THERE IS NO DARK SIDE OF THE MOON

SACRED VISIONS OF UNITY

Then I was standing on the highest mountain of them all, and around and about me was the whole hoop of the world.

I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit and the shapes of all shapes as they must live together, like one being.

And I saw that the Sacred Hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the centre grew one almighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father, and I saw that it was holy. 

From the vision of Nicholas Black Elk, Lakota Holy Man, 1863 - 1950

I was a beastly baby -

or so I am told.

Sometimes I think I can remember being a baby

Sometimes I think I can remember the warmth of the womb and the SHOCK of being born

Sometimes I recall being every baby – as if each of our lives were jewels, beads strung  along a single thread that exists outside of Mankind’s perception of time.

Imagine a string threaded with precious stones. From Mankind’s perspective Many stones lie in-between, yet there can only be One jewel at the very beginning of the thread and One at the very other end. The former is the life of ‘The Being at The Beginning of Time’, the latter the life of ‘The Being at The End of Time’. The Christ  & The Anti-Christ, The One who ushers in a New Age & The One who crushes the old. 

It is this perspective that is at the root of ‘The Cult of The Individual’. In full view the single finite thread reveals itself to be one of many links in The Chain of Being  - it is a circle, and a circle has no beginning, nor does it have an end.  It is this single string that makes One Ring - The One Will that rules The Jewels & The One Love that binds them.

This is the secret poetry of the cosmic joke. 

The Jester, The Secret Poetry of The Cosmic Joke

10/01/09

Nex' time you look back thru all your past lives in an instant, baby,

Baby - don' just let it go on - baby, write it all down, me babies,

Tell the world what it is like to remember your SELF.

Oh! - the pain, the tears I 'a'cry-cry-cried

of pure liquid-acid-suffering-and-joy-and-love-and-peace-and-anger-and-fame-and-waste-and-greed-and-sex-and-faith-and-hope-and-war-and-pride-and-grief-and-shame.

Oh, the pain! Oh, the pain inside - the pain and the patience.

Ev'ry man I ever killed,

I was always a'dyin' at my own hand,

A'cuttin' of my lef' hand,

A'cuttin' off me right

Ev'ry movie I ever made,

I was always a'try-try-tryin' to a'point me to the light - too right! -

Me jelly babies, me jolly jelly babies,

My archangel babies bright

An' ev'ry war I ever fought on

It was meSELF I slaughtered!

What a plonker, not a monkey, what a waste,

White horse, white horse - you're wallpaper paste

Ev'ry bill I ever paid, I could have been makin' love instead,

Ev'ry lie I ever swallowed, I was a-lyin' to myself,

I was a lion, I was brave, I was a coward,

Shoulda gone, shoulda stayed

In the factories and the mills and in the plants and in the mines...

...in the bedroom... in the kitchen... in vietnam...

THE PAIN! THE LOVE! THE HEART INSIDE!

THE COCKS I SUCKED! THE TEARS I CRIED!

Q. Have you ever tried to watch TV on acid?

A. Welllll...

...I tried to watch TV on acid

But the TV just watch'd me,

Then the TV was on acid

And I was on TV.

x

ANARCHY 2012

"I'm interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom."

Jim Morrison

The 'darkness' is that which is not illuminated, that which people fear is the unknown.

It is not chaos or death - it is form, union, plan -
It is eternal life - it is happiness" 
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

When the laws of Newtonian Physics descend into chaos? Scientists have cast light on the fact that this chaos is not random disorder, but an implicate order of a different nature - in the future we will utilise this order and the existing infrastructures and new technologies to create organic, amorphous, decentralised societal structures and processes - structures that will allow us to work together effectively and harmoniously. We'll share information, resources and personnel for the common good, virtually eliminating duplication of tasks and unnecessary restrictions and incompatibilities and conflicts between systems.

In the past? In the past we set each man up against each other - the people, the nations, the organisations - each & all grinding & straining to outdo each other. If I got a big brass band & told the musicians: 'it's every man for himself, grab the biggest instrument you can, y'all, play as loud & as fast as you will!' ?

