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The Milton Scribe

Category: Essays

  • Syncrocity

    Escritor de la Tierra

    Quantum enthrallment continues its baffling procedure amongst our unknowing ongoing. This is in light of total dominance reconciled via certain radiant intake. If understood beyond mere simple magical happenings, these mechanisms may prove expoundable by psychological means. In contemplation of the character of one’s own individual undertaking, there is a clear patternized unresistance present. These patterns defy expected routine via altered realization upon witness / sensory intake. One may look to the idea of a double appearance of an experience within a single day, both experiences of which caught the main conscious focus to whatever degree, the latter doubly so given the recurrence of the former. Such passive acceptance of these occurrences holds power & magic with uncertainty notwithstanding. The certainty lies only within belief in the system of nerval connectivity present throughout the dimension of standing breath. We can embark upon non-breathing realms within the telepathic resonances climbed upon by peaceful intentions, though these can be fast and unnoticed reckonings, thus must be thought of to the creative extent, at the least, in order to have a semblance of capturing definition upon natural gratification. If one can indeed realize and embark upon the syncing levels naturally present within their breathing moments, of which were placed on them by both choice & chance, then the expounding can be intangible in glory. It is difficult to underscore this because it already comes so naturally that one hardly needs to realize this in order to fulfill certain potential. With that said, purposeful endeavoring to connect those loose parts you find vividly present in ambiguous manner scattered throughout not only your waking eyesight, but your inner vision, then perhaps you will awaken those moods so desired not only within yourself but also within those parts of which will be uplifted by your innate glorious reconciliation, in peace. 

  • The Divine

    Escritor de la Tierra

    The divine is that which is bright yet unseen and is a felt and somewhat believed force of nature. The bright and unseen falls through dimensional fabrics that subsequently resonate via shimmerations of such thoughtful reputabilities. The microscopic diffusion of the photonic particlization makes the subsequent experience upon any form of epidermic sensory intake (or otherwise) is nearly imperceptible except for by either natural acceptance via unconscious reckonings and/or by conscious realization through methods whether on purpose or by just happening. Whether noticed, acknowledged, felt or not, such divinities must be believed to be righteous within their infiltrations, that is to say, well intentioned, and given freely thus asking for nothing in return. To such a degree, the idea of gratitude becomes a grand source of reckoning when undertaking what exactly to do in the face of such powerful yet untouchable. Though the initial thought of gratitude comes across as cultish from a behavioral standpoint, one must then consider the scientific ramifications induced by acting out the psychological undertaking of gratification. Such molecular manifestations, as noted in previous essays, carry over resonate values that have physical impacts on the surrounding environment, subsequently people and oneself. As noted, these are inevitable resonations, and so are being cycled by our influence whether we are conscious of our penetrative conjurations or not. This is a good thing no matter what, but to be conscious of the influence brings to question the idea the impact of riding the divine waves of experience with gratitude not unlike the ways in which the snowboarders, surfers, longboarders and skaters overtake their respective surfaces with utter flow. The resultant state is an awesome display of balance on an otherwise tiny piece of wood that without the human experience of control over that which may/may not be unpredictable within one’s personal experience as affected by the surrounding environment, when done with full belief in the depths of one’s experience, ends up being a beautiful form of ecstacy that then becomes an overall shared experience between the conscious reckonings of the surrounding populous, thus physically manifesting that which had been previously deduced as divine nature. This could be thought as making heaven on earth, God’s image even. Would this mean man is experiencing the power of God? Or is man fulfilling his nature in a godlike being? It would be fullhearty to believe that man would be taking on God’s form itself, but the positive impact on one’s physical health can have an exponentially righteous effect on the external.

