Mind blowing philosopher

 Is slavery primary or secondary. Is it primary in the sense you possess a hard work ethic or secondary in that you own it as a potential archetype. This type of mentality inferred to as slavery. It is slavery looked upon therefore borderline second class.  Can you attribute this as a primary or secondary cause. Is it a natural product or is it human.

Is this a product of logical deviation or a purely addictive inhibition which reminds us of how divided we are psychologically to deal with things. For example, is it at all possible we address this analogy between deviations as a cause which enables the human condition or are we synonymously dismissed by it as circular. Trapped forever in a hamster wheel. This follows inhibitively that to a fault our innate human mind is to continuously employ a slave mentality. It also plays out a common characteristic of the feudal civilization we live and work in that's been passed down throughout a historical vacuum. Slavery is a common denominator which we humans will never escape.

Something to chew on...

The secrecy of passion...

 

The purpose of a person's free will is made of their prejudices. It also subject to discrimination results as failure to project your true intentions as result. The conflicting internal state opposite of reality. Outside forces external of all sensibility never to reveal itself.

The penury of meditation

 When God said let there be light...

What was that moment like.
Was it some rite of passage like
The commandments engraved on Moses tablet.

That God never gave a passing thought
Into how history were recorded nor did God care.

What are you touching.
What are you feeling.
What are you observing.

To the observer
You are nothing.

You are not to observe but to abort it.

Now everything becomes clearer.

What we think of as timeless is not timeless.

We think we want it.

But it is not timelessness we want.

What we want is endlessness.

And nothing else.

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The secrecy of avarice

What is living life with a purpose to establish dominance. To establish dominance is to live life with a purpose. So that the pursuit of happiness can be a fair proposition.

The contradiction of color

 Can God be your equal or is that a larger than life proposition. Can you truly believe that God is your equal. If it is a true possibility. Is God an entity so powerful conceptually speaking, god as a forceful entity makes the question fairly impenetrable and entirely impossible to comprehend because such a power only god can possess or be all knowing. Does this inquiry into the nature of God corrupt your own mind depending on what its answer is. 

If you completely wrap your head around this question the truth is not inconceivable. Nothing can make you god's equal. The only chance god is equal to humankind makes god your eternal salvation your only belief in god is that god is on those terms your savior. Your shadow. You are a shadow of god's will.

If god as your equal makes it possible to endure then the question is a basic one. Whatever your choice. Whatever your faith is or not. If god is your equal you give birth to the idea god is real. That is the risk you take. This is part of the wager you make. You don't gamble with a question of this nature. You either think it is god as your equal which allows you to keep your sense of autonomy in the place god meant you keep it. It sounds flawed because it is. We are equally flawed in gods name. 

Is being equal in gods mind or in yours. Is the question enough. If god dictates equality does it exist as merciless or merciful. If you place your faith in place of a question as god being equal to you, it no longer means something. It means you have a belief in no higher power. God vs. Man is not a valid response. The question is can you place yourself as equal to god as god in question. Therefore, god is not an illusion. God has limitless power over you but can you accept god as an equal that everything you conceive in life turns over to god. 

Are we simply living a reincarnation of god simultaneously over and over again. Until the question of god disappears. As though god pulled a vanishing act. What would you be left with. What would no god leave you without. That is a pure question worth examining. The ultimate paradox.

The killer instinct of an invisible mind

 I can feel my voice as it echoes 

Somewhere... someplace else far
Far away.
It is where memories are made.
I ask myself where am I.
And might I find who I truly am
Through memories of those I feel connected to.
So much like...
Does one think to feel...
Or feel to think.
Because feeling always precedes
thinking. And the action of thinking
precedes feeling.
What if the state of nothing...
preceded chaos.
If so... then what if were it only a filter
of life that contained nothing previous
to it.
It makes life sound so much simpler.
To color outside your world.

Kafka

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion.  Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

Realigning the Cosmos

 My grandmother...

Taught me what the truest form of love is.
Simply by being me invested in her.
And through this she prayed day and night.
The most devoted catholic parishioner
I will ever know.
I have dedicated my life to knowing
That there is no reason needed.
No reason needed -
To make sense in knowing why she
Possessed the qualities of such peasantry.
She was a gift.
And in all the intentions I may have ever had in my life....
It is meant to be good as hers.

Sometimes I forget.

Forgetting is what we all do.

When trying to impress upon our stirring inhibitions.

If I were to make believe in myself it would consist of these things:

That I am a good person.
That ignoring me makes you less than a friend that does.
That I need to start loving life that I lead.

