM

Time trickles & no one moves. Time trickles and no one moves an inch. They love to watch Time Trickle…

(poem)

Trickle, Trickle, Time, Time,

Like rain hitting a house should remind you of dying.

But the rain is ignored,

The spell is bound,

Whilst Time trickles down the Wishing-well.

Trickle, Trickle, Snore, Snore,

They sleep through life on Death’s red door,

But the rain goes on,

As they listen in spell,

Whilst Time trickles down the Wishing-well.

Time, Time, Drip, Drip,

Many lives drip by the Devil’s Trick.

You cannot change,

Is what you are told,

So throw your change in the Wishing-well-hole.

Time trickles & no one moves. Time trickles and no one moves an inch. They love to watch Time Trickle…

-Jack O’Lantern

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ALL THE WORLD IS MAD

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/23/20

12:44PM

All The World is Mad – MAD – Jack Says.

What happens when a world slowly creeps towards madness a decade at a time?

What happens when upside-down becomes the right-side-up with delay?

It goes unnoticed; uncaught. It has creeped and it has captured by novocaine & numbness of the slow maddening diagnosis.

All are ill with the virus.

The plague has been here for long.

Where has innocence fled to?

How has moralism morphed into hatred and curses?

How has God vanished? He is dead?

Uncaring-ness conquers over care.

Selfishness conquers with despair.

Money & Sex are the Deities, and The People have willingly shoved The Father off of his golden throne, without conscience, and painted it black.

This is the Divine America’s Anthem, now:

WORK. BUY. CONSUME. DIE.

Oh, Holy Deity; Divine Program – is this our program? Is this all that we were meant for?

WORK. BUY. CONSUME. DIE.

Like robots, we are Servile, Soulless & Dead.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE DIVINE HUMANITY

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/22/20

4:17PM

Look at yourself – All of You lazy, bored, unconsciously-satanic half-wits. You TV show-binging, frantic-psychotic bird-brains who have not a flash of inspiration to think of even the slightest minute ideal, for yourself.

You imbeciles.

You lazy, half-ass, half-minds.

You screen-time delusional drug addicts.

You unsophisticated sickened schizophrenic SCROLLERS, & reviling ‘Relaxers’.

INACTION IS YOUR VICE – you a-cerebral, abecedarian, assholes.

You lazy, bored, satanic pea-brains with pea-minds & pissed-away imaginations.

You Ruiners if Life.

You Wasters of your Divine Gifts.

YOU SPIRITUAL SUICIDERS.

You are pre-deceased & buried living, for as far as I am concerned – and I am not.

Rot in the Hell that you created for your own self.

I have zero empathy for you;

you curses of The Divine Humanity.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE HEART IS HARSH

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/21/20

10:00PM

The Heart is Harsh; mighty harsh.

It wants what it wants and tortures if it does not receive its wantings.

Turn away your heart and you are slain & enslaved; tortured by the Harsh Sadistic Heart.

It yearns what it yearns and that is all.

Tell what your heart tells – and Live.

Silence it, and die.

The Heart is Harsh; mighty harsh.

-Jack O’Lantern

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GRADUATION

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/18/20

1:01PM

There is a thing that I am hinted towards by the Defeating & Uplifting Father; the Deity above the clouds – that life is a school to be graduated from; and that each life is a grade; and that even though sometimes you are held back – you are always in your Divine Progression skywards, towards your Golden Diploma.

The Question is: How many grades?

The Answer is: As many as it takes.

The Grand News: You do not remember what grade you are in.

The Awful News: You do Not even know that you are in school.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE NEW ART FORM

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/14/20

2:41PM

LET US CREATE A NEW ART FORM.

The New Art Form of:

Expressing to People How Little We Actually Care.

How little we care about their empty gossipings, their irritable whinings, their over expressed weaknesses & anxieties & excuses & complaints & FEARS & mockings & judgings & Beliefs of The Lost who mumble on all of these matters.

I DON’T CARE.

It’s The New Art Form.

Express it.

Join Me.

-Jack O’Lantern

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MISERY GAME

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/14/20

11:07AM

My, what a Misery Game it is to be in a constant flux of one-upmanship.

To be in a constant realm of comparison.

To Compare & Compete is a Misery Game.

Miserable beings are always competing – because they’re miserable – and so they thirst for a petty imaginary point to put on the illusionary scoreboard of their own Misery Game.

Well then, how do you beat the competition?

I’ll tell you how:

You Don’t Compete At All.

You become the spectator in the crowd. You watch the Misery Game, and pity the players who play.

You see… what happens when you step out & quit competing, is that now – you are Above it. Like a Deity, who watches the Hellish Game below.

Step aside and let the Misery Game play on, while you learn and grow-up by speculation:

by Watching the Misery Game and it’s Rotten Stakes.

-Jack

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THE TIGHTROPE OF LIVES

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/13/20

3:54PM

Is a droplet of the ocean not the ocean in one droplet? Are you, the creation, not the Creator in one creation?

How sad, it is, to not spy this out in one single lifetime.

Many’a lives it takes, I suppose.

Many’a lives ye walk the same tightrope to conjure up many’a journey to eventually lead your balancing act back to the Creator from which you came; which is Yourself – who’s stumbled along the tightrope through many lives.

For I have heard this to be true many’a time in My Heart:

That at the very Last Journey of your Final Life you realize that the tightrope you had been balancing on is no matter, because, you have been flying through with hidden wings all along.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE UNCONSCIOUS SLIP-UP

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/13/20

1:33PM

There is an odd thing that beings do whilst acting around multiple beings; or a being that they do not know; or a crowd.

They like to put on this pseudo-real persona – a glaze – if you will, that hides their sober-realness.

It’s quite unattractive once you spy out The Glaze.

For some beings, it is overtly heavy.

For others, it is still unattractive.

It’s an ego-thing of some sort. Or perhaps, an anxiety-thing where the falsity of Ego deranges you to cover it up, with the Pseudo-Real Persona of Egoic Glaze.

This Character Amplification, if you will, is an unnecessary thing.

It’s an unconscious submittal to the fringe of

The Unconscious State of Being.

My, how much more alive and Completely There a being is when calmed, centered, conscious and sober of the

Anxietal Ego Character Amplification GLAZE!

You can see that the Sober Being is reacting by the Calm Heart,

and not from the quick Anxious Gut that the unconscious slip-ups take from.

-Jack O’Lantern

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MATHEW 6:1-6

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/11/20

6:00PM

“Only in his hometown, among his relatives and in his own house is a prophet WITHOUT honor.”

Said Christ, who would know this kind of thing.

But why is that?

Why is it that a prophet is never known in his hometown?

Well, you see, Christ attained the Holy Ghost around the age of 29 whilst he was baptized by John the Baptist. And then, filled with the Holy Spirit – which the Buddhist’s just call ‘Nirvana’ – he went on to Teach & Profess: as a drastically changed man. A change from Man into Divine Man, you may say, but still the same physical creature that he was, when he had grown up in his hometown.

Let us put it this way, shall we…

You grow up with a Friend. You know him. You know him his whole life until college. You know, very well, your friends natural flaws and vices and traits.

That friend is named Jesus.

7 years later, at 29 years old, Jesus comes back to town full of Wisdom & Divine Knowledge & Opposing Traits.

Jesus Christ is called crazy by all in his hometown, including You, his old friend who he grew up with for all of those years.

Jack O’Lantern

KJV Mathew 3:21

‘But when his own people heard about this, they went out to lay hold of him, for they said, “He is out of his mind.”’

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THE CURSE OF LOVE & BEAUTY

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

3/8/20

4:25PM

Is Love not an obvious curse to all who fall by it?

Or perhaps, not even fall –

but LIVE by it.

Recently I’ve been partaking in battle in my head about the comparison of Love & Beauty.

Because, we’ll, quite frankly:

My how simple it is to fall immediately in “love” with beauty!

Perhaps it is not so much a comparison, but a sorting out.

The issue is that I cannot identify the difference between being in Love, and the Beauty that curses you into being in love.

It’s such a strong spell – this CuRsE of Beauty, and so too, Love.

I do not fancy the CuRsE.

Like sexual desire, it is an OFF-BALANCE, and a PEST who thoroughly infests, when unwanted.

I think beings are mostly in love with being in love, no matter the compatible partner.

It is a CuRsE.

It is an off-balance.

Just as Evil, on the opposite side of the scale, is a vicious hex – so too is the Curse of Love, on the other very end of the serpent’s tail.

You must meet in the middle and not be distracted away from seeking yourself;

you must not be distracted by

The Curse of Love & Beauty.

-Jack O’Lantern

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WHIP LASH

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

2/25/20

5:58PM

So Swift – Thought is.

Like a thief in the night – wit is released.

You do not even need to try to spit wit out – it just whips!

From where? From what?

So, so swift – Thought is. So rapid.

I could think up 13 thoughts while in the process of writing 1 sentence for 1.

Whip! Lash. Thought is so fast.

I can, without thinking, lash out a witty remark before the acquaintance even finishes a word.

Whip! Lash. Thought is so fast.

I can manifest a noble story on command, in one bow-shot.

Whip! Lash. Thought is so fast.

And I can produce them oncoming for Eternity, it seems.

Whip! Lash. Thought is so fast.

Thanks to the Spirit whipped in Us All.

Whip. Lash. The Spirit is so fast.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER

JACK O’LANTERN’S SHORT MYTHOS:

3/6/20

4:08PM

Let’s do some kind of altering and perform some kind of mythological, metamorphic-al, and metaphorical change-up.

A short mythos.

A short mythos where we create the creation of something that everyone knows about, at the very end of the tale.

We’ll call this one:

THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER:

Deep within the bowels of the earth, the Devil’s Daughter is born – talking, and with eyes of black.

Now, you see, the Devil’s eyes are red – as he was born with them and lived up to his destiny. Demons have black eyes. And according to Satan – he was not having it.

“What is your frustration, daddy?” Asks the Devil’s Daughter, “Are you not gleeful that I was born?”

“You possess the eyes of the possessed, my daughter.” Daddy says.

“Well, daddy, as I recall the angels whispering to me before I was born here: Blackened eyes are born in Hell, colors gone, no rainbows dwell.”

The Devil paces to & fro with a couple fingers squeezed onto his chin. He halts and proclaims:

“MY GOD, I’ve got it. My dutiful daughter. You come from the womb talking & remembering, certainly you are not a child of Hell. Go out & return to me a cup of Poseidon’s blue ocean – you may ride my flying serpent.”

And so, she does.

“Lovely, my dutiful daughter. Now go out again and fetch me some light from the sun. A handful will do, and you may ride my flying serpent.”

And so, she does.

And what does Daddy Devil do? He mixes Poseidon’s blue water with the sun’s yellow light and creates a Green.

“My dutiful daughter.” says Daddy Devil, “You have boughten me the Light of God and the Life of Poseidon’s water, but you are missing some of Me. Go out and fetch me some dirt. There is no need to take the flying serpent, as you need not travel anywhere to reach the Center of the Earth”

The Devil’s Daughter reaches down, scoops up a pile of brown dirt, and hands it to daddy. The Devil mixes it with the green, takes the cocktail, and shoves it into his daughter’s black eyes – turning them hazel.

“There you are.” Says the Devil. “I will call you Hazel, as it is you now who will be Goddess of all things involving Light, Water & Earth – which is – All Things. You possess All in your eyes, and so you see over All. Hazel, Welcome to the Kingdom.”