  • Lexicon

    Escritor de la Tierra

    An area of our everyday lexicon that really bugs me is that of the vernacular pertaining to drug users. The nicknames and stereotypical punnery are that main source of reprehension for me, and the main one has to be “crackhead”, although “junkie” does come in close second. I find the terminology lacking in all fundamental charisma that is necessary to hold down a topic of interest within a conversational circumstance, nevertheless being totally inept of dignity. There may be an argument for hilarity, although context matters with such reasoning. As well, there seems to be an essential ignorance at play within our cultural dynamics that is devoid of compassion, and is moreover degrading, when we believe the tragedy of addiction within the lives of our more vulnerable populations to be laughable.
    I think the argument over “politically correct” culture being regressive is weak when faced with the undying sensitivity and heartbreak of individual’s on the brink of collapse who are then further pulverized by verbal punches from those who find their need for a few seconds of laughter more valuable than the pain of the subject at hand. It is no surprise that such individuals commit suicide, and one would think this would give the rhetorician’s pause and contemplate other avenue’s of humor that may find them that success with their respective audiences that they so crave. Alas, no, the addiction of the positive reception over the mockery of the dismay of another addict is too satisfying once embarked upon to just so easily give up once the victim has become a corpse; they will even go on to mock the corpse, or worse, encourage others to follow suit.
    I’m not saying there is some way to suddenly make things better. The best thing to do would be to watch my own language, which I have done successfully. That is another thing bothers me about the people who still use such language; what is holding them back from evolving out of such hateful dialogue? I like to think people are dealing with their own pain and that is sort of understandable. But if everyone is dealing with pain, why can’t they recognize that in someone else before calling them a “crackhead”? Plus, the generalization and stereotypification gives off a sense of lacking in research or education. The thrill within the naughtiness of shedding light on such negative preconceived notions may be desirable, that is to say, “he says what he thinks!” or, “he says what everyone’s thinking!”. I find such logic repugnant, and the sensitivity one receives from the comics, as it were, is mind boggling if you start to ponder upon the hypocrisy of such an attitude.
    Irony notwithstanding, the contradictory position of taking offense to an overt attempt at spotlighting stigmatized speech feels godforsaken in its naivete. If it wasn’t enough that they had to point their weapons at the weak and helpless, now they gawk at the notion that someone their own size (or bigger) is fighting back on behalf of those who would otherwise never have a say in the matter. The whole thing is encapsulated in the whole “Indian” “Native” “Indigenous” battle over what we should call people who are just short of not existing entirely. Why take offense to me telling you they’re not Indians? Are you really that big of a stickler for Christopher Columbus? It all reeks of contrarianism, because what ties do these people have to such words? My best explanation is that people prefer hearing language they were raised on, and that includes the words that spilled out of daddy’s mouth in those earliest memories.
    The main takeaway here is that we are all sensitive. That does not seem likely to change, but I believe we should keep fighting for what we believe, nay, know to be true. In the short term, the wrong may win the day, heck, the wrong may even win for a few years. Eventually, though, as history has proven time and time again, progress wins in the long term. In fact, it’s logistically impossible without the stagnation and downfall of society as we know it. This notion does beg the question, for those resisting progressive change, would you rather the imminent demise of life as we know it, or can you maybe come up with a better joke?

  • Resentment Toward Yourself

    Escritor de la Tierra

    Do you have resentment towards yourself? Are you unhappy with the quality of human you came into the world as? What’s so wrong? Does your brain hurt to think about…that part…and how it makes you feel to think about how other people feel about it? And so be it, but what is it truly? Is it dissatisfaction or envy? Hm why not both? What is it then? Envy formed out of dissatisfaction? Or vice versa? Hm. And what does that mean for the likes of those around you? Must they suffer at your suffering? What a drag. Is that why they’re called drag queens? They’re all dragging us down with their ultimate showcasing of dissatisfaction with their natural born bodies in embodying that of which does not physically appear when they enter the shower? This cannot be the case, can it? Are our identities based on envy? I don’t even mean envy, I mean a certain adherence to an image that has overtaken one’s mind. I think my relationships with both women and men alike have shaped my identity, and although it may be a world of my own making, is it not those around us that assist in shaping our own inner realms? To such a degree, I most certainly may have myself had an impact on the identities of those I’ve come into close contact with. Thus it comes across as a nearly inescapable circumstance that we as living organisms undergo in our fluctuations through our vibrational undertakings via living. Would it benefit anyone to remove oneself from the whole of it? It comes across as unlikely that a mass flux will suddenly seek such isolation, so one may likely find plenty of space to develop an identity beyond the immediate surface of every day interactions. The key at that point is embarking on the meditative mind, of which will be in conjecture with the idea of enlightenment, if that is what one so desires, otherwise, perhaps at least, they will find solace in emptying the mind of memories, at least temporarily depending on the individuals connection to such memories (and the value placed towards them).

    If this all sounds too weighty, then continue on the path of identity swapping. My estimate is that it may just be an element of societal normality, thus pivotal in the process of collective evolution, thus likely evolving the individual (albeit blips of resistance as keys enter their respective holes) to such an extent that may blow any idea of resentment (and ultimately rejection) of ones natural born physical state out of the spectrum of thought entirely. that is to say our evolution may propel us forward with such masterfulness that we won’t even notice the shift in attitudes that will occur collectively, of which will be a soft, gentle, yet massive wave of acceptance that will coarse over each and every one involved in that warping being. It may in fact be reminiscent of that individual who sought escape from identity sharing, that is to say that the whole will be like the one, and so separation will be simultaneously assumed while also never existing to a most comfortable extent. In trying to understand this moving forward, perhaps take a really long time to look at yourself in the mirror and try to think about as many other people than yourself as you can while you’re staring into your own eyes. Try not to get lost in the abyss on such an endeavor, although if you do, have fun!

