highthoughts

When I try to get on the internet, a message comes up from microsoft windows: 'internet explorer has stopped working. A problem caused it to stop.' The internet is then blocked. What, apart from malware, could be the problem?

Can an outdated soundcard be a factor too?

I am reading 'Burden of Truth' and what I am learning about this man, including his doctrine is totally incompatible to what modern Christians claim. In fact, Christianity should not be a religion (superstition) because that is paganism. He claimed that people reincarnate to evolve, through karma, to higher states, or regress into darkness. This is just the tip of the ice-berg. There are so many things he is against that modern Christians are for. It would be nice if everyone would read it. It exposes so many lies. I bought this book at www.i-proclaimbookstore.com/burdenoftruth.html. Here is what Jesus thinks about 'Truth':

While the Holy Twelve reasoned in the circle, Thomas asked another disciple, “What is Truth? For the same things appear different to different minds and even to the same mind at different times. What then is truth?”

Then, like a ghost, the crucified saviour appeared in their midst and said, “Truth, one and absolute, is in God alone, for no man, neither any body of men know that which God alone knows, who is in the All in All. To man, Truth is revealed according to his capacity to receive it. The One Truth has many sides. One man sees one side only, another sees another side, and some see more than others, according to how it is given to them to see.”

“Look at this crystal, how the one light manifests in twelve faces. Yes, four times twelve, but each face reflects the same one ray of light. One may regard one face, and another the other, but it is the one crystal and one ray of light shining in all its faces.”

“Again observe when one climbs a mountain. On reaching one height he thinks, ‘this is the top of the mountain, let us get to it’. When they climb that height they see another beyond it. They climb until they reach the ultimate height, if they can attain it.”

You can find all the information on the web. Just search for the essen book of wisdom or the Essen story on the web and read about Jesus to your heart's content. You may end up throwing away the New Testament Bible you have. Also, these information is said to be found in the secret archives of the Vatican - hidden from people while the 'chumped up stories' are being read.

Please, no offence meant here, but I am just thinking...Although (I know) I should not trust my own understanding. It seems so 'restrictive' when you simply want to reason critically to come to an educated conclusion. I have some Jehovah Witnesses coming over telling me stuff, but not wanting me to ask certain questions.

AIR BALLOON

When you came

We heard your enticing oration

The most mellifluous voice

Sweet charm and elocution

You pronounced fine words

In noble aristocratic vein

That now it is hard to believe

You are causing us such pain

You made us leave in your hands

Every possible need for prowess

And now after all this time

Where is the promised success?

We are stunned to see you stumped

Shocked to hear you stutter

Peeved to think you doodle around

When we really need our answer

The captain is drunk

The ship takes a stagger

How are we to keep afloat

Upon the doggone water?

You were the imposter

A ‘want-to-be’ buffoon

The substance that fills your head

Is what fills an air balloon

It is called Your Instrument. Do you like it? Any suggestions?

YOUR INSTRUMENT

I am your new guitar

My strings are taught and set

Play me

For your majesty’s piano

I can croon to the sound

Of your finger upon my skin

Play me

Let me wail like a cabaret singer

I have a beat of subject masculinity

Designed for a woman only

Play me

To your nimble heart’s content

Let me please beg you

I have a sweet request for more

Play me

I am your instrument

It is called 'Talk to the hand'

TALK TO THE HAND

Now that she is telling you

Talk to the hand

You realize your head

Was buried in the sand

Among all the things

You thought you were above

Was the simple duty

Of showing her love

Trample on that stupid ego

Sing a crying song

Kiss her picture

Now that she is gone

This poem is just my perception of 'unspoken contradictions' in our human everyday existence. What do you think?

THE UNTHINKABLE

How could it be me

Walking in the rain

Feeling a heart of pain

Bowing my head in shame

How could this be me?

Could I be

The aged old boozer

Serial looser

Couldn’t be the chooser?

How could it be me

Rascal and culprit

Dirty stinking hypocrite

Wading in (it)

Deeper than a pit

How could this be me

Could I be

The unforgotten child

Never learnt to smile

Chased a thousand miles

Hungry all the while?

Rain has come again

That pounds my window pane

And falls upon the brain

Of somebody else

And they cry for help

From behind the fence

But it wasn’t me

Could I be

Simply Mr. lucky

Or am I the plucky

Better than the rest

Who deserves the best?

It is a poem that just came to me as I thought about how mystical and magical my concept of womanhood appears to me. Maybe it is a tribute to women or womanhood... I am not even sure. What do you think about it?

THE SWEET SONG OF VENUS

I watch you

I listen to your heart

I hear you speak

What music is this?

Do you sing to me

A symphony of unknown tongue

Or is it that illusive song of Venus?