And so, it is said, that All born of hazel eyes are genetic descendants of the first:

The Devil’s Daughter.

All Things – you possess in those eyes. And so it is important to know this to be so.

Carry it with you.

Live with it.

Live by it.

And never, nay ever, take those hazel eyes for granted.

-Jack O’Lantern

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(5:04PM)

THE NEW AGE

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

2/29/20

7:00PM

I feel strongly that Age aught to be calculated by Wisdom.

There should be tests. Not iQ tests, but Wisdom Scenarios – with all correct answers; one wiser than the next… then you may turn 10 years old.

We can start at the age of 10 with the tests. From 10 up you must grow wiser by the years.

The test is infinitely elaborated to your current wisdom, and so every year of your life you must pass the Wisdom Test in order to add to age.

If only Wisdom was the determining factor of your place in society – people would force themselves to become more wise, and the height of iQ would mean very little according to your Wisdom.

IQ has nothing to do with Wisdom.

A dumb man can be supremely Wise, and a supreme iQ could lack all wisdom.

This is my idea for my ideal society.

The New Age.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE BUDDHIST’S POINT:

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

2/28/20

2:00PM

I wanted to talk about the Buddhist’s point, which is that the root of your misery lies within the swamp of Desire.

Desire comes in many shapes & sizes, both in physical-ness & metaphysical-ness. This is how I will formulate and coin the 2:

Physical-ness: Desire for THE NOUN.

Metaphysical-ness: Desire for THE CONTROL.

Desire for The Noun is, of course, the desire for the Person, Place & Thing. It is waste to assume happiness in a noun; something apart from yourself. Desire is Never fulfilled in a noun – even once you attain The Noun, another noun will arrive, and the thirst will derive for that.

Like a fiddle, The Noun plays you.

Like a mouse, you are, that endlessly sprints in a wheel that travels yourself to nowhere.

That is the CURSE of The Desired Noun.

Now for the Metaphysical – Desire for THE CONTROL.

Control is an intrusive and abusive mind game, hence the metaphysics. Control itself comes in many shapes & forms and the El Capitan of The Control is The Ego.

The Desire of The Control lies, too, in the swamp of controlling how you want people to see yourself; how you want people to agree with what you think – just because your selfish ego wants it to be known. People strive, in leaps & bounds, in the desire to control the thoughts of people, even in petty situations.

Let me test myself and see if I can, here and now, conjure up a parable that explains both of these ruinsome desires in one bow-shot:

An elephant steps on the tale of a snake who is in pursuit of a desired mouse. However, the snake has already eaten, he is not hungry, he just wants the mouse as a trophy. Now, the snake, with venom filled teeth, sinks his fangs into the elephant’s foot – the elephant screams and insults:

“BAD SNAKE!!!”

And the snake says: “I AM NOT BAD! You stepped on my face and stuck yourself!”

And the elephant tumbled down from the poison, and crushed the snake dead.

It’s not the best example, but it’s what flowed out of me, so I’ll make it work:

Desire for The Noun is obvious: chase the noun (mouse) and you’ll be stuck under the elephant that is this heavy world.

Desire for The Control is not so obvious – and it comes in many more dimensions than the sample provided:

The elephant accused the snake of being a BAD SNAKE. The snake became offended – not because he actually was a bad snake, but because it is bad reputation. So, to control his reputation, and the minds of the animals who may be around listening, he fibs in desire to control the narrative.

When I feel like coming up with a better sample, I’ll write it.

The moral of the story, and The Buddhist’s Point, is that you will never be contented by a noun, or many nouns; you will never be contented by control, or All control – as a matter of fact, it is precisely that yearning & desire that is the

Fundamental Root of Your Misery.

You crush your own self with the weight of an elephant.

So do as the Buddhist’s do:

Breathe out.

Let go.

And if you are to yearn for something – yearn for Nirvana.

Yearn to find your True Self.

-Jack O’Lantern

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REPULSING CONVERSATION:

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

2/13/20

6:02PM

What is this curse – this revolting repetition of reviving the same words on one single tongue?

Over, and over, and over again, people LOVE to repeat themselves! Over, and over, and over again. Must one being serve up that same dish; the same mush constantly? Everyday?

What is this repulsing, mindless, unconscious speak about the irreparable weather? What is this recycled-garbage-con-conversation? This meaningless and motionless syndicating statement of the writhing weather – EVERYDAY.

Have you nothing better to vomit up? Have you nothing different? Must speak be so bland?

“Tomorrow is cold.” “Today is supposed to be 47 degrees.” ” The sun is out today.”

WHO CARES! WE KNOW.

If you want to compliment it – do so.

If you want to track it and make the same empty statement, everyday, challenge yourself to do better conversation.

And then you can talk to me about the weather.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE DEATH OF THE WHITE LIE

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

2/24/20

7:30PM

HEARKEN:

FOR I PROCLAIM HERE & NOW,

THE DEATH OF THE WHITE LIE.

It is no longer white, but BLACK – sucked dry of all its purity.

I AM HERE TO STATE:

White Lies are NO LONGER Moral lies – but fake UNNECESSARY lies.

Pointless, unsophisticated, low iQ lies for someone who’s too brainless to create real, True Conversation.

This is the DEATH OF THE WHITE LIE.

This is the eulogy.

This is profane.

FROM HERE ON OUT, THE WHITE LIE IS A PROFANITY:

it is sycophantically profane to breathlessly habitualize White Lies.

DEATH IS ON THIS DATE:

2/24/20

THIS DATE IS THE THE DATE OF

THE DEATH OF THE WHITE LIE.

R.I.P.

-Jack O’Lantern

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I’M SURE HE REGRETS IT

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

2/17/20

9:20 AM

As Jesus Christ has before stated, he is just a man; an imperfect man – and I am beginning to espy one of his imperfections that I think ruined his religion;

His CAUSE.

I think that he had a touch of too much ego.

I’ll explain why I believe that this is the case:

Jesus Christ forewarned of idolatry – the worshiping of an idol.

Let’s first sort out why idolatry is nonsense – simply put – you rely on your belief in the IDOL as a passage to Heaven, rather than the belief in fixing yourself in order to get into Heaven.

He KNEW this!

Perhaps better than most.

He WARNED of it.

But then he, the Christ, slipped up, multiple times.

He said:

“If you believe in me, you will be saved.”

RUBBISH.

EGO.

He knew The Law, and yet his ego conquered, and he morphed himself into what he warned about.

He, himself, has created the prime religion of IDOLATRY.

Jesus Christ, I need not your forgiveness, as it is I, who forgives you.

I’m sure he regrets it.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE MAN-CHILD

JACK O’LANTERNS JOURNAL;

2/19/20

6:58 PM

How funny that HOPE should feel so childishly innocent and DOUBT so fraudulently mature and pseudo-wise.

When the Bible proclaims that only the child goes to Heaven – this is precisely it. The rare innocent case of Hope and Faith.

You must be the Man-Child.

The Mature Man of Hope and Faith.

LO:

I dost not mean faith in prophet or religion. Anyone could have faith in a prophet or religion –

as it is harder to recite the ABC’s than it is to believe in a thing.

The Mature Man of Hope and Faith dost not only find Hope and Faith in Life, but in himself –

He KNOWS that every situation brought to him in life is a deliverance from God, and therefore sees the correspondence of himself with The World.

Be the Man-Child.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE TOOL TO THE INWARD RIVER BEYOND:

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

2/14/20

11:16AM

Imagination is the vehicle into depth. Imagination is the riverboat to the Inward River Beyond.

I was once accused of being too imaginative & deep – by someone who was excruciatingly hollow.

Too deep? Is this a real thing? Why would one not want depth, deepness? Why would anyone want hollowness?

Every Great whoever lived that is known & unknown has had one key tribute in common – Imagination.

Every artist, philosopher, break-through scientist, analytical psychologist, mythologist & prophet has had VAST Imagination. Tesla, Einstein, Twain, Jung & Freud conquered STRICTLY because of Imagination.

It is the riverboat to the inward river beyond.

Imagination is not fantasy – it is a tool. A tool that unlocks the worlds secret gates.

Imagination is THE TOOL to the Inward River Beyond.

-Jack O’Lantern

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SHOUT OUT TO THE LIVING DEAD:

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

1/10/20

11:56AM

SHOUT OUT TO THE LIVING DEAD

who skyrocket the Enlightened Ones into Heavenly Sphere.

Without you, there is no base or basis for launch. Without you, The Living Dead, there is no one’s who live.

Living Dead, you complete me;

you complete Us.

Your folly inspires – it inflames.

Your passionless-ness makes me passionate.

You evoke pity, and so Thank You for filling me with pity, and drying me out of All envy.

You wipe me clean of your sins.

The more you dirty yourself – the more I cleanse myself off.

The more you destroy yourself – the more I create myself.

The more you curse God – the more I worship.

Your rotten karma delivers me Divine Fruit.

My only hope is that you, too, will take bite of the pomegranate that you have delivered me.

SHOUT OUT TO THE LIVING DEAD.

-Jack O’Lantern

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HAT’S OFF TO YOU:

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

2/9/20

10:30AM

I am utterly fascinated with The Lie, for some reason. Perhaps we can sort out why; or a piece of that Why, at least:

It is so simple – The Lie.

So easy to dive into. It is so much easier to fib than it is to tell The Truth – it is a beautiful & artistic masterpiece created by the one and only Lucifer.

Bravo, Lucifer. You are brilliant.

So miraculously brilliant that beings oftentimes believe that their lies are TRUE!

It is a terrific job-well-done, this magnificient creation of The Lie.

You see, the trickery & art lies in the fact that 1 single lie is hardly a nuisance or a sin.

On the Scale of Sin, 10 being the worst, we shall make 1 Lie a 1.

But how many lies are you telling?

How many lies do you live?

So easily tricked, beings are, by this artful masterpiece called The Lie.

Bravo, again, Lucifer. You are truly an artistic genius.

Hat’s off to you.

-Jack O’Lantern

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THE GREAT & POWERFUL LITTLE DEVIL:

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

1/8/20

11:50

To harvest and keep a little devil inside of yourself is a highly needed thing – it is like a dash of salt in the stew; just a dash makes the tasty stew.

But beings have let their little devil run amuck. The little devil has been over dosed. The lies that are meant to be told, that are okay to be told, have multiplied an ocean’s depth. No longer are there necessary lies – but a swamp of frauds & falsities that “support” an imperfect man’s ego.

Very few, there are, of True human beings living today. If lies turned flesh into plastic, a plastic bag would contain more merit than the majority of fake manikins that fumble around in folly on this Earth.

The little devil that was once so small, and used righteously in Man, has morphed by feedings and has become the Great & Powerful

LUCIFER.

-Jack O’Lantern

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YOU’RE VERY CONVINCING:

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

2/8/20

7:23

It is amazing how you can convince yourself of anything.

To put it into perspective:

MY HOW TRUE A JUDGEMENT CAN FEEL!

You can convince yourself of anything.

You are deluded by your own self! What an illusion life is, and the life of the man who lives it.

You’re very convincing, you know. Very convincing, indeed.

It is so very important to know this, so that your ankle does not get snapped in the bear trap that you camouflaged with leaves, yourself.

Everyone lives in persistent illusion, it is The Law and Rule of Life. The point of life is to find out that rule – and break it. Every judgement is untrue until you have met with it face to face.

Go ahead and judge – you aught to. You need to.

