Marbles

They say there is 8 planets in our solar system

... and that we spin and we float

'cos gravity be the space moat

current with all the lost souls

making their way into the sun

the time has come for God and his angels

to give us our planet in full

instead of playing games, instead of showing us the bull

a marble or two, every action, equal reaction

laws that made no sense

can people please grow their own conscience? 

Lots of Money & Wizard Nebula

A couple have won £184,262,899 on the lottery. I used to think ‘wow, that is great,’ but now I just roll my eyes because they all act so noble by saying something like ‘I will continue to work,’ WHATEVER. The reality is you will never work again and you know it, so stop with the attempts at trying to look like a superhero you fools. Oh, and the lottery company are going to keep you tightly controlled as well, because when you win you get a ‘personal advisor’ who will stay with the winners throughout the process, sometimes decades after the win, and access to a panel of ‘specialist advisors’ who help navigate their new life and wealth.

Listen closesly, if I won that amount, I would not be interested in advisors who work for the company dishing out the money. I’d hire my own. I can guarantee these advisors and specialists from camelot are not free of charge. They invented something called ‘sudden wealth syndrome too.’ I wish people would wake up. When you win, go and take the money far away and say ‘goodbye you sticky fingered peasants’ to camelot.

They say to beware of people begging for money and ‘new friends’. Interesting, because if I had that money, I would give it away, little by little. I would happily pay so-called friends money. Why? Because I can’t think of any bank who is going to protect all of your money. £184m is not protected in one place. You can’t even deposit that anymore. I’d buy loads of properties and then fill them with poor people. Yes. Camelot ‘suggest’ a bank which I find highly suspicious considering it is private banks. I am not comfortable with this. Camelot probably own the bank in small print. My point is that winners should be free to use their brains and go live their life. They cannot possibly spend all of that money quickly. So, why not give a lot away to the disadvantaged? I wish people had better morality and ethical goggles. I might also invest in a zoo, so some luxury. But in my defense I would run said zoo (again). I’d also pay to have my books made to movies. It cost £365m to make Avengers Endgame. You know that money could have solved half the problems in LA. I love how the rich are self obsessed to the point they don’t even realise it. Then they play camaraderie at the ass licking Oscar event. Host: Kiss my ass, Will Smith. Will Smith: Hold my gun while I slap this bitch.

Beautiful Wizard Nebula. It is all there is and ever will be. A globe, the earth, which floats through space for eternity. Stars streaked across the sky, a black hole full of debris. God is watching us in the abyss. We should learn to escape to the other side. If we did, we might be scared or relieved.

Space

Finally in space. “Ship loaded, engines are hot.” You said once upon a time that the view from the earth was an illusion, and that the stars above merely reflections.

“I was preparing you for today, my son.” The day the moon bound ship would launch from the Bahamas. Bound for the stars, abound with glory and secret alien treats.

“Do you see the throttles so gold and the starboard points so clear?” In a blip to be shot into the stratosphere, all care washes away.

“Future now, future past, we are living, at last.”

Cheese Glorious Cheese… & Fries

Confession time. Not last night, but the night before I ate this chicken burger. It was called a ‘tower burger’ and consisted of chicken, hash brown, cheese, lettuce and tomatoe and onion, some BBQ sauce and two lovely buns – not the sesame buns, some variety of gourmet/posh buns. Anyway, I hadn’t slept and I needed to eat so I ordered. It came with really tasty crispy fries with peri peri powder, brilliant taste. I am supposed to be a vegan but since I hadn’t slept I felt like I should divulge myself. Anyway it was lovely and I considered it a treat. Was it filling? Yes it was. Did it taste nice? Hell yes. How did I feel after? I have no idea as half hour after eating I blacked out for 12 hours on the sofa, apparently You Only Live Twice {James Bond} had played on tv and at some point turned itself off, as the day after it said ‘watch again.’ Well I slept right through that.

The picture above is from the site I ordered from. They forget my drink even though I ordered a meal which included one. Not the end of the world, great takeaway. I feel slightly guilty though for giving in to the meaty temptation. I suffered bad heartburn and a ‘junk food hangover’ the next day. It reminded me why I went vegan to begin with!

It wouldn’t be a good post without a poem about said burger: I Ate Chicken, Ultimate Vegan Sinner

Not knowing how passion could exist without it
or how the eyelids could remain awake
the meaning of life slipped into a bun
I remember just how much it was 'yum-yum'
no pickled beetroot, no devastating soya
I just know, I was all out of juice


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Goodnight, You Brave Soul.