Yes, this would be an amazing piece of free-jazz music, man. Yes.

"a clamorous unison as of many trumpets braying upon a few notes" 

Tolkien, Silmarillion

Yes, this epoch has, indeed, been an amazing piece of free-jazz  - we have learnt a lot from it & we have a great recording - loads & loads of footage. But - lets face it - everyone has a fucking headache and wants to go home. And look at the state of the place! Its a Godawful mess.

Looks like the whole building's going to come down if we don't pack up this gig soon. Or we could just play until we die. Is this what you want? That option is called 'NO FUTURE'. There are only two options - 'NO FUTURE' or 'OUT OF EVERYTHING THAT WE CONTAIN WE BUILD THIS BEAUTIFUL HOUSE OF LOVE'. And the end is sooner than you think. 21.12.12.

Why so soon? Because time is SERIOUSLY running out. Haven't you had enough of watching these torturous games?

Why can't we just phase in new and better systems? Yes, we have to start NOW, working together to develop perfect transparent networks to catch the existing infrastructures when the world abolishes the fanatical, insane organisations you call 'governments' - but this switch has to be thrown. We need some time to prepare to throw the switch - but not too much, we've not got too much time.

The world is run as a game and competitive games have winners and losers. If we stick to this model? EVERYBODY loses EVERYTHING. We need a new model. We are shocked by the brutality of the Roman arenas, yet this remains the way we run our Planet to this day.

ANARCHY IN THE WHOLE WORLD IS COMING 21.12.2012

                                                                                          

Every day more & more of The Many voices join in The One song & as the chorus grows the music grows in confidence, beauty and harmonic complexity, and in subtlety and simplicity. How can anyone can still dismiss The Word of change as just a whisper on the wind - 'The Cult of The Individual' has been the dominant ethos of this age, a world-view that defines freedom as the freedom for each of us to sing their own song. This was as it should be for the duration of this age, for Man's state of not-knowing is not the natural state of Being. That which is beyond form manifests the Many forms - it is not only within and without everything - it IS everything. All things are like thoughts to this single, immanent all-pervading consciousness. Mankind's Many voices are joining in One song. Yes, the Choirmaster spent a long time watching from the wings. But - in truth -The Master Musician has been singing softly from the sidelines throughout this age, sweet and so strong, The Maestro has at last picked up the baton

In the past? They told me to be ashamed of my body and they told me that to be proud is a sin. In doing so they forbade me to love myself. And when I cannot love myself? Then I could not love. Mankind - that which you most fear is Love.

FORGIVE ALL DEBT

FORGIVE HITLER, STALIN - EVERYONE!

FORGIVE YOUR SELF

ONLY THE FORGIVERS ARE COMING WITH US

FORGIVE EVERYTHING

AND EVERYTHING WILL GIVE FOR THE FORGIVERS

I SEE THE WHOLE HUMAN RACE TAKE DOWN THEIR MASKS

AND ASK FORGIVENESS

YES! - you are entitled to some trinkets and some tools, and a place to live where there is not war and death and want and meaningless bureaucracy. The archetypal character you call 'The Devil?' He exists only in the hearts of men. His den you men call Hell? There is nothing in all creation with more sulphurous a smell than what you have 'achieved', you little men. THIS is as bad as it gets, for creation has unspeakable order, and the order now wishes to be spoken -

BECOME ONE!


I SEE THE WHOLE HUMAN RACE JOINED IN SONG!

THE DEVIL DRIVES AN S.U.V.

The Devil drives an S.U.V. He has many, many vices - but this is his one and only mortal sin.

My Man, Mephistopheles, he layed with Lady Luck,

He rode her all the way to Hell - but they got a taxi back.

This van-driver, Virgil, pleads, "please pay with puff, if poss.

I left mine at home and haven't got enough for Josh...

...I don't like to profit from prophesy...its just to cover costs...

...I'll make a loss",

The painful past unfolds.

He made her a virgin

She crossed his palm with Afghan Gold

x

I'M IN LOVE WITH EVERYONE

..but they don't love me back - as is evidenced by the fact that I haven't had sex in nine months.