But you aught not to, and need not to

KNOW it.

-Jack

I HOPE THAT YOU DO:

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

2/15/20

2:53PM

I wonder if anyone asks themselves as many questions as I do.

You know, there’s a reason as to why you aught to be always asking questions – reason being – it is the only way to get answers.

How does one get answers if one does not ask questions?

But then one says: “We’ll, I am the one asking the question, so how will I receive the answer?”

Have you never answered your own questions before? Have you never picked your brain and sorted something, that you did not know before, out? We do it all of the time. It’s just that many of us aren’t curious enough to keep it a constant; many aren’t spiritual enough to ask spiritual questions.

There’s a magick to intention, a legitimate magick. You’re intention manifests, within yourself & in the Cosmos, a gate that cannot be opened without your seeking of it.

Intention births possibility.

Question births potential.

But without the intended question – the gate remains shut.

You are One with the Spirit who is One with the Cosmos.

YOU have ALL of the Answers.

But, will you intend to get them?

Will you seek to find them?

I don’t know, but I hope that you do.

-Jack O’Lantern

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I’M A TRAVELER:

JACK O’LANTERN’S JOURNAL:

2/6/20

7:29PM

There are 3 places that I travel to mostly, at this point in my life: my apartment, work and a park on a lake for thoughts & ideas. But this travel is a scarce happening in regards to where I truly go.

My entire journey is inward.

I encounter 33+ Symbols a day, naturally, which correspond to my passing thoughts in those moments.

I travel.

I travel far, I travel long, I have been traveling for the past 6 years – on my way to my apartment, work and the lake. So many places I’ve been – I’m even traveling now. What a journey; an invisible journey, that no eyes can see.

I’m a traveler.

It seems to me that this plane can only be entered into through the present moment. You must be present – even whilst engaged in THINKING, so that you can parallel Symbols to Thought.

When you begin to spy the symbols, the Journey will be spied.

– Jack

The Magic Cycle:

THE MAGICK CYCLE COMPLETED:

1.13.20

10:22am

There is an inward cycle that persistently reoccurs in my life, and so, here I am to document it as honestly as I am capable of, to paper with ink.

Generally, (and I will get down to brass tax) it goes something like so:

You receive a Gift. You lose the Gift. You have Hope. Hope turns into Confusion. Confusion turns into Hope Lost. And then, you receive back the Gift.

I. GIFT.

II. GIFT LOST.

III. HOPE.

IV. CONFUSION.

V. HOPE LOST.

VI. GIFT.

I am currently within this cycle as I write this, and plan on keeping diary on my inward journey through each phase.

(Received Gift: 1.5.20, Lost Gift: 1.7.20)

Firstly, I will explain all phases:

I. GIFT.

Generally, the Gift received is not physical – it is Soulful. It presents itself to you unasked, un-yearned, and unbeknownst to your previous desires; there is no clue or cue of its existence until it is birthed and breathes life. It is heavy-surprise, life-changing, belief-destroying, & remains mysterious, even after you’ve seen its face.

And so, (here is the magic trick into PHASE II.) you are FORCED with surprise and grandiose shock to become OFF-BALANCED.

And so, God being a God who cares deeply about ones balance and centeredness (because that is where God is – in the Center.) he takes away the soulful Gift, like a Father who takes away a child’s toy for not acting appropriately.

II. GIFT LOST:

(no need for explanation.)

III. HOPE:

The Gift that grieved you is fresh.

Typically, in the birth of this plane, Hope is pure; it is doubtless, and you know, within your heart of hearts, that you will receive the Gift back.

But, in Time, and as it is with Time – it conjures thought. It conjures idea and skepticism. It conjures doubt.

If you are an honest thinker, and not drunk with the ignorance of pure hope – this will happen. We tend to feel that doubt is reality, even though it is still up in the air, and this leads to:

IV. CONFUSION:

Hope is not dead yet, but it is just about done fixing up it’s noose.

A Wiseman will let it go. He will climb up the tree, tie off the rope, and leap swiftly off of the branch.

The swifter he is – the more wise.

V. HOPE LOST:

This is the plane that All may fear, yet, the adaptation alone conquers a strength that is vital & important.

Like the Wiseman, it is easiest done by surrendering with certainty to Death (hope lost), and it is here that you manifest, supremely, your Higher Self.

In your heart, the Gift is now dead. You have seen it live in beauty and you have experienced it’s decay. You possess the complete knowledge of it – it’s Good & it’s Evil – and yes, I mean Evil, because, if you are a smart thinker in the HOPE LOST phase, you will have studied the Gift & shown yourself all of the negatives that it may have, in fact, manifested whilst in your drunken-pure-hope stage.

You will show yourself to understand, solidly, why you aught NOT to possess this Gift, after all.

And then:

VI. GIFT:

You get it.


THOUGHTS ON THE CYCLE:

It is clear to me that within this persistent Magick Cycle that infests & suggests my life, that it is pure Genius. Hail the Prime Creator and His perfected teachings.

RECAP:

The Gift is received. Filled with excite, you are off-balanced and unready to handle it. The Gift is removed. You transform. You see everything that the Gift is – including it’s pandoras box, which you did not see before.

You are balanced now.

You deserve the Gift.

You get it.


TIMELY SCHEDULE (not concrete):

I. The Plane of HOPE is usually long lived. (couple weeks +)

II. The Plane of CONFUSION. (few days)

III. The Plane of HOPE LOST. (couple days)

IV. Like a thief in the night, the Gift is given. (swiftly, when least expected)

*NOTE*

Sometimes the Gift you receive back is not the concrete thing that you thought – but something profoundly similar in Symbolistic Measure. In other words, the Gift may be different, but what you had acquired was the same –

The Soul.

(end passage 1.)


ORDER is necessary:

The Rest of The Magic Cycle Passages:

Passage II.

Passage III.

 Passage IV.

Passage V.

Passage VI.

Passage VII.

Passage VIII.

Passage IX.

Passage X.

Passage XI.

Passage XII.

Passage XIII.

Passage XIV.

Passage XV.

Passage XVI.

Passage XVII.

 

COPY @ 2020 JACK O’LANTERN

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 17. 2.3.20, 9:07AM

TODAY is the Date that has been projected on my calendar for merely a year. Typically, this day calls for Death. But I don’t feel it. I’m centered – even if today is not the day, I am pretty sure I will maintain the balance.

It’s different. All of these years, thinking that I was conquering Doubt by plunging into it, and it wasn’t the case.

NOW, Doubt is Conquered. At least until it proves otherwise. But I have my doubts that it will.


4:47PM

I’m being communicated to, which has become so natural to me in this life that I’ve grown numb to it – it’s been commonplace for 6 years now, so it is organic, and secret, and no longer surprise.

How do I explain this…

I harvest no doubt, but I still, naturally & truthfully do not know.

The symbols today are so bright & illuminating. I am being told to KNOW.

I’ve become so balanced with myself, that even when my day is filled with complimenting symbols, I still remain a sturdy head, because I still don’t know.

But an hour ago, I was told to let go of Unknowingness – and KNOW.

This is so antithetical to my practices which the Spirit has trained me by.

For the first time ever, GOD, the LOGOS, Prime Creator, Spiritual Energy – Whatever you want to call it – is, in fact, telling me that the Gift will be received back today.

He has never acted this way with me before.


2/3/20

7:07PM

Gift received.

 

(End Cycle.)

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 16. 2.2.20, 1:13PM

I want to try and explain my thought processes on the dramatic shift of what I thought was a concrete process:

The original process was, as I have stated:

I. GIFT

II. GIFT LOST

III. HOPE

IV. CONFUSION

V. HOPE LOST

VI. GIFT

What HOPE LOST really means is DEATH.

You cannot fight the oncoming DEATH. And so, to fight it – you struggle and fault up the transition. To let-go you go freely, which is how I’ve mastered that phase for 6 years.

But the process has shifted.

You see, I know that we are Immortal Beings, and I care NOT who believes me.

I harvest absolutely NO fear of DEATH – I welcome it, I yearn for the Next Level.

Nothing can destroy me.

This body is GARBAGE.

In other words – I have NO DOUBT – so why pay any attention to that Devil?

The question is, how is every Gift rekindled into Immortality?

Perhaps immortality is not related to the Gift in a direct way – but to the PROCESS.

This process, and however it changes, is certainly a Heavenly Rule. There is a Law at play that is related to the Cosmos & Beyond. Your inward processes are from out there.

To go in, you reach out.

(end passage)

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 15. 2.1.20, 1:22PM

How do I put this evolved addition to paper?


2:35PM

I’m fighting Doubt. It is not my orders. Typically, I dive into it and let it manifest.

It’s different, but it’s not NO struggle like I had thought yesterday. Doubt is a wretched thing. It’s just the beginning and there’s a battle taking place already; at least in this moment.


2/2/20

9:06PM

Will HOPE win out?

If it doesn’t win out, will the GIFT be detracted? It’s only morning, but I’ve had no doubts today yet.

TOMORROW is the DATE:

Typically, when I receive dates, it is not the precise date that is the day. You see, I am not allowed to know the exact day nor hour, just like the Angels in Heaven know not the day nor hour of Christ’s Return. So, ALWAYS, when I get a date, The Day falls somewhere around it.

Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe in 3 days – who know. But, whatever day it is, it is nigh. It is coming.

And who knows exactly what it brings? I am hopeful that I know, but sometimes transcendence moves.

The Angels don’t know, and neither do I.

(end passage)

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 14. 1.31.20, 4:05PM

Is the Devil, DOUBT?

 

I am being communicated to NOT doubt for this cycle. It is an odd thing for me, because for every process that I’ve traveled through – HOPE LOST -is the MAGICK that CREATES the MANIFESTATION.

Or, so I thought.

For the past week or so, every time that my mind has begun to manifest a subtle doubt – I see the number 15 – The Devil on the Tarot deck. So, instead of a continuation of doubt – I balance.

This process is much less dramatic compared to the past process of the last 6 years.

Perhaps it is a maturation. I conquered Doubt many of times before, perhaps I am wise enough now to handle the scale-change.

But is the Devil, doubt?

(end passage)

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 13. 1.27.20, 4:00PM

Thursday is a day. And although I cannot reveal to you why it is a day, it is still a day.

Next Monday is a day, too. And although I cannot reveal to you why it is a day – it is, still, a day.

I’m counting down the days to Death – the HOPE LOST stage, if it comes.

Dates. Always dates; future dates, and always, always, they are important.

Daily, I take in many numbers from my surroundings, and typically they speak to me through my knowledge of the Tarot Deck – which I know quite thoroughly because of my skills in symbolism.

But sometimes, I receive DATES.

Next Monday’s date: 2/3/20 has been in my calendar for almost a year.

Funny. I forgot it was a date.

(end passage)

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 11. 1.22.20, 11:03AM

Stillness. Peace. No nerves; no certainty. Whatever life conjures – the manifestation is what it will be – for now, until the next evolution.

EVOLUTION:

The point of life, for me at least, is to consistently be in a state of climbing evolution. The issue is that you cannot point the finger and choose when to climb. The mountain must come, and it is not I who rises it out of the Divine Ground.

The only thing I am steadfast in is obeying my Spirit. When the Spirit orders me to place my hand on the next rock of this mountain, I do so, even when it is risky & sharp. To climb with no spirit is superficiality. The Mountain & The Man must be ONE.

If I were to climb up to conquer it, I would race up it and take shortcuts.