Would you attempt to kill a fly if it meant it were your only company.
Swatting at it.
Another swat.... and missed.
Again you swat.

That is what life looks like when you forget. You aim to hit the fly and miss it.
You swing to kill it.
But you never really know how.
A fly doesn't consist of a heart.
It only has energy.
The energy to escape.
To make you miss the target.
And that is the secret to all great tragedies.
To serve your truth.
That the truth is your companion
To attain God's wisdom.
And to obtain the skull to honor it.

I always thought of this in terms of my hair.
That I felt an irrational need to grow it out...
And having grown it - the need was not irrational.
The urge is real.
And any real sense of unearthing your true
self worth is an eternal sense of favoring
everything you are.

There is no why.
There is no how.

Only beauty in the myth you created.
The myth that is you.

No matter which way you carve it out, you cannot afford the same air you breath
without first betraying your own truth.

Much like missing teeth.
You believe in tooth fairies coming
for the teeth you hid beneath your pillow.
Was it all for the fun of it.
Or was it not because a myth lives up to lie about some fairy doing its job.

Everything computes anew.
It just never quite stops.
Nor does the madness quiet.

Between your prayers and compiling a collection of rocks. There are plenty to choose from.

Only myths become something worth your eternal self.

The myth that you became something as supernatural as in comic book heroes.

Just use your inner voice.
To sing why or to choose how.
The causes may seem endless.
But they are not!

If you are not out there in the real world...
Why not tell them it is god that sent you?

They would look at you like you're mad.

And would that not be an accomplishment worth sharing.

Although you can't but want too. 

The Winnipeg Jets 2021

We are embarking on a special special year heading into the Jets this coming season. Why. Not because we haven't seen them in person the past 2 years. Not because Scheifele is public enemy in Montreal and we will defend his honor.

It's because the Jets have found it's place on a mantel. The ground work that has been made along side the length of time it has taken... fast forward to present... the past ten years. Now our Jets are heading at length to reach new successes they haven't seen before.

Eventually the ultimate goal is the holy grail which will be reality. But we will be witness into celebrating an era where the Jets are the benchmark for competitive hockey. It is a ground breaking program that's about to bust out. The Jets have the pieces.

They have the development program. They have the depth in drafting. It is all about to come full circle. The first ten years were blind to what is about to make happen. That is Jets hockey. I've followed this team through its model and I know wtf I'm talking about.

Historically our best season was when we finished 2nd overall in the standings should have finished 1st eventually beating the President trophy winners in playoffs and making it to the final four. What I'm implying is different. We are going go to raise hell.

And from this period onward it's about who can keep up. Cheveldayoff and company have created a competitive dynamic which will emulate everything we accomplished in the WHA era when the Jets established themselves. This coming season is about the Jets taking numbers 👀.

Not about trying to prove anything. The devil is in the details. Vancouver Deadmonton Calgary have nothing on us in the West. The rest of Eastern Canadian teams can clean up after their own vomit. It's on folks.

I've been waiting ten years to write ✍ this...

The renunciation of silence

 This beautiful silence -

The code breaks.
I fill it.
Fill it with my touch...
A touch of the universe,
From which my hands are tied.
I excuse every feeling I've ever had.
With the experience of true love.
My love of language.
My freedom of thought.
My dedication through Christ.
I am fast enough for the finish line.
But slow enough for the time I took
to get there.
That elusive 'finish'
When will it ever end.
So much the time it takes to become something.
Something -
of an artform.
The noise.
That noise it dwindles.
From your first sense of touch.
To the madness of my personal bewilderment.
Like ABBA to my ears.
Where my birth address is still unknown.
But that from my mother's womb.
In a eternity of stars for which she gave me with.
My real maker's.
In gods holy grail.
My mother and father's unity.
I am here for that very reason.

The psychology of nothing

 There is nothing special

About all the names
Because only I can feel them.
Something about all the names.
Like everything you have ever heard
Is like a stream of consciousness.
Flooding high inside of you.
From each corner of my heart.
Once all your insecurities are devoured
At an early stage.
So you can't help but wonder
What all the names have done.
Where have they gone too.
How do you retain from it.
Who makes you feel free.
And why does it take longer getting to that special destination....
might feelings be characteristized as survival.
As if survival were done but only
to feel.
Feeling is survival...
Much like Aristophanes.

In the Hostility of commandments lost

 I'm sitting here.