Having courage does not mean that we are unafraid. Having courage and showing courage mean we face our fears. We are able to say, ‘I have fallen, but I will get up.’

Maya Angelou

Goodnight, you brave soul

heaven is sleeping

moving the goalposts for you to catch

painted sunrise

watch the beaming ether wings

angels dancing around a fire lake

look up in the midst of hope

rising seatides

uncertainty plagues deep in your mind

a lion with a bloodshot eye

universal kingdom for him to to deny.

It is relevant.

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Easter! A Time of Hope

A time for hope and joy, Easter. The time of Jesus Christ’s resurrection from the after. After returning, was spotted with holes in his hands and feet, wandering around. Sounds insignificant.

Looking at this a little more we can see that he returned with the help of God, who resurrected him. His enemies, afraid. His friends, astounded and happy. Still to this day we need a reason to believe. He walked among the human race once more. His form had changed, as it had done previously. It is not to suggest he was a shapeshifter, although it is likely that he was, due to his spiritual nature, he could take human form like angels.

Easter, a time for chocolate and over indulgence. The modern world, inverting everything like usual, has to turn it on its head and sin. Gluttony and lies plague Easter. We get irrelevant images of bunnies, instead of attending church in humble honour of His sacrifice for our sins. I watched an Easter service last year online, delivered by a reverend I knew at the time. I must say it sticks in my mind because it was brilliant. Very imaginative and detailed as it chronicled Jesus from crucifixion to resurrection.

The resurrection shows us that God, is more powerful than anything in the universe, for He can literally raise the dead. It proves that love, is stronger than hate and fear. It shows a fathers love for his son, saved him. Jesus was the strongest man on earth at one point, taking the unthinkable burden of sacrificing himself for the sins of humanity, knowing the weight of what he was doing.

For over two thousand years, since his death, the human race has sinned in various forms. War, suffering, anger, hate, gluttony, cheating, free reign on porn and sex, magic and bitch craft, murder, scheming, secret vows, political satire bullshit, animal slaughter, disgracing God and Jesus’ names. The list goes on.

What have we become if not immoral inherent? Are we really capable of ascension, forgiveness and true unconditional love?


I am sharing the photo below as it reflects spring well.

A great photograph by Goff James

Bubble

Our solar system is surrounded by a giant bubble, about 1000 light years in diameter.


Ripply jugular fluff 
transparent
lucid reddish thin
pocket stashing magnet 
phase light
cloutus

The universe is so big that we cannot see it all. We live in a solar system, with the sun at the center. Once upon a time it was believed to be the center of the universe. Did you ever watch a space movie and wonder, what if? It is great to dream of the unknown, although it can be a bit unnerving.

No matter what you think you know about life, you will always discover more, outside of your own bubble. There can be hope and there can be faith and courage, triumph in the hour of our darkest of moments, light in the most deepest recesses of the paradox of our lives. I say to you, do not fear one another, do not fear love. In your hearts you are eternally connected, and in your mind, individually crafted so as to be able to love each other in your own way.

In the solace of space and time, where no wind or dirt shall befall you, be immersed into passionate existence. Grab the universes energy, and harness it for good. Have in your hearts the love that you want to give to another. I want you to know, that you are able to be forgiven, and to forgive.

Sundays Post – Wizard (Poetry, Short Story)

I have changed the font size to 13 to see if it makes the post look neater. I got up quite late today and honestly my sleep hasn’t been great since the clocks moved forward an hour last week. I am enjoying the warmer weather – although the other day is snowed heavily for 5 minutes. It is sunnier and in the evening taking a stroll around the streets with that warm refreshing breeze can really be rewarding. I also talk about looking after yourself and having a loving caring nature, to love yourself.

Mental Health Support

A gentle reminder that anyone struggling with their mental health can email the Wizard @ psychwizard@yahoo.com There has already been an overwhelming response from followers and from non followers which is great and the Wizard loves to connect and share emotions with you all. Times can be overwhelming and feel like too much, but knowing someone is there to listen can make the world of difference. Wizard is not setting up the phone group yet as he has concerns that it could attract the wrong type of attention. He still loves you all and wishes you to comment, like, follow and email him with any thoughts or suggestions… literally anything you want to talk about. Talk about food? Talk about your feelings? Tell him about your annoying neighbours? What about your clothes? Absolutely anything and he keeps it all confidential.

