
The Truth @ MindSay 
And I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me...
Another day, another coffee shop that I have found myself in though this is somewhat new though not new enough for it to really matter. I sit and type about the world that is around me and the onlookers watch wondering about what I am typing about though I am not using my PDA as I had done in the past for today I am using my Palmtop PC so the regulars that have come to know me, know that this is a new and very different device that I am banging away at...
If they only knew...
If they only knew that I am watching them as they watch me whilst I type. If the only knew that I am typing about them. If they only knew the thoughts that are contained within my head...
But they do not though they could visit my Blog and read all the thoughts that come to the surface long enough and at the correct moment for me to type them. They could know that it is I that is the observer of all the surrounds me, which includes them at this time. I can sit here and marvel at all those who have a need to consume a bit of coffee in a variety of strange and unusual forms. I can marvel at those who are seated far from and yet I can hear their entire conversation that they are having with someone unseen on the other end of the cell phone connection. I can watch the traffic as it goes to wherever it is going, never stopping long enough to smell the coffee. And I am only interrupted by the very brave who are curious enough to know what I am doing. "What's that? Is it a PDA?"
"Nope, it's an old Palmtop PC..."
“Whatcha doin'?"
"I'm writing my next Blog entry about sitting in a coffeehouse..."
"Cool."
And on and on the merry chat goes and where it stops, I'll never know. It is interesting writing here when there are many people and some have a need to interact with other humans. I personally do not have a need to speak to others that surround me though if they wish to talk, I will talk with them for as long as they wish. Or I can just sit here and type about my surroundings, watching those who watch me, and I will be content...
I can sit and watch and wait for a sign. Or I can sit and watch and wait for the end of the world. It makes no difference to me what I am waiting for. Here I am and here I'll wait for something to happen. What that something is I do not know though I hope it's a surprise...
And I sit and I see before truth, actually "Truth" in five different fonts, three different colors, and four different sizes. I wonder if there is some significance to this arrangement of letters with the "u" being grey and the second "t" being blue and the largest amongst the letters. The "r" and "h" are both black, the same font and the same weight. The capital "T" is also black, but it a bold font somewhat larger the "r" and "h" and yet smaller than the "u'...
What is my mind to make of this hodge-podge of letters that spell the "Truth"? Is there truth in chaos? Does the path of truth mangle one's soul so that it is not pretty though it is still recognizable as what it is? There are so many mysteries in this existence for which I can never hope finding the truth. The more I search, the more it is thrown at me from every angle and in varying degrees and hues. (An aside: mmmmm, they have pumpkin cheesecake) How will I know when I find the truth if I will be able to recognize it for what it is? Will it appear to me as a great mystery or will it be plain as the words that I see before me? And what if I never find it or if I find it, but not see it? Will the truth be all that difficult that I will not be able to know that it is the answer to all my dilemmas?
Wave after wave of people pass me as I sit here and watch maybe one of more will stop by to grasp for the revelations that talking with me will provide them; maybe talking to me will allow them to find their truth in some things. Though it is possible that I will remain just another roadside attraction on this journey known as life. I really should charge admission to those who wish to venture into my little corner of the world - a quarter to watch, fifty cents to interact with the circus freak...
And now my time here is coming to a close and I shall venture off to somewhere else along this road and I shall discover the truth in strange and out of the way locations off the beaten path. And the truth may surprise me or it may just slowly appear before me much like a bank a fog rolling of a vast sea that I gaze upon, mesmerized at this is all that is before me. My tale for this day has come to close and I shall bid this coffeehouse a fond farewell for there is much to do and see on this path that I must follow...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
And your friend has turned away
You can get away to heaven
On this aeroplane
Just bow your head and pray...
The JWs stopped by my humble abode over the weekend to invite me to one of their events, which got me to thinkin' about religion, and thinkin' 'bout stuff is what I excel at...
I do enjoy religions and those who follow their own personal calling. But I do not like to discuss my personal belief system with others. I am far more joyful just letting others talk of their faith and their ideas of what religion is to them and the impact it has on their existence. I greatly dislike preaching to others for it is not my job to judge others on the hows and whys they should be believing in the way I do. Ain't my job...
One can learn a great deal about another when the other explains what they believe to be the Truth, and how they practice their vision of the Truth. As it has been said many times, there is a reason why one has two ears and only one mouth...
Back in the day, oh so many moons ago when I was a youth counselor, I found it extremely difficult to follow the guidelines that I had to work under and reach the church's view of what the Truth was, But I did enjoy listening to how others viewed the Truth...
Most forms of religious expression are acceptable in my eyes barring illegal activity and human sacrifice. Each and every member of the human race needs to believe in something, it's good for the soul...
And thusly I shall end my little Sermon on the Web...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
BUSH TAKES A BEATING
ONE HE DESERVES
Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez in Argentina on Friday, speaking before a mass rally of tens of thousands of people -- an excerpt of that address...
Photo from the eur.news1.yimg.com
Ok, I am going to break one of my own rules and regurgitate yesterdays news here. This, I believe is worth repeating for those who missed it.
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On the other side of the river, that is where that little gentleman of the North must be. Let's give him a big boo! Gringo, go home!