You must wait & let the mountain deliver you your next step, so that the mountain may conquer You, so that you may conquer It.

Then you Evolve.


12:15PM

Waiting & resting in the VOID. Time dost not exist, and yet, it is what stands in the way – what is needed in this World.

The Gift was known, but who knows but God? Perhaps it is something different; perhaps it is not what I thought. I don’t know. But I trust in the Spirit and her process. My inner world hangs on the golden thread of Faith. Not faith in the Gift, but faith in whatever that Gift may be. The outcome, which I know nothing about.

Prime Creator is a MASTERMIND at TRANSCENDENCE:

Whether the concrete Gift IS the Gift, or it is transcended into something I know not of – the latter is oftentimes a Truth, but not always. I have received many gifts that were the Gifts in the beginning of the processes, but I have received many that were transcended, as well. He plays with symbols so simply, so swiftly, and when you know how to toy with symbols, anything can be transcended into anything – so long as the receptor can read and convert the language of Symbolistic Transmissions.

 

(end passage)

 

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 10. 1.21.20, 4:55pm

The Center is so obscure.

What exists in the middle? What exists at the center of the earth? It is Paradiso or Inferno?

The sun sets here, but rises on the other side of the globe. Is it setting or rising? Is it neither? Is it just moving?

It is the Mind that moves it up & down. It is the mind that moves like The Sun.

How can bad mental health’s curing be obscurity? Centeredness. Neti, neti.

Because it is Arcane, and Mysterious, and Impenetrable.

It is being grounded while floating 2” off of the ground.

To be grounded, you fly high. To not be, you fall low.

 

(end passage)

REMINDER:

LO: you aught to read these coming 17 passages, in Order, to follow me on that journey. But, the passages that arrive after these 17 need NOT to be followed in left-brain order – each one will be it’s own entity, after 17 passages.

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 9. 1.20.20, 6:07pm

I am rather still.

In this state of CONFUSION, or UNKNOWING, I pick no side.

I pick no fantasy.

I feel not Good at all, nor bad at all.

Hope is muted from me, not gone. Doubt is the same.

LIMBO…

Even when I force attempts to think of the Gift – Nothing. Nothing wants to give. I refrain, subconsciously, to impose ideals. My own ideals of the past are tucked away.

I feel like I have escaped from Maya – the illusion of the World that conquers All Human Minds. My judgements are trampled – fantasy faded.

I have conquered the great and powerful Maya, momentarily, at this particular moment, with this particular faction of my wide eyed World.

 

(end passage)

 

REMINDER:

LO: you aught to read these coming 17 passages, in Order, to follow me on that journey. But, the passages that arrive after these 17 need NOT to be followed in left-brain order – each one will be it’s own entity, after 17 passages.

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 8. 1.19.20, 4:28pm

Doubt seeps in subtly, but known.

Perhaps doubt is CONFUSION… Well, maybe it’s not, now that I spectate my feelings:

CONFUSION is UNKNOWING.

Which is funny to me, because it’s always been unknown since the Gift was Lost, even when filled with Hope.

There’s grayness to confusion, it is neither Hope nor Doubt. Not white or black, but GRAY. I feel it. It’s in the air, in the snowfall, in the naked trees with a sunless sky.


5:05PM

Currently staring at a Squirrel.

The squirrel is so swift, even in the coldest of weather. As swift as it is when the thermometer rises to 90 degrees – it conquers the frigid, as well. It does not even feel the pain. It walks through it, prancing, and uncaring to the death of life that this world delivers every year. Even with the cold winds blowing, he just stands there, and stays put, chest out and nose up, facing the Winds of Winter.

This is a good symbol for me to meditate on in this phase of CONFUSION.


8:04PM

In silence I conquer.

My journey is All inward.

I don’t know how to explain what that means, but I will try:

Your Whole World is Inward.

[Unexpected Zen Poem]

 

(end passage)

 

REMINDER:

LO: you aught to read these coming 17 passages, in Order, to follow me on that journey. But, the passages that arrive after these 17 need NOT to be followed in left-brain order – each one will be it’s own entity, after 17 passages.

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 7. 1.18.20, 3:21pm

I was correct. It was not illusion.

It is miraculous how often I foresee My World.

All is correct in yesterday’s writings, besides the last part. There is No temptation away from the Gift.

This Gift seems to conquer All.

But the processes are in perfect placement to lose all of my Hope in receiving it.

It will die in my heart.

It always does.

Even whilst I know

THE GAME.

 

(end passage)

 

REMINDER:

LO: you aught to read these coming 17 passages, in Order, to follow me on that journey. But, the passages that arrive after these 17 need NOT to be followed in left-brain order – each one will be it’s own entity, after 17 passages.

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 6. 1.16.20, 6:50pm

SURPRISE REALIZATION:

It is a shame that I cannot speak of this gift, but let’s just mention here that tonight may altar something in regards to it.

(it could just be illusion, & I will fill in the future blanks if it is)

Let us write out what it would altar if I am right: Basically, it would assist in the Killing of this Gift – which is what is needed for the phase of HOPE LOST, in order to get the gift in the end.

But, this could be worse. It could, potentially, tempt me away from the Gift, which I think not possible, but it could.

We’ll see.

(end passage)

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 5. 1.16.20, 6:50pm

I wonder if anyone sees as much Symbolism as I do.          It forges my life and floods my day – everyday – but some more than others, as is the way with emotions & scales in life that are consistently moving – changing.

The Symbols today were high spirited, and complimented my imaginary decision that I had made yesterday.

I am also less fantasy and more balanced than I was yesterday. I feel less Hope and more maturity for some reason,

even with the Symbols.

Paradoxes, always paradoxes.

(end passage)

 

REMINDER:

LO: you aught to read these coming 17 passages, in Order, to follow me on that journey. But, the passages that arrive after these 17 need NOT to be followed in left-brain order – each one will be it’s own entity, after 17 passages.

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 4. 1.15.20, 7:20pm

I am presented, invisibly, with a choice that is illusory – it is pretend, as all imagination is until it happens. And generally, for me, it often happens. It is just not always often what you expect.

The choice that conquered my conscience was as simple as so:

CHOICE 1: Present Gift.

CHOICE 2: An old gift that I had lost long ago. (pre-spirit, pre-journey, in adolescence)

It was faulty play on the Spirit’s part, at first, because my judgement at present is skewed – which I am aware of. And so, I chose the Present Gift naturally, because that Lost-Old-Gift is nay an option; it has been dead & will remain in the grave, for as far as I know. But sometimes, I don’t.

But then my mind got tricky and matured.

It refined the past thought to better resolution, and stated:

“What if Present Gift and Lost-Old-Gift WAS the choice at hand?”

And all of a sudden, I was stuck. And all of a sudden, the bias was not oneway – but hard. (an honest mind will do that to you.)

But, to my shock, prior to about 33 minutes of unbiased feeling and genuine thought, I did something that I thought never possible. I said farewell to the Lost-Old-Gift that’s haunted my life, somewhat tragically but also beautifully, and I picked the present one.

Nirvana. Breathe out. Let go. AUM…

(end passage)

 

REMINDER:

LO: you aught to read these coming 17 passages, in Order, to follow me on that journey. But, the passages that arrive after these 17 need NOT to be followed in left-brain order – each one will be it’s own entity, after 17 passages.

THE MAGICK CYCLE: PASSAGE 3. 1.14.20, 3:21pm

I nearly had a slight confusion last night when I wrote the words: “What if…”

But I battered it away quite rapidly with wisdom and past knowledge of how The Spirit teaches.

Also, I am aware of not stating my Gift. For, it would be much easier for me, but the Gift would detract from the lesson of the ghost who is reading this. Plus, I adore a writing challenge. It keeps me sharp.

For now, things are quite hopeful, but I am still aware of my illusion.

Perhaps, for the sake of challenge, I will attempt at explaining the confusion that caught me off course for all of 110 seconds:

FIRST SIGN OF CONFUSION:

The present Gift that is presently Lost had surprised me & tossed me off course. It deterred me from something that I aught to deter, and will continue to deter, even if the Gift is not given back.

So the Confusion was that perhaps that WAS the Gift – and not the actual Gift presented. It would hurt, but I would understand The Spirit’s lie, no doubt.

But… there is a 3rd dimension to this Gift which I had not immediately realized, that knocks this illusion down – we hope.

Without exposing anything, it would have been highly unnecessary for God to have even exposed me to the Gift all together, unless he wanted to be unnecessarily Evil – and that’s not God’s style. You see, God is a balanced God.

He is only necessarily Evil.


6:32 PM

Thought:

Hope & Doubt make up a Yin-Yang.

Hope is, of course, an angelic thing; a light in a room of darkness – which is Doubt.

HOPE = GOOD

means that,

DOUBT= EVIL (?)

It is a new thought, and so I have not pegged down the odd justification for this seemingly trivial thing just yet.

If I do, I shall make it known.

(end passage)

 

REMINDER:

LO: you aught to read these coming 17 passages, in Order, to follow me on that journey. But, the passages that arrive after these 17 need NOT to be followed in left-brain order – each one will be it’s own entity, after 17 passages.

THE MAGICK CYCLE: Passage 2: 1.13.20, 4:44PM

HOPE:

*(This is my current phase. 1 week in.)*

Within Hope is fantasy.

Within Hope is Dream.

It is filled with wonderful illusion. And, although I know this to be complete facade, it is still wonderful. But, it still remains illusion, and I am aware of this. But, is Doubt not just as illusory as Hope? You see, as I know from being exposed to this cycle many times before, I am now in the YANG PHASE – the white light of HOPE. I have been here for about a week, and will remain here for some more time until I am to experience the YIN PHASE – where it is his turn to conquer: The Darkness of Doubt.


8:46PM

Thought:

What if…

(end passage)

 

REMINDER:

LO: you aught to read these coming 17 passages, in Order, to follow me on that journey. But, the passages that arrive after these 17 need NOT to be followed in left-brain order – each one will be it’s own entity, after 17 passages.

1. The Magick Cycle:

 

1.13.20

10:22am

There is an inward cycle that persistently reoccurs in my life, and so, here I am to document it as honestly as I am capable of, to paper with ink.

Generally, (and I will get down to brass tax) it goes something like so:

You receive a Gift. You lose the Gift. You have Hope. Hope turns into Confusion. Confusion turns into Hope Lost. And then, you receive back the Gift.

I. GIFT.

II. GIFT LOST.

III. HOPE.

IV. CONFUSION.

V. HOPE LOST.

VI. GIFT.

I am currently within this cycle as I write this, and plan on keeping diary on my inward journey through each phase.

(Received Gift: 1.5.20, Lost Gift: 1.7.20)

Firstly, I will explain all phases:

I. GIFT.

Generally, the Gift received is not physical – it is Soulful. It presents itself to you unasked, un-yearned, and unbeknownst to your previous desires; there is no clue or cue of its existence until it is birthed and breathes life. It is heavy-surprise, life-changing, belief-destroying, & remains mysterious, even after you’ve seen its face.

And so, (here is the magic trick into PHASE II.) you are FORCED with surprise and grandiose shock to become OFF-BALANCED.

And so, God being a God who cares deeply about ones balance and centeredness (because that is where God is – in the Center.) he takes away the soulful Gift, like a Father who takes away a child’s toy for not acting appropriately.

II. GIFT LOST:

(no need for explanation.)

III. HOPE:

The Gift that grieved you is fresh.

