.
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I sense divergent consciousness...
(see...betwixt the stars you're free!)—
as speculation pushes me
beyond what science "sees."
...And not the science we'd respect,
but the "science" of the niggardly.
The science of the narrow-minded
The science of the autocrat.
The science of the scammer.
A science choosing pessimism:
the science of the damner.
The science of the psychopath.
The science sans all sense,
the science of the tyrannous—
but the science of "offense"...
.
You sneer, "I want examples"!
I provide you just two men!
(...Our "thanks" to Aristotle
for the girls not factored in...)
These couldn't be more polarized,
each stares across a gulf...
at the ethos of the other,
with but ONE concerned with self:
.
See, scientists like Edison
are a sullen, craven lot.
Scientists like Tesla
ARE shafted, ruined—stopped!
Think! Which of these provided scope
and efficacious living
and which of these had mankind's throat
for cruelties unremitting?
Which declined to poverty,
and which one was enriched;
which one championed humankind,
and which the "S. O. Bitch"?
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Tesla might have freed "folk-kind."
Thomas wanted "wage slaves."
Tesla reached beyond himself,
and Thomas was, at best, just paid?
Tesla took the higher path
and Thomas took the low road;
We'd ALL be on the high-road.
Why, we'd populate the solar system;
we'd be among the stars...
perhaps sensing other consciousness
with their conscience up from ours?
.
Oh, they'll purr "impartiality,"
those men of "sacred" science;
they wear their cloak so admirably,
convinced of its reliance.
They'll smirk and gesture 'round themselves
at the grandeur of their work,
like it's them who gives the "gold ring"
at the "ride," and you're the "jerk."
...But! These are bald reductionists
and Cartesian to the core.
Materialistic cravens in denial:
that's their score.
They're not the ones pronouncing
from experience... they'd discount.
They're epic in denial
as regards what they're about!
See, by discounting your experience
as such that "cannot be,"
they're dismissive of an evidence
for some truths that live and breathe!
.
So... they, then, look away
from what's seen with sober eyes!
They ridicule the stuff there flying
high in night-cloaked skies!
Ignoring what they want to
(too addicted to their dollars),
their knots are cinched up high and fast;
they've leashes on their collars!
.
"Somewhere there is other life,
as smart or smarter." (...yeah!)
They all admit this frequently
in a yarn they've spun so well.
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"...But 'they're' not here," is their advice,
"they just can't make the trip"!
...And why? " ...'cause WE can't do it"!
What foul hubris, then, is THIS?
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I think there's more than they'd let on.
I think their thoughts... "impounded."
I'd think that they're not living UP...
...to what they have propounded!
I think they're NOT impartial.
I think they're falsely proud.
I think they have forgotten
what the ancients proved out LOUD!
.
Pyramids and monuments
aligned with unseen stars
—the knowledge of one's solar system—
what planets were and are!
That there was "one grand asteroid belt"
and other planets where:
the colors were acknowledged
blue and green, but twins, so paired.*
.
These are "water giants,"
and like "the belt" ...beyond our sight;
so how the hell'd they "know" what...
they somehow "knew" to write?
.
I think our science sells us short
(... facilitates bruised knees!).
I think they think they're centered,
but their thinking begs disease?
I think they lead us down the SLOPE
of errant primrose paths.
I think they wound egregiously—
a disservice at the last.
See, they dismiss what they won't look at.
They deny and look away!
They presuppose their answers.
They'll facilitate foul play:
They'll "book burn," gerrymander,
use a logic they'd decry,
and sheriff errant status quos
to pontificate their lie!
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I'm a conscious mote of conscience
and I want to know the truth...
good or bad it's likely preferable
to our *scientist's* abuse.
See, Plato knew the difference;
he included what's not "measurable."
Aristotle flogs his hubris
to diminish what's "unmeasurable."
We should reexamine Plato
for imagination's value,
and diminish Aristotle...
who has mislead, duped, or failed you?
