Traveling the Backward Path

The vines brought forth the fruit of man, and the men fought over them— spilling blood, forsaking the promise of the Father. In doing so, they knowingly put their brothers in perilous danger, and they deceived their children and damned themselves. For something unclean cannot sit at the table. In time, their children will grow to be men— and these men will serve no other god but themselves. The Lord God showed me that I was such a man, from such a place. And I knew I could not leave the vineyard, because I owed it a debt. I said to The Lord God: “I do not know you, but I have heard of your Son— who was a man like I am, but made perfect and pure. I have heard that you gave him to this world so that we might be saved because you made Him perfect, and he cannot serve the wickedness of man’s will. You only needed to do this once, because he has ascended to Heaven— and he will bring us with him to you so that we might leave this field. Without him, there is no hope.”   The Lord God hear...

1  101 010 2 We are campfire dogs, you know... from 20,000 years ago. We want safety, food, warmth, love. We want a job and a purpose. We're not so different than those early wolves,  don't you think? 3 We hide in the half-darkness  and move in a time-spell  toward the safety and warmth of fire iħ ∂Ψ/∂t = ĤΨ But frequencies transmit in non-linear waves = We are  chosen  companions. 4 What do we offer? What did the wolf offer? Protection and alerting to danger. Join in the hunt as an endeavor. Belly rubs and companionship? This is [the wolf is the lamb] who transmits ever through space, a sincere loving-kindness and a desire for peace. 5 There, near the flame, the friendliest wolves shall dwell with the spirit.   The Ancient Fire-Dogs The Mongolian monkey wore a mongrel monogram; he was a monk from Mongolia who monitored a mongoose. The inflammable are inflamed by an infinitesimal’s infinitive-infinity, that infiltration of infighting. The bout of the b...

A liturgy for the glitch-born Transmission D.07 | Sector: McMartin | Status: Split In the ’80s, Gen X kids walked the maze at the mall, feeling hollow and neon.                                           We knew about  crack is wack, So we smelled Mrs Fields' sweet cookie — And took a gradual descent down the escalator to those  underground tunnels . We were kids— and yes, we played  Naked Movie Star  back then. They taught it to us. We didn’t have breadcrumbs like  Hansel and Gretel . The  “Me Generation”  left nothing  for us. Under a shadow of  nuclear annihilation , the B oomers  gobbled up it all:                                         The  plants of the land . The  fruit of th...