Hidden inside the pit of my stomach.
There is a foreign substance that feels.
It feels.
Like there is a magic to me.
All my own.
Where the roots of my life are born.
And burst through the cracks
Of a hundred if not hundreds of years.
I love that feeling I get.
Without days of self betrayal.
Or manic depressive episodes...
me on the inside.
I internalize everything I experience.
To what end should I surmise.
A much greater expectation of saving it all.
My private eyes.
If you are to fall in love...
Let it be with the sound of hope in my voice.
And this powerful romance...
romance of words.

The ask

Is the search for truth an ultimate motivating factor per se in the pure motivation to satisfy craving of a cerebral nature. Is truth only about coming from a place of acting. Something desirable and uninhibited.

I don't know what it is about me. I just feel it. I see myself as a good person yet somehow I forget. It is nothing to do with my character but probably because of an unconscious factor that I need to overcome. That this kind of self awereness I have. The one thing that dictates my sense of self. It is a matter of self love I lack. Where I value what I have and how I appreciate things in life are secondary to what I do that reinforces my internal sense of self. In my mind. Positive reinforcement is hard. Defenses come up. Together, positive reinforcement with defense mechanisms are hard wired in the brain. Positive reinforcement is something I attribute to outside forces. I think. It means we all need validation. Defense mechanisms on the other hand are addictive to killing pain. This is my personal space where in place of my insecurity my pain threshold is higher or lower which allows me to tolerate what happens based on the experience. 

So as I blend all this common sense together. In evaluating life. Is it plausible I feel empty. 

The answer is no.

In taking self inventory on this mental exercise? The conclusion I draw is no. This is not a rhetorical answer because the question I plotted in evaluating the manner I think about these things. 

I am a good person with self doubts. We all have this circuitry possessed within us. (Why I posed this.) Is because I feel how anonymous I am in real life not knowing what I bring to the table. And that's where I feel a lack of self knowledge. So, I believe in a grade 1 predicament we are all in once you face the reality of such a revelation.

Self knowledge is Socratic philosophy and the most important deliberation of your entire life. When it ends and where it begins.

Freudian perspective

(Let's relate this to a painting... we will get back to this conclusively.) If you believe in Freud you will care to infer from it. I think the quote adopts a cetain projection of what we are inhibitively speaking. You might struggle with interpretation of it but my belief is that Freud says: the subconscious transfers our own minds as an observer looks at a beautiful painting, abstract or creative... it is a piece of art that you are subjective too. That same piece of art doesn't know it is being appreciated nor appraised through your minds eye. It is a cerebral experience through yourself as an observer. You have feelings proportional to what that experience dictates.

What I am saying is our subjective reality attaches meaning to all things relative to our experience at the same moment your subconscious is processing data.

That defines expeirence in the real world.

Your observations and your inhibitions relate to something beyond control. 

However, whether of another person or not you speak to that object in your  subconscious. And this also translates back to you independent of virtue. You connect with that picture I said earlier as is a painting.

Our dispositions are all various positions from which we meet as a product of yourself. Our own image can never de displaced.

memory in action

I feel I am a hungry actor. I don't need to be dangerous. I am interesting enough.

Acting as in memory is having a conversation but with yourself. Only it is a silent observation in your own mind. Until you retrieve the information to project its processing. Its effectiveness is a remedial representation of facts occurring though subject's in real time.

Truth & Abandonment

 When I die; does anyone else die with me.

Living and breathing ...
Where it feels like home.
If my vision ever fails me,
It will be in equanimity.
I won't go to Vancouver or be told to.
Neither will I venture to Toronto because I should.
I'm in Winnipeg.
Because it's where I belong.
Not the land of milk and honey.
But the ruins of a private concern.
This is every corner of my polygon.
My mind in every impregnated thought.
A sensitive type of indemnity.

Life and its timely definition

 “Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.” - Ellison

Starvation in god

 Even if it is God and only God do believe in fantasy. 

Marco Almeida ©2021

The breath of brevity

 The stinging in my eyes are that which travel through a smoke filled air as contagious a bead of sweat which slide about into your orbitals. 

You squint as you fail to see what lay ahead.
So you rely upon your psychic sensibility,
taking you where you've never truly before been.
It so happens there is no way out.
Yet this does fail to alarm you.
You are unafraid of it...
Of what can be.
So you seat yourself next to the nostalgia.

The dilettante

Being patient comes at the opposite of out waiting your own power. 

So why ask not why.

Your very existence.
It comes in assuming the position of guilt.
Whereas guilt is a man-made curse.
So selfless the act.
That your very courage depends on it.
Whereas the ability to be seen as a supernatural is the same ability to being as raw as you are.
For as deep as the eye can see...
In this inimitable force.
Your role in the circus of nature's most natural course.