From The Shadow Take Shape

Her name is love.  She is everything I desire in another human being.  Ill try not to bore you with a laundry list of her love able qualities and characteristics.  That universal shadow, is slowly emerging from a cold and dark night.  Its shadow slowly takes form from a light post, and a faceless figure who blocks the lights path.  This shadow takes shape and begins to shift.  

Its appearance is obscured by doubt and uncertainty at first.  But as this faceless figure moves amongst the light on dark avenues, The shadow becomes less obscure.  I can see it... I can feel it , I can feel her.  As if she was sitting beside me.  Such a beautiful shadow it is, indeed.  If i could tell her only one more thing before my lips were sealed shut by the referee of time.  It'd be this.   

Thank you for opening my eyes just wide enough to perceive that faceless mans shadow.  Because I am that faceless man.  And this shadow is the only comfort that I'll have forever.  Because Wherever I go , this shadow will always be right behind me.  Reassuring me of the suns presence.  Soothing me with its infinite presence.  

I love you, of course would probably say all that with a little less breath, but those three words could never justify the avalanche of emotions, that love defines.

© 2011 Timothy John Cody

Life: The Smoked Cigarette

When time runs out

Theres nothing left to do but scream and shout

But even that is an exercise in futility.

So what do we as human beings do , when the minute hand stops doing us favors?

Do we invent more time? as if time is something that could be mass produced.

Do we waste time, regretting the time that we no longer have? Do we wallow in the misery of having no time left. Or do we try and make the best of the little time we have left?  No matter, Time is a funny joke.   You invest so much time in trying to understand the joke, so that the climax can be thoroughly enjoyed.  Or at least, so we can say we understood the joke, when we've heard the punch line.

I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.  And that's never a good thing.  The important fact is that we all admit that nobody really has any idea what they re talking about.  Merely a product of neurons firing and synapses being traversed.  

Life : The Smoked Cigarette

Life is like a smoked cigarette.  When you first go to light a cigarette, The anticipation of that first inhalation of toxins, is quickly followed by the climax, and then of course, the end.  The filter.  What little toxins that have made it to the end, are so gross and undesirable, that we just throw it away.   A mere flick sends cigarette soaring through time and space to assume its rightful resting place on the ground.  In the end, the cigarette performed its function.  Its purpose has been fulfilled.  Its function has been served.

Where do we go from here?  Or better yet? Where do we go now that we've performed our purpose?  Should we die happy, knowing that we've done our job.  Or do we always question, what might have been?

For some time now, Ive been writing whats been on my mind, only to discover that my function and purpose feels intertwined in the letters i use to construct a meaningful thought. ( or meaningless perhaps, but that's for the reader to decide)

I use the tools of writing and communication to encapsulate my purpose.  My minds eye is a medium for which i express the thoughts and desires of a man who's searching for a purpose.  After all, whats left after we die? Shadows?  dust? memories?  The people we've influenced.  The only goal of my words is to trigger any type of synaptic leap from your ears to your memory.  Hopefully , something was learned , or a universal emotion was invoked.

Are There Higher Levels of Communication?

a day of reckoning

to heed the beckoning

call of fate

its not too late

I stand here now

tall, fit and proud

ready to face

my role my place

I have become

the infinite one

Are there higher levels of communcation?

Imagine being able to communicate an idea to someone by physically morphing into every parameter of that idea, creating a new telepathic exchange of thought by manifesting a virtual reality.  This is certainly a powerful notion.  Before you dismiss it is as impossible or irrelevant, please first consider the current well known forms of communication.  Language, or linguistics is the main vessel to carry our ideas into 3 dimensional space through the mouth, using speech.  We use our mouth to form phonetic structures that when air is pushed through form a distinct and unique sound or vibration. Our voice box has evolved to benefit this form of communication, by vibrating in order to form sound vibrations to the mouth.  To keep it simple, Speaking or speech is the primary medium for our conveyance of thought. Our brain forms a thought, accesses its lexicon of word meaning, and then sends this signal to muscles in your mouth and voice box to convey the message through physical space.  What many believe, and what many believe that many others have overlooked, is the fact that this form of communication is inherently telepathic.

With this in mind, one can take the logical next step and assume that the brain is capable of sending a message or signal to other muscles in the body to convey a message.  This is of course where sign language and body language come in.  While body language may lack a definitive lexicon or dictionary of set meaning, one can usually convey how they are generally feeling through the use of body language.  It may be true that body language evolved before speech, as a more crude and unrefined method for communication.

