((( FLYING HORSE )))

LET'S SUPPOSE THAT ONE DAY SOON I can literally manifest a flying horse, of the Spirit, that only I can see. That's the way I would want it. I wouldn't want anyone else to be able to see this flying horse or me riding it.

In my imagination, this flying horse will be able to travel through time and through dimensions. It will be a horse created by myself in the future and sent back to me here from the 5th Dimension where one creates one's own personal kingdom from sheer properly focused consciousness.

I have a desire to travel back through time and see how the Great Pyramids of Egypt were created. I also want to be able to see how massive many ton stones were transported to the tops of mountains in South America. I am curious about such things and I have no desire to be detected by those who are existing in those times. I don't want to interfere with the process. I just want to watch the processes in awestruck wonder.

I would also enjoy being able to verify whether or not there are indeed alien bases on the moon and on Mars and I would like to travel to other galaxies and view the wonders of creation; being taken to all such places through consciousness riding on the back of my magnificent flying horse. I'll be leaving the three-dimensional world behind possibly forever.

I don't see why I would want to come back to this world of pain, confusion, uncomfortable obligations, disease, and stench. I will leave you all behind to your misery where you belong and good riddance to you fools!!! I refused to celebrate with you crazy clown idiots and I have no intention of suffering with you either!!!

((( THE GREATEST SECRETS )))

THE GREATEST SECRETS THE UNIVERSE HAS TO OFFER 

are specially reserved for the extremely grateful and appreciative

I CAN OPENLY REVEAL THE GREATEST SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE.
However, if YOU are not ready to receive those secrets it will be ridiculous nonsense to you.
It will sound like the ravings of a madman because YOU are too primitive
to make any sense of the information.

It is through proper states of inner-silence that one can get past the ego
and strengthen one's connecting link to the Source of Everything.


What is your Intent towards doing so?
My main intent is to manipulate my life so that I find myself
increasingly grateful and appreciative all day long.
I want my 'eyes' further opened to the fact that
I exist within a miraculous wonder that most call:
((( LIFE!! )))

((( STATES OF INNER-SILENCE )))

IT IS THROUGH STATES OF PROPER INNER-SILENCE 

that we can get past the ego belief of our limitations and tap into the infinite ineffable. 

The mind has to think and reason things out 

and is filled with continual jibber-jabber that often holds us down 

and drains our self-confidence. 

Pure Consciousness is rooted in silence 

because it knows all and doesn't have to figure anything out. 

Pure Consciousness doesn't have to think about how to do things.

((( IT ALWAYS KNOWS!!! )))

The mind is often wrong in its assessments of situations. 

Pure Consciousness is NEVER WRONG. 

However, our ability to properly assess and access Pure Consciousness 

is often clouded over in delusion and ridiculous nonsense. 

One must always be casually prepared to find 

one has once again been tricked by the mind

((( NEEDING LESS AND LESS 'STUFF' )))

IT'S INTERESTING TO NOTE 

that the more I advance, in the Spirit, the less 'stuff' I feel I need to be happy. 

True happiness comes from The Source through living properly 

and having tremendous respect for oneself and others. 

To gain great financial wealth at the cost of one's conscience 

is much too high a price to pay.

I enjoy wanting less and less 'stuff' a lot more than wanting more and more 'stuff'. 

That much is for certain. The less 'stuff' you want the richer you automatically become!!

Quite interesting indeed!

((( ONE OF THE TRULY GREAT QUESTIONS OF LIFE: )))

ONE OF THE TRULY GREAT QUESTIONS OF LIFE:

What is the difference between what I THINK I want and what I TRULY WANT? 

If you take a detached step back and really think about this 

you may find yourself incredibly surprised by the answer!!

The wise focus on what they REALLY WANT 

and back-engineer their lives from that perspective.

The unwise waste their time chasing after what they THINK they want 

only to eventually find they never really wanted it in the first place.