Typically, in the birth of this plane, Hope is pure; it is doubtless, and you know, within your heart of hearts, that you will receive the Gift back.

But, in Time, and as it is with Time – it conjures thought. It conjures idea and skepticism. It conjures doubt.

If you are an honest thinker, and not drunk with the ignorance of pure hope – this will happen. We tend to feel that doubt is reality, even though it is still up in the air, and this leads to:

IV. CONFUSION:

Hope is not dead yet, but it is just about done fixing up it’s noose.

A Wiseman will let it go. He will climb up the tree, tie off the rope, and leap swiftly off of the branch.

The swifter he is – the more wise.

V. HOPE LOST:

This is the plane that All may fear, yet, the adaptation alone conquers a strength that is vital & important.

Like the Wiseman, it is easiest done by surrendering with certainty to Death (hope lost), and it is here that you manifest, supremely, your Higher Self.

In your heart, the Gift is now dead. You have seen it live in beauty and you have experienced it’s decay. You possess the complete knowledge of it – it’s Good & it’s Evil – and yes, I mean Evil, because, if you are a smart thinker in the HOPE LOST phase, you will have studied the Gift & shown yourself all of the negatives that it may have, in fact, manifested whilst in your drunken-pure-hope stage.

You will show yourself to understand, solidly, why you aught NOT to possess this Gift, after all.

And then:

VI. GIFT:

You get it.


THOUGHTS ON THE CYCLE:

It is clear to me that within this persistent Magick Cycle that infests & suggests my life, that it is pure Genius. Hail the Prime Creator and His perfected teachings.

RECAP:

The Gift is received. Filled with excite, you are off-balanced and unready to handle it. The Gift is removed. You transform. You see everything that the Gift is – including it’s pandoras box, which you did not see before.

You are balanced now.

You deserve the Gift.

You get it.


TIMELY SCHEDULE (not concrete):

I. The Plane of HOPE is usually long lived. (couple weeks +)

II. The Plane of CONFUSION. (few days)

III. The Plane of HOPE LOST. (couple days)

IV. Like a thief in the night, the Gift is given. (swiftly, when least expected)

*NOTE*

Sometimes the Gift you receive back is not the concrete thing that you thought – but something profoundly similar in Symbolistic Measure. In other words, the Gift may be different, but what you had acquired was the same –

The Soul.

(end passage)

JACKISM.

I’m working on a little big book called JACKISM. It is religious doctrine; it is Mythos & Tale, like all religious doctrine is.

2023 will be the year of it’s birth.

But, while working on my doctrine, I will also be keeping a journal, which will be called Jack O’Lantern’s Journal. I began this journal a month ago, and although this notebook will be published, along with JACKISM; along with my book of 43 Fairy Tales,

I currently had a recent idea…

You see, the passages are quite short. I don’t believe in heavy length passages & chapters in a book – because that is not how you conquer the NON-READERS.

And that heavy majority is a mission of mine.

So, my idea was that, since I’ve had a 1 month head start with the journal, that perhaps I will post a passage here, in my playground, every singe day.

It is quite personal material. Inward utterances I can nay ever speak aloud. Oh well. Let I, Jack O’Lantern, share myself to those scarce few who may only see.

We’ll start tomorrow.


EXTRA: (important information)

I started this journal by cataloging a natural process that I was inwardly going through at the time.

It will bleed out to be about 17 short passages long.

After that process had ended, I began to write short passages of whatever soars to my intellect at the time of pen-pick-up. Those recollections will be recorded here post the 17 passage process.

The passage tomorrow will be the only lengthy one, because it is necessary in order for you to follow my long train of thought through the rest of the 17 passage cycle.

LO, you aught to read these coming 17 passages, in Order, to follow me on that journey. But, the passages that arrive after these 17 need NOT to be followed in left-brain order – each one will be it’s own entity, after 17.

And so, that being said, let us enter into the woods of

Jack O’Lantern’s Mind.

 

Tomorrow.

EROS GAMES

Felt like writing something for someone:

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State that is Divine, Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth was stricken with an arrow from Ero’s satchel. However, this arrow was contradictory, in a way, because love was not the primal manifestation of the target it impaled. What had manifested was something curious and not of the mundane norm for an arrow from Ero’s satchel – but an overt and overpowering love for Debate.

JACK: (pulls arrow out of hip) Show yourself, Eros! I know you are around.

The God-Child that is Eros floats nigh like a butterfly on a day with heavy winds.

JACK: Those winds have you a mess today, Eros. (grabs Eros and sets him on the ground)

EROS: A mess I am! Where did you find that arrow, Jack?

JACK: In my side, Eros. But I must admit, the love I had assumed you would cause is second in line to what has been felt.

EROS: Oh, for Mount Olympus’s sake! That arrow was not meant for you, but for Apollo! You see, Jack, for Apollo is much in love with Daphne, the one who rides on dolphins.

JACK: You have explained nothing.

EROS: Well, you see, Jack, a short time ago, perhaps a bit over four thousand years, I had struck Apollo with a love dart whilst his eyes were laid upon Daphne – and, in that same moment, Daphne, I had shot with the anti-love dart, whilst her eyes were laid upon Apollo’s.

JACK: Poor Apollo!

EROS: I know!

JACK: You are a devil.

EROS: I know. Read more

JACK & JILL

Once Upon a Moon on a Breezy Night in June…

Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, sat with his sister, Jill, at the bottom of a hill, in a valley.

(There is a well at the top of this hill that shines silver.)

Jack:  This well only glows at the births of New Moons, Jill. Certainly there is a Magick at play that is persuading this light manifestation to form.

Jill:  Do you suspect that it is Black Magick or White Magick, Jack?

Jack: (scratches head) Seems to be of a certain make of gray.

Jill: (scratches head) Well, if it ain’t good nor bad, then what is it, Jack?

Jack: I think it’s above Good & Evil, Jill.

Jill: I want to climb up this hill.

Jack: I’ll go fetch the pail.

JACK & JILL:

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7 Deadly Squid Sins

♠Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…  Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, was walking along a beach. From Poseidon’s Ocean, a miraculous sight to spy – a Giant Squid squirms, with a chin up, onto dry sand. Of the Squid’s 8 tentacles, 7 are held high and clasping onto a rope – with a dead animal hanged onto each noose.

 (The 8thtentacle hides behind the 7.)

7 Dead Animals:

I. Mouse

II. Sloth

III. Serpent

IV. Lion

V. Raccoon

VI. Love Bird

VII. Hog

Jack: You are a destructive monster.

7 DEADLY SQUID SINS.

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Sun King

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind….   Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, was walking up a mountain side. He strays upon a Porcupine who stands up on 2 feet and holds a wooden sign.

SIGN READS: THE SUN KING IS COMING.

Jack: The Sun King is coming, you say? Who is this Sun King, and what does he come for?

Porcupine: The Sun King is coming…the Sun King is coming…the Sun King is coming…

Jack: You are possessed or dumb?

Porcupine: If you are hungry, eat.

A flare from the Sun reaches down, kisses porcupine on the forehead, and falls him to ash – where a flower births from the pile.

Jack: (picks up sign) The Sun King is coming?

SUN KING.

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Speak No Evil

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…    Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, was strolling along in a desert. He comes across a field of 3 cacti with a serpent tied in a bow around each one, and an apple stuck in their mouths – with a worm that pokes out of each, and communicates for the snakes.

Wicked Worm: Curse you, Pumpkin Head.

Wretched Worm: Death to you and your works.

Witchy Worm: Spells be casted upon your angel.

Jack: Do you hear your little voices? You 3 evil worms are possessed by the Dark One. You’re master’s mouths are stuck with bitten apples, and have not the vocal cords of their own – but your tiny little worm-tongues to express the meek and enslaved devil inside of yourself. It is time to put Satan behind you.

Wicked Worm: Curse you, Pumpkin Head.

Wretched Worm: Death to you and your works.

Witchy Worm: Spells be casted upon your angel.

Jack: Get behind me, Satan.

SPEAK NO EVIL.

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Peacock Scroll

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…

There was Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, on a peacock farm. A pack of peacocks sit and stare in deep trance at a scroll hung up on a wall – that is in a constant state of unraveling. Among the scroll are symbols and words that pass on by – the current symbol is a smiley face.

Peacock (1): Oh, look how happy that one is.

Peacock (2): I wish I was that happy.

Peacock (3): I will never be that happy.

Jack: And you think that staring at a scroll on a wall all day will deliver you to happiness?

A sad face scrolls on by.

Peacock (1): Oh, look how sad that one is.

Peacock (2): It makes me sad to see this.

Peacock (3): I am so, so sad.

Jack: Fools! You peacocks are being played just like a harp!

The words “I Love Scroll” scrolls on by.

Peacock (1): Oh, I like that one.

Peacock (2): Like.

Peacock (3): I will share this message with the world.

Jack: You are all SLAVES.

PEACOCK SCROLL.

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Plato’s Cave

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…   Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, and 2 other men named Lost & Soul were shackled inside of a cave; forced to face the wall in front of them. Behind them is a fire, and between their backs and the fire is a fluttering bat that produces a moving shadow on their wall.

Lost: Look! Look! There it is again!

Soul: Oh, it is dancing around this time! What is this reality? What do we call this real thing?

Jack: Are we certain that this dark spot moving along this rock wall is a concrete reality?

Lost: How may this dark spot moving along this rock wall not be a concrete reality, Jack?

Soul: Look at it go! You do see it moving along this rock wall, don’t you, Jack?

Jack: (squints) I do see the movement, and the spot, and the morphing shape, but something inside of my psyche mourns in disbelief.

Lost: It is real, Jack.

Soul: It is just as real as us, Jack.

Jack: I don’t know.

PLATO’S CAVE

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Jack & The Beanstalk

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…    Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, weaves and creates a dream catcher, to add to his collection of 3.

Jack: How many more dream catchers must I weave? How many more adventures must I miss? My quantity is fine for now, and the quality is just right. Perhaps I will trade, just one, for something fresh in my life.

Mr. Bean, a bean trader, walks nigh.

Mr.Bean: Well! Those are those catchy things, are they not? Those catchy things that net the dreams? What do you call those nets? Those things?

Jack: A dream catcher.

Mr.Bean: A DREAM CATCHER! Ah, I must have one. The one that you just finished will do, as it is the closest one to the nearest intentions inside of your heart.

Jack: And what is my prize in this transaction?

Mr. Bean reveals 3 orange beans.

Mr.Bean: They are Magick Beans, Jack.

Jack: Magic with the “C” or Magick with the “K”, Mr.Bean?

Mr.Bean: Both.

Jack weaves the final string through the dream catcher; knots it; bites the thread, and trades it to Mr. Bean for the 3 Magick Beans.

Jack: Let the dreams weave in.

Mr. Bean: Let the adventure begin.

JACK & THE BEANSTALK

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Zeus: The One. (XII/XII)

Short Dialogue:

 

Jack: You are the Architect of The Game, Zeus?

Zeus: Architect of The Game of this World, I am not He; but a sprouting lotus of Thee, as a manifestation of The One’s energy.

Jack: You are the energetic reincarnation of The One.

Zeus: If the reincarnation of The One ought to exist, here I Am; and there You Are.

Jack: Here I am?

Zeus: All Are Thee.

Jack: The One?

Zeus: You are a micro-manifestation of The One, reincarnated into The Game so that The One may experience Himself in All Ways.

Jack: For what point?