And the last time I did get any? I got a genital wart.

No wonder I'm a wanker!


http://jesterspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-wanking-by-expert.html


jesTer

x

p.s.  You can download my single 'I'm In Love With Everyone' (b/w 'The Game') for free at...

http://www.reverbnation.com/thecelebratedmrk


It was released on 01.01.09., I gave all five copies away - the first one at the stroke of midnight and the rest through the course of the day. I felt that this release strategy defied reason, which had to be a good thing, and at the same time also reflected how deeply underground I had gone - spending every last penny I owned on a limited edition of 5 singles and then just giving them to people I liked at a New Years party in a squatted pub. RANDOM! MENTALIST! So far my research suggests that the maxim 'build it and they will come' may be bollocks, though I cannot exactly claim to have built 'IT' yet, but merely laid the foundations - so the jury is still out on that one.


New Year - that was the last time I went 'clubbing', if you can call a disused city warehouse a club. Now I am a hermit living with and caring for my mother who has Alzheimer's -


http://www.whatbaffledme.blogspot.com


I hope to get out at some point this Christmas, but the urge to hibernate is upon me. I just want to fill my head with straw and set my alarm for sometime round Easter.


I LOVE YOU!


x

ON WANKING by an expert

What do they teach our children in school about masturbation?

I would be very interested to see a hand-out or video clip to see how this sensitive topic is actually contextualised in the classroom, I imagine it  would be something along these lines:

MESSAGE FROM THE JESTER TO THE KID'S ABOUT SELF GRATIFICATION:-
The act of masturbation is safe, harmless and extremely enjoyable. For men it is verging on necessary, though not all men masturbate - but if you don't you are going to shoot your load in your dreams. If you can remember these dreams you've got free virtual reality sex - you have a gift, I wouldn't risk upsetting this by wanking. What was I saying?

The act of masturbation is safe and it feels good. Very good. However, its easy availability means that it can become very addictive and eat into time when one might be engaged in more productive activities, if not taken in hand (no pun intended) by the individual.

It is predominantly amongst males that the use of pornography and erotic art is prevalent - they find that fixating upon a visual stimuli provides a locus for their fantasies and this heightens their satisfaction. Pornography can also be insidiously addictive - and like a drug it produces diminishing returns. The search for harder and harder material can lead an individual to uncover dormant 'fetishes' that may never have occurred to them, or that they might have preferred to have unearthed with a partner.

Regarding 'fetishes' - a lot of adults find a great deal of joy and intimacy in unusual sexual practices, though these are usually frowned on by religious authorities.  I personally feel that no consensual act between adults should be forbidden - for who are we to stand in the way of the sacred enactment of archetypal relationships?

Whatever your personal stance on 'perversion' it is a good idea to remember 'to be careful what you wish for' while masturbating, for one's latent desires can become all-consuming, and they are not readily tamed once aroused. Think - it would seem a shame if you met the boy/girl of your dreams, but were sexually incompatible because you had already discovered while wanking that what sexually aroused you was spanking and that they did not share this predilection.

In short: whatever you wish for while masturbating, it will become a prerequisite that the boy/girl of your dreams shares this fantasy, otherwise your sex life will seem lacking and you will be driven to look elsewhere. By extension the more outlandish your fantasies are the less potential partners you will have.

All I'm really saying is that while the act of masturbation is safe there are potential drawbacks in the long-term to wanton indulgence in onanism.

END OF MESSAGE///

I'm glad they're teaching this to the kids, I would have taken that on board, its sensible, rational and true. I probably wouldn't have modified my behaviour significantly, but at least I would have been making an informed decision.

MESSAGE FROM THE JESTER TO THE ADULTS ABOUT SELF GRATIFICATION:-
Masturbation makes you blind and turns you into a werewolf.

THAT WHICH IS BEYOND NAMES

REPLY TO A THREAD AT INDIGOSOCIETY.COM, TO SOMEONE WHO REPORTED SEEING A TRANSDIMENSIONAL PORTHOLE WHILE ON THE PSYCHEDELIC 'SALVIA DIVINORUM' -

I am a little jealous - according to Erowid Salvia simply doesn't work on a certain proportion of people, they call us 'salvia hardheads', & I think I may be one of them.

