the earth needs the tears of the heavens and the heavens need to cleanse the middle ground of the sky- there are fires pumping toxins into the air, if it can be brought down then the great mother can work her magic on these toxins and send her microorganisms to work, and in the process the rain can re-saturate the ground and the ecosystem.

it’s time to give up power structures, the great computer that is our planet needs to stabilize and it’s time to stop fucking with it. there are those of use who are connected to the greater picture and you are nothing more then a small irritant to the big plan- one of which includes your willing surrender and reintegration back into the service of this great unfolding plan called life.

yes it’s all an illusion, yes it’s a dream, but don’t piss off the dreamer, and remember to remember the spirits of dream characters past who have become one again with the great spirits, because they are watching all of us and telling me all your secrets…

~paganbuddha

it’s almost time, it’s almost time…

and one day, at the end of eternity, i will burn up perfectly in a blanket of my passionate desires…

~paganbuddha

we are lone jungle cats on the prowl, covered in glyphs of esoteric wisdom devouring daemons- we must be wise to look out for “slave herders” or “shepherds”  in disguise as our kin, trying to guide us into group think and towards a personal agenda not aligned to our subjective experience…

~paganbuddha

so now i sit and vibrate, here, but away from the intense chemical flow of emotions- sitting at center, sitting at center, sitting at center, the center is always around.

remember who is remembering, remembering who is feeling these feelings, reflection is the opportunity for transcendence. and transcendence of the then now, makes me remember to be here and not out of control while remembering to remember that there is still the chance to be overwhelmed in the moment of now.

take a breath right? ….schweew

but now is happening so this is where i am, finally unwound again, took hours, the illusion has become quite an energy drain these days- ug. and then what happens? we get tired and out escapes the doubt, manifested in all forms everywhere.

hmmm. it’s all pretty ridiculous, but i fear the trap is actually becoming stronger in its audacity sometimes, because of how well i am trying to not only resist & undermine it, but mod the program to understand the concepts of altruism.

~paganbuddha

i had always thought about his return, when it would be and the things he would tell me when he came back.

recently he did return and i was not disappointed. in fact, though i was a bit upset to see him wander away on his travels several years ago, the suffering of his absence was more then worth his return.

and not only that, but he’s still with the girl he went on this adventure with; at the time i had not gotten a chance to meet her, but was able to finally sit and talk with them both. their energies complemented and connected beautifully.

i am ecstatic for his return, meeting her finally, and all the amazing things i heard. he’s playing guitar again, their jamming together, and his passion for life is defiantly still explosive- always a joy to make eye contact with artists in love with their abilities to create and be creative, and all the passion bursting from their souls.

so yesterday ended on a fantastic note, in fact that’s why i am up at 8 am in the morning because i am still over joyed by the unfolding of fate, i see great things ahead for the rest of the year, and this person, whom i consider a true friend, i also see as a good omen.

~paganbuddha

because the staff doesn’t want your business unless you’re a freak completely decked out in the stereotypical uniform of adolescent spilling into adult-childhood rebellion.

really? really? yes. really.

conversation overheard while waiting for the pisser: “You should have told that guy that you were gonna beat his face in and fuck him in his skull.”

yet there was no lead into this comment, nor was there a resolution for some reason the patrons at this fine establishment think that the best way to keep it in business is to chase away potential future regulars.

oh, well- as i allways say “fuck’em”

i was there consoling a friend, arrived with grace and love in my heart, and all through the night was met with ill will by the surroundings. then the beers took forever to arrive, took longer then the food, and when it did the waiter pulled the “reverse customer service bit” and made some comment about pouring a proper guiness. funny because in all the years, more than a decade, of swilling Guinness, a proper Guinness only has to do with the pour, but should still arrive at the table in the state of stabilizing, i.e. the magnificent ocean effect of the nitrogen suds swishing around.

then as if they thought they weren’t being obvious enough about not wanting me and my compatriot there, the gave a last call at 11:30pm. but what about the jungle buzzards making all the racket at the back of the bar? Maybe i don’t feel like drinking back there with a bunch of drunk barely overage alpha males, but that doesn’t mean you can’t offer for us to move back closer to the bar if you’re closing the dinning area. Or was it a private friends of the employees type gathering going on?…

either way, fuck’em, there is no reason to start of one’s journey waking up the masses by catering to those who won’t listen; whores, thieves and murders i am ok with, as long as they seek the path, but it’s not my place to chase even saints who deny the truth.

though in passing, i tried, by leaving behind a generous donation of the Wingnut Dishwashers Unoin cd “Burn the Earth Leave it Behind”, in hopes of spreading a truth and love to those fucking little pricks.

~paganbuddha

*end point: Don’t eat at Pies and Pints, they don’t want your business, the service is lousy, the food sub-par, and they’ll rip you off by overcharging you if they think you’re not paying attention. (can you believe that taking advantage of your customers that way?)

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but as long as it’s not gangster rap night, and the regulars aren’t being too alpha male, the place is pretty cool.   low level lighting, mellow vibe, your left to yourself (well not always a good thing when you need another brew), and the food is spot on for fries and all things deep fried and cheesy.

so onto pies and pints.  here is there website: http://piesandpints.com/ and the best time, in my not so humble opinion, is to go for their late night happy hour, 10:30pm to close. but again be careful, sometimes the subculture that haunts the place ain’t too friendly to people who don’t wear “their uniform”, all black and bandannas- which is “revolutionary stereotypical” and boring- but they mean the best.

so time to rest up, smoke down, and head out round 10, of course you won’t catch my reclusive ass there if it’s tits to the wall busy!

~paganbuddha