As we look around our world today with both our minds eye, and our respective left and right corneas, we might see how language completely dominates our lives.  It is practically impossible to perceive how our culture and species could sustain our existance on this earth without the tool of communication.   One can assume that language evolved out of an evolutionary need to get along with each other, and work together for continued survival.  It is also possible to conceive that language was born out of a growing cerebral cortex.  Our evolving minds crying out to breach the confines of the brain and leap out across space and time. However language might have evolved, it is apparent that it controls and liberates our collective conscience.  From advertising and entertainment to policy and law making. Language gives us a set parameter for reality  and a means for understanding it.  With this in mind, are there more evolved vehicles of communication with different parameters that allow the human mind to perceive higher dimensions of reality?

It may be hard to grasp, but imagine how our ancestors must have felt about language at first.  The very idea of communicating an idea through the confines of the brain must have seemed impossible to early man.  Let alone to understand how  one could manipulate the air to send this message.  Grunts and groans were the foundation.  Early man began to notice that by manipulating the muscles in their throat, others around them could recognize how they were feeling, or what they feeling.  For example.  A short grunt after attempting to perform an uneasy task, could suggest confusion or a need for help.  By unlocking the mysteries of sound and basic communication, our ancestors lives were enhanced and their perception of reality changed.  While you may still identify that our early ancestors still existed in the same three dimensional space that we do; one can infer that with the advent of language they were able to perceive a heightened sense of reality.

With this application of a higher, more evolved form of language as a means to better perceive reality, can we as humans now evolve to understand a higher more advanced form of communication?  A more sophisticated form of language that will free our minds, and solve many of the current issues plaguing mankind?  While me may not be able to even comprehend such a form of communication yet, it is my belief that this is physically possible.

In conclusion, this idea of higher levels of communication as a means for significantly enhancing our lives holds great promise, and should be further researched.  Not only do the implications of such a higher form of language suggest the ability to take the next evolutionary step; they also suggest that to discover this higher form of communication is our destiny.  The possibilities would be endless, or at the very least, something so beautiful that we cannot yet comprehend in our lower dimensions of consciousness.  Although, it is possible that perhaps the tools for this evolution are with us today.  We may just have not discovered the potential within them.  For example, the internet, and the integration of digital systems into the thread our consciousness may already be taking place.  Is this collective consciousness of the internet, the fertile grounds for a revolution of thought?  Will the next step in our evolutionary journey be a digital collective human consciousness?  Will technology free us from servitude and slavery,  create a higher dimension of reality and take mankind to the stars?

St. Patty the Meandering Cripple Sub-Midget

St Patty the Meandering Cripple Sub Midget

AGE: 477 years old.... 385 of which was spent barricading the pot of gold with his German Mauser that he borrowed from his deutchland native uncle Kilroy Von Heidelberg

Location: Just 25 mi. from the pot of gold... safe visible distance at all times, expect foggy days in April...

PAST:  St Patty has chosen to waste away his days like a camel parched for water in the Sahara desert.   He came from an affluent family, in the rich vibrant and contemporary city of New World Order City or NWOC for shirt.   He got a job selling I LOVE NWOC shirts with memorial pictures of the Freedom Tower, which was hit by two more airplanes, just 30 days after its inception into the new york city skyline of 2015.   Rather shamelessly, and ingloriously, the government once again , denied any involvement in the worst terrorist attack since .... well.... two planes flew into the same exact location just 14 years ago.... And it was rather unimaginative.... Kind of like The movie deep impact after it completely ripped off Armageddon and used Morgan Freeman to peddle it.  Side note: Morgan Freeman , is a FREEMASON... don't believe me??? wikipedia is the site of the gods....( actually I'm making this up, but my hunches have been dead on in the past)...

(more on Morgan Freeman being a Freemason)

Hes in every single movie for Christ sake!!! and he portrays practically every time the symbol of bravery and resolve that are supposedly ingrained in any true blue American.  Hes a Freemason, believe it.... 

MORE ON ST. PATTY AND WHY HES CALLED THAT:

Patty worked at the bodega on canal st. in Soho for about 13 years before he was approached by a member of the Freemasons.  ( ahhh you see, the Freemason reference was completely relevant to the plot) 

It was a sunny afternoon in the dog days of July, 2028... Cars now flew around everywhere.... so there was No need to worry about being sideswiped by a routy gang of barbaric nihilists with potato guns.  As this was just the 3rd year of the American Re-Revolution no. 9 ( the no.9 referred to the 9th time that they tried to overthrow the government and failed miserably) It was a voracious war, incinerating innocent civilians on both sides. 

