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Is Satan evil?
People say that Satan is an evil creation, because he was gone from the army of God.
Yes, it’s true, but he is not an evil being.
He just lives and works differently.
Yeah, he doesn’t want to go to heaven.
Yes, this is the truth, he needs existence.
Satan not running to heaven, because of the world
The entire universe is a barren wasteland, still, nothing else
The galaxy is an emptiness, there is no life, nothing, bleakness.
Satan watches the empty lands, there is no life, seeds fly.
Where was life millions of years ago? There is no creation
Our universe is empty, all the planet is a virgin land of paradise.
Yeah, there needs to be life. Where can I go? Into heaven? Or to a new planet?
I am following the ghost, the great demon, and we will create a new world.
Somewhere else in the universe
There will be lives for us.
Demons
NonViolent Communication practice
is rooted in non-violent
healthy relationship empowerment philosophy
Unaffiliated with
pathological disempowerment theology
of personal SuperGod's punishing injustice,
blame,
shame,
birth into guilty
sinful
despiritualized
dissociative EarthNature.
CoPassionate co- and eco-relational metaphysics
depicts a speakable universe
for sharing loving resilient communications
resonantly positive
meaningful
vocational
natural/spiritual epistemology,
theory of deductive/inductive knowability
Through experiential pedagogy
of deep learning-listening experience
within either or both theological and ecological settings
hoping for divine and/or humane vocational cooperative communications
With interdependently positive social-economic-political
health/wealth co-relations
through integral
holistic original Earth GeoMetric
NonZero SourceZone
of Yang enlightening revolutions
transubstantiating deep dark Yintegral powers
of non-violently resilient
reverse temporal interrelationship.
NonViolent nondualistic philo/theo-sophy
is rooted in deep learned compassion
multiculturally and polyculturally cooperative
socio-economic co-investing transactions,
co-operating practice
of non-violently ego/eco
inside/outside
self/other-passioning communication
In a verbal left-hemisphere dominant
humane/divine
ego/eco-logical
individualistic/communicantistic universe
Of nonverbal right-hemisphere unitarian
eco/theologically integral
therapeutically impassioned EarthJustice
speaking cooperatively out and in
secular/sacred vocations
synergetic avocations
empowering evocations
enlightening invocations
passionately communing EarthPeace.
Fantasy
Mysterious world, but I don't know where it comes from. From far, so far
Sometimes, they just call and greet us, this soul, the fantasy. Non time
There is no time, it is a different world. It is not our life. The fantasy lives with me
Live us, a new ruler of the soaring imagination, through the clouds of distant worlds
Very good to meet these worlds. A touching friendship from the past and the future
Why? Because the fantasy is like a melancholic, lonely life. Fantasy is our kind
Fantasy comes from an unknown existence, colourful shadows of the mind. Of World
Sometimes clear. Yes. The shadows are only the protection of the illusion world, hiding
Unknown space feeds the human mind with fantasy. Will this be a covered desire?
In my life? Oh, no. No. Never. My desire arrived from my life. Or not? Question find
Fantasy, fantasy. The will to life. Fantasy, fantasy. Crown of lost and destroyed lives
Fantasy, fantasy. The creator of new worlds and emotions gives new visions, lives
Fantasy, independence
Fantasy, gate of new life
Fantasy, free creativity
Fantasy, unlimited possibilities
Fantasy, always new hope and creation
Fantasy owns a world for individuals
Fantasy, the subjective world of life
Fantasy, created by the origin of irregularity
Fantasy, the creation of the origin of fantasy
Fantasy, friend of metaphysics
Fantasy? Fantasy of the Fantasy
Fantasy
Unknown
Invisible
Colorful
Glittering
Incredible
Dark
Grey
Misty
Mysterious
Undiscovered
Undiscoverable
Real and
Existing
Life
It was a whiteout in bitter cold.
You think you fell, though you don’t really recall.
Rescued unconscious, airlifted to the ER,
there by any measure of life and death,
you died.
The doctors invoked their sorcery, their necromance technology.
Performing CPR, they bypassed your heart and lungs.
They connected your lifeless form to a machine
that mimicked life functions your body could not perform.
The shamanism paid off.
You returned to the realm of the living
after being dead for forty-five minutes
you were responsive again!
Forty-five minutes.
What wisdom can
you impart about afterlife?
Forty-five minutes.
Did you sense your soul departing?
Forty-five minutes.
Did you see a path to the stars
or a bright perfect glow awaiting?
