Miss Placed sed, `Marbleous just marbleless`

          I've lost my marbles---check that---I've misplaced my marbles except for the Japanese tea cup that houses my glass cats----the ha lf pint of my Life's Marbles remains in a location I figured would be IMPOSSIBLE to forget .   Yup---Geriatric Imbecility at its most Cruel . 

          Thing is, I can't remember WHY I re-located them in the first place >>>  I'm figuring if I could remember WHY <<<   their hiding place would be revealed .  I haven't even looked in a MILLION places.  It's as if I have generated the most PROFOUND Excuse for NOT doing a goddamn fucking thing; I can't because "I've lost my marbles".    I'm a sick man, Sick I tell you,,, REALLY FUCKING SICK !!!

          

Anaconda-Da-Vida

           It's as if I just sit and ferment when I should be sitting to FO-ment  ---> ACTION that can ease the Pain of self-imposed Sterility .  I know I'm doing it, know its rwong---still ~~~~~~~ .  I can fly anywhere and DO everything, but Death surrounds me, hangs upon my neck like an anaconda, squeezing ever tighter with each fucking breath ~~~ and I COULD call upon the Naga Lord King to help me, I mean, I could,  Did He not Protect the World Honored One during HIS Question ?  Am I insane to consider myself as Buddha ??--- surely Yes .   I sit catatonic, waiting--waiting---waiting---- ....

"Questions 67 and 68"

            One or 2 thousand times a day, I tell myself, `You don't know what you're doing`.  I can't tell if it's one or 2 because I'm a complete fucking idiot.  I walk about the property eyeing AT LEAST 10,000 tasks that await my attention and yet I do nothing.  Anger, Rage Frustration and {bile} Bitterness, "Friends 'til the end", an End that just won't end.  

          I know better, I have ALL the Cures, Resolutions, Sol-Utions -------still..... What good do they do if I don't employ them ??  Stories, Fables, Poems, Blogz  -- I hear them form, I hear them talk, Entities of Universal Nature, always in ALL ways manifesting as "Mass Entropy" but WITHOUT the Confusion characteristic of unchallenged Reasoning gone the way of "Know one gives a shit" and "What the fuck is the Point ???".  

          The multi-myriad lifetimes that exist within one step and one breath---all are known to me--each one begging for Voice and Example, the sound of plaintiff pleas, entreaties to a Higher Power somehow grown Deaf, Deaf and Blind because of Genetic Imbecility ~~~~~~

          I ask myself, {for the millionth time} `How did things get so fucking fucked up ??`

The Golden Mean Ratio

           Beauty Heals.   The Ancient Greeks developed the Golden Mean Ratio in order to Define the Physical Aesthetic of not only the Human Form but the Building and Construction 'Codes' as well.   Here, Engineering was ART, indeed, Beauty was Aspirational Excellence and was to be Sought not just in Major Endeavors but in the Day-To-Day trifflings of Superficial yet SIGNIFICANT activities {as Rituals}.   Here it was {and IS} that each and every Individual was to perform and execute the Necessities of Life in such a manner as to indicate that CREATIVE INTELLIGENCE  was "at work" thereby indicating the Commitment (as Devotion) to Universal Principles and Absolutes and an Adherence to Cozmic Doctrine(s).  

The Me in Time

           Care must be taken not to OVER-Romanticize the True Nature of Demon Influence, according Them god-like Protectionism of the Secretive and UnSeen.   Applying Ancient Acumen to {as} Present-Day Sophistry MAY cause some Confusion when the Psycho-Active NOW Demands Scientific Geometry, in  the  Form  of  Quantum  Mechanic  Physics,  in  order  to  Define  Reality  [so]  that  Understanding, Comprehension and APPREHENSION be {Conditionally} evidenced within Perceptual Congruence {Congruity} >>> {the Visual and Physical Aesthetic}.    In other words,,,  Esoteric Shit MUST "Make Sense" on the Common Plane of Existence, the Day-To-Day Reality of "Just Now" Intimacy, the Intimacy of Individual Psyche and Universal Mind if Just Reg'lar Folks are to accept that they [WE] are "Children of the Universe" and as such MUST adhere to Divine Principles as they [WE] make our Way through Time.  

Orbitron the Galaxian

           I find no need to defend the existence of Extra-Dimensional Entities at this juncture in our examination of the Forces that govern, in an Influential manner, the various Arts, including the Art of Rhetorical Exposition.   Demon Energies, such as those generated by our Tengu Masters, are NOT wholly negative but serve in a very POSITIVE Manner, to ensure the extraction, by us, of disciplined Purity, the so-called Devotion to our Art, that itself MUST be activated in PROLONGED Unrelenting Effort, if Originality and Authenticity is to be manifested as {in} Profound Insight and Juris-Prudential Magnanimity.   'It' is As If Demons and their Energies ACT as Guardians of Unseen and VASTLY Secretive Wisdom{s} and Knowledge{s} to Guarantee Universal Ancient Profundities, that if Stolen by the Unworthy would inflict ENORMOUS Dis-Health and further, act to contaminate and/or corrupt Cozmic Consciousness to the point of Degenerative Disembodiment, the one of callus disregard of Altruistic Absolution.   Indeed, Buddhism Itself has MANY Guardians and Protectors of the Dharma, Warriors of and for Truth, whose Role it is to Prevent such contamination and corruption by those whose self-serving interests DENY and DEFY the Religion of Practice, the Daily Veneration of ALL the Cozmic Absolutes upon which Divine ConsciousNess Rests.  

Muenster

           Titles of blogs and the blogs themselves have 'appeared' as "the whole blog and nothing but the blog" and I have cast them aside, determining them to be Useless in this "Age of Surveillance Capitalism" that I may instead indulge myself with the Safety and Solitude of Individual Discrimination.   This shit is HARDLY Noble,, and, as I have stipulated, REEKS of  brandished Cowardice, a something that is Counter to Health, Well Being and Salvation-al Liberation.  Groucho Marx once responded to the attack-Question (of Margaret Dumont)  "Are you a man or a mouse?" with,  "Throw a piece of cheese on the floor and find out".   I LOVE cheese.

Holy Phuq

           I chanced upon this sentence yesterday morning while irrigating the micro-mini corn crop ::  "Feigning Humility just strengthens my Arrogance".   You can see how FRAUGHT it is with Ramificational Transgressions .   I'm SUPPOSE-TUH-BE  "A lowly Priest from Hunan Province", I mean, almost ALL my Development was `geared` toward "walking the Path, Humble, like the dust" ---yet HARDLY has that been my 'lot'.  Scholarship and Sword'smanship have forged a Mind that routinely abuses Humility,  the Ancient Chinese refer to > it< as "Arrogant Dragon" and further admonishes, "Arrogant Dragon will have cause to Repent".   Repentance ----  THAT is what I live----in COMPLETE Contradiction to Samurai Arrogance --- my Templar Warrior Vindictive somehow---despite my Devotion to Christ and His Teaching of  Parochial Generosity .   

          Jesus said, "I do not come to bring Peace----I come to bring Sword".

          Yup -----------

         Holy Phuq gets us there.

Ugly and Horny

           It isn't that I haven't been trying to write, I mean, I HAVEN'T, it's that Writing does NOT seem to be THE Solution to 'How Best to Deliver `The Wisdom Of the Ages` In Such A Way As To Influence Global Consciousness',  No one wants to be told that they are Fat, Ugly and Lazy---that they need to look OBJECTIVELY into a Mirror and step on a Scale with Courage and Determination.  Yet, that's what is needed, to Look into the Mirror of History and Step on the Scale of Evolution.  

          

          

          

Slo-motion Lightning

           It's been awhile~~~~  I've been going through a series of molts, --->Vital Transformations---<  that have forced me to suspend writing operations to a point of "I may not return".    Some of  >it<  is due to Demon Intervention, none of which is helpful in accessing Originality, that one thing that defines Style and  qualifies Expression ::: some of which is External Pressures, those of Sensory Bombardment that affects and Effects Judgement and Desire-Ability .   I admit to  Cowardice as well.   Rather than Direct Confrontation I chose the Outward Acts of Rage Sublimation, a returning to Safe Havens and Idyllic Sanctuaries of Tried and Trusted Resolves, those of Inner Emptiness and Outer Industry.   Residing in these ---------------------------------------settings <<<   affords Room and Space to Breathe--- .  Here there is a Just Now  that IS Protection from Civilization itself, a Present Civilization that denies its Responsibility to Respond to Human Suffering--- the Noblest Cause--- and instead to Exert Immeasurable Pressure on the Effort to Maintain a Status Quo whose Trajectory summarily Rejects Socio-Political Evolution thereby GUARANTEEING not just a Standstill, but a heinous Degeneration, a Return as it were, to Times of inchoate, nay, BLASPHEME-IC Primality, the one of Jungle Law, and Street/Gutter Perversional Criminality.