Next Sunday will be a pleasant day for me as I am planning to go bowling. I really hope to go when space bowling is on, which means they change the lights to darken the room. I used to really enjoy bowling but over the years stopped going for whatever reason. Hopefully it is a good day, it will be the first time in a few years since I went to a place specifically to socialise in a group. Being with other people is a sure way to provide yourself with that mental boost you need. I am thinking about setting up a morning coffee meeting group where people can come togethe to discuss their struggles. But time needs to pass and plans need to be enacted. You can always connect virtually, using Skype among others. They allow groups to connect and chat for a long time.

Recent News

The recent breaking headlines are more depressing and nonsensical nonsense. MP’s in England are getting a pay rise, yes, even as energy prices continue to rise year on year, as food become more expensive for less, how the cost of fuel has risen, the increase in taxes, the reduction in benefits and anything meaningful to the majority of people, still the people who can afford two homes, a boat and 3 cars and a personal chef need more money. The age of austerity, such a load of *******. We now have a huge international crisis in the form of the pandemic which is raging as a quieter yet fierce undercurrent which is being slowly but surely swept under the rug, due to the failures on a massive scale of every government in the modern world. We still need those booster shots though, because that reinforces any idea that the pandemic is still in force. Then we have the completely removed from the public eye crisis in Afghanistan, which hundreds of thousands of refugees fled after the country was taken over by Taliban. I guess they had 2 years of pandemic to prepare and strike. The media have completely forgotten about this incident or about any images of desperate civilians falling from planes. I guess having your country hiijacked by murdering rapists isn’t popular anymore. Then there is now a huge war in UKRAINE, that’s right. Russia launched a full scale – rockets and soldier attack – on the country in February. Tensions have been high since 2014, arguably well before that. It comes down to NATO membership or something. Basically, bald Putin doesn’t want NATO to tarnish UKRAINE and the fight is to protect them. What is more depressing is seeing dozens of buildings packed up with bags and bags of donations of clothes among other things allegedly going to support those in need. Did the war suddenly suck all the clothes away? Would a pack of baby wipes and talcum powder go amiss? Of course, there is nobody in the UK in need to those clothes, or that money, no. Instead, we are told that the homeless in England and Wales are lazy, poor and not worth helping. What about the soldiers who came back to England to find they hadn’t the money or support to live after serving their own countries?

Poem ~ Roast (Haiku)

Roasting a smooth bunch

Of succulent potatoes

To melt on my tongue

Short Story ~ Love and Hate

When you spend a night with the girl of your dreams, you end up feeling like you hit the roof or went temporarily insane. The next morning, even though she is gone, you know it was satisfying. Well, what if that woman turned up the next night, uninvited? That is what happened to this gentlemen, Gabriel. He was a quiet man who for the most part kept to himself barr the Fridays when he used to spend a few hours drinking with his mates in the local tavern. Living in the city had taken its toll on him. occasionally he felt like it was too much only to end up back in the office next Monday morning making small talk on how the coffee machine was playing up again. He worked in an advertising firm, they managed everything from huge McDonalds adverts to smaller niche adverts for dog grooming products. It was busy, it was hectic, but he enjoyed it for the most part.

That’s why getting that girl back to his had helped him so much, you see. He didn’t need the satisfaction of the sex, no, he needed to know that he was still that raging tiger beneath all the love and pain of his mundane life. She had the succulent long brunettes hair that dripped to her waist. Her waist had been rather thin, and she was toned, athletic. She reminded him of a model. Her breasts enlarged and squishy to touch, yet nipples that he could nibble all night. It had been a bit too much though, and he thought he had let himself go a bit too much, at one point riding her like she was his wife or something. But to see her back on his doorstep, plump cherry red lips, light pink skirt and darkened floral blouse almost brought him to his knees as his heart raced. It was raining, throwing it down onto the pavement outside. Her hair wet. Was this a nightmare or just fantasy?

He didn’t know her name, so he couldn’t tell her to go away. Gabriel made a fatal error, he slowly stepped aside and the woman entered the house. She had no coat, she had wet dripping hair leaving stained on the white carpet through the hallway as she made her own way into the back of the house, toward the living room. It was all too much for Gabriel, he wanted to tell her to go but she was silent, tantalising and somehow still as delicious as the previous night. Please go, he thought. She was no telepathic creature, nor a woman of emotions. She simply sat on the sofa, letting her wet hair fall onto the cushions. She kicked her high heels off.