Forty-five minutes.
What is living and dying?
Is there a line?
Animation and stillness?
Growth and decay?
Forty-five minutes.
Are they just parts of a continuum?
Are they intertwined like yin and yang?
Forty-five minutes.
Can you describe the face of God
or the ecstatic rapture of eternity?
Forty-five minutes dead.
Evening
(Tense late calm)
Late vigilance, evening colors, everything quiet, dead, rigid,
Many of my memories disappeared, the day took them far away, they disappeared into grayness,
Now I'm standing here, looking at the landscape, Master is watching, he perceives my desire, my soul,
… I ponder, I stare at the seemingly dying distance…
He sees that I'm brooding and says, that's good, you're waking up now,
Let's go, you and I, and discover this being, the light in the darkness,
Come, hurry, a few hours and the morning will come, and by then everything may seem
... And the mystery, the metaphysical life, which is undying... will be undiscovered.
Light in the darkness? I wonder how, and how this is possible?
Perhaps rather the infinite nothingness in the darkness.
That's right, the answer came to my mind. Life is still bright,
… if it spreads in the endless and empty dark depths…
At the breakdown of ages man disappears and reappears
In the form of an easy-to-use scheme
Over the last half-century, man has been replaced
By technocratic ideas of what a man is
But the real man can no longer fit into these forms,
which have shrunk like old clothes.
At the breakdown of ages, man is left to himself.
Politicians and their servants are becoming more paranoid,
Which isn’t surprising at all, and the common
Become even more apolitical than before.
At the breaking of the ages, there is a time of no time.
Reality postulates wars, destruction
and the breaking of ties for nothing,
But simply by virtue of political games,
Their uncontrollable inertia of enmity.
Enmity has no calculated cost, and no rational reason,
Proposed justifications only multiply sorrowful nonsense.
Politicians want admiration, no matter the context,
Common people want to be left alone
At least in the negative sense of peace
Criticise us all you want, just leave us alone
If we're so unteachable, then don't teach us,
Go teach your children instead, save your time
Don't adopt or foster us, for God's sake.
Take all your money, grab us with taxes, spend it as you like,
Run secret emissions if you don't have enough money.
Declare yourself champions of the universe
In all your favourite genres, fests, competitions.
Award yourselves whatever prizes you like,
Just don't impose for the zillionth time
Your legalised insanity to us plebs,
We're not your doctors or patients.
Complain to God, MP, GP, journalist, priest
About our impenetrable stupidity, just get off our backs.
Lock yourselves in some suitable metaphysics,
Tell in the school textbooks about you, the greats
About your heroic struggle for our freedom
In choosing a bank and an insurance company.
All power ends with aging and loss of meaning.
The survivors of your era
Will go by about their business looking at their phones
Past your pigeon pooped statues
And for the younger generation
You will be just a line they’ll be forced to remember
At the history exam, settled as if on purpose
For momentary forgetting right after passing.
The Line of Inquiry
Of the fact we are alive, we are sure
All else scriptures say, may or may not be
So presence vibrant, heart pure and demure
As formless awareness we become free
Keeping God-search simple
I sit by a stream that sparkles in winter's coldest breath
Counting stars millions of ancient fires in black silk
My own breath falters thin as a soul lost in space
Gasping like the breathless I once watched die
Then it hits of the fact we are alive we are sure
This rise and fall of chest needs no verse to prove it
All else scriptures say may or may not be
But cold air on skin starlight in eyes this is true
Each inhale a gift each exhale a prayer
Senses bloom the stream's hymn winter's bite
All borrowed all blessing nothing is mine yet all is given
Those stars watched eons before my first heartbeat
Still I am not small God placed a mirror in me
Consciousness the lamp by which I see
So presence vibrant heart pure and demure
I bow to no fear need no walls
Metaphysics whispers I am not body not thought
I am the witness behind both the quiet I Am
As formless awareness we become free
In that space worry has no chains grief no weight
No book mapped this for me
The universe itself is the verse
My quintessence to live to know to thank
If God invited one He invited all
Humanity read your own existence
You are the message the meaning the proof
Scholars who took part in the last conference
On logical judgments and system of reference,
Following the instrumental rationality, consumerism,
Cultural industry under economical anew fetishism,
Rested hanged on the sky of their great expectations.