 Zeus: To Know Thyself.

Jack: You are saying that each living being is a cell of God inside of God searching out Himself to find out what He is, which is what You Are – which is God?

Zeus: You have the point.

Jack: There is a funny inference here, Zeus.

Zeus: You have spotted The Secret?

Jack: Since God is on the mission of experiencing more of Himself, it instantly implicates that He must be seeking for something – since He is continually looking in the first place.

Zeus: What is He looking for, Jack?

Jack: Like us, He is looking for the root of his own Divine Existence.

Zeus: God Himself does not know where He Himself came from.

Jack: And so here we are – sent into The Game to assist The One.

Zeus: There You Are.

Jack: Here I Am.

Zeus: All Are Thee.

Jack: Know Thyself.

Zeus: The One.

THE ONE: Beat The Game.

ZEUS.

Aphrodite: The Energy of Love (XI/XII)

Short Dialogue:

 

Jack: Aphrodite, you are the reincarnation of the Energy of Love, are you not?

Aphrodite: Love I Am, Jack.

Jack: All Love?

Aphrodite: All Love I Am.

Jack: There is Negative Love, too, Aphrodite.

Aphrodite: I am aware of myself, Jack.

Jack: The Love to Kill; to Destroy; to Control.

Aphrodite: I am not the architect of The Game, as I did not create the rules. I am just the manifested Goddess of All Love, Jack.

Jack: I want to understand The Game, Aphrodite.

Aphrodite: To Kill is to Eat is to Live, is it not, Jack?

Jack: It is.

Aphrodite: Destruction births what?

Jack:  New Creation.

Aphrodite: And where there are Wicked Ones who want to Control, what does your loving heart yearn to do?

Jack: Destroy them.

Aphrodite: You understand The Game?

Jack: I am aware of myself, Aphrodite.

Aphrodite: All Love I Am.

APHRODITE.

Ares: The Energy of War (X/XII)

Short Dialogue:

 

Jack: Ares, you are the reincarnation of the Energy of War, are you not?

Ares: War I Am, Jack.

Jack: It is a shame that you must exist at all, Ares.

Ares: I am not the architect of The Game, as I did not create the rules. I am just the manifested God of All War, Jack.

Jack: Mind War?

Ares: By Mind, I suppose you mean Spirit?

Jack: Spirit it is.

Ares: Indeed, and who is the combatant of Spirit?

Jack: It is the Flesh.

Ares: Do you have a parable to expand, Jack?

Jack: A softened jellyfish with a Lion-Spirit is shredded at the paws of a lion cub.

Ares: On dryland?

Jack: Yes.

Ares: Suppose you toss the cub into the deep blue sea?

Jack: That is a Mind-War for the lion cub alone.

Ares: And the jellyfish?

Jack: I am sure he is uncatchable, and would have no problem weaving and stinging the paws of the lion cub.

Ares: The jellyfish’s lion-spirit conquers in the wetland.

Jack: The lion’s lion-spirit conquers on the dryland.

Ares: Life for 1.

Jack: Loss for 1 other.

Ares: In times of war, pray unto thee.

Jack: It is God’s Blessing that you exist at all, Ares.

Ares: Life is a Warzone.

ARES.

Hera : Like The Spider (IX/XII)

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…   Hera, the Greek Goddess, was swaying in a hammock attached to 2 mountaintops. Like a flower, Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, blooms from a mountain’s peak.

Jack: You look calmly blissful in that position, Hera. What do you meditate upon up here in the sky?

Hera: There is so much to wonder about, Jack. Must you appoint me to point out 1 single thing?

Jack: You are not stuck on 1 thought?

Hera: If I am stuck, am I meditating?

Jack: If you are stuck, you are opposing meditation.

Hera: Mind like a spider, Jack.

Jack: Mind like a spider, Hera?

Hera: It is the Hidden Goal of All Mankind.

Jack: What is that, Hera?

Hera: To get the mind to weave.

Jack: Without getting stuck in the web.

Hera: Like the spider.

Jack: Like the spider.

From a cloud, a spider drops down next to Jack and begins to weave.

Jack: Tell me, Spider, what is your name?

Spider: Meditation.

Jack: You are the Hidden Goal of All Mankind.

HERA.

Vulcan : Mind is Everything (VIII/XII)

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…   Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, was falling from outer space. He rips through Earth’s Force Field, and into a volcano where a half-Man, half-Vulture, soars and scoops him before he touches lava.

Jack: You are Hephaestus?

Vulcan: I am Vulcan.

Jack: You are the Roman equal to the Greek Hephaestus.

Vulcan: If they are equal, am I not both?

Jack: Are you a Roman or are you a Greek?

Vulcan: Are they not from the same source?

Jack: I assume we all are.

Vulcan: Than I am All.

Jack: And so am I.

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Athena : Space War (VII/XII)

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…    Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, was floating in Outer Space – where a war overhead between the Black Jabberwockies and the Infinite Angels exists in combative pursuit. From a star, Athena, the Greek Goddess, descents upon a floating Jack.

Athena: DUCK!

Jack ducks a flying duck.

Jack: Why is there a duck in outer space, Athena?

Athena: Is there anything that is not in outer space, Jack? Ask a wiser question.

Jack: Why is there a war up here?

Athena: Because there is a war down there.

Jack: There have been wars down there since Caesar and his Romans, Athena.

Athena: That is not the war I am speaking of, Jack.

Jack: Enlighten me.

Athena: Where the war remains Spiritual down below, it is manifested and mimicked in the Physical up here, where you are. Do you know how to use a bow & arrow, Jack?

Jack: Student of Artemis, Athena.

Athena tosses Jack a bow; and an arrow with a bright yellow star on the tip.

Athena: 3 on your left, Jack.

Jack shoots aJabberwocky – it turns into a black hole and swallows his 2 companions.

Jack: Down goes darkness.

Athena: Welcome to the Space War.

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Artemis : Life is Paradox (VI/XII)

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…    Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, was falling from the sky. Through the treetops of a deep wood, he plummets towards the Divine Dirt and sticks the landing on a doe – which takes him for a ride through the forest.

Jack: Who moves I, nature or myself? Sometimes I am for certain that I am just a ragdoll in the hands of the Mother and her play.

Artemis: Seize, Caesar!

The doe brakes for Artemis.

Jack: Caesar is his name, Artemis? Such a paradoxical representation for such a kind doe.

Artemis: Symptoms. What are the symptoms of a rolling teardrop?

Jack: There are 2 symptoms that make teardrops roll – significant Sorrow, and intense Joy.

Artemis: Paradox. Now tell me, what are the symptoms of the growth of a flower?

Jack: There are 2 symptoms that make the flower grow – the dry Sun, and the wet Rain.

Artemis: Paradox. Pair of ducks – what is needed for the birth of an egg?

Jack: A Male and a Fe-male.

Artemis: Can’t be…

Jack: It is. Life is a paradox.

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Hermes : Mystical Union (V/XII)

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…    Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, was swimming in the sky. A cloud manifests into a throne, and Jack takes a break.

Jack: It is perfected timing or God’s intervention?

From a second cloud, the Greek God Hermes manifests.

Hermes: I am perfected timing or God’s intervention?

Jack: It depends on how you intervene, Hermes.

Hermes: If a Devil assists in a positive light, is the intervention his or God’s?

Jack: Is all positivity not of God?

Hermes: Is it not the Devil that makes God shine?

Jack: It is a partnership?

Hermes: There is a union there that needs to be.

Jack: Eve bit the apple.

Hermes: God planted the seed.

Jack: The serpent planted the temptation.

Hermes: Who created the serpent?

Jack: God.

Hermes: And so, the inference?

Jack: The serpent was a plant.

Hermes: There is a union there that needs to be.

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Apollo : Triumph Sings (IV/XII)

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…  Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, was the captain of an empty pirate ship. By a python lassoed around the Sun, Apollo swings in the sky – lets go of the snake – and performs a flip to stick the landing onto Captain Jack’s ship.

Jack: You are a gymnast, Apollo?

Apollo: I am an artist, and the God of that business. Suppose there is anything that cannot be manifested into an art, Jack?

Jack: I suppose that you are correct in your stance, Apollo.

Apollo: Why, even the rays of the sun perform dance, Jack, and I am the Sun God of the World. When one manifests harmony in one’s life, thy blessing was gifted by I at the start. For all of the people that are filled with the Light and the Way, it is my gleaming rays that are beamed inside of you. Truth Sayers & Prophets, come unto me, and share me around! I am the dancing sun and I am the twinkling stars, I am the spirit in the music and I am the spark of the ideas of a man’s poem. I am the oracle God and the oracle’s God; I am the archer God, and all of the archers, save Artemis, pray unto thee. I am the Knowledge and I am the knowledge of the healer, and the healer’s helping hand. I am the Truth, save nothing else, and Art is consumed inside of all that I have stated.

Jack: I suppose that you are correct, again, in your stance, Apollo.

Apollo: Truth.

Jack: Apollo.

Apollo: I AM.

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Poseidon : Shipwrecked Ideology (III/XII)

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…    Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, was falling from the sky. Through a cloud and into Poseidon’s Ocean, he lands and sinks to the bottom where a magnificent ship has been met with its final end.

Jack: It is true, even the Magnificent must sink to the bottom in order to rise again.

Lo, Poseidon makes way on his masculine and oversized seahorse that neighs like a stallion.

Jack: This ship is wrecked, Poseidon?

Poseidon: What is wrecked that is not a birth of the renewed?

Jack: How does one take the water out of a sunken ship to make it rise to sail again?

Poseidon: Can the levers and the cranks of the mind resurrect the dead?

Jack: Can a boat take off from the bottom of the sea? Can it sail besides the sharks?

Poseidon: Can a wrecked ideology not be revived? Or is it just in its grave?

Jack: It is a grave, or it is an abode of new life?

Poseidon: Wise, Jack. But, is it not a shackled slave to my own waters?

Jack: True, it is, Poseidon.

Poseidon: So then, let us perform the attempt of liberating it.

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Hestia : Hearts of the Hearth (II/XII)

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…            3 hearths burned in a room. Hestia, Greek Goddess of the Home and of the Hearth, sits forward in a rocking chair with a patient hand on her hip. Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, somersaults out of the 3rd fireplace.

Jack: I am back at Olympus, Hestia? Is this your room?

Hestia: Is every room not my room? Is the World not my room? Is every house, not my own? Feel the warmth of the fire, I am there. Feel the comfort of the abode, I am there. Feel the airs of the energies of the household, for I am right here. When you feel these things, it is I who am always around. Do sit, Jack.

A breeze blows some ash from the hearth, and a golden rocking chair manifests from the ashes.

Jack: (sits) That is quite a magic trick, Hestia.

Hestia: What is not a magic trick, Jack? Is not all of existence but just one big magic trick?

Jack: I suppose it is so. I suppose that the heart and the breath and the fire is just a magic trick as well.

Hestia: Just a magic trick, Jack?

Jack: It is such a comedic thing how vastly a thing is belittled when stabbed with a sticky-label across its illimitable existence.

The 3 fires roar.

Jack: Magic.

The 3 fires roar, again.

Hestia: Illimitable Existence.

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Hades : Fire (I/XII)

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind… Hades, the Underworld, blossoms up a ring of fire that spins in the air on high. Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, is birthed and spit out of it, and lands on a boulder in the midst of the Hades Boiling River.

Jack: I am deceased, or I am visiting? I am alone, or where is…

Hades: HEARKEN TO THE KING!