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See, he discounts what's not predicted,
anomalous and not repeated;
his cant a bias, it precludes:
the novelty he'd disabuse.
The FACT that "something's" happening
is apparent in the "word."
Written and historical, it's there—
you may have heard.
Evidence, in categories,
"lives and breathes" in sevens;
it's wisdom as from "heaven"...
.
Though... this is stuff NOT learned in schools
where we are trained to be mere tools...
bereft of our identities,
and shoved to callused—bloody knees!
We would stand upon our feet,
and live what's REAL—a real feat!
We would ask the bigger questions,
but include our heart's suggestions.
Build to last for just rewards
and breed less folks, for less is MORE!
.
Very few are "hurt" ...Some churches...
those "self-loathing" and suppressing "urges"...
...they've deployed in unfair ways
to cripple spirits they've betrayed!
Bad news won't improve with age.
Crass denial never pays.
Change is coming, not all bad,
much of it will make you glad;
find all the misery that is caused
is caused by those who set proud jaws!
.
Prepare for new foundations
which are pushed up by degrees.
Prepare to leap to settled feet,
and rest your callused knees.
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Prepare to have the skies spread wide
with bracing winds of change denied...
by those who live upon the flesh
of these who're sans some clue or guess!
.
Feel its fingers touch your face,
and pull you to a higher place
(that you have earned for being born!)
you stand respected and (yes!) reborn!
"Soar and cleave," be unafraid!
Be filled with purpose, bright—ablaze!
You're the center of it all!
You have a will! You've heard the call!
You're important! You understand!
Your culture's nothing but a plan...
to keep you down and worthless, beaten—
useful as their neutered cretin! Take a breath and feel virtue.
Let new winds of change alert you!
Know that you are not alone
to bear what changes change atones...
.
You are the "divergent consciousness"
one finds—between the stars!
And just like me you know there's MORE;
you're lucid, plus? You ARE!
lehmberg2002@gmail.com
*...Neptune and Uranus, planets ever impossible to see with the unaided eye because of the vast distances involved, are called twin water giants because they are composed largely of water, roughly the same size, and ...giants. They have distinctive hues; however, one tending to green and the other blue. Green Uranus is rolled over on its side, struck down and featureless as if dead; Blue Neptune is erect and alive, surfing frozen Blue Oceans. We knew all this once, recorded many thousands of years ago by the Sumerians; how did we know? I'm reminded, inexplicably, that human beings are only at their best when things are at their worst; we're certainly yet to master our decadence.
We locally demonstrate the just preceding disaster after natural disaster, tirelessly, over and over again, but NOT taking advantage of those times where we are at our very best... given transient conditions provide their very worst. If we reversed that to a degree... acted a little more noble in good times, we might not be tormented so tragically in the bad... we all know that's true.
...Later on, then, some *David* covets someone else's very desirable ass, the *rules* aren't flexible enough for rational sharing anymore (even of an inexhaustible resource, I might add, remembering Tesla above)—reptile brained prerogatives work out their conveniently short-sighted calculations, the general suffering is increased, and the status quo is refurbished. We must like it that way. We do, or we wouldn't tolerate billionaires on the skin of the world...
It's clear we have to struggle against something to stay sharp—to remain fit... ...but we grind against each other while the common exterior problem continues to kick our unbalanced and misdirected ass; we are diminished by our struggle instead of being strengthened by it. Is that the plan?
It doesn't have to be that way... we should be living on healthy island planetoids, pregnant with satisfaction and vitality ... endless gardens of technological *magic* somewhere out in the populated asteroid belt—by now ... but for the ubiquitous tyrannies and pernicious pogroms of the conspiring and *convenient* sociopath... or neo-conservative and psychopathic niggards (the "bothsiderists,") but we'd already alluded to Dick Cheney and David Brooks, recently. Piss on those guys, eh? Sincerely!
You know what? The more words you have at your disposal the better you can describe your own world back to yourself... ...Restore John Ford!