Venus whispers of silence

Celestial songs of sweet torment

To the blistering pace

Of chasing heart beats

In thrilling pita pâté

Pita pâté

Pita pâté

Blissful agonies of soft sounds

Venus songs speak

Beautiful words without lyrics

Like temptation in my head

Hot blood charging my veins

Eyes of mystery piercing my body

Like a twin universe of divine secrets

She walks through gaits of Venus

Touching me by essence without reason

And sentimental unrealistic truth

The body of Venus is passion

It joys in the rapture of mortal flesh

Every mystery of love

Hails from a woman’s breast

And there is no secret

Greater than the magic of a kiss

From Venus

Through the vessel of her lips

And thoughts that speak to body

Rather than mind

Walk you virtuous feminine soul

And Venus dances

Indulge me with her smile

And I will be a child forever

Bedevil my hungry soul

By the conquering art of woman-hood

As you step like Venus steps

Talk like Venus talks

In shapes and languages

Of feline wisdom

That by every man in me

I surrender

Woman is stronger

The world belongs to Venus

Imagine someone who is mostly happy, sometimes just calm, but never really sad. The only emotion that makes him cry is for tears of joy or bliss. Imagine also that this person, in his early years experienced sadness before, and even underwent traumatizing situations. Would you think that this is some kind of defense mechanism...or is it a kind of 'mortal life' evolution?

This person is quite normal otherwise. It is just at times when 'incidents' occur that people tend to figure that he doesn't care or something. He is loving, considerate, Intelligent and indulgent...until someone strikes a panic button over something and he doesn't join the screaming and the worry.

If one is practical about life and death, not feeling threatened by anything, what does that have to do with having a death wish? We have a serious debate going in my house. Will you help us with it? Oh, and not 'threatened or worried by anything' can mean like when loved ones die, and when he is attacked by three men with a gun...like " Make sure you don't miss me...because one of you is going to get ****** up!"

I am getting the impression that too many people are simply out to scam and deliver a raw deal. Will we ever be able to get to a higher level on the inter net?

I keep telling my friend not to worry that his wife keep threatening him that she is going to 'Bobbit' him in his sleep. He tells me that I don't know her, saying she is 'a very crazy woman'. Someow I kind of feel edgy about the situation since I told him not to take her seriously. Supose it happens? I mean what are the chances? Some guy tried to steal her purse one time and she disarmed him and chased him with his own knife. We could not even contain her when she was determined to 'damage' him. What you think?

COLD KISS

She kissed me

Void of all reverence

To that which she received

From the castle of my soul;

Her eyes were opened

Watching the way I believed

And her lips were ice cold

I kissed her

By lips of sacrilege

Vilifying my conscience

And counting the cost;

My eyes were opened

Watching the way she lied

And I felt the frost

We kissed

Upon stifled emotions

My love doubled for two

And her integrity died;

Our eyes were opened

Looking at truth

And I had to cry

This question is not for Jamaicans. It is very interesting that the rest of the world only saw them dancing and celebrating, but they were actually 'talking' to their fans. For example, when Bolt won the one hundred he did the first dance - "No linger." He actually meant that he was just there to do the job and go home. He made a sign and a gesture and said so many things that few people understood. It is like ancient Israel again. Intereresting. After the 4x100 Asafa's moves meant, "please excuse yourself (tek weh yuself) we are now in charge." BOLT "I am lightning bolt - number one! To the world!", that he signalled before he ran the 200.

That beat has no sound but it is music

That song is the devil’s own mischief

That deafening symphony of silence

To the future from the past in its presence

That beat to the rhythm of my lonesome

That song that tells me my old joy is done

That music of life that never changes

To the tune of the things that it erases

That beat without sound reverberating

That tune with the universe dancing

That sound breaking us up in pieces

To the world made of relics and traces

That beat without sound that remains the same

That song where the best things never remain

That chorus that changes and love is gone

Sitting upon a boulder

On the sand of the seashore

Watching waves come closer

Everyone followed by a million more

Every foam a thought perpetuated

Each splash brings a new concept ashore

And the former ones out-dated

So I think my thoughts to perpetual motion

Sitting at the entrance to the ocean

Perched upon a rock

Throwing pebbles in the sea

Creating a boomerang action

Every ripple happening all because of me

My input to the cycles of creation

So I cast off the lot

Of pebbles I got

And saw nature’s spells and reactions

Taking my time to forget the clock

And tune to the motion of the ocean

No matter what happens in a given day

No one joins the fallen where they lay

Misty of morning Dawn will say

Tomorrow will come upon us anyway

If you’re not prepared then be it known

Your worst tests are never cancelled or postponed

And to seek universal conscience

Is vain conjecture of man and mortal sense

If you go down and cannot rise

Time will not wait by your side

Justice is not a divine life condition

Sentimental of this earth’s dimension

Saying you have no wings to fly

Will not stop the eagles passing by

And waking up on your sad morning

Will not hinder birds from singing

Should the joys of life be far from you

Still heaven is lit and the skies are blue

Just listen to the old man’s clock on the wall

It never misses a tick at all

The universe will not pass judgment

And lightning might strike the innocent

Our fantasies about true morality

Is crafted by a wisdom christened in vanity

Our future fears and ideal reality

Are not assigned to some agent of mercy

We have to put down our feet

And take the bitter with the sweet

Rise to the task of a dragon to slay

Be exceeding brave and face any day

For it matters not what we do or say

Tomorrow will come upon us anyway