I was brought up in a mystery school who believe that Doris Lessing's Canopus in Argos archives are literally true, and these feature 'Stargates' similar to that which you describe.

Before I go any further please remember to treat all other-worldly ideas with a pinch of salt and a dose of humour - at least until our time has come, which we anticipate to be soon. Otherwise you are likely to become 'mentally unbalanced' - and in consequence you might also become what those contemporary three-brained beings of your favourite planet affectionately call 'sectioned'.

This is why I call myself The Jester - to encourage people to greet the unseen worlds with a lightness of heart and with laughter, as is appropriate.

Do you think the Hare Krishna are joking when they called one of their books 'Easy Journey to Other Planets?' Of course they are joking, and so am I. Am I joking? I AM. I AM always joking, for I AM The Jester - and THIS is The Cosmic Joke.

ET=ART (energy multiplied by time equals Being)

It is not uncommon to hear people refer to our planet as 'Spaceship Earth' - this is a metaphor in the sense that it is a set of words to describe something that is beyond names, it is literally true in the sense that The Earth flies through space and we ride upon it.

Further to this it has been suggested that Star Trek's 'Galactic Federation' might be an appropriate metaphor for 'that which is beyond names' by both the 'scientologists' (money grabbers) and those you call the 'Foundation For The Law of Time' - who, incidentally (like my mother's mystery school) incorrectly predicted 'the end of the world as we know it' (what they call 'The Reversal') in 2000.

It seems to me of note that I did not make this prevalent mistake when writing on this subject in fiction and in jest, twenty years ago in my teens. But having made this prediction without knowing about the Mayan prophesies and in an environment where the ending of time (see Krishnamurthi and Bohm's book of the same name for a sane and grounded investigation into what this means) was anticipated, but at a completely different time - it does make one wonder.

And - as my mother's mystery school were fond of saying - 'to wonder is to begin to understand'. I would add - 'to laugh is to begin to understand' - for it is only in the moment where a laugh occurs that we can truly entertain the friction of apparently contradictory ideas. It is a common trope in sci-fi that systems fail when fed contradictory facts, if we take ourSELVES too seriously, our robot heads end up pivotting like the girl in the exorcist, steam coming out of our created ears, our Steven Hawkings voice maniacally shrieking - DOES NOT COMPUTE DOES NOT COMPUTE.

HERMANN HESSE'S STEPPENWOLF

"We are in my Magic Theater," he said with a smile, "and if you wish at any time to learn the Tango or to be a general or to have a talk with Alexander the Great, it is always at your service. But I'm bound to say, Harry, you have disappointed me a little. You forgot yourself badly. You broke through the humor of my little theater and tried to make a mess of it, stabbing with knives and spattering our pretty picture-world with the mud of reality. That was not pretty of you.

Another appropriate metaphor is that of trying to run two operating systems simultaneously, with all the potential system conflicts and crashes this can entail. I do not have the audacity to categorically state "I for One was right where so Many were wrong" - but I do think it is worth it to temporarily 'suspend disbelief', for when the download is complete it does appear to make hermetic sense. There is no point 'believing' anything - we have been doing this for thousands of years, and where has this got us? This is what I think, not what I believe. No-one can challenge the fact that this is what we are in the process of thinking, the process of contemplating - it is exciting, but it is not necessary to get over-excited about it. After the dialectic has reached tipping point I think it will be the norm that what I have begun to describe here will be part of what is considered the consensus view of reality; and that this will be corroborated by breakthroughs in the understanding and observation of how quantum particles relate to consciousness.

I am trying not to spoon-feed anyone my set of names and metaphors to describe 'that which is beyond names'. It easy to set up a religion, that is the old way, it is harder to 'remember yourself' [Gurdjieff]. I am not religious in your sense of the word - that is to say that I am for religious tolerance but against didactic religion - Mankind does not have to cast off its sacred words and ceremonies, for they unite men and celebrate existence, but rather to simply recognise that the sets of names they use point to the same thing, something that ultimately defies naming.

