An Open Letter to Bubble Dwellers

Fellow living, conscious organism,

Welcome to the world! I see you’re still new here. Cool, me too! I also see that you’ve been working pretty hard on that bubble you live in. I feel your pain…I keep trying to build mine, but whenever I wake up, it bursts and the light burns for awhile, but then I realize it’s only because these bubbles tend to cryo-freeze us. Anyway, I wanted to tell you a little something I’ve realized about life out here in the open.

“Established reality,” if established by you, is purely relative to whatever or whoever you, youngling, decide is right or wrong based on your simplistic and inexperienced view of the world. The Established Reality which I have chosen to accept the authority of, is not. Simple as that. Yet, calm yourself, this does not make me a superior individual, neither would I dare to believe such a thing! That, in itself, would be the construction of yet another bubble! Allow me, then, to clarify: this Reality that I have grown to accept is superior to all belief regardless of whether it is believed or not. A truth ignored does not become false; neither is an unpopular truth is rendered untrue. For example, life is life regardless of how another conscious life decides to define it.

I cannot, however, expect you to understand this at this time in your life, however, as the idea of empirical fact is not a concept you have yet chosen to face. This dilemma is called “stubbornness,” and when one becomes overcome by this stubbornness, it is known as delusion. So tread carefully.

What you do not yet realize is that your frustration with life and the things that make you rage are the result of you trying to cover your eyes with a cloth to block out the x-rays. That’ll frustrate and infuriate the life out of a conscious organism. Literally. However, one who chooses to accept the Established Reality regardless of whether it makes him happy at the time of his acceptance will find himself in a funny little paradox known as contentment. From this contentment, some conscious organisms even manage to find themselves, not only content, but ecstatic!

Until then, however, those who do not accept such truth will build their bubbles, and from there they will rage, scream, and slam doors on whatever or whoever dares to speak from outside of their own “established reality.” But they will never be happy, because you cannot sleep in the light until you pass out from exhaustion.

-DH

Book of Psalms, Chapter 2 (Douay Rheims Version)

Why have the Gentiles raged, and the people devised vain things? The kings of the earth stood up, and the princes met together, against the Lord and against his Christ. Let us break their bonds asunder: and let us cast away their yoke from us. He that dwelleth in heaven shall laugh at them: and the Lord shall deride them. Then shall he speak to them in his anger, and trouble them in his rage.

But I am appointed king by him over Sion his holy mountain, preaching his commandment. The Lord hath said to me: Thou art my son, this day have I begotten thee. Ask of me, and I will give thee the Gentiles for thy inheritance, and the utmost parts of the earth for thy possession. Thou shalt rule them with a rod of iron, and shalt break them in pieces like a potter’ s vessel. And now, O ye kings, understand: receive instruction, you that judge the earth.

Serve ye the Lord with fear: and rejoice unto him with trembling. Embrace discipline, lest at any time the Lord be angry, and you perish from the just way. When his wrath shall be kindled in a short time, blessed are all they that trust in him. 


Book of Psalms, Chapter 2 (King James Version)

Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his anointed, saying, Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us. He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.

Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.
Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion. I will declare the decree: the Lord hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee. Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.

Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.

 

Why Was Jorgis Sad?

Because he didn’t Ona house.

Now, with that out of the way, I had forgotten to post a couple rhymes and ditties here in the past. I apologize. *crickets*

Why Was Jorgis Sad?

Finished “The Jungle” by Upton Sinclair.
The whirlwind of emotion was more than I could bear.
Three straight days I’ve pulled at my hair,
I’ve ground my teeth and I’ve clenched my fists,
Pleased to meet you, Comrade, I am now a socialist!

Deja Vu

Your face looks so familiar
In such a place as we remember,
Seeing you is deja vu
Complete the circle:
Face the truth.
Your promises you swear are honest,
Fingers crossed behind your back.
Whirlwinds in your tortured mind
Leave nothing in your soul intact.

Remember your place and go home!
You look a bit crazy to me.
Throw up your hands and move on.
You’ve lost your mind and now you
Cannot get it back
For all you lack
Forever binding you.

You say your life has lead you here
To bloodshot eyes and dirty tears;
Your dimming sight
You can’t deny
Condemning you
For all your lies.
How can he claim to hold his own
Whose hands are chained behind his back?
Arrogance a prison cell
That old delusions hold, intact.

Remember your place and go home!
You look a bit crazy to me.
Throw up your hands and move on.
You’ve lost your mind and now you
Cannot get it back
For all you lack
Forever blinding you.

Pretending to know how to say where it ends,
(The call is not your own)
Defending all the darkness you cave into!
(Come on down, come on down, I will hold you)

Remember your place and come home…
You’ve been a bit crazy to me. 
Throw up your hands for us all:
You’ve lost your mind and though you
Cannot get it back
For all you lack
I’m standing behind you

I’m standing behind you.

-DH

 

Downtown Dallas