‘Why have you come back?’ he asks, feeling his hands tremble and his heart pulsate.

‘Less talk,’ she replies. She begins to undo her blouse, revealing the flesh beneath. Gabriel sees a diamond ring on her left hand, third finger. What had he got himself into? She left him alone in the living room, standing against the wall like a mannequin, too paralysed to understand what is happening, yet prepared to act. The lady had gone into the kitchen and Gabriel could hear her routing through the cupboards. He looked at his own left hand, third finger, and he too possessed the same ring.


Thank you for reading todays post which has spoken about mental health and the recent news. If you liked my poem (Haiku) then please like and leave a comment below or share which is always welcomed. If you enjoyed the story, please also do the same.

*Please consider reading my previous post called ‘Discover’ @ https://psychedelicwizard.wordpress.com/2020/07/19/discover/ . A story of a boy and girl who share a special relationship.

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Inside ~ Do you know?

If there was ever a stranger place on earth or in heaven than the human mind, let it be known.

Humans for centuries have strived for development of individuals and society as a collective. Building vast empires and civilisations which flourish for many decades, even centuries. But, they all come crashing down. The most excellent of cultures, like Egypt, like the Aztecs, are washed away… seemingly to be found thousands of years later as relics and remnants of a history long gone. What of the tales of Alexandria, or the library that burned down? What of the ancient knowledge that these civilisations possessed. Where has all that information gone?

You won’t be surprised to know, that the majority of it will be suppressed, locked away in decaying ancient vaults, never to see daylight again. Select people on the other hand, are aware of what information is contained within, and with such, have literally moved human consciousness and evolution to suit their own agenda. Do you know the real reason Pharaohs had all the power whilst the majority slaved away to build the pyramids. Information and knowledge that would change mankind instantly is otherwise held or destroyed… why? What could it be that they do not want us to know about? Aliens and secret space races visiting earth, developing nations for thousands of years, to then destroy them when they no longer suit their masters needs.

That is all external. What counts is what is on the inside. What do you know about yourself? Do you like to read about ancient stargates? Perhaps you are interested in alien human genetic modification and hybridizations programs. What about the idea that an evil occult group runs and owns all the elite royal families and presidencies and celebrities in the world? Does any of it sounds plausible?

Inside an ear

You can see literally what is inside, that is, ‘inside the ear’ from the above diagram. You know you have a heart and brain and you might not give thought to autonomous processes or even to your own feelings and emotions. If you ever feel ‘hurt’ when someone upsets you, ask yourself, why. Where does that hurt come from, where does the pain and trauma form or manifest. Is it mere fragments of an illusion? The illusion being your own existence, on the path to reunite as the source of all things. You created this life, literally shaping the world around you, and no… it is not magic.

The ear diagram shows us that there is 3 parts, although not labelled. There is the outer ear, the middle ear and the inner ear. When you get to the inner ear, you are in the labyrinth. Did you see that movie Pan’s Labyrinth ? I’ll come onto that in a moment. The point is, that you can see the diagram of the inside of the ear. You know from research and scans, that we have been told that inside the body is the heart and the liver and the kidneys among others. You were told that information, you never sought to understand that, you just assumed you ‘functioned’ since you were born. Unless you were unwell and needed to have scans or invasive surgery in which case, you trust that the ‘doctors’ went ‘inside’ to resolve the issues. You never needed to learn this about yourself and all knowledge came from an external source, whether it be teachers, doctors or whatever.

Contrast that with the ancient civilisations. You might be thinking, ‘looking at the alien picture I already know what he is going to suggest.’ Well, no you don’t. The alien picture above is a symbol in this post. It is a symbol of something being alien, as opposed to an intelligent life form. Carl Jung In 1958 concluded that it was more desirable for humans to believe UFO’s exist than to believe they don’t exist. He also concluded that UFO’s were example of synchronicity, where external events mirror internal psychic states.

“As we know from ancient Egyptian history, they are manifestations of psychic changes which always appear at the end of one Platonic month and at the beginning of another. Apparently they are changes in the constellation of psychic dominants, of the archetypes, or ‘gods’ as they used to be called, which bring about, or accompany, long-lasting transformations of the collective psyche.” 