  • The Eternal Push: An (Micro) Essay on Power

    Escritor de la Tierra

    There is an idea about power I have conjured over my years on this planet. The idea is as follows: power is to push. I realize this is probably lacking in some quality of definition you so rightfully sought. I have come to such a sentence by way of wondering how simply one may come to understand that which is sought with such reverence. Power is the act of pushing, I have come to understand. If not, how so? I do not know how not. I cannot even come up with an idea in my mind where power is not the act of pushing someone and/or something whether physically or psychologically. I can give plenty of examples as to how power is pushing, it almost feels laughable to ask me to provide one. Even if it is a kind push, it is the act of pushing against another. There is such reverence for pushing. Pushing someone along. Even pulling is pushing in the opposite direction. And so be it! Sometimes yah gotta push even when you don’t want to! And you let others push you around! You are okay with them bearing their own powers upon your being, thus, at least in the micro, leaving you powerless! But when is it not okay? Is it ever okay? What does consent mean? If someone is dying, what is power in that moment? How about after you save them? Or after they’re dead? Such micros. It’s almost wrong of me to tackle the micros, because what real power do they have? Well, I totally disagree, and it nearly pains me to explain on such boring terms that the collective of the micros in fact pave way for the massive one. And then the massive one has it’s own one singular awesome brunt of power! Is that good?? it that bad?? It nearly pains me to say that it has become clearer and clearer that it does not matter. All we can do is criticize power, push against it, but it’s still there, the push, is it an eternal push? “The Eternal Push: An Micro Essay on Power” should be the title of this piece. And guess what? I had to literally push the keys on the keyboard to type this. And guess what else? I pushed air in and out of my nose while pushing the keys. And yah know what else what else? I pushed my foot up and down with my toes so that my leg would push against non-existence, because you know, gotta be pushing something. I pushed against an itch to scratch it away, be gone you sick itch. Push my teeth against food so that it may be cut up proper in my pushing it down my gullet into my belly where it will be pushed more times than I care to know, until the final push in which is of but great sacrifice to my dominant nature, yet so be it be a push nonetheless, a gift that God did bless unto we. Push the waves and push the words right out of my mouth. Pushed someone cuz I was bigger and they punched me and so all I had to do was push it wouldn’t be that bad I thought but no it was a push. way to go, jerk.

  • Dreams of Healing

    Escritor de la Tierra

    What type of words to be taken from the collective consciousness is not to be taken lightly as all responsibility falls on us as creators to incur proper thinking in order to maintain semblance among ourselves. Yet let us not be so unforgiving for the love of all that is love, and that is to say that we may yet consider our past indiscretions towards the world and unto ourselves that they may be in themselves a powerful force in recognizing a source of a past self that once despised external aspects, and in the course of healing at least, wishes to reflect on those so-called sins and perhaps practice shedding a new light that is to say that in reflecting upon those mistakes maybe you will be able to forgive, full-heartedly, the mistakes of others with an everlasting eros. In doing so, we may, in my opinion at least, may flourish as a nation, and propel our entire species forward, not underground or in bits and pieces, but rather upward, supporting the dreams of those who dream dreams not yet dreamed, those we can only but dream about ourselves, who, if we so give a damn like our forenations before us, will see heavens with their physical born bodies, experiencing the likes of which only angels would have otherwise, and we will all be united in the skies, as we will share with them the maps to the universe, and the missions that have been sent down to us from the heavens stream of light waves, those nearly indecipherable messages that serve to give and nourish life, and invite life to be lived further than ever before thought appropriate for the likes of the three dimensional being, the origins of which come the monkey, fish, bubble, rock, element, and so be it, the atom and beyond. Here we stand, at last and forever, stand with me won’t you?