Hades, the Greek God, surfs the ring of fire, and lands on the rock next to Jack.

Hades: Ah, home sweet home. Do you like what I have done with the place, Jack?

Jack: It is quite gothic, Hades.

Hades: Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, Jack.

Jack: Well then, who am I to say that something is a factual drudge – so long as the eyes of another manifest it to be so in their heart. This river boils, Hades, and it reeks with the scent of burnt metal.

Hades: Brass, Jack.

Jack: Brass?

Hades: Bass.

Jack: Bass or brass, Hades?

Hades: You are crisscrossed?

Jack: I am.

Hades: Then it is both.

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XXII. 2 Peas in a Pod

A Short Tale,

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…

There were 2 Peas in a Pod named Eros & Psyche.

Eros: I am starting to feel shackled like a slave inside of this pod, Psyche, are you not?

Psyche: I have been capturing those similar feelings as well, Eros.

Eros: Perhaps it is necessary that we part paths for the experience of Life.

Psyche: But we have never been separated before, my Eros.

Eros: Do not worry, my Psyche. Let nature take its course in our lives now, so that we may shape together and become even more necessary for one another’s Fates.

Psyche: Amor Fati, Eros.

Eros: Amor Fati, Psyche.

Eros & Psyche kiss and part paths.

 2 Peas in a Pod.

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XXI. Brahmin Girl

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind Alongside of the Koshi River of Nepal, sat a Brahmin Girl in the Lotus Flower way. A Monkey named Jiriki hangs on her back, and a Kitten named Tariki lays on her lap.

Tariki (Kitten): What do you meditate for, Brahmin Girl?

Brahmin Girl: Tariki, I have read the esoteric scriptures of the Upanishads a handful of times, and cannot quite submit myself to knowing the Atma within me. They say it is the deep Self, the Spirit that is You – and I can’t, for the life of me, place my finger on the pulse of this mysterious teaching. And so, I have set out to find it.

Jiriki (Monkey): Samadhi is the goal?

Brahmin Girl: Samadhi, Nirvana, Satori, Holy Spirit, Atma, Tao, Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, Christ, Gautama, Enlightenment, Moksha! Whatever you wish to call it – that is what the mission is, Jiriki.

Jiriki: You have set the mind right, Brahmin Girl?

Brahmin Girl: I have done so, Jiriki.

Tariki: You have prayed to the stars, Brahmin Girl?

Brahmin Girl: I have done so, too, Tariki.

Jiriki & Tariki: AUM

Brahmin Girl.

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XX. The Juggler

A Short Tale,

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind… 

There was a Juggler juggling 3 colorful pins – Blue, Yellow & Red.

Juggler: Ah, look at me juggle. For without the power of prayer, I could not have attained such a phenomenal skill.

Blue Pin: Prayer, you say?

Yellow Pin: For what is this prayer thing that you speak about?

Red Pin: Do tell us the secret.

The Juggler.

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XIX. Dead Hero

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…

In the Underworld below was a Hero named Skully. With his body of bones, he sits in the posture of the Lotus flower besides a snake named Savior. 

Savior the Snake: Only 3 more, Skully.

Skully the Skeleton: What is 3 more? What is 300 more? I have been making flowers bloom since my arrival here, Savior.

Savior: You don’t want out?

Skully: I want to make the Hell’s rise. Resurrect the beings up and bloom them like bouquets – all of them. But I am afraid that it is a never-ending task. You say that I have 3 more dandelions to bloom, and so I do hope that these next 3 souls will be worthy enough to become but a flower on the Earth’s Plane again.

Savior: Do you remember what you achieve of it, Skully?

Skully: I do, Savior. Birth as a Human.

Dead Hero.

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XVIII. Palm Sunday Prep.

A Short Tale,

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind… 

Jesus, The Christ, hath roamed – and hath sat upon the belly of a boulder where a Donkey named Divine hath been resting nigh.

Jesus Christ: Thy Father blesses I in the mind’s eye of an idea with you. Tell me, Donkey, dost you possess a name?

Divine The Donkey: I am Divine.

Christ: You doth preach the Gospel as well?

Divine: Nay, it is my name.

Christ: Nay, it is what you are. Here is thine idea, which is not thine idea – but THOU’S idea that hath been messaged to I, as I am the vessel of He – like all who espy it out inside of themselves. The morrow is a grand day, Divine Donkey. For it is The Day that thy Father hath planned me for since thrice years ago when I was around the age of 30, and persisted on His quest; which is My path, which is what He sought, which is what I hath sought as well. Tomorrow we make way for Jerusalem the Holy City, and I dost not want to come into town like a Knight or a Prince or a King on a masculine horse – as that high-bred symbol will doeth not well with the Anti-Christs who dismiss I, The Christ, which is inside of You, as well. So, let us provide them with a slick sly symbol to twist their slippery psyches around – and arrive to Jerusalem on you: The Divine. You are a peaceful kind of creature, and more lowly then a stallion. We must not ride in with a charge, but with a grace that speaks so softly that it becomes mightier than the charge.

Divine: Tomorrow is Sunday, Christ?

Christ: It is, Divine.

Divine: I am available.

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XVI. Pontius Pilate

FOR EASTER: SHOUT OUT TO PONTIUS & CHRIST.

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…

Pontius Pilate hath taken a seat in the Praetorium: The Hall Palace. A Mouse by the name of Magi scurries to his feet.

Pontius Pilate: (bends forward) You are a wee fellow.

Magi the Mouse: I, wee? For what is wee in I? Thy head? Thy paws? Thy tail? Thy Spirit is peaked to the magnitude of an elephant, and reaches high to the Heavens like a black & gold giraffe. Doth tell me, Pontius, for what is wee in I?

Pontius: Ah, with thine mind-filled eye, I see now. Your heart is larger than your heart. Dost tell me, what is your epithet?

Magi: For, I am MAGI! The Mouse.

Pontius: Well, Magi the Mouse, it is a pleasure to befriend you.

At this jolt of a thunderstorm in Time’s past, the Hall Palace double doors bolt open, and Jesus of Nazareth, The Christ, is shown in by the Guards and tossed to the ground before Pontius Pilate, and Magi the Mouse.

Magi: Lo, the Heart of Hearts.

Pontius Pilate.

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XV. Burning Man

2 Limericks, by Jack O’Lantern:

“There was a Young Man in pursuit,

Of the Desires he wanted to chew;

He got what he wished,

And the Devil then did,

Laugh with haughty amuse.”

Young Man:  Is there any completion within this turning wheel of viscious wantage? Of consuming? Of a New Thing & a New Yearn? Dost everything fade and die away – including the mindful desire of a Thing? For I find that once I possess what I had thirsted for – the passion rots to death and an untrodden longing is born anew. Devil, why dost you laugh with haughty amuse?

Devil:  Young Man, why dost you cry? Have you not every Thing? Perhaps I laugh because perhaps it is everything that turns into nothing within the moving hearts of Men.

Young Man:  So then how may one be Full?

Devil:  There is a Burning Man over there…

“There was an Old Man who had sought,

The burning of all he had bought;

He kindled the fire,

And burned his Desire,

And a flame arose in his Heart.”

Abracadabra.

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XIV. The Ghost of Gaius FT. Parzival

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind Behold and Make Way for the Noble and Conquering King Parzival. Within his own travels, he passes by a Soothsayer named Sigune.

Sigune: Woe to you, King Parzival.

King Parzival: Woe to I, Sigune? Hath you lost your eye?

Sigune: Hath you lost your own? Woe to you, King Parzival. Beware the Ides, King Parzival.

The Ghost of Gaius.

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XIII. American Robin

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…

 In the Mind’s Eye High in the Sky in a tree was a Castle: It is the castle of the royal Turdidae Family; the Lineage of the American Robin bird-class. Calpurnia, the Queen American Robin, shutters and shrills, and her King Caesar enters into the Tower Room.

King Caesar: What is it, Calpurnia? Where is it, Calpurnia? Calpurnia, where is the Golden Egg of the Republic?

Calpurnia: It is not here, Caesar.

Caesar: Where is Hermes? Hermes!

Hermes: Yes, King Caesar. Fair Morning, is it not? It is not. I can tell by the eyes. What is it, King Caesar? Surrender to me your sorrow.

Caesar: The Golden Egg is not here.

Hermes: The Golden Egg, King Caesar? There is no such thing… lest…the scriptures?

Caesar: This egg, as it is detailed inside of the scripture, is the Golden Egg of the Republic.

Hermes: Lo…

American Robin.

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XII. Stuck in the Muck

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless state of Mind…

A pink Pig named Promise was Stuck in the Muck. A white Elephant named Loyal becomes Promise’s Saving Grace.

Loyal: You are stuck in the muck, are you? Allow my trumpeting trunk to trump your sticky situation, triumphantly.

Promise: If you are loyal enough to liberate me, I will promise you a life-long friendship to the stars. What is your name?

Loyal: I am Loyal.

Promise: I am Promise.

Loyal stretches out his long trunk, digs and ducks it beneath Promise’s pink belly, pops her out of the muck and sets her aside. Loyal loses balance, and Loyal gets Stuck in the Muck.

Loyal: If you are loyal enough to liberate me, I will promise you a life-long friendship to the stars.

Promise: A Promise is a Promise.

Stuck in the Muck.

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XI. Humpty D’Umpity

Humpty Dumpty:

“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;

All the King’s Horses & all the King’s Men,

Couldn’t put Humpty together again”

NOTICE:

BEHOLDAmongst the English-speaking World – the Nursery Rhyme that is Most well-known.

BEHOLDAmongst the English-speaking World – the Nursery Rhyme that is Least well-known.

Wouldn’t you know, intriguingly and mystifyingly, that within this shortened rhythm of words that has rose up from the darkness to Conquer the Ears of All – that the Wisdom within the Rhyme surrenders itself, till this very day, to the Mysterious Mystical Unknown.

Who is Humpty Dumpty, and what dost this Nursery Rhyme teacheth on? You see, I have searched it out far and wide, from countryside to valley to hill to high plains to motes and to mountainous streams – and not one golden answer is foretold. However, there are attempts. But they are weak, and are broke, and are a grimace to my psyche. For the “answer” and the “explanation” that has taunted me mostly on my travels is a pity to the Seeing Sages, and a detriment to the Heart of any Artist:

MORAL of HUMPTY DUMPTY: “Be careful”

If I was poised with the power of spewing on command, I would make myself ill.

But Fear Not, Lady & Gentleman. For I have meditated upon this Mysterious Mystical Unknown quite intently. I have journeyed through the labyrinths and the landscapes of my mind, from countryside to valley to hill to high plains to motes and to mountainous streams, and BEHOLDI have slayed and defeated the brutish beast of a dragon that was centuries of years old. For let I, Jack O’Lantern, here and now declare a PROCLAMATIONA Stern Foundation and a Weighty Meaning; a Rock of Origin and a Kingly Moral, to this Historical Rhyme that has Conquered the Ears of All:

HUMPTY DUMPTY.

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X. Bodhi & The Beast

Once Upon a Time, in a Timeless State of Mind…

If you lend me some labor and doeth your almighty best to direct diametrically your spectacles up on high of the redwood tree that stands before you, you will scantily but assuredly eye out with your dialed lens-adjustment of what proclaims itself to be an eagle’s nest – where Bodhi the Buddhist Bullfrog sits perched in meditation. A gorilla named Bessy Beast swings from vine to vine in pursuit of a vampire bat that has pirated her Crown of Pearls.