Truth is a pathless land'. Man cannot come to it through any organization, through any creed, through any dogma, priest or ritual, nor through any philosophical knowledge or psychological technique. He has to find it through the mirror of relationship, through the understanding of the contents of his own mind, through observation, and not through intellectual analysis or introspective dissection. Man has built in himself images as a sense of security—religious, political, personal. These manifest as symbols, ideas, beliefs. The burden of these dominates man's thinking, relationships and his daily life. These are the causes of our problems for they divide man from man in every relationship." Krishnamurthi

Instead I would rather draw people's attention to the manner in which I perceive those who best describe 'that which is beyond names' to agree on everything all the time, and to possess a uniting philosophy that includes all branches of human knowledge; whereas those who base their conclusions as to the nature of Being on Positivist insight alone cannot even agree upon whether they exist or not half of the time. It is in this spirit that I would like you to consider these quotations regarding the nature of 'that which is beyond names' -

THE OPENING VERSES OF THE TAO TE CHING:

The tao that can be described is not the eternal Tao.

The name that can be spoken is not the eternal Name.

The nameless is the boundary of Heaven and Earth.

The named is the mother of creation.

Freed from desire, you can see the hidden mystery.

By having desire, you can only see what is visibly real.

Yet mystery and reality emerge from the same source.

This source is called darkness.

Darkness born from darkness.

The beginning of all understanding.

WALT WHITMAN, FROM 'SONG OF MYSELF'

I do not know it--it is without name--it is a word unsaid,
It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.
Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,
To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.
Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines! I plead for my brothers and sisters.
Do you see O my brothers and sisters?
It is not chaos or death--it is form, union, plan--it is eternal
life--it is Happiness.
The past and present wilt--I have fill'd them, emptied them.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

HERMANN HESSE'S STEPPENWOLF

Now, Harry, come along, be as jolly as you can. To make it so and to teach you to laugh is the whole aim in getting up this entertainment--I hope you will make it easy for me. You feel quite well, I trust? Not afraid? That's good, excellent. You will now, without fear and with unfeigned pleasure, enter our visionary world. You will introduce yourself to it by means of a trifling suicide, since this is the custom."

He took out the pocket mirror again and held it in front of my face. Again I was confronted by the same indistinct and cloudy reflection, with the wolf's shape encircling it and coursing through it. I knew it too well and disliked it too sincerely for its destruction to cause me any sorrow.

"You will now erase this superfluous reflection, my dear friend. That is all that is necessary. To do so, it will suffice that you greet it, if your mood permits, with a hearty laugh. You are here in a school of humor. You are to learn to laugh. Now, true humor begins when a man ceases to take himself seriously."

I fixed my eyes on the little mirror, where the man Harry and the wolf were going through their convulsions. For a moment there was a convulsion deep within me too, a faint but painful one like remembrance, or like homesickness, or like remorse. Then the slight oppression gave way to a new feeling like that a man feels when a tooth has been extracted with cocaine, a sense of relief and of letting out a deep breath, and of wonder, at the same time, that it has not hurt in the least. And this feeling was accompanied by a buoyant exhilaration and a desire to laugh so irresistible that I was compelled to give way to it.

The mournful image in the glass gave a final convulsion and vanished. The glass itself turned gray and charred and opaque, as though it had been burned. With a laugh Pablo threw the thing away and it went rolling down the endless corridor and disappeared.

"Well laughed, Harry," cried Pablo. "You will learn to laugh like the immortals yet. You have done with the Steppenwolf at last. It's no good with a razor. Take care that he stays dead. You'll be able to leave the farce of reality behind you directly. At our next meeting we'll drink to brotherhood, dear fellow. I never liked you better than I do today. And if you still think it worth your while we can philosophize together and argue and talk about music and Mozart and Gluck and Plato and Goethe to your heart's content. You will understand now why it was so impossible before. I wish you good riddance of the Steppenwolf for today at any rate. For naturally, your suicide is not a final one. We are in a magic theater; a world of pictures, not realities. See that you pick out beautiful and cheerful ones and show that you really are not in love with your highly questionable personality any longer. Should you still, however, have a hankering after it, you need only have another look in the mirror that I will now show you. But you know the old proverb: 'A mirror in the hand is worth two on the wall.' Ha! ha!" (Again that laugh, beautiful and frightful!) "And now there only remains one little ceremony and quite a jolly one. You have now to cast aside the spectacles of your personality. So come here and look in a proper looking glass. It will give you some fun."