  • Peace within the Collective Consciousness and Beyond 

    Escritor de la Tierra

    Within the collective physical manifestation of society lies the brains upon the floors of individual craniums, of which provides support for the entity that provides power to the subsequent actions that in turn fuel its own existence. In consideration of the ego to this extent, it may be scary to think about the connection between each other’s brains as that sounds like it would be an invisible concept. The truth of the matter is not as plain as say a cup of coffee in front of you on the desk. It is rather straight forward enough if we believe thoughts to be true sentiments, no less so than the cup of coffee. Albeit the appearance of non existentance, there is a force that is excreted by a brain’s neural circuitry, thus inducing physical properties to coarse through the physical entity that is one’s own being. This may sound astounding if we take into account what this means, and that is the thought is a fucking real thing! It’s almost unbelievable to a literal extent. Yet so be it that the thought in itself is a pulse of fury or fancy that flows on the wires of our imaginations. Or is it our imaginations? May be it one whole imagination that gifts us all the choice to either create our own realm or instead embark on the realms of others so that we may live vicariously through their creations? Either of which seem to content the individual, but yay be it not the point, albeit a good one. Nay, one must instead consider the implications of such a standard of being, that is to say if we are all secretly gardeners of each other’s fates, in both the worst and best of ways, not to mention the meh of ways, such be it the grays, and thus this matters! That is so much to say that in fact the imagination is, if you have not figured it out by now, a massive arena where the most playful to the most sleepy go to play forever and beyond! In so being relevant to the cure of current state of affairs, may we embark past this original fear of the collective then? For based on my reasoning, that is if you agree, then you are going to be doing it anyway.

    To such a degree, consider with me the dreams, maybe they’re only my dreams, though this is highly unlikely, that we can achieve agreement on the most base of reasoning among us, that is to say that we disdain the violence beset against each other and against ourselves and against our loved ones. This reading may likely never reach the eyes that need to read it the most, yet endeavor with me as the thoughts for a fate towards an everlasting humanity that endeavors upon the stars together will  become the words of logic within the new generations lexicon.

  • Peace through Healing with Sleep

    Escritor de la Tierra

    What can I say to convince you all to commit acts of peace that engrain the human race within the fabrics of the Earth in such a way that brings it everlasting life and infinite nourishment? What would it take to convince not only you, but myself, to not act in vain of another human being? Must we apologize to each other first for the sins we’ve committed against one another? Then what about forgiveness? When will the call from heaven radiate through our soul into our 3rd dimensional sphere, the planet we call home? What of predators? What of prey and the circle of life? Is it so farfetched to think we have total control over wildlife at this point in our intellectual potentiality? The probability points to almost most positive, considering humans are the leading cause of extinction among animals and forests in today’s day in age. We yearn to be such better humans, and so to what degree? Dare I direct the entirety of the human race? What simpleton would even spare a passing glance at this non-tiktok? Fuck it hurts not knowing the answers. You just want better after seeing so many bad things happening in the world. What can one body do? How much power over money allocation can one individual maintain in the process of infiltrating, perhaps, at least to some degree, a violent system in which seems to punish and rarely seeks to heal. God bless those who pursue the healing arts, especially in the likes prisons. Then be it, let us bless the healing realm with our words: thank you and we shall reflect on certain healings, although forgive my lack of knowledge within the arena of medical jargon; we heal ourselves first and foremost when we wake, almost weak from wandering worlds beyond consciousness, an act in itself an ultimate healing process (sleep) .

    Then why not be it that we continue the route by healing ourselves further to a conscious extent in undertaking activities that stimulate our senses into a waking state, no matter what the circumstances. Even breathing brings about healing to the individual, so lay there and breathe if you must, through whatever emotions have beset you in that moment, I am granting you words of supports in endeavoring upon the next topic, that is that healing oneself carries over with it the innate ability to heal others. This may sound like a woowoo statement, at least on the surface. If we take into consideration the actual scientific reckoning of improving one’s own life having a grand, if gradual, ultimately positive impact on the surrounding lives, then what can we ascertain on the macro that we can’t afford the former, that is to say the micro, that is to say that small moment of healing that is but emerging from one’s deep, restful slumber (of which in itself, if yet automatic, is the top healing mechanism prescribed by medical people). Should we meditate on sleep? Have you not earned your rest? You tired soul, no one yearns for your muscles as much as your loving bed. I care not for the wondering of sarcasm in this moment if you think that be the tone of the writing. Nay, there be no more time to waste. Healing must begin immediately. First, look no further than understanding a good night’s rest, even if to just lay in the darkness with your eyes closed and mind shut off to the world to only listen to itself, that is to say letting our brains bask in the unconscious well of infinite resources, then this will be the beginning of peace in our conscious realm, i.e. the waking state.

    In continuing, we will need to embark with each other into understanding the collective consciousness, and what power we have over it not being acted upon fast enough or with enough gusto, at least us peace lovers. We need not fear treading upon the dreams of the felt forgotten, for we never forgot them, and we are holding them in our hearts at all times. Though we may be shy to admit it in the physical manifestation of the matter, let us remember to embark on healing, and that our dreams are a well for us to use to water such gardens of peaceful growth.

    To be continued, everlasting