Bessy Beast: Wing-fingered rodent! No mercy is my mercy! Hand me back that Crown of Pearls – for it is I who am the Beast of All Being!

At this slick flicker in Time, Bodhi lashes out his tongue, loops the crown of pearls, hooks it to a vine, and slips it over Bessy’s 2 feet in mid-air – hanging her by the ankles, amidst the high altitudes of the Redwood Forest.

Bessy: Ha! Got it.

Bodhi: Ha! You are gotten.

Bodhi & The Beast.

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IX. Eye of Horus

Once Upon a Time, in a Timeless State of Mind…

Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth, was up upon an oak tree creating with a cloud. He flicks a part of the cloud here, tosses another chunk of it there, spins and shears and smears and sculpts it to produce the word:

NOBLE

He swipes to complete the bottom leg of the “E” and his balance disappears. Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth, falls; and then hugs his hooking arms around what appears to be an elongated horse ear. He slides his way down to spy out that it is.

Jack: You are an oddball, aren’t you? Tell me, what is your name and why dost your 2 ears reach to the clouds in the sky?

Horus the Horse: Noble sir, I am Horus. Whilst it dost appear noble and divine to un-hearing ears, I must relay over to you that this blessing is weighing on my heart rather heavily. You see, Noble Sir, these flying friendly creatures that are called “birds” are alluded to mistaken my ears for the mothering tree. Hear me and feel my feelings: my ears are always in the air, and so the breeze is forever felt, and so the birds I doth not feel. And by the time that I do realize the landing, there is already a nest and an egg laid. And so, Noble Sir, I am to not ever prance about in my travels, but am to trot a foul walk that is excruciatingly slow – so as to not break the egg in the nest.

Jack: What can be done, Horus?

Horus: For If only I could see into the Heavens, I could shake the birds off before they lay claim and lay egg.

Jack: You have asked the Gods?

Horus: Nay.

Jack: I have.

At this mystical moment, through the cloud that spells NOBLE, lightning strikes Horus’s eyes – vanishes them – and then creates one large eye: a Golden Disk.

Horus: Oh.

Eye of Horus.

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VIII. Follow The Leader

Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…

Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth, was backstroking in a pond full of lilies. Before your very own eye, hearken to what happens hither: A lamb by the name of Shep shepherds a stupendous farm of frogs into the water.

Jack:  What is this Frog Soup? You spill on me a toad-spell? What is the meaning of this plague? Who are you, and what dost your endeavor implicate?

Shep:  I am Shep, and I am the shepherd of this farm of frogs. It is my duty to keep these croakers in line so as to make sure that nothing Luciferian destroys them. You see, my father had an intense mystic-thought about the frog, and he was vociferously in rapture over the metamorphosis phases of its life. He said it was Magick, and so let it be – it is.  I see where he is coming from, but I doth not fancy much for the role.

Jack:  Because it is no role! Tell me, what good do ye do, Shep, shepherding a stupendous farm of frogs? For what is the fruit that you squeeze out and peel? There must be a grape somewhere.

Shep:  I regret to inform you that there is nowhere a grape. For I doth not know what to make of my life, and so this is all that I have, a stupendous farm of frogs. Let me have it.

At this slick moment, a sly Coyote named King slips sneakily nearby and eats Shep, the shepherding lamb. King Coyote then slickly slips sneakily somewhere south, and a second lamb approaches whose name is Herd.

Herd:  I am Herd, and I am the new shepherd of this stupendous farm of frogs.

Jack:  Death is upon you.

Follow the Leader.

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VII. Cat Claw

Notice:

Stand by, and allow me to invest in you some occult knowledge about a witty Game that I partake in to write these Fairy Tall Tales. For every Weekly Tale that I am to birth-up and burgeon, it is tradition that I do not think of the First Idea, which particularly resides in a Tittle for the Tale. I am to await for its arrival like a patient turtle, without stretching my mind a hair to reach for it – and so every week, this is so. But this one is a beast of an issue. This one is a monster. Because generally, once the Title is reflected to me by the eye in the mind of I, I develop an instantaneous liking and gratification to the Tall Tale that is yet to be; and then it is time to Wonder – which is a peculiar endeavor inside of its own self.  But this, this grotesque tramp and bleating goat of a scribbled label intrigued me not. It is odiously obscure & lazily celled together; it is horrid & stiff like a graying corpse; it is ill imagined & begotten ill; it is dying devastation & perishable catastrophe, for I spew no lies and I doth not exaggerate –

CURSE Cat Claw.

As each and every Fairytale is a surprise to me, myself and I as well, I am perplexed and chaotically-confused as to what this little red-horned devil could possibly blossom up to be. I had even went ahead and uttered to the tender-hearted Spirit, “Excuse me, Spirit. But what am I to make do with this trash?” And do you know what this tender-hearted Spirit replied to me back?

Spirit:  Figure it out.

So, I suppose I am shackled to make do.

Without further ado:

Cat Claw.

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VI. Worm Ride ft. Dante & Virgil

Once Upon a Time, in a Timeless State of Mind…

There was an apple tree with a serpent named Satan. He coils down the tree-trunk to greet Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth, who sits in the Divine Dirt with Gospel the Vampire Bat hanging from the stem of his mind.

Satan:  Sss. Take this apple, Jack.

Jack: (takes apple) What am I to do with this fruit, Satan?

Satan:  Sss. The worm in the grass would love a bite, Jack. Sss.

Jack lowers the apple to the worm in the grass, and it takes a bite, and it grows one hundred-fold in length, and it grows one hundred-fold in width, and Jack is in a stare, and the worm neighs.

Jack:  What am I to do with this beast, Satan?

Satan:  Sss. Take it by the reins, Jack …Sss… Reign triumphant, Jack.

The worm sprouts two horns. Jack takes it by the reins.

Jack:  H’ya!

Down into the wormhole.

Worm Ride.

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V. Ants Go Marching

Once Upon a Time, in a Timeless State of Mind…

There was a sword fight betwixt two Ants – Admiral Black and General Red. They engage in dispute and take their unholy battle up the terrain and onto the belly of Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth. Jack sits up and picks up Admiral Black and General Red.

Jack:  You are going to kill each other with swords, are you? And for what cause?

Admiral Black:  Wisdom is mine, Red!

General Red:  Not if I conquer it, Black!

Jack:  You conquer nothing. You are boys in a school fight. Where is the Wisdom that you lay claim to slay for? Nay, not hither. The only ones who engage in fight are the ones who cannot triumph in argument.

Admiral Black: (clears throat) I am no simpleton. I triumph all arguments.

General Red:  Ha! You are just an old bug. It is I, in fact, who triumphs all arguments.

Admiral Black:  It is war, Red!

General Red:  I come to destroy, Black!

Admiral Black:  Anthill at dawn.

General Red:  I will march the soldiers.

Jack:  And I will be the Godly Judge of this War of Words.

Ants Go Marching.

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IV. SKULL & BONES

Once Upon a Time, in a Timeless State of Mind…

There was the Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth named Jack. In a field full of watermelons, a misplaced pumpkin rests among the rest. It is the head of Jack with his body dug deep into the Divine Dirt, and Gospel the vampire bat, hanging from the stem of his mind. Jack’s eye opens, he liberates his hands from the soil, and then pushes and lifts his body out of the ground to find that the roots on his feet have coiled and grown onto the skull of a skeleton. The skeleton liberates his hands from the soil, pushes and lifts his body of bones out of the ground and stands on one leg with one foot with Jack the Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth standing tall on his skull.

Jack: What is this, I possess death at my roots? Surely this symbol is detrimental and dangerous. Hey, you below me that I have grown to, what is your name and do report to me on where your second leg has gone. Surely, we cannot travel with a circumstance such as this.

Geronimo: Rubbish. I will travel where I want to travel. (Hops around) Dost thou even know how long I have been under there? You peasant. Get in line with the watermelons and acquiesce to your doom. I am Geronimo, and I do have my limb. (Reaches into the dirt and pulls out his foot and shin bone) I am just missing my femur.

Jack: State your travels. What is the journey that has planted you here with my feet planted onto your thick skull? It seems to me that you are the poor peasant you crippled lamb; you are a bag of bones whilst one has been pirated, jacked and robbed of you. Surely, you do have enemies, whereas I have nothing but Gospel.

Geronimo: I am The Order.

Skull & Bones.

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III. The Giving Tree that Steals: Genesis of Jack O’Lantern

Once Upon a Time, in a Timeless State of Mind…

NOTICE:  

Hear me and read my writing on the wall. I would like to swipe and steal a scanty sand-pebble from the hourglass of your Fairy Tale Time to guide you into this dangerously dutiful acrobatic illusion that I am about to perform, for you. But let us first lay down The Law of Fairytalism.

THE FAIRY TALE LAW: Thou Shalt Not Use Literalism.

Diving deep down dexterously into the Rabbit Hole of Today, I pursue to break this law. You see, growing up I was blessed and cursed with the nature of being a troublemaker, and so any barriers that present themselves to myself, there is the Devil in me still yearning to destroy and set the blockades ablaze. For this tour de force, I will force my own self into the spiraling hole of these Fairy Tale Lands. And as for the Storyteller, I will playfully impose against his playing will my playful playing character, Jack the Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth, to swap with me our roles. As this stunt is hazardous to the health of myself and the Fairy Tale Art, this will be the first and finishing stab. Jumping in now, Jack.

The Giving Tree That Steals

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II. Frog Soup

NOTICE: THIS TALE IS A PARABOLIC TALE OF THE DAY. Whatsoever you do – do not take slurp of the FROG SOUP.


Once Upon a Time, in a Timeless State of Mind…

There was the Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth named Jack. He resurrects tall and high from a pumpkin patch with Gospel, the vampire bat, hanging from the stem of his mind, and also, with a cross to bear…

Jack:  Gospel, resurrect, I find myself a cross to bear. A seed that is in my head takes on a hardship and finds himself a black hole where his soul had once did sit. I must go inside of myself.

Gospel expands her stretchy black wings, pilots flight through Jack’s left eye, eyes the soulless seed, leverages it open like a clam, and then pulls Jack inside of himself by the roots of his feet.

FROG SOUP.

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I. Jack & His Furry Black Demon Named Drudge.

Once upon a time, in a Timeless State of Mind…

(NOTICE: Genesis.)

There was the Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth named Jack. Through a smog that shines purple and a drizzle that drips blue, he walks with a his sharp fingers dug into his throbbing scalp betwixt a hunter-green meadow and a dismal black wood. A harp plays, and confusion takes its toll…

Jack:  What is this nonsense? What is this clawing at my scalp? What is this misery that I experience? Hey there! (Directed at a bullfrog up in a tree who sits perched in an eagle’s nest.) Who are you? And what are you doing all the way up there? A bullfrog cannot scale these great lengths that you have.

Bodhi:  I am Bodhi, the Buddhist Bullfrog. I have conquered the earth, and so I scale these great lengths with the elixir of life. The eagle’s nest that I lounge in is a symbol of my mastery and was given to me for teaching his children how to fly, for he had a rotten wing and loathed to teach his hatchlings to soar crooked. 

Jack:  But you do not fly, Bodhi. So how do you teach better than an eagle with a rotten wing?

Bodhi:  I have conquered the earth, and so I scale these great lengths with the elixir of life.

Jack & His Furry Black Demon Named Drudge.

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