Laughingly with a few droll caresses he turned me about so that I faced the gigantic mirror on the wall. There I saw myself.

I saw myself for a brief instant as my usual self, except that I looked unusually good-humored, bright and laughing. But I had scarcely had time to recognize myself before the reflection fell to pieces. A second, a third, a tenth, a twentieth figure sprang from it till the whole gigantic mirror was full of nothing but Harrys or bits of him, each of which I saw only for the instant of recognition. Some of these multitudinous Harrys were as old as I, some older, some very old. Others were young. There were youths, boys, schoolboys, scamps, children. Fifty-year-olds and twenty-year-olds played leap frog. Thirty-year-olds and five-year-olds, solemn and merry, worthy and comic, well-dressed and unpresentable, and even quite naked, long haired, and hairless, all were I and all were seen for a flash, recognized and gone. They sprang from each other in all directions, left and right and into the recesses of the mirror and clean out of it. One, an elegant young fellow, leaped laughing into Pablo's arms and embraced him and they went off together. And one who particularly pleased me, a good looking and charming boy of sixteen or seventeen years, sprang like lightning into the corridor and began reading the notices on the doors. I went after him and found him in front of a door on which was inscribed:

ALL GIRLS ARE YOURS

ONE QUARTER IN THE SLOT

My point is that Gurdjieff says "everything is matter", while Kahlil Gibran says "everything is spirit". They do not disagree - there is only one substance vibrating at different frequencies, the word you use is just a metaphor, a finger pointing at a star. Thus - if you are looking for good and bad aliens you will see aliens, if you are looking for angels and demons you will see angels and demons. If you stop looking for angels, demons and aliens? You will see your SELF in The Mirror-like White Light, The Timeless State of One from which The Many forms emerge.

You have plenty to think about, I hope some of these words resonated with you and I haven't been too didactic. I will leave you with the words of a great artist, my friend Niall Richardson:

"I wish I could write more, but time is short...

I for one believe that insanity (in the strictest sense) is something that is unavoidable if one is to be an artist, pure and simple. But the flip side to that is - as in all nature, there is an inverse to everything - the same thing could be ........as absolute sanity.

must go now.

x"

THE MARRIAGE OF BEING AND NOTHINGNESS

Message from Indigo Society member (username: existencebeyondexperience) to The Jester (including his solutions and commentary on The Three Riddles at The Gates of Paradise http://jesterspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-riddles-at-gates-of-paradise.html )

I am the monolatric pan-panen-henodeistic theist unbeliever.

Pataphor is defined by same, but differently.

That one disagrees with all implies as if to say that to disagree is to be wrong, and to agree is to be wrong.

That 1 disagrees with 0 implies as if to say that 1*(0/0) is imaginary, when in fact the solution is 0.  but 0/0=1/1, so WTF?T

I'm not anti-anything;  you are, if you doubt the validity of the statement above.

"Push the envelope of your conception, and watch reality bend to your will" does not mean that i or you or anyone is 'The' God.  That one never existed, only as many 'A' Gods as there are believers.

...

World, Who Will Heal Thee?

We are all tHe lAst – propHets aT thE end of time.

physician, heal thyself.  take up thy stethoscope and walk.

* * *


Lover, What Are You Scared Of?

that which you most fear is love

the one who has nothing to lose has nothing to fear.

* * *


How Soon is Now?


TwO THOUsANd aNd twElVe!

Halley comes in 2063, and will be spectacular, even if i'm the only one on earth who gets to see it.

* * *

Response from The Jester:

Yes, that is the case, you are the first person who has said this to me, though it is not the first time I have said it to others. It makes me laugh.