Carl Jung

Collective psyche is the idea the the human race shares an unconscious collective unconsciousness, which affects the world. Just as we project our emotions, so too do we project our psyche without even realising it. Alchemists used to do the same some centuries ago.

We can see any image we want, and gather information we seek. We do not however imagine that aliens or UFO’s would be the result of psychic changes. People claim that aliens built the pyramids. They also claim millions have been abducted. Manifestations though are significant in understanding what is ‘within’ ourselves. “an event, action, or object that clearly shows or embodies something abstract or theoretical.” Is it possible collectively, the human race has already manifested all it needs to know, or will it continue to bring in new ideas? But just as history teaches us, civilisations get too good, they collapse and they end. Species are wiped from the planet, like the dinosaurs, wiped from the earth by an asteroid, or the great flood, in which Noah had to rescue the animals who otherwise would have been killed alongside the Nephilim.

Being able to guide your own light and life is amazing. Having the strength to build yourself up and make yourself and the world a better place is a fantastic start. But, what do you really know? Do you have clear knowledge of your own body, of your own psyche? Did you ever question anything taken undoubtedly to be true? Sometimes the most engrained of norms in society turn out to be false, to be lies. It is time to start uncovering how you feel, to set aside stereotypes and ideas that no longer belong to you. We can see people already expressing these changes throughout the globe. What do you want to be?

Knowledge, as Indiana Jones says in the Kingdom of the crystal skull, was the treasure or secret or the alien visitors. You see, the bad Soviet lady gets burned to death by the aliens for wanting too much of it. Maybe this film has more important messages for humanity, such as, stop, take a literal look inside and around you and love and enjoy what you have. If ancient Egypt fell apart, for whatever reason, did it reflect their level of understanding of life and the universe? Is stargate worth exploring, ancient stargates, purported to allow humans to literally teleport around the globe. Has the positioning of the pyramids, aligned with Orions belt, got significance?

Coming briefly onto Pans labyrinth, let’s look at the meaning of the words. Pan is firstly a God:

“In ancient Greek religion and mythologyPan  is the god of the wild, shepherds and flocks, rustic music and impromptus, and companion of the nymphs. He has the hindquarters, legs, and horns of a goat, in the same manner as a faun or satyr. With his homeland in rustic Arcadia, he is also recognized as the god of fields, groves, wooded glens and often affiliated with sex; because of this, Pan is connected to fertility and the season of spring. The word panic ultimately derives from the god’s name.”

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Pan is the short of Pansexual, meaning someone who does not see gender when it comes to sex, to put it simply. Pan means all inclusive. It is a popular word used throughout the globe.

Labyrinth, which also means maze:

“In Greek mythology, the Labyrinth  was an elaborate, confusing structure designed and built by the legendary artificer Daedalus for King Minos of Crete at Knossos. Its function was to hold the Minotaur, the monster eventually killed by the hero Theseus. Daedalus had so cunningly made the Labyrinth that he could barely escape it after he built it.”

wikipedia again

In the movie, Pans labyrinth, a faun is found within the labyrinth, literally befriending the girl throughout the movie. We can see from the above that inside the labyrinth is a minotaur, it is a monster, a bad monster. The interesting part is calling it Pans labyrinth. Pan is the God, right? Actually, the faun, is Pan. It is quite literally deceiving the little girl into this dangerous place.

The girl called… rather dubiously, Ofelia. This name… yet again derived from Greek, meaning ‘Help.’ Why call a little girl befriending a monster, stuck with uncaring parents, ‘help’? Minotaurs were also fed children, or small humans. What do you know still? Does the knowledge make you sick or are you interested to know more, so to avoid such ugly movies? Pan, of sexual deviance. Yet, a girl lured into the labyrinth to be ‘Queen’ of the ‘underworld’ ultimately paying the price through death. Pan, the so called ‘help’ of Ofelia, or a mere liar who uses Ofelia, seeking ‘help’ to open the gates to the underworld… hell. Pan is nothing more than Satan. Ofelia is crying out for emotional and physical love, yet she gets Pan, a deviant. She is roped into a deal with Pan, and she is in need of supernatural ‘help’ at that point. I dare not venture into Narnia, which the first creature the little girl sees is a faun… Pan.

Do you know what you think you know? Has your inner most thoughts been changed at some point, or are you still waiting for someone to tell you the truth?