As the bombs fell, little Patty sat there with his memorial 9/12/2015 shirts, quivering.... He wasn't sure whether or not the strange man in the government issued uniformed was there to kill him.  The man politely asked for Patty's Assistance....

"Excuse me son , would be be interested in being a Freemason?? To fight against the revolution no. 9?"

"Why no sir, you see ...I am a separatist, and I believe that 9/12 was an inside job perpetrated by the government to seize control of the moon bases on the planet iO"

"I see......." said the strange polite man as he starred blankly at a memorial picture of September 12th... The poster had the sub header

 " WE NEVER FORGIVE , BUT THEN WE FORGET"

Suddenly the man whipped around faster than an egg beater vibrates after a hard whack... As the strange armed assailant approached mach 3 speeds, his hand slipped from his pocket with a Glock 18 fully loaded. As he cocked back the barrel, Patty dove behind his makeshift counter, and covered his vital organs....

A SHOT RANG OUT...... Silence was obliterated by loud pangs of death.  Patty laid there on the floor bleeding out like an pig inverted with its throat slit.  He gasped and gurgled for a last breath.... The man stood before him , gun in hand....

" I guess you'll become a saint for this, Patty ol' boy"

"I.......i....-.... (gasp)"

"Whats that?" At a loss for words patty ol lad!?"

"You... bastard.......ii.... -ughhh-"

"that's right...... sleep tight "

Patty's eyes closed.... His conscious pain and frightened state of mind survived.  He couldn't feel his heart beat, but he felt like he was still breathing.  Everything was black...

The Cursed stranger donned his cap and pea coat and walked out of the bodega, shoes sopping with st. Patty's blood... 

"Indeed,.... that's what they'll call him, and my stock in Beer and Hallmark Decorations will triple in just 4 years!"

there was a silence.... 

"Now.... just one more thing to do....."

"he let the door of the bodega slam behind him rather unceremoniously... The sacred murder scene of St. Patrick the Brave hearted Mick with the heart of gold.

The man who wouldn't sell his soul to the devil, because he believed in the truth.  The man who averted sin and temptation to uphold his ancestors name in the last American Revolution, which lasted almost 50 years, with an atrocious amount of casualties on both sides.

He became the symbol of that last great American Revolution No.9, which finally overthrew the power storm of the Freemason and Underground royal bloodlines in Europe that controlled the worlds accumulated wealth since medieval times. 

The New World Order City, the former city of New York, was restored to its former freedom loving glory, and renamed St Patrick Square, in honor of the man who saved mankind from enslavement.

WHAT HAPPENED TO DEAR OL' ST. PAT?

Patty thrived in heaven for a millenia , where he chased little alien kittens around all day and frolicked through meadows of marijuana. and hops. 

Patty knew nothing of his fame on earth, as he continued to frolic for centuries at a time with funny looking alien feline sentian creatures who could both talk and understand English.  He had everything he needed to be happy right there in heaven. His fame on earth would have meant nothing to him, were he to learn of it.

For St. patty was a pure soul...a brave soul in the face of adversity.  He will forever be remembered as the Single greatest thing to happen to the world since Jesus Christ.