I am convinced that our friends in Brasilia and in Montevideo are not going to feel offended, because we would not want to hurt any of our brethren from Uruguay or Brazil. We recognize their sovereignty. We recognize that those governments have the sovereign right to invite the little gentleman of the North, if they so choose.
But Kirchner and I don't need to plan anything to sabotage this visit, because we are witnessing the true political cadaver. The President of the United States is a political cadaver. He doesn't even smell of sulfur anymore. He doesn't even smell of sulfur or brimstone, if you will. No longer. What you smell from him now is the stench of political death. And not long from now, he will turn to dust and disappear. So we don't need to put forth any effort to sabotage the visit of the President of the United States to some countries, sisters countries of Central and South America, of course. We don't need to do that. It's a simple coincidence, the visit of Nestor to Venezuela and our visit here to Buenos Aires.
Well, we nevertheless need to thank that little gentleman that's visiting us, because if he were not here in South America, perhaps this event would not be so well-attended. We have organized this event to say no to the presence of the chief of the empire here in the heroic lands of South America.
The imperial little gentleman that's visiting Latin America today said about seventy-two or forty-eight hours ago in one of his speeches, when he was announcing that he was leaving for Latin America, he compared Simon Bolivar to George Washington. In fact, he even said the ridiculous thing -- and I can't say it's hypocrisy, because it is simply ridiculous, the most ridiculous thing he could say. He said, today we are all children of Washington and Bolivar. That is, he thinks that he is a son of Bolivar. What he is is a son of a -- but I can't say that word here.
So he has said -- he has said -- and you should listen to what he said here -- he said that now is the time to finish the revolution that Washington and Bolivar commenced . How's that for heresy? That is heresy and ignorance, because we have to remember -- and I say this with all due respect to George Washington, who is historically one of the founding fathers of that country -- but we must also remember the differences and how different George Washington and Simon Bolivar were, are and will always be.
George Washington won a war to gain the independence of the North American economic elite from the English empire, and when Washington died, or, rather, after his independence and after having been the president of the United States, after ordering the massacre of the indigenous peoples of North America, after defending slavery, he ended up being a very rich owner of slaves and of a plantation. He was a great landowner. That was George Washington.
Simon Bolivar, however, was born with a silver spoon, and at eight years old his parents died and he inherited a large fortune, together with his brothers, and he inherited haciendas and slaves. Simon Bolivar, when history led him -- and as Karl Marx said, men can make history, but only as far as history allows us to do so -- when history took Bolivar and made him the leader of the independence process in Venezuela, he made that process revolutionary. Simon Bolivar turned over all of his land. He freed all of his slaves, and he turned them into soldiers, and he brought them here. He brought them to Peru and Carabobo, and he worked together with the troops of San Martin to liberate this continent. That is Simon Bolivar.
And Simon Bolivar, having been born with that silver spoon in his mouth, when he died on the Caribbean coast of Colombia, when he died on December 17 in 1830, he was dressed with a shirt of someone else, because he had no clothes. Simon Bolivar is the leader of the revolution of this land. He is the leader of the social revolution, the people's revolution, the historical revolu
tion. George Washington has nothing -- nothing -- to do with this history.
It was in 1823 that James Monroe said, "America for the Americans." And when I say this tonight, I say it because I want to remind you, my brothers of Argentina, of Venezuela and of America, that the presence of the President of the United States in South America represents all of that. He represents that Monroe Doctrine of America for the Americans. Well, we will have to tell him: North America for the North Americans and South America for the South Americans. This is our America.
The President of the United States, that political cadaver -- and when I say political cadaver, he would like to see me as a real cadaver -- I want him to be a political cadaver, and he already is a political cadaver. The President of the United States has the lowest level of credibility and acceptance from his own people. He is the current president of the United States.
It would appear that he doesn't even dare mention my name, because he was asked in Brasilia today in a press conference -- I saw it, I watched it at the hotel -- and the journalist asked him, “It is said that you are here to stop Chavez's movement in South America.” And it looked like he almost had a heart attack when he heard "Chavez," because he actually stuttered a couple of times, and he actually changed the subject. He didn't answer the question. He didn't answer the question at all. So he doesn't even dare.
And I definitely dare to say his name. The President of the United States of North America, George W. Bush, the little gentleman of the North, the political cadaver that is visiting South America, that little gentleman is the president of all the history of the United States, and in the history of the United States, he has the lowest level of approval in his own country. And if we add that to the level of approval that he has in the world, I would think he's in the red now -- negative numbers.
Pablo
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This is my curse (the wanting)
This is my curse (time)
This is my curse (the needing)
This is my curse...
One thing I have noticed about myself over these many long years is the fact that when I write - placing the thoughts that are contained within my cranium down - I have a tendency to the negatives from sentences. The word "not" is one of the most overlooked words...
And I have wondered about why that is for a very long time, and I believe I have finally arrived at the root cause of the problem. The answer to this problem is quite simple as the wise man who lives atop the mountain in my mind told me, the fact is I am not a negative person, and I generally do not look for all that is bad in the world for I know that when the world seems its darkest the easier it is to find even the tiniest, dimmest ray of hope - the little ray that will lead us out of despair...
I know with all my heart and soul and with every fiber of my existence that the ray is there, somewhere and we only need to give our eyes enough time to adjust to the darkness and we shall see. We shall find our little beam of light and the way shall be revealed...
This I believe to be the Truth...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
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