But, all their sophisticated speech hid big temptations:
Some discovered America in loveliness and loneliness,
In a touching balance between skepticism and happiness;
Peoples from the postmodernism`s cage of our season,
Even monks of cold religion between borders of reason,
Who climbed the heights to bet on their life, men can't
Follow transcendence, by reading duty as love in Kant;
The only song has been burned in those joyful hearts
Of light, when with broken wings, they won grey clouds;
On Anakena, the "leap month" of ancient hot summers,
They counted in large numbers of wonders, of dreamers.
Politicians dreamt the United Europe…under the Asian flags;
And wind of revolutions brought new dreams at their legs;
Kant type of education was singing self`s song as best attempt;
But as valiant love loves duelist from conquest's not exempt,
The verse has long claws and good determination to stay:
It is desperately hung just at the other side of the grey.
Like addressing to Moai –the statue with long ears
I`m not sure, that from this little distance, he hairs.
The winning contestant of the Tangata-manu egg hunt
Well, first he's in the background, then, he's in the front,
To check if on the world`s egg is written: “Hope”
Or if suddenly, it will roll down from the slope.
If “Eye for eye and tooth for tooth”, the love is knife
That cuts the residual truth and experience of life.
Try to save wild ontology with means at hand:
Is the transcendental way a no man's land?
Bring knowledge and the exchange relation of truth
To shake the wicked bitter sides in wondering youth,
But timelessness of truth, is always wandering youth,
In metaphysics as 'battle-ground' if words had not been sooth
Read Pure Reason as a 'court of law' for good tomorrow
Else, each verse in my stanza is but “Guilt and Sorrow”.
If you don`t read the pair verse from William Wordsworth
For:”Clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth…”
VOIDITY
Who told the sun where to position
and the moon at night to light up the ocean?
Who told the seas to set boundaries
between land, regions and continents?
Ask yourself if anything existed before creation.
This truth isn't just a story neither is it a fiction.
Void: the philosophical concept of nothingness manifested.
Spheroid of space & emptiness isn't man-invested.
The notion of voidity is relevant to several realms of metaphysics,
in voids, theories state there are no or few galaxies.
Voidness is the man born blind, without eyes
but a mixture of clay filled the void with eyes.
Impossibility is the iota missing in the void.
Voidness through heaven's finesse turns solid,
the mystery is like a child faith is able to groom.
How's there a baby in her belly if there is no womb?
To know the answer, you have to first find out
and decipher the power domicile in our mouth.
Where is heaven hanging when there are no pillars?
Faith is the substance taken because the pill last
as long as there's continuous filling till eternity.
You always believe in voidity of the gravity,
how the aircraft is suspended in the air
and the aerofoil (wings) enjoys airspace funfair
without it feets touching earth, seems exemplary.
Electromagnetism propounds a scientific theory:
which says "Without hands to draw each other,
two magnetic poles attract & come together".
You believe in the law of magnetic force
but discredit heaven's mystery for us
and debunk the fact that Earth in the Genesis
was without form and reveals voidness.
But The Spirit hover on the face of the deep,
this was while the earth and nature fell asleep.
Who would imagine words can initiate
continuous chain of creations while nature depreciates?
None of us did until now, so we continue to create.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme/Metaphysical
Copyright©April 2023.
A health optimizing life
also with cooperative eco-political
absence of unnecessary win/lose
capitalistic
egotistic strife,
seeks and finds an active conversation
between universal physics
and unitarian metaphysics,
Between living organic space
as regeneratively abstract
distracted
timeless win/win GameTime
for living happily
health wealthily
EverAfter.
Between YangLeftBrain natural embodied
memory
and YinRightBrain spiritually disembodied
imagination,
Win/Win more lovingly powerful
than Win/Lose competitive duty
to economically perform
and politically ego-sacrifice,
eco-compromise
long-term degenerative
Lose-binomial and Lose-bilateral
Cognitive-affective
Universal-unitarian
Atomic-WaveLinear
Place-BiTemporal Revolution Spirals
Still confused by complex dissonance
over articulation,
disease over ease,
unease over co-passion
Universally embodied
cooperatively uniting disembodied
polypathic co-relations
primally co-passionate
double-binding
BiLateral NonZero-Sum
Democratically
multiculturally
ergodic SpaceTime
Defining and refining
this health optimizing life:
Cooperatively eco-political
absence of unnecessary win/lose
capitalistic
egotistic strife,
seeks and finds and cherishes
an active conversation
between universal natural physics
and unitarian spiritual metaphysics,
Between healthy ecological relationship
and wealthy theological compassion.