A conscience that condemns you is the sign that you are a failure in life; 

and this, no matter how much money you may have

I ENVISION INCREASINGLY GREATER 

HEALTH, STRENGTH. LOVE, JOY 

AND OVERFLOWING ABUNDANCE IN MY LIFE 

WITH MUCH EXTRA TO SHARE WITH THE LESS FORTUNATE. 

That doesn't seem like too much to ask to me

((( A LITTLE BIT ME, A LITTLE BIT YOU )))

Walk out, girl, don'tcha walk out

We've got things to say

Talk out, let's have it talked out

And things will be okay

Girl, I don't want to fight

I'm a little bit wrong, and you're a little bit right

I said girl, you know that it's true

It's a little bit me, and it's a little bit you, too

Don't know just what I said wrong

But girl, I apologize

Don't go, here's where you belong

So wipe the tears from your eyes

Girl, I don't want to fight

I'm a little bit wrong, and you're a little bit right

I said girl, you know that it's true

It's a little bit me, and it's a little bit you, too

Oh girl, I don't want to fight

I'm a little bit wrong, and you're a little bit right

I said girl, you know that it's true

It's a little bit me, and it's a little bit you, too

It's a little bit me, it's a little bit you

Girl, I'm gone, no no no no no

Girl I'm gone, no no no no no

Hey, girl

*New Karaoke Song

((( THICK AS A BRICK )))

"Thick As A Brick (Part 1)"

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.

I may make you feel but I can't make you think.

Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink.

So you ride yourselves over the fields and

you make all your animal deals and

your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away 

in the tidal destruction the moral melee.

The elastic retreat rings the close of play 

as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.

But your new shoes are worn at the heels 

and your suntan does rapidly peel 

and your wise men don't know how it feels 

to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:

I'm a bad dream that I just had today

and you shake your head and say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.

Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.

Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.

There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.

We'll make a man of him, put him to trade

teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water 

as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.

The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other 

as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.

The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling 

but the master of the house is far away.

The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding

in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.

And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.

Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river

where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:

the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose

and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.

The young men of the household have all gone into service 

and are not to be expected for a year.

The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -

has formed the plan to change the man he seems.

And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.

Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?

And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?

No one to help you get up steam

and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.

I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.

My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.

So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight 

just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.

Your bread and water's going cold.

Your hair is too short and neat.

I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone, 

you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done.

And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.

But how are we supposed to see where we should run?

I see you shuffle in the courtroom with

your rings upon your fingers 

and your downy little sidies 

and your silver-buckle shoes.

Playing at the hard case, 

you follow the example of the comic-paper idol

who lets you bend the rules.

So!

Come on ye childhood heroes!

Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books

your super crooks

and show us all the way.

Well! Make your will and testament. 

Won't you? Join your local government.

We'll have Superman for president

let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.

The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.

And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are

and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.

And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?

And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?

They're all resting down in Cornwall

writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition

of the Boy Scout Manual.

MY COMMENT

Since I am a guitarist, by nature, I decided to bring

the standard Puerto Rican Cuatro tuning

down to standard guitar pitch.

This makes the action much nicer on the instrument.

Still...I am not used to playing such chords

on a small 12 string guitar without the low E string.

WHAT A SWEET PAIN!!!!

However, sure don't want to overdo it.

Gotta build up the callouses

and the angular finger strength.

That's a complex little piece to play!!!

This helps:

This video comprises the only parts of the song I want to play.
Still, I decided to include those extra lyrics
for the heck of it

((( THE BALLAD OF PALADIN )))

Paladin Paladin where do you roam Paladin Paladin far far from home
Have gun will travel reads the card of a man

A knight without armor in a savage land

His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind

A soldier of fortune is a man called Paladin

Paladin Paladin where do you roam Paladin Paladin far far from home

He travels on to wherever he must

A chess knight of silver is his badge of trust

There are campfire legends that the plainsmen sing

Of a man with the gun of the man called Paladin

Paladin Paladin where do you roam Paladin Paladin far far from home

Far far from home far far from home