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Dia de Los Muertos (a poem by Jack)

I was born to die…

I skate… Backwards.. Moon walking across auxiliary planets’ surfaces..

Born dead.. And if I continue to die before I wake.. My soul shall remained condemned.. A slave to both time and space…

I have neither the time nor space to reconcile this dissonance…

I pump my brain til it starts to feel good… Numb my thoughts until I can’t feel my thinking…

Thoughts without feelings…. A sweet poisonous nectar…

Action without thought…. An addiction… An affliction…

I’m a robotic Hemingway…

A slumber,I reside…

Not quite awake.. Not unresponsively dead… Still congregating with the zombies… Whispering into the shadows…

You know the walking dead…

Wiping crust out my eye….

Skulls and bones animate– dancing in rthymic patterns under the Suns gaze… They worship the Sun and it only seeks to burn… They burn there decrepit flesh.. Yet they remain loyal…

I’m growing bored with competing with necro lovers….

Survival of the deadest…

Necrophilia–because our souls have made union with minds that refuse to think, and bodies that insist on dying…

Everyday I wake up dying…

And every night I seek resurrection…

Til death do us part…

Until eternity brings us back together again…

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How long will we allow Religion to Rape our Spirituality…

The exploitation of spirituality by religions across the world…

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Spirituality and religion are two realms that can be mutually exclusive but happen to coincide more often than necessary.   If I dare use this comparison: I view Spirituality as the victim of a psychologically abusive abductor in the form of Religion.  This may be quite a sensitive subject because, as Stockholm syndrome would dictate, we have fallen in love with our capturer.  We are under the illusion, a comfortable subjective truth, that Religion is dogma—that religion is absolute truth, that religion is our savior.  Since our capturer has provided all of our spiritual pfood, shelter, comfort, and fulfillment—it must certainly be the complete gamma of what spirituality has to offer.  We have identified with our capturer so much so that some of us have laid down our lives in the name of our religion.  Some of us have murdered in the name of our religion.  Some of us have stolen innocence and destroyed entire cultures in the name of our religion.  Some have sacrificed our first born in the name of our religion. So, what is this phenomenon known as religion and why is it distinguishable from spirituality?

Is there more to a spirit than what the constraints of language, imagery, expectation, and imagination can conceive?

I consider Religion a parasite.  A contrived parasite that has latched on to something very real that is spirituality– a living breathing entity that is constantly evolving.  As per my philosophy we (at least a fair portion of us) are light or spirit beings having a human experience.  However one may choose to articulate the matter: whether we be vibrational beings, energy beings, or light beings to me it is all leading to the same source.  One’s spirituality can not be denied or hidden.  Most have an innate sense that we’re here for a “greater purpose”.  Most have an unquenchable thirst to know “why” they are “here”.  The seed has been sown in all of us.  Now this journey to the source isn’t necessary easy or necessarily our purpose.  But religion has provided a gross over-simplification of a complex issue.

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Religion has taken the concept of spirituality and held it hostage.  What is meant to be a means of freedom, a means of open communication of information, a medium of exchange, a medium of healing, a medium of empowerment has been replaced.  It has been replaced with strict dogmas that reduce everything to the black and white.  It has been replaced with spiritual atrophy. Man is convinced to disempower themselves and allow for their savior or external source to dictate the fates of their lives.

Many of the underdeveloped gifts that spirituality has bestowed upon us bleed through the oppression of religion.  There are revelatory gifts that some encompass in which religion cannot quiet.   There are untapped resources of physical self-healing that exist despite being taught otherwise. They call it the placebo effect—but it’s nothing more than the nescient or nascent ability of the mind to heal using our spiritual strengths.  Some of us have the ability to manifest our own futures by “speaking things into existence” and others have the ability of foresight (to know what is to come of us).  Ever been thinking of something and the person next to you seemingly reads your mind—and verbalizes what you were thinking?  Perhaps this was preverbal spiritual truth—how we as beings communicated before our de-evolution into our current state.

I do not know all of the gifts that our spirits have to offer but I am aware enough to know that they exist and have courage enough not to deny their presence.  But this is not an exposition of man’s gifts.  This is an exposition of how the regulation of these gifts has been used to victimize us.  How these gifts have been stifled and replaced with a rudimentary quality of life and existence. Some of the most powerful beings on this planet have the slightest idea of their potential.  Brilliant minds and brilliant souls are falling to the wayside. –And in the name of what?

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Now I don’t want to completely condemn religion because it does have its place.  It can be the building block of something special.  It teaches discipline and can provide a launching off point of where spirituality can take us.  We all have various levels of intelligence and discernment and maybe religion can be something great for a portion of society.  But to deem it the end all be all is tragic– fatal. And it keeps the gifted among us from being valued, from elevating our species, and helping to repair our collective consciousness.

How do we break the chains of our oppressor?  How do we leave our oppressor if we love our oppressor?  Is being in captivity so bad if I’m being taken care of?

When one manipulates the possibilities of the inevitable it impedes growth.  When you start people off and dictate the end result of their life before they are even born there is no room for growth. Their whole life is oriented towards achieving one destination or avoiding the other.  Spirits are meant to grow, expand, engage, create, and so forth.  None of this is possible when the possibilities don’t exist in the mind…If the possibilities can’t even be fathomed.. The existence can’t even begin to be manifested…

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Stars Bursting into a Sea of Immorality ( A poem by Jack)

Sun drenched…

And sun dried…

Wave after wave crashing against my spine..

An entire ocean of retribution..
From past sins coming home to roost after years of neglect..

Wave after wave crashing…

As I sit there piecing it all together… Not understanding the tide of the devil’s hand.. But maneuvering and evading through the prickling of His fingers..
Death is of little threat… But the coercion of my being.. My motivation is within the gallows..

Wave after Wave bears down on my back…

Lash after lash thickens my hide…
Sin after sin diminishes my soul…
But breath after breath restores my spirit…
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Step after step invites perseverance…
The suns rays command me rise up!
And face the ocean… Look my demons in the eye.. And part the sea if need Be…

Or elevate above the chaos.. Shed the malaise and saunter across the surface of the voracious waters…

As the waters move along forever…. The sea seems infinite…And so does I and the journey I must become…

Perpetual evolution of the infinite being within finite structures…

Structures that crumble and fade.. With the caprice of the wind…
The breath of life restoring me anew…

Stars Bursting…

Twinkling…

Rise Phoenix Rise…

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Before Infinity and Beyond (A poem by Jack)

If I look back I see infinity… A lil further back I recognize pyramids…in aww at the wonders they’ve allowed me to explore… I look a lil further back and dragons.. I see myself encased in androgyny…

I gather a whiff… Engrossed is the spilled blood of my ancestors…

But the flame from the beast’s nostrils… Awakens me and draws us back to the present…

The flesh of my flesh witnesses it all… Has witnessed it all… And will continue to witness it all…From amulets… To chains… To marches.. To boycotts… To content.. To regression.. To invisible chains around the neck of a beast restrained…

Devoid of all distinguishable features…made less daunting… Stripped of noble stature…

Transformation of a lion to a common alley cat…

Yet the future is beyond the horizon… Not as close as some would like… But not as far as others should fear… A future that underlines the beginning… For all things lead back into themselves… Such is the nature of the Infinite…