I would be interested to read some more of your work, and to enter into a dialogue regarding the implications of theic-existentialism in the World of Actions. Why? Because of all the suffering in the world - this makes me cry.

AND THIS WAS THE FIRST LOVE

The first ‘I’ saw it’s reflection in The Mirror-like White Light,

And it saw that it was good.

This was the first Narcissus,

Being and Nothingness,

I + 0,

I and Thou,

Me and You, and

This was the first Love.

*     *     *

Substance without form is insubstantial: this is Nothingness.

Form without substance is still information: this is Being.

Substance is Nothingness.

Form is Being.

1 = 0.

I am You.

Know thyself, for

This was the first Love.

*     *     *

There is no I, there is only Thou.

There is no Thou there is only I.

There is no Me, there is only You.

There is no You, there is only Me.

There are only I and Thou.

There are only You and Me.

Only Love is real, and

Ours was the first Love.

*     *     *

1992

The following paragraph from 1992 (when I was 18) is neither the most eloquent nor the most profound illumination of this topic, but it is the first where I posit the equation 1=0.

1=0

Everyone is here that I have ever met; and many more besides. For this moment in time I am a pink balloon, the light shines through me as I drift towards The Sun. For the next moment I am light, travelling, so very fast - and I wonder, when I prove that 0=1, am I mad - or is this the core of everything?

I can travel through time like it was my dimension - I am not propelled through it - so changing direction is easy.

Say, didn’t I love you? There’s a letter on the fire. This is a nice colour mind, fire, a beautiful find, but everything moves - this is my life.

My whole life, this is a river, it flows. It flows. I am a river. I am a concerto, I am a piano, and everything is unchanged - though now it makes sense!

When I flow through thought my mind gets to the heart of the equation - everything breaks down and again I prove that 1=0.

1992

This is four years earlier and clearly comes from the same perspective -

In one strange dream..

  

In one strange dream I saw you cry,

know I know I wonder why,

And when I ask you, ‘what is wrong?’

you ask me, ‘what is right?’,

‘Fore I can answer I’m swept along

by these words that you recite:

“Its as though all life on Earth

had only just begun,

It’s as though a myriad of lights

combined to make just one,

It’s as though I’ve been passing through

A thousand million places -

Behold! I will corrupt your seed

and spread dung upon your faces”

In one strange dream I saw you cry,

what is it that you need?

‘Fore I could e’en wonder why,

you began to read:

“I want to know,

I want to see,

Everything,

Nothing.

I want to have,

I want to be,

Everything,

Nothing.

But all I know and all I see,

And all I have and have to be,

Someone,

Something.

Only occasionally, in strange dreams,

Do I witness these extremes,

In which I am all and all is me,

In which I’m not here and I can see,

That I am dead and I am free,

So I can have and I can be,

Everything,

Nothing.

So I can know and I can see,

Everything,

Nothing."

The Jester, 1988, aged 14

This makes me laugh now - when you say 'I'm not anti-anything - you are' and I write 'forget what you know - everything you know is wrong' -  we are not speaking to each other, but to 'them' - yet there is no "them" and "us"!

"God only acts and is in existing beings of men"

William Blake

You Know Who I AM

(Leonard Cohen)

I cannot follow you, my love,

you cannot follow me.

I am the distance you put between

all of the moments that we will be.

You know who I am,

you've stared at the sun,

well I am the one who loves

changing from nothing to one.

Sometimes I need you naked,

sometimes I need you wild,

I need you to carry my children in

and I need you to kill a child.

You know who I am,

you've stared at the sun,

well I am the one who loves

changing from nothing to one.

If you should ever track me down

I will surrender there

and I will leave with you one broken man

whom I will teach you to repair.

You know who I am,

you've stared at the sun,

well I am the one who loves

changing from nothing to one.

I cannot follow you, my love,

you cannot follow me.

I am the distance you put between

all of the moments that we will be.

You know who I am,

you've stared at the sun,

well I am the one who loves

changing from nothing to one.

WE are all the last prophets at the end of time! This makes me laugh.

"A point in every direction is the same as no point at all"

Harry Nilsson, The Point

I do not wish to make money, but to make a difference. I wish the wealth to be returned to collective ownership. I want to begin to act collectively, so am looking to find an appropriate collectively owned means of distributing our work that we can unite behind. I cannot find such a thing - this makes me cry.

I hope you do not mind me posting your message and this response on my blog, when I receive an interesting message and write a more involved response it seems appropriate to make it available to anyone who might be interested.

Lots of love

x

Writer / Graphics sampler:

WWW.JESTER.ME.UK

Music(singing & guitar) / spoken word:

WWW.REVERBNATION.CO.UK/THECELEBRATEDMRK

Community Arts Projects (currently very old, would like to make it a more general hub for our activities):

WWW.MAKING-IT-HAPPEN.ORG.UK

Blog about being my mother (with Alzheimer's) main carer:

WWW.WHATBAFFLEDME.BLOGSPOT.COM

"The Universe is the Practical Joke of the General  at the Expense of the Particular, quoth FRATER PERDURABO, and laughed.

But those disciples nearest to him wept, seeing the Universal Sorrow.

Those next to them laughed, seeing the Universal Joke.

Below these certain disciples wept.

Then certain laughed.

Others next wept.

Others next laughed.

Next others wept.

Next others laughed.

Last came those that wept because they could not see the Joke,

and those that laughed lest they should be thought not to see the Joke, and thought it safe to act like FRATER PERDURABO.

But though FRATER PERDURABO laughed openly,

He also at the same time wept secretly; and in Himself He neither laughed nor wept.

Nor did He mean what He said. " Onion Peelings, The Book of Lies

IN SILENCE

I AM Josh, shhh,  The Silent One

I only Josh, I leave the words alone

To those who know

I AM The Jester

THIS, my Joke

THIS, the divine comedy

THESE, the divine tears,,,

IDOLISING CHARLES MANSON IS IDIOTIC

The only man of energy

Yes, the revolution's pride

He trained a hundred women

Just to kill an unborn child

Leonard Cohen

The following message is an open letter to anyone espousing the views of Charles Manson (hippy cult leader and convicted serial killer) and venerating him as if he was a hero...

Could you please clarify your intentions - it is obvious that a single collaborative global community would be a better world, but how is associating yourself or this standpoint with Charles Manson going to help our cause?

From your tone I detect that it is likely that you are sincere in your belief that Manson was not responsible for the killings, I wasn't there so I don't know, but this is irrelevant - everybody thinks he is a mass murderer, why attach a noble cause to such baggage?

William Blake wrote 'All Religions Are One' two hundred years ago - why not associate yourselves with him?

The list goes on and on and on - why not John Lennon? Krishnamurthi? Jim Morrison?  Buddha? Leonard Cohen?

Clearly he was charismatic and spoke some truth, but there are so many others who have expressed the same ideals with greater eloquence and without so many negative connotations for so many people. How can you expect to achieve anything in this manner?

At times I have considered distancing myself from the cause because I might not be its most wholesome spokesperson - this seems utterly absurd when compared to the amount of damage you might be doing by connecting your beautiful ideals with a convicted serial killer.

The only conclusion I can reach is that you are opposed to peace, that everything you say is a lie, a lie designed to sully the cause you pretend to espouse. If I am just confused please set me straight

x 

I wrote the above letter because I heard the Leonard Cohen song 'The Future' and wondered what he meant by his prediction:-

"all the lousy little poets coming round, tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson"

Leonard Cohen

So I Googled to find out what "tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson" would entail - to my alarm he sounds very like me, except not a pacifist. I would like to believe this is a critical difference.

"Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that"

Martin Luther King Jr

On reflection there are two other differences that I would like to point out - his grasp of the English Language is primitive and he is a hippy - I AM NOT A HIPPY. 

Thank you, goodnight

x

Do I look like a hippy to you? I would love to be a hippy, but it is not in my nature.

I intend to be Sawbridgeworth's foremost not-a-hippy advocate of hippy ideas.