Slaves To Perpetual Debt

Ever since i was a child, I've always had this underlying sense that there was something inherently wrong with the way we live.  Its like this annoying itch on the back of your head or maybe even a low pitched steady consistent ringing noise in the background that seems to get louder as the room gets more silent. I never really felt like everyone else. I didn't feel as though i thought the way normal people would think.  I know that there are many other people out there who are just like me, in this regard. But as far as the general population went, I felt as if I could sense something that eluded them.  As i got older i slowly began to lift the veils of ignorance and distractions from my daily life, and began to break all the hardwired connections from the establishment to my brain. I began to see things.  Truths that unnerved me.  I've always been a skeptic, perhaps even cynical in nature. So my first response to any new information is usually to question its validity.  So as i began to hear these things.  To see these things... to be educated about these things. these issues.  I began to transform the way i had perceived the world, and humanity.  I no longer thought that it was unthinkable for the government to allow poison to be put in our food. and fluoride to be put in our water.   I no longer doubted the intent or reason why.  I simply knew that I had to protect myself, and the people I love.  The truth is an amazingly beautiful and precious act.  It has no bias and it does not confuse.  Its hard to find often amongst the background of irrelevant nonsense and propaganda.  But its there.  And we as people need to seek it out. To enhance our lives.  So Ive been seeking. And Ive been skeptical every step of the way.   I searched for information to back up these claims.  I used logic and common sense to see that everything we were told about 9/11 was a lie.  The information is out there.  These info warriors on the Internet have just brought it to light.  Have fished it out of the ocean of garbage and celebrity gossip. And i realized, that i should continue to be skeptical, but it became clear to me that the only agenda that all these people have is the truth. the only special interest that is apparent is the education of the masses.  And if you are like me. and you consider yourself to be smart well rounded and sensible , than you know that the truth will set you free.  Because we are living as slaves and serfs and indentured servants to these corporate interests. to these banking cartels.. to money... to debt... to the next fancy new product...   And we are being fed lies and poison like it was milk and honey.  Its time for you to educate yourself , if you haven't already.  And if you have, continue to do so. I know i will.  I will keep fighting and doing whatever i can to make even the tiniest difference, and you need to as well.  I don't know about you, But I'm not okay with perpetual debt.  with a mortgage and credit card bills.  I'm not okay with interest rates that has the sole intention of raping and robbing me blind.  I am not okay with a system like the federal reserve.  A privately owned machine of enslavement.  I am not okay with fractional reserve banking.  With inflation, and money backed by nothing.  I am not okay with people who we do not elect , having the power to control our lives.  To set policy. To pay off politicians.  When did this ever become acceptable?  It hasn't. it is not.  The problem is that people simply do not know.  They do not know that the very system of money that is meant to facilitate our lives has now controlled it.  They don't know that it was designed this way.  We need a mass awakening.  We need education.  If you out there , seek the truth, know the truth... love the truth... value the truth.  Then you will educate people. Educate people on the federal reserve.  Educate people on the system of monetary slavery that effects us all.  Educate people to the lies of 9/11 and to the fluoride in the drinking water.  Aspartame in diet soda and low calories foods.... Bisphenol A leaching into water in the plastic that we all use.  Educate people to the so called conspiracy theories.  The REAL inconvenient truths out there. The Real inconvenient truth out there is that we need to fight for our freedoms again as our forefathers did.  Educate people  and never stop searching for the truth.

A Perfect World Gone Completely Mad

This world is completley mad, all the blueprints and groundwork for a catastrophic and cataclysmic event to completey eviscerate mankind from the acne ridden face of young earth are being studied, and perfected.

Cloning of humans, massive amounts of explosive being bought sold and manufactured by the military industrial complex. Raining death... so much death

but is this death no more significant than a death in a hollywood movie.??.. 

because why? we merely see it on tv.  So is that reality?

Are we afraid of our sad reality? Our government is killing innocent people all around the world? spilling their blood, and then we assume to make other terrorist organizations out to be cruel beasts....meanwhile theyre merely but a bunch of really talented actors in a terrorist movie, that pull out a really kicker of a scam, and kill some people in the process. Our leaders bathe in the blood of young children.  As do their enemies.

Why? Coz this is a way of life.

THIS IS REALITY , mate.

And we're all living in it. 

Its a bad fucking reality tv show called EARTH , The Final Season , with executive producer Lucifer Satan

I tend not to believe in that magic stuff written about in the bible most of the time, but often i find myself believing in the mystical forces of good and evil...

some things are just inherently evil... and downright ruthless and terrible

Other entities or objects possess only a purely immaculate soul or purpose. With infinite wisdom, compassion and selflessness.  These entities usually tend to be female.  

Us disgusting burping farting who'ha'ing males are destined to get drunk , burn down the world, and proverbially piss all over the mother fucking ashes. All while smoking a fat stogie. Cursing, spitting, killing without regard for life.  Raping and pillaging and plundering and wondering.... where the fuck did it all go wrong?

Im Sorry , Im just a little freaked out by the situation im currently in right now.  Oddly enough, it has nothing to do with what i just rambled on about either.  

Im facing lots of unwanted and unwarranted stress from the court, and all their bullshit violations of my constitutional rights.  But we wont get into that... Not now atleast... Talk to me tomorrow, after i pass my drug test. (prays to god)

To invent the supernatural through the paperwork of poetry and progressive creative writing is my dream.  To envoke the timeless, and the motionless, through thick panes of hardened glass, otherwise known as your eyes.  To mean something , to you.